Yang Jinhong, the master of the hall, had been holding on to his last breath, and finally waited for their arrival.
I finally waited for Wang Yuehu’s owl’s head at the end.
After seeing Wang Yuehu's head, he fainted with satisfaction and didn't know how to survive.
In the end, it was the deputy director Xiang Shou who carried medicine to treat internal injuries and took the last breath of the director Yang before transporting him to Taixi City.
Then.
They invited countless doctors and pharmacists to the city, and even distinguished alchemists from Shanglin City.
After arriving to check Yang Jinhong's physical condition, everyone shook their heads firmly, and the conclusions they reached were unprecedentedly consistent.
There is no medicine to cure, no disease to save.
The current method can only maintain Yang Jinhong's last breath, continue to hang on to his last breath, and wait for his awakening.
Let’s see if he can survive for a few more days.
Yes, the best outcome is whether you can survive for a few days.
Now, after seven long days, Yang Jinhong, who has been unconscious, finally opened his eyes today.
After he opened his eyes and woke up, he sent someone to find Shen Xiu.
Shen Xiu stepped into the courtyard, entered the house, and saw the frail Master Yang in the room filled with the fragrance of various herbs.
At this time, Master Yang was even thinner than that day, and the stork bones on his face looked sunken due to the weight loss.
His face was as pale as paper, even his lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood.
The visible breath of life is disappearing.
When Shen Xiu found him, Yang Jinhong was leaning on the bed, being fed a bowl of gruel.
After finishing the last few mouthfuls, Yang Jinhong weakly waved his hand and asked those idle people to leave.
Shen Xiu's eyes stayed on his face, "How is the owner's health?"
"It's just a reflection of the past!" Yang Jinhong smiled with some difficulty, "How many things did I come to you for today?"
"Master, tell me!"
"First, are you willing to be my disciple?"
Although Shen Xiu is now a disciple in the martial arts school, it is more of a special employment relationship.
Now the meaning of his words is different.
After hearing what Master Yang said, Shen Xiu smiled and shook his head.
Yang Jinhong thought he was worried about his own death, so he explained with a smile,
"Although I may only be a half-day disciple, I will still teach you what I have learned throughout my life. I want to make it clear to Xiang Shou that if you are promoted to the four realms and return to Tibet to cultivate in the future, then the position of master of the martial arts hall will also be very important.
You belong to it!”
Shen Xiu still shook his head firmly and added: "To be honest, I already have a candidate for the museum owner!"
Yang Jinhong was a little strange. He secretly thought that this disciple was so talented. I was looking for someone better than me.
"Who is that person!"
"Jiaoxi Duan!"
"Duan Jiaoxi?"
Yang Jinhong was suddenly a little surprised at this time, and his expression was very astonished. Duan Hongfei, the instructor in the gym, had originally recruited him to teach in the martial arts gym.
He didn't say he knew everything about Duan Hongfei's abilities, but he still knew about them.
Regardless of his strength, cultivation, or teaching experience, Duan Hongfei can only be regarded as an average, in short, a very ordinary teacher among many martial arts schools.
There are no shortcomings and no advantages.
"With your cultivation level, you should know that he has nothing to teach you!" Yang Jinhong frowned.
"I know!"
"Know?"
Yang Jinhong was a little confused, but then he suddenly understood.
Looking at Shen Xiu, there was only admiration in his eyes.
"If that's the case, then I won't force you! The previous promise still works. The technique is still in Qinglong Temple. However, when you dig out the box and take it out, you have to knock it three times! Otherwise, your life will be in danger!"
When Shen Xiu heard this, he immediately glanced at Guilin Master Yang, and his thoughts turned out to be true.
As a veteran who has been in the world for many years, how could he not have any precautions?
If you don't follow what Master Yang said and just try to get it, then I'm afraid it won't be a so-called worry about your life, but you will just fall to the ground and die.
Yang Jinhong didn't shy away from Shen Xiu's eyes at all.
"It's a very important matter, I have to do something. If you do what I say and take the peach wood hairpin to Qiuniang, she will naturally tell you the reason. If you can't even accomplish this, how can you be trusted!"
This approach is reasonable and Shen Xiu is not surprised.
"Then do one last thing for me!"
Yang Jinhong said.
Afterwards, the two went to a shop on Changqing Street, and Yang Jinhong chose a refreshing outfit.
After coming out, he was dressed in a patterned brocade robe with a black belt tied around his waist. His eyes were rare and clear, and his whole complexion softened a lot, adding a bit of vitality.
After leaving the clothing store, the two went to a gold and silver jewelry shop, where they replaced a few silver wires on the peach wood hairpin and repaired it again, making it even more exquisite.
Afterwards, the two came to a horse racing stable.
Yang Jinhong picked a big white horse that was not very strong, but was very quiet and obedient.
After noon, Yang Jinhong led the group through the city government office, across the long street, across the covered bridge, and came to a small alley.
At the end of the alley, in a semi-low courtyard.
A woman over thirty years old, dressed in plain clothes, was holding a gourd and ladle to water the cauliflower in the yard.
Suddenly she raised her head with a feeling, and saw the figure leading the white horse. The water ladle in the woman's hand shook slightly, and a ladle of clear spring fell.
"Coming..."
Yang Jinhong smiled and nodded, "Yeah! Let's go for a walk, the horse can't ride anymore..."
"Then wait for me..."
The woman smiled, poured down the gourd of water in her hand, and returned to the house. When she came out, she was still wearing a red dress.
A peach wood hairpin was inserted into the hairpin.
Soon after, there was a pair of figures on the bank of Lishui River, leading horses and watching the sunset.
The figure of the sun gradually set, and the afterglow stretched the figures of the two people very long.
After the sun went down, Yang Jinhong's figure lay quietly on the back of the white horse.
The woman was wearing a red dress, holding her hand step by step, holding back tears, and sang a popular folk tune in Qingyang County.
Singing and singing, my eyes are filled with tears...
In the afterglow of the setting sun.
She seemed to see the bald boy from before, jumping around and throwing stones at the river where she was washing clothes, splashing water all over her body and laughing...
After she was caught, she beat him to death and his head was covered with bruises.
Later, the two of them climbed a tree together and stole fruits in the forest. They were stung by bees and fell into a mud pit.
They pointed at each other and couldn't help laughing...
Let’s talk about it later.
The boy has grown up and has hair on his head.
Take me away...
The young man bared his big white teeth and led a white horse behind him...