"Junior Brother Zhang's Gudao Rechang is admirable, but Fang Jing's child's condition is really rare. I think Junior Brother Zhang doesn't need to bother." Zhuang Jing is a well-known old Chinese doctor in Wuyi Mountain among everyone. He has also seen Fang Zhongping's daughter's disease.
He couldn't even get a clue. When he saw Zhang Weidong, he wanted to take a look, but he was afraid that if he really went there, the young man would lose face and prescribe some medicine randomly. If he really wanted to do this, he might as well not go.
Zhang Weidong also knows that his age is always easy for others to look down upon. He was not angry at all when he heard this. He insisted: "No matter what, now that I know it, I will always feel uneasy if I don't go to see it. As for whether it can be cured, then
It still depends on the specific condition.”
Zhang Weidong's sentence "I always feel uneasy if I don't take a look at it" immediately revealed his inner kindness and love and righteousness, which made Fang Zhongping and others quite moved when they heard it.
"Since Junior Brother Zhang cares so much about my little girl, then wait until tomorrow..."
"How can we put off this matter? Let's go now." Zhang Weidong interrupted before Fang Zhongping finished speaking.
Everyone was dumbfounded when they heard this, especially Zhuang Jingze, an old Chinese medicine doctor, whose face turned dark.
Seeing a doctor is nothing like child's play. Zhang Weidong drank at least three kilograms of liquor tonight. If it were another person in this situation, let alone seeing a doctor, whether he could walk would be a problem.
But after all, Zhang Weidong had good intentions and was a guest from afar. Moreover, he might have been drunk and talked without thinking. Zhuang Jing couldn't directly scold him, but he looked a little unkind and said: "Junior brother Zhang, you still need to see a doctor."
Be careful, you drank a lot tonight, I think it would be safer to wait until you have recovered and then look at it tomorrow."
"Haha, that's what Master Zhuang is criticizing. But to be honest, no matter how high the alcohol content is, to me it's really no different from drinking boiled water." Zhang Weidong took a bowl and then stretched out his right index finger to point into the bowl.
, and suddenly droplets of crystal clear liquid dripped from his fingertips into the bowl.
As the droplets dripped, a subtle aroma of wine floated throughout the box.
This! Except for the people who drank too much and were lying on the table, everyone's eyes almost fell out when they saw it.
There is indeed a saying that when internal martial arts are practiced to a great extent, poison or alcohol can be forced out of the body, but after all, it is only a close-to-legendary existence. Perhaps martial arts masters like Zhang Ziyou, Taoist Master Chenxu, etc. can do it.
, but anyway, this is the first time that Zhuang Jingze and others have seen someone force wine directly out of the body for most of their lives. It feels like watching Duan Yu use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to force wine out of the body in Mr. Jin Yong's novel. It's very
Magical and illusory.
Although Zhang Weidong had already expected such expressions from everyone, but seeing everyone's dumbfounded looks, he secretly shook his head. He had tried his best to restrain himself, otherwise based on his true strength, the wine would not be dripping.
Instead, it shoots out directly like a water gun.
It took a while for everyone to recover from the terrifying scene.
After coming back to their senses, everyone couldn't help but look at Zhang Weidong with a hint of awe.
In the past, they respected Zhang Weidong mainly because he was a member of the presidium of the martial arts conference and could stand on an equal footing with Zhang Ziyou and other almost legendary figures in the martial arts. But now they are completely impressed by Zhang Weidong's almost miraculous martial arts, and finally
They understood why Zhang Weidong could become a member of the presidium of the Wulin Conference at such a young age. But in fact, they still didn't understand. The reason why Zhang Weidong was able to sit on the presidium of the Wulin Conference was not because of his martial arts, but because of that bottle of medicine.
He was classified into the same category by Zhang Ziyou, Taoist Master Chenxu and Tao Jibin.
"Junior Brother Zhang is good at martial arts!" I don't know who was the first to applaud, and soon the box filled with warm applause.
The warm applause woke up the drunk people. They raised their heads, opened their drunken eyes, looked at everyone with puzzled faces, muttered a few words, and then fell on the table again, looking at those who were still sober.
People couldn't help but feel very lucky that they were not drunk, otherwise they would have missed this once-in-a-lifetime wonderful scene.
The applause did not stop until Zhang Weidong stood up and waved his hands repeatedly.
Seeing that everyone finally stopped, Zhang Weidong turned his eyes to Fang Zhongping again and said: "Brother Fang, you are almost done drinking. How about we go now?"
"Okay, I'll thank you, Junior Brother Zhang." Fang Zhongping held Zhang Weidong's hand tightly and said gratefully.
Although he didn't know much about Zhang Weidong's medical skills, Zhang Weidong's martial arts in forcing the wine out of his body was so shocking that it rekindled a glimmer of hope in Fang Zhongping's heart.
Fang Zhongping's home is a high-end European-style villa built halfway up the mountain. There is a large green lawn and a private swimming pool in front of the house. It is surrounded by green pines and cypresses, mountains and streams, beautiful scenery and fresh air. It is a place where a truly wealthy person lives.
place.
But it was just such a place. Before Zhang Weidong got out of the car, he saw the bright lights there, the mountain breeze blowing, the faint smell of incense and candles and the messy sounds, which were incompatible with the quiet environment around him.
When Zhang Weidong got out of the car, he discovered that Fang Zhongping's family was doing the ritual. There was a ritual altar on the lawn. There were a lot of messy things and lights, candles and incense on the altar, which not only made the quiet and beautiful villa smoky.
