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"Who is this girl?"
"It seems like the staff of the Jiang family?"
"You're so rude. You dare to say this to Zhang Yanghao. You're too ignorant!?"
When everyone saw Chen Mange standing up and spoke wildly to Zhang Yanghao and Zhang Xuanhu, they were shocked and the scene was in an uproar.
Even Zhang Yanghao's disciples and students were furious and shouted harshly:
"You are so arrogant! You are disrespectful, you want to die!"
"Little girl, do you think you have a long life?"
"Do you know that if your words are spread outside, you will be torn to pieces by Mr. Zhang's believers in minutes!"
"Little girl, you dare to say this to my grandfather. I think you deserve a beating!"
Zhang Xuanhu rolled up his sleeves and approached Chen Mange, as if he was beaten up.
Mo Zhengrong quickly pulled him and said to Chen Mange: "This lady, it's not unreasonable!"
Zhang Yanghao turned his head and looked at Chen Mange, his eyes suddenly widened. When he saw Jiang Tian next to him, his heart skipped a beat, and he was so shocked that he couldn't faint.
Then, in front of everyone, he quickly walked to Jiang Tian, lifted the hem of his robe, knelt straight towards Jiang Tian, and said respectfully: "Disciple Zhang Yanghao, pay homage to his mentor! Pay homage to Ms. Mange!"
It seems that the believer saw the gods, his face full of horror and reverence.
"Disciple Chen Jishi, pay homage to Master Jiang, Ms. Mange!" Chen Jishi also looked like a slut, and hurriedly knelt behind him.
"hiss--!"
In an instant, everyone took a breath of air conditioning.
Everyone seemed to have seen a ghost in broad daylight, and their eyes were hanging out without staring out of their eyes.
How is this possible?
Zhang Yanghao, the Taishan Beidou in the Chinese traditional medicine industry, is the director of the Red Wall Imperial Medical Hall, and is also the academic general consultant of the Chinese Medicine Society, the Yangtze River Scholar and other honorary titles...
How respectful is the status?
How profound is your academic foundation?
But at this moment, he actually knelt down to a boy who was twenty and bowed to him and called him his mentor. This was simply incredible.
"Mr....what's going on?"
Everyone was full of doubts and puzzled, and they were all confused. They looked at Zhang Yanghao, the master of traditional Chinese medicine, respectfully bowing to Jiang Tian with great respect.
"Get up, but you are not my disciple, and you are not worthy of..."
Jiang Tian's face was calm, he picked up the teacup, took a sip of the tea, and his eyes were indifferent.
Back then, he set up an altar in the Shennong Sect, preaching and learning from the cause and solving doubts for half a month. Zhang Yanghao, as an outer sect elder, also listened under the altar.
In just two weeks, he was like listening to an immortal preaching, and was deeply inspired. Many mysteries and problems were solved, and his medical skills were significantly improved.
He is grateful to Jiang Tian!
In his mind, Jiang Tian was his teacher, and even a noble immortal.
But Jiang Tian didn't think so. He chose disciples very strictly, and it was not up to the talent, nature, and loyalty.
If you have to give yourself a few words of guidance and call yourself a disciple, then there are too many disciples.
"Master Jiang..."
Zhang Yanghao had just stood up and heard the second half of the sentence, his body stiffened, his heart was anxious, and tears were so hungry that he didn't shed?
At this moment, he understood that Jiang Tian was a child of the Jiang family in Jinling and the grandson of Jiang Changgeng.
He regretted it, he was so blinded by the eyes of Mount Tai. He was blinded by hatred and was actually rude to Jiang Changgeng. I am afraid it will be difficult to get Master Jiang’s guidance in the future!
"You sit down and continue the meeting!"
Seeing everyone's suspicious eyes, Chen Mange was too lazy to explain and ordered indifferently.
"Please sit in the chief, Mr. Jiang, and Ms. Mange, please give in!" Zhang Yanghao quickly gave up his seat and said politely.
"Yes, please, please!"
Although Mo Zhengrong found it incredible, he also realized that this "Master Jiang" was definitely a master and quickly agreed.
"It's great for me to sit here, my ears are pure! You can drive yours!" Jiang Tian waved his hand to refuse.
He just heard their discussion, which was nothing more than just arguing with reason and verifying history to prove that traditional Chinese medicine is the source of Korean medicine, etc., which is a bit naive, and it is just scratching the surface.
"We also want to ask Mr. Jiang, Ms. Mange, Master Jiang to give me some more advice!" Zhang Yanghao said with a humble face.
Jiang Tian lowered his head and played with his cell phone, ignoring him for a moment.
Jiang Changgeng also politely refused.
Zhang Yanghao had no choice but to sit down, suppress his uneasy mind, open the manuscript, organize his thoughts, and prepare to say a few words.
Behind him, Zhang Xuanhu talked and frowned and muttered: "Grandpa, why did you kneel down to him? You're a little brat!"
Zhang Yanghao turned around and gave him a slap, angrily shouting: "Zhu Zi ignorant! Master Jiang is the chief worshiper of Shennong Sect, a literate heaven and man, medical skills are all the way through the earth, and ghosts and gods are unpredictable. Even when Zuo Zimu, the leader, would call himself a disciple. , You dare to speak wildly!"
"hiss--!"
Everyone immediately took a breath of air conditioning, and their eyes almost jumped out of their eyes, and a storm was stirred up in their hearts.
His face changed when he looked at Jiang Tian.
Shennong Sect!
What does that exist?!
