The old man looked at Wen Yiming and said with satisfaction: "You are Wen Yiming? I am Tang Yifeng. You should call me Master Uncle by seniority!"

"Uncle Master is polite, Wen Yiming pays homage to Uncle Master!"

Wen Yiming quickly bowed and bowed. After playing for a long time, the two old men were really close brothers. However, one loved the incense and became the incense master. The other was obsessed with the medical master and became a traditional Chinese medicine master. It seemed that his deceased ancestor was also a master!

"well!"

Tang Yifeng patted Wen Yiming on the shoulder and sighed: "Senior brother has never accepted an apprentice in his life. I am still worried that the Master's incense will be lost. I didn't expect that meeting you is also fate!"

He stood up, took a deep breath and said, "Sit down, we two old guys quarreled for a long time, so you will laugh!"

After saying that, he was going to make tea in person. Zhao Dacheng quickly supported Tang Yifeng and complained: "Don't move around, why are you polite?"

He checked it carefully and asked, "Mystolic infarction? How long has it been?"

"It's been more than a year!" Tang Yifeng waved his hand and said with a wry smile: "We are all old, who can avoid getting sick? It's not a problem!"

"Nonsense, you're still stubborn! You've been too strong all your life and you're still not convinced of your old age!"

Zhao Dacheng sighed, suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "By the way, Jingxinxiang, hurry up, Yiming!"

After saying that, he stood up and wanted to get Jingxin in the messy box. He stopped him quickly and reminded him: "Master, don't be anxious, uncle is still weak, he is too heavy..."

Zhao Dacheng was stunned, suddenly realized, and praised: "Yes, you are right, hurry up, reduce the weight!"

Wen Yiming smiled and asked the master to sit down, took out the incense props, started to arrange the incense mat, adjusted the amount of Jingxin incense, and said easily: "Master, how about Yiming's incense today?"

"good!"

Zhao Dacheng looked at his beloved disciple and said with satisfaction: "Junior brother, I have never achieved anything in my life. The most satisfying thing is to accept this good disciple! You are lucky. Do you still remember the Jingxin Xiang recipe that the master gave us?"

Tang Yifeng was stunned, suddenly realized something, and said in surprise: "Jingxinxiang? Senior brother, have you successfully studied it?"

"It's not me, it's him!"

Zhao Dacheng pointed at Wen Yiming and said proudly: "Let's talk about it later, Yiming, start!"

Wen Yiming nodded and began to play the seal script fragrance. His techniques became more and more proficient. The domineering aroma of a century-old red sandalwood shocked the audience. Tang Yifeng was instantly addicted to it.

In his eyes, the fragrance entered his heart through his nose, as if he had spirituality. He kept striking the heart meridian like a tide, opening up the accumulated qi and meridians, which made Tang Yifeng look a little painful.

"Yiming, junior brother..."

Zhao Dacheng was a little nervous and whispered: "Is Zitan too domineering?"

Wen Yiming waved his hand and told the master not to be nervous, and care would be chaotic. The brothers and brothers appeared to be incompatible, but in fact they were still very concerned about each other. However, they used heavy sacrificial practices in troubled times, and they would not be established without breaking them!

As expected, Tang Yifeng's expression soon became relaxed, his expression became more and more enjoyable, his face was rosy, and he could not tell at all that he had a weak recurrence of the serious illness just now.

"Okay!" Tang Yifeng opened his eyes for a long time and said incrediblely: "Jingxin Xiang, it's really Jingxin Xiang!"

He touched his heart, took a deep breath, and said excitedly: "I can feel the accumulated heart veins are washed away by the fragrance, the veins are smooth, the body is full of vitality, and it feels refreshing as if it is reborn!"

Looking at Zhao Dacheng, he wondered: "What kind of monarch is so magical?"

"Red sandalwood, a hundred-year-old red sandalwood!" Zhao Dacheng smiled and saw his junior brother's shocked expression, and said proudly: "We have broken the century-old red sandalwood carving that Yiming picked up for free!"