Wandering and gloomy, the green and smooth lawn was also trampled into a mess.
In front of the altar, a girl was curled up on the ground. Her face was pale with a hint of cyan, her lips were purple and trembling from time to time, and her limbs were stiff. The dew from the mountains at night dripped on her body, and it turned into a thin layer in the blink of an eye.
of frost.
The girl's pupils were as black as ink, as pure as the spotless deep night sky. At this time, she was looking in horror at a Taoist priest with white hair and beard, but very white and tender skin, with his hair tied high in a bun. The Taoist priest wore a robe with embroidered yin and yang patterns.
Taoist robes with Bagua Tai Chi patterns, holding peach wood swords, murmuring words and dancing around the girl's hands and feet. Not far from the Taoist priest and the girl, there are two young Taoist priests with delicate features holding fly whisks, standing on both sides of the altar. At this time
He was also muttering something solemnly.
In addition to these people, there are many people standing at the steps of the villa and around the lawn. Among them, a middle-aged pregnant woman is looking at the girl with a worried face and muttering from time to time, probably asking for blessings from the gods and Buddhas in the sky.
if.
As soon as Zhang Weidong saw the pure and dark eyes of the girl in front of the altar, a surge of anger could not help but rush to the top of his forehead.
The young Taoist priests standing on both sides of the altar holding whisks saw Zhang Weidong rushing up and immediately stepped forward to stop him. Zhang Weidong raised his foot and kicked the two of them with a sullen face. The two of them immediately oops, and then fell to the ground holding their bellies.
.
Zhang Weidong, however, didn't even look at the two of them. He walked to the girl in a few steps and hugged her tightly in his arms. A pure fire energy faintly emanated from him, quietly pulling the girl into his arms.
Wrapped up.
The girl's skin was very white and she was very beautiful, especially her pair of eyes that were as dark and clear as the endless night. Zhang Weidong couldn't help but think of the elf princess in "The Lord of the Rings", who was so innocent and beautiful.
The girl was suddenly held in the arms of a strange man. She was scared at first, like a frightened deer, but when she looked up and saw the pity in his eyes, she was no longer scared.
Then, soon she felt a warmth she had never enjoyed in her life. The warmth was as warm as the sun in winter, making people want to fly to the sun and absorb more heat. Girls are like this now, she can't help but
She curled up into Zhang Weidong's arms, opened her arms, and wrapped around Zhang Weidong's waist to hug him tightly.
"Who are you? Do you know what you are doing?" At this moment, a furious voice of accusation suddenly rang out. But it was the man with white hair and beard, white and tender skin, a childish look, and a fairy-like spirit.
The elegant Taoist priest was pointing an angry peach wood sword at Zhang Weidong and yelling.
"Who am I? I also want to ask who you are? What are you doing?" Zhang Weidong stood up with the girl in his arms, staring at the Taoist priest with eyes as cold as swords and asked.
When the Taoist priest saw Zhang Weidong's cold gaze, he couldn't help but feel a chill rising in his heart, and he couldn't help but step back.
After retreating, he found that Fang Zhongping was hurriedly walking this way. The Taoist priest hurriedly stabilized his steps, raised his palms to Fang Zhongping and saluted with a sullen face: "Fang Zhongping, who is this person? I am practicing the Dharma at a critical moment, how can I let him let me go?"
People are doing such nonsense here!”
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Master Luo, this is a friend of mine, and he came here to treat my daughter with good intentions, but I didn't expect that he violated the master's practice." Fang Zhongping apologized repeatedly.
"See a doctor?" Master Luo's face darkened when he heard this, then he flicked his sleeves and walked away without saying a word.
When Fang Zhongping saw Master Luo walking away with a flick of his sleeves, he naturally understood that he was angry that he could not believe in his Taoism. He hurriedly reached out to stop Master Luo and said with a smile: "Master Luo has something to say, something to say. This friend of mine is proficient in medical skills, listen.
When I talk about my little daughter’s affairs, I must come here in a hurry. It’s really out of good intentions. I don’t mean to destroy the master’s rituals, nor am I distrustful of the master.”
Seeing what Fang Zhongping said, Master Luo's expression softened slightly, and he nodded and said: "So that's the case, but just now I have reached a critical moment in my practice, and I almost forced the evil ghost to show up. Unfortunately, you were
This friend broke through and not only failed in his work, but also the poor Taoist body was seriously damaged. I am afraid that there is nothing you can do to save your daughter, so I ask layman Fang to hire someone else."
After speaking, Master Luo bowed slightly and stepped forward to leave. The two young Taoist priests also hurriedly got up and followed behind him.
When Fang Zhongping saw Master Luo about to leave, he naturally stretched out his hand to stop her and said: "Master, stay, stay. I ask you to think carefully about my daughter's matter."
Master Luo obviously didn't really want to leave. He just wanted to raise the price. He also wanted to provoke Zhang Weidong and let him see who was the protagonist tonight. So when Fang Zhongping persuaded him to stay, he stopped again.
Then he reached out and stroked his gray beard, and said with a compassionate expression: "For the sake of Layman Fang's love for his daughter, I will think of another way, but in the future it will never happen again like what happened tonight."
Otherwise, even if a poor Taoist has great abilities, he will still have no skills."
As he spoke, Master Luo glanced at Zhang Weidong, not knowing whether it was intentional or subconscious.