On the first night when Jingke and his family arrived, Tianming met Xiang Liang and the unconscious Xiang Shaoyu. Although he had not seen the latter with his own eyes, Tianming felt that he already knew them.
The other party is several years older than me, he is also a teenager, and he also has a very difficult disease. The people in Yaowang Valley have no solution for the time being, and their relatives and friends are also worried.
He believed that he and Xiang Shaoyu, who was suffering from the same disease, would definitely get better.
Tianming chatted a lot with Xiang Liang, a strange and kind uncle, but finally felt sleepy and tired, so he voluntarily went back to sleep.
Xiang Liang was left alone. He leaned against the wall with his sword in both hands, closed his eyes, and then gradually, his breathing became even and gentle.
…
In the early morning of the next day, Jingke and his family got up early and prepared to visit Duanmurong in the back mountain.
Gongsun Liji had done some homework in advance and was quite confident in Duan Murong, the medical immortal and medicine king.
More than ten years ago, Jing Ke was seriously injured and his heart was damaged. The Six-fingered Black Man asked Chu Nianduan to rescue him. Gongsun Liji also learned some medical skills from Nianduan by chance and had a brief relationship with Duan Murong.
While checking her clothes, she said: "Senior Medical Immortal Nianduan cured your serious injury back then. Now, senior's disciples will definitely be able to cure Tianming."
"Um."
Jing Ke nodded sternly and tied up his black hair.
"Senior Medical Immortal, your adoptive mother taught you your medical skills."
Yue'er had already taken care of herself and was waiting at the door.
Her face wasn't very bright, and she probably didn't sleep well last night, but she was still in good spirits, and the name Medical Fairy gave her considerable support.
"That's right." Li Ji lowered her eyes and looked at Yue'er, her eyes full of love and affection, "Back then, I only learned a little bit from Senior Medical Immortal. Duanmu Rong, on the other hand, has been studying medical skills for ten or twenty years. Her
His abilities are countless times higher than mine."
"Duan Murong, should I call her Sister Duan?"
"Her surname is Duanmu, and her last name is Rong. Yue'er, it would be nice for you to call her Sister Duanmu."
Li Ji thought for a moment and realized that Duan Murong was undoubtedly younger than her, and her family had many needs, so calling Yue'er sister would make her look closer.
"Well, I understand."
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back mountain
Duan Murong's residence is a low wooden thatched house, with a small piece of land surrounded by a fence, where she grows three or two handfuls of vegetables.
There is still a long distance between here and Nianduan's tombstone. If you walk normally, it will take at least half an hour.
When Jing Ke, Li Ji and Yue'er arrived, someone had already arrived.
He was wearing old yellowish white clothes, with long black hair tied down by a bow on the back of his head. He had a tall and straight figure and a sword in his hand.
Jing Ke's eyes rolled, he stepped forward and asked, "Gai Nie, why are you here?"
Gai Nie stared directly at the wooden house not far away and spoke in a low tone, "The day before, I came to ask Mr. Duanmu to come and treat Xiang Shaoyu, but he failed. If it were you..."
He looked sideways at Jing Ke, seeming to have some inexplicable expectation.
Jing Ke twitched one of his eyebrows, glanced sideways at the wooden house, and then looked at Gai Nie with a strange expression.
He reached out and patted the latter's arm and said quietly: "Me? I don't have much confidence, but hey, Li Ji can definitely do it."
squeak~
The sound of the wooden door turning was heard as Duan Murong walked out of the house. She was still dressed in plain robes and an old turban, with thick bangs covering her forehead and even her eyes. She looked extremely indifferent.
She ignored the large number of living people, carried a basket on her back, and left without saying a word.
Li Ji's eyebrows moved and she quickly followed and called someone, "Miss Duanmu, Miss Duanmu?"
Duan Murong stopped, turned half of his body, and looked at her coldly, "Is something wrong?"
Um?
Li Ji was frightened by such an attitude. She remembered that when she was learning medical skills, Duan Murong had enthusiastically taught her. Why now?
She composed herself, quickly calmed down, and said with a soft smile, "Miss Duanmu, I am Li Ji, Gongsun Li Ji. Back in Jicheng, you taught me my medical skills."
"……It's you."
Duan Murong reacted. She remembered the near-miss "surgery" more than ten years ago - Master Nian Duan treated the seriously injured Mohist master Jing Ke.
At that time, the Mohist family suffered heavy losses because they prevented the Qin State from invading the Wei State, and several leaders were injured. Duan Murong respected these heroes very much, and naturally she fell in love with Gongsun Liji, who was interested in studying medicine.
But more than ten years have passed, and everything has changed.
Although she glanced at this strange old friend twice, her face remained indifferent, "What's the matter? If you want to burn a stick of incense for Master, then come with me. If it's for other reasons, please leave slowly without sending him."
After Duan Murong finished speaking, she turned around, weighed the basket on her back, and then stepped forward as if there was no one around.
"Uh~"
Li Ji looked at her back, stretched out her hands in vain, then sighed and put her hands down, "Duan Murong, how could it be like this?"
"Foster mother, is she the true descendant of Senior Medical Immortal?"
Yue'er had clenched her hands into fists and stared at Duanmu Rong angrily, her pink lips biting her teeth, "She clearly knows that others are here to seek medical treatment, but she looks coldly and has nothing to do with her. She is not a doctor at all.
.”
"Yue'er~"
Li Ji leaned down, hugged the child gently, and comforted: "No, you must first learn benevolence when learning medicine. As a medical immortal, senior Nianduan, the only disciple behind her, how could she ignore the patient? Yue'er,
Don't be impatient, let alone hate her, Duan Murong may also have something to hide."
"The way she looks now is indeed an earth-shaking change."
Jing Ke also came here and squatted down, stretched his neck and whispered, "I remember that at that time, Duan Murong just looked a little cold. In fact, a bunch of injured Mo brothers thought she was very gentle. Why now..."
"Yeah, I don't know what happened in these years."
Li Ji caressed Yue'er's long, silky hair, and raised her eyes to look at the thin back that was retreating, her eyes full of sadness.
Gai Nie had been watching quietly, with his eyes under his sword-shaped brows, microwaves finally appeared in the deep pool of the flat lake.
"Jing Ke, have you ever known Mr. Duanmu?"
"yes."
Jing Ke turned around and answered, standing up straight, "But that was a long time ago, that is, the year when Qin launched the Puyang War."
"The ninth year of King Qin's administration."
Gai Nie was deeply impressed. It was a very beautiful first battle out of the East under the auspices of Lu Yan.
The elites of the Wei State were exhausted and they were completely reduced to fish meat; South Korea was occupied by the Chu army, which was the beginning of the demise of the Seven Heroes of the Warring States Period; the situation in the Three Jin Dynasties was controlled by the Qin State, laying the foundation for the next step of swallowing up Zhao, Wei and Han.
"How old was Mr. Duanmu at that time?"
Jing Ke felt a little strange about Gai Nie's question, and asked doubtfully: "Why are you asking this...she should be several years younger than Li Ji and I."
"..." Gai Nie said nothing, but nodded thoughtfully.
Upon seeing this, Jing Ke immediately asked, "Do you know anything?"
"Maybe I know the crux of Mr. Duanmu's heart."
Gai Nie turned slightly sideways, and Duan Murong had disappeared around the corner of the woods from his field of vision, but the figure walking alone was still in his sight.