It is known as the source of traditional Chinese medicine, and all the medical paths in the world are from Shennong.
The descendant of Shennong's disciples can be described as living fossils.
People from the Shennong School are no longer traditional Chinese medicine, nor are they the four methods of diagnosis of observation, listening, asking and touching, but are doctors who practice Taoism, proficient in magical alchemy, drawing talismans, and prayer techniques, and medical skills that can lead to life and death, flesh and bones, just like gods in the sky.
Zhang Yanghao is so capable, but he is just an outer elder of the Shennong Sect. He has been begging for many years before he can join.
But this person is actually the chief entourage, and he can actually make the head of the Shennong Sect call himself a disciple. Is that still a human being?
"Grandpa, you're not kidding..." Zhang Xuanhu covered his face, shocked and laughed in silence.
"I'm kidding? Bastard, why don't you kneel down quickly!"
Zhang Yanghao's face turned pale with anger, and pointed at Zhang Xuanhu and shouted angrily.
"Grandpa..." Zhang Xuanhu's face turned red and he begged.
He had realized that what his grandfather should say should be true, and he should kneel down on Jiang Tian in terms of seniority and status.
However, Jiang Tian is young and almost the same as him. He openly kneeled down to Jiang Tian, and he really couldn't accept it emotionally.
"Forget it, have a meeting, don't care about these details!" Jiang Tian said with a faint smile.
Just a mere ants, you can slap them into pieces with just one palm. It is impossible to argue with them at all.
The meeting continued as usual.
But with Jiang Tian present, Zhang Yanghao was worried. He was originally clever and even though he prepared the speech, his tongue was still tied and his forehead was sweating. He looked at Jiang Tian from time to time to see his expression.
After he finished speaking, everyone expressed their opinions and discussed how to crush the conspiracy of Korean doctors to apply for the world's intangible cultural heritage.
Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, as if someone was arguing, and then the door of the conference room was kicked open.
A group of burly men in black, with a dozen people breaking in.
Each of them had a gloomy and cruel face, a cold look, a tall and big horse, and a dragon and tiger on their arms. It was obvious that they were not good at slapping people, and they surrounded everyone.
"Who are you? How dare you break into our conference room?" Zhang Yanghao was furious and slapped the table.
"I heard that you are terrorists from China and intend to undermine the international medical exchange meeting, so we plan to beat you out!"
The leader was two meters tall, with a beard and long hair shawl, and his hands were supporting the conference table, looking down at everyone, and said with a grim smile in awkward Chinese.
"It's all nonsense, we're doing normal academic exchanges, get out!"
Zhang Xuanhu pointed at the man's nose and scolded angrily.
"Oh, I rarely see such a backbone Chinese!"
The long-haired man smiled gloomyly, and suddenly pinched Zhang Xuanhu's finger and stroked it upwards.
Suddenly, Zhang Xuanhu screamed shrillly, his fingers bent into an abnormal arc, making a crisp sound of fracture.
The Zhang family's medical skills are the best in the world and have come into contact with some martial arts figures. Zhang Xuanhu has also been able to learn some martial arts. Although he is only in the early stage of the Iron Man, ordinary three or five great men cannot get close to him.
He suffered a loss in his hand and immediately fought back with a kick on his side, kicking hard towards the waist of the man with a hair.
"waste!"
The long-haired man came to meet him with one foot.
With a bang, the legs collided.
Zhang Xuanhu immediately flew out like a rag doll, his legs broke, and he couldn't stand up even when he lay on the ground, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Everyone was stunned and panicked.
I didn’t expect that South Korean doctors were so crazy and arrogant that they even called them directly.
"Is anyone else dare to come up?"
The long-haired man beat Zhang Xuanhu, as if he was casually slapped an ant and looked relaxed.
As he asked, he smiled and inserted his finger to the conference table.
With a sneer, the conference table made of pure solid wood with a thickness of more than three centimeters was like tofu, and was inserted through his fingers.
For a moment, everyone took a breath of air conditioning, frightened and sweated on their foreheads.
They saved lives and cursed people passionately.
But the fight is far from being a big deal. This person is obviously a master and is definitely not something they can handle.
"Call the police?" someone said.
"Call the police, it's useless!"
Someone shook his head and pointed at the outsider and said, "Did you see that there are police outside? They have been colluding with each other for a long time. Just wait for us to take action and arrest us!"
"Is there any law of kings to attack people in broad daylight? Is there any law of nature?"
Mo Zhengrong stood up, slapped the table, and shouted angrily: "We are from the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine Society, a formal group protected by law. We are here to participate in academic exchanges. I want to inform the Chinese Embassy and show you solemnity.
Protest and strong condemnation!”
"Whatever you want!"
The long-haired man smiled grimly and said fearlessly: "Get out of South Korea now, otherwise I will beat you once and once, and you will be unable to take care of yourself!"
Mo Zhengrong understood in an instant, his face turned pale, and his heart quickly sank into the bottom of the valley.
The application of Korean medicine for World Heritage is of great importance. If China intervenes and prevents them from successfully applying for World Heritage, then their losses will be too great. This is something that many groups of Korean medicine vested interest are unwilling to see.
Korean medicine companies like Daewoo Pharmaceutical have a market value of 200 billion won. It is normal to buy a few desperate people who are not afraid of death to come to interfere with the Chinese traditional Chinese medicine visiting group.
Even if you ask the embassy to protest, you may even hold legal responsibility afterwards.
But they have successfully applied for World Heritage, and it can be said that they have won great victory at a small price.