The next morning, the sky was a little gloomy and raindrops were falling.
Zhou Zhiruo, dressed in green clothes, walked from the backyard holding a paper umbrella. Under the guidance of the maids in the house, she walked towards the living room in the drizzle.
Breakfast has been laid out in the living room, and Song Xuan is sitting at the table, already drinking rice porridge.
Seeing Zhou Zhiruo approaching, he nodded as a greeting and signaled the other party to have a meal.
Zhou Zhiruo sat down under the generous seat, her eyes sparkling like autumn water, but when she looked at Song Xuan, there was a slight blush on her cheeks.
At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she was beautiful, elegant, gentle and yet free and easy as a woman in the world, making Song Xuan couldn't help but nod his head secretly.
Sometimes, we can't say that Song Qingshu in the original plot is a licker.
There is no other way. For any young man who has just come out of the world, if he meets such a gentle, beautiful and kind-hearted beauty, there are probably not many people who can control him.
After the meal, Song Xuan stood up, took the sword from the guard, and smiled at Zhou Zhiruo.
"What are your plans, Miss Zhou? Are you going to take a walk in Hangzhou City, or are you going to go directly to Wudang Mountain with me?"
Zhou Zhiruo stood up, folded her hands on her waist and bowed slightly, then said: "There is a senior brother of my Emei sect in Hangzhou City. He has settled here for several years. I want to visit him first, and then go to Wudang Mountain with Senior Brother Song."
, okay?"
Song Xuan nodded noncommittally, but asked curiously: "I heard that all the Emei Sect has female disciples. Do they also recruit male disciples?"
Zhou Zhiruo quickly explained: "The Emei Sect does not prohibit male disciples, but most of the male disciples are lay disciples. After practicing for a few years, they will leave the mountain and find another way out.
For example, the senior brother I just mentioned, after leaving Mount Emei, returned to Hangzhou and inherited his family's medical clinic. Every one or two years, the senior brother would return to the mountain with gifts to thank his master.
Senior Brother An's martial arts skills are average, but his medical skills are still very good."
Hearing this, Song Xuan nodded clearly.
Although martial arts sects are said to be superior, practicing martial arts costs money.
Moreover, the cost of a martial artist is much higher than that of ordinary people. The annual expenses of a warrior who has achieved some success in practicing martial arts are difficult for ordinary small landowner families to afford.
Therefore, prestigious sects such as Wudang and Emei usually recruit lay disciples from well-off families.
The sect taught them some life-saving martial arts, and these lay disciples, after leaving the school, would return to the mountain every year to pay tribute to the teacher's teachings.
This can also be regarded as the main source of income for various sects.
As for whether there are other activities behind the scenes, it's hard to say.
As a big city in the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou is extremely prosperous.
In the bustling Chengdong District, the streets are dotted with teahouses, taverns, pawnshops and other shops, and vendors hawking on the street can be seen everywhere.
In the middle of this street where land is at a premium, there is a slightly dilapidated medical clinic with the three characters "Ren'antang" on the plaque, which makes it look a bit eye-catching.
When Song Xuan and Zhou Zhiruo arrived at the street entrance outside the medical center, they saw from a distance that many people had gathered in front of the medical center, and there were sounds of crying.
"He's cured people to death! He's been cured to death! Dr. Ren'antang has been cured to death!"
"Son, you died so miserably. You were killed by the evil doctor from Ren'antang. If you die, how will your mother live?"
"Brother, don't worry, I will definitely seek justice for you and let the doctor of the ball bag pay for it with your life!"
Noisy cries came one after another, and the accountant in the medical clinic looked at the young boss with a pale face and a look of fear on his face.
"Master, what should we do? Those people from the Jinsha Gang are here to cause trouble again!"
"This month, it's already the fifth time!"
"If we continue like this, our medical clinic will really not be able to open anymore!"
The young owner struggled for a while, then said in a deep voice: "Close the door, go out of business. I'm going to Mount Emei. Although the Jinshan Gang is very powerful in Hangzhou, I, An Shaoyang, don't have no one behind me!"
With that said, he pushed the door open and was about to go out. But the moment he opened the door, he saw a young man and woman standing at the door.
"Junior sister Zhou?"
After seeing the woman's appearance clearly, An Shaoyang was overjoyed.
He was just about to go back to Mount Emei to bring in reinforcements, but someone came from the division gate.
Could it be that Master knows my difficulties?
It’s great that Master still remembers his disciple in his heart, and all these years of filial piety have not been wasted!
You must know that the junior sister Zhou Zhiruo in front of you is completely different from this lay disciple like him.
I only learned a little bit in Mount Emei, but this Junior Sister Zhou is a close disciple of Master. She has acquired a true inheritance and her martial arts skills are very powerful.
Now that junior sister is here, this small medical clinic of mine can be saved!
Zhou Zhiruo seemed to be familiar with the young owner of the medical clinic. After a few brief conversations, he figured out the cause and effect.
The matter is not complicated. In this small area with precious land, Ren'antang, a small medical clinic, has naturally aroused the concern of others.
In the past, when An Shaoyang's father was still alive, he was still doing well. With the connections he made through saving people and treating illnesses, he could still keep the medical clinic open to some extent.
But since the death of his parents, things have gone from bad to worse.
Especially this month, the Jinsha Gang came and wanted to buy the medical clinic for fifty taels of silver. After being rejected, the other party was completely upset.
Every now and then, a street kid will come and cause trouble.
Today, he went too far. He directly brought a dead person from nowhere and completely ruined the reputation of the medical center.
In a medical clinic that treats people to death, who will dare to come to see a doctor in the future?
"Senior Brother An didn't reveal your identity as a disciple of the Emei Sect?" Zhou Zhiruo asked in confusion.
"I told you!" An Shaoyang smiled bitterly, "but not many people believe it. However, even if they don't believe it, the Jinsha Gang still has many scruples about the name of the Emei Sect, so they have been using inferior methods to force them to
I sold the medical clinic, but I didn’t dare to use force directly!"
As he said that, An Shaoyang's eyes fell on Song Xuan.
But when he saw that the other party was tall and handsome, with a long sword hanging on his waist, standing aside, he had an indescribable aura.
At that moment, he understood in his heart that the man in green shirt must be extraordinary because he was able to accompany the head disciple of the Emei Sect.
Therefore, he did not dare to be careless. He bowed respectfully and asked carefully: "I wonder what I call this young hero?"
Song Xuan smiled slightly, and his first impression of this lay disciple of the Emei Sect was not bad.
He then cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I am Song Xuan, a disciple of Wudang!"
Zhou Zhiruo was afraid that An Shaoyang would neglect Song Xuan, so she immediately added: "Senior Brother Song is the third generation disciple of Wudang and the number one among the younger generation in the world!"
Song Xuan waved his hand and said: "There is no need to say more about these false names."
With that said, he walked to the door and looked out.