"What?" Tang Yifeng was shocked, stared at the two masters in front of him in a daze, and finally put two words in his mouth: "Domsy!"

"Hehe, now you know it's amazing?"

Zhao Dacheng was furious and had the upper hand for the first time in his life. He said proudly: "How about incense? Jingxin Xiang was just not good at the materials. Now he has realized the real power? Hahaha!"

Wen Yiming looked at the master's successful expression, shook his head helplessly, and smiled at Tang Yifeng: "Uncle Master's heart disease has become ill. His weight has been reduced by half just now. In the future, it will definitely be cured by the disease!"

"Okay, okay!" Tang Yifeng looked at Wen Yiming, who was elegant and elegant in front of him, and sighed: "Congratulations to senior brother, I have accepted a good disciple!"

"Of course!" Zhao Dacheng said proudly: "Hmph, don't believing that you are the director of the Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine and the doctoral supervisor, I dare to guarantee that no apprentice can compare with Yiming!"

Tang Yifeng nodded, and the more he looked at Wen Yiming, the more he admired it. His brothers and sisters naturally knew that Jingxin Xiang had been lost for a long time, and Zhao Dacheng had no success in his hard work for decades. Unexpectedly, he reappeared his glory in the hands of a young man, which was definitely an extraordinary talent.

Zhao Dacheng suddenly remembered something, pointed to Jingxinxiang and said, "Junior brother, do you know how much a furnace of incense is sold in Yaxiangju?"

"This..." Tang Yifeng thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Twenty thousand?"

"Hahaha, I don't know anything!" Zhao Dacheng curled his lips and laughed at him: "Twenty thousand? Even the cost of spices is not enough!"

"A hundred thousand incense burner!"

"What? Hundred Thousand!" Tang Yifeng was shocked, took a deep breath, and couldn't help but sigh: "Hey, there are so many rich people now, but Jingxin Xiang is well-known and worth it!"

"Just admit it, don't you show it?" Zhao Dacheng finally showed a successful expression and asked, "Is Polygonum multiflorum still there?"

"You old guy, I said why did you come to your house with kindness today? It turned out to be for that baby!"

Tang Yifeng stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhao Dacheng and said with a contemptuous look: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for nothing, you are prepared!"

Zhao Dacheng picked up the tea, took a leisurely sip, and said easily: "All the treasures of heaven and earth are here, and those with virtue live in it! Polygonum multiflorum has been in your hands for thirty years. Are you willing to use it? Are you sure to use it? Can you make full use of it?"

"I……"

Tang Yifeng was speechless, and sat down slowly and said in a deep voice: "Yes, you are right. The rare Polygonum multiflorum He Shou is like a waste in my hands! I can't bear to use it, I dare not use it, and I dare not use it, and I will not use it well!"

"So, this is why I brought Yiming to my door!" Zhao Dacheng said seriously: "First, I introduce you to you, and finally find a good disciple for my master, and I am worthy of my master's cultivation."

"The second is for Polygonum multiflorum. You have experienced the effect of Jingxin Xiang personally. Don't forget that I have a recipe for clearing the lungs in my hand!"

After saying that, Zhao Dacheng stood up, came to Tang Yifeng, and said seriously: "Are you willing to give up in one sentence?"

"I'd like to give up!" Tang Yifeng stood up suddenly, looked directly at Zhao Dacheng, and said firmly: "Doctors are parents' hearts. No matter how good the medicinal materials are, they are wasteful if they are not used to cure diseases and save people. As long as you can play your value, you'd like to give up no matter how valuable it is!"

"good!"

The two old men looked at each other and smiled, everything was silent. Wen Yiming looked around and could feel the good intentions of the two seniors. Whether it was incense or medical, the purpose was to cure diseases and save people, but the methods were different.

"Come on, happy today, let's have a good drink!"
Chapter completed!