While blaming myself, I also decided not to touch these treasures at will. Just like the master said, when you grow up and become sensible, you have become an adult, right?
If they go out at this time, it will definitely make them more nervous and worried. Thinking of this, Zhang Yang walked around the woods, returned to the steps and road, and walked towards the teacher's gate.
"Master, uncle, I'm back." After arriving at the gate of the yard, Zhang Yang deliberately shouted loudly.
The two people hurriedly ran out of the house, with obvious false surprise on their faces, and shouted almost in unison: "Zhang Yang, why are you back? Come here quickly and let us take a look, you are going to kill us."
Damn it, you can say such shameless words? Zhang Yang cursed bitterly in his heart.
I can decide not to touch their treasure, but I can't accept their hypocrisy and shamelessness, which is realistic enough to win an Oscar.
"Really?" Zhang Yang pretended to be confused, then asked with a bad smile.
"Of course, after you left, your uncle and I both felt extremely lost. We were depressed every day and had no interest in anything we did."
Taoist Priest Qingyun shook his head, sighed and continued: "I have brought you up since you were a child, and this is your first time traveling far away. We are all a little worried."
"Yes, yes, the first few days you left, my uncle didn't sleep well for a few days." Qing Lingzi took over the conversation and falsely expressed her concern for him.
"Then why didn't you give me more living expenses?" Zhang Yang wanted to laugh but couldn't.
When they left Danxia Mountain, these two stingy old people only gave themselves a few hundred yuan, but they had to live in the city for several years, and they couldn't even drink cold water every day.
The key is that they also lied to themselves and said that the university provides food, housing, and scholarships, and that their lives will be more luxuriant. Only after they arrive do they realize that it is all nonsense.
There are scholarships available, but the key is whether you can get them based on your study level?
"Well, you also know that our Fu Medical Sect treats diseases mainly to help the world and save people. Most of them just charge a token amount of money to maintain our lives. When we encounter poor people, we don't even charge them and have to pay for the medicine. So
Master and uncle don’t have any money either.”
Taoist Priest Qingyun continued to explain: "Besides, I heard that there is gold everywhere in the metropolis. You are the best disciple of our Fu Medical Sect. How can you still be unable to live because of lack of money?"
He said this very grandly, and while explaining it, he praised Zhang Yang very much.
It is easy for Zhang Yang to have the illusion that if he had taken too much money, he would not have been able to live up to his title of the best disciple of Fu Medical Sect.
But then I thought about it, damn it, besides myself, does Fu Medical Sect have any other disciples? Aren’t you just a disciple like me?
What's the difference between the best and the worst? They are all mine anyway...
But what the master said is true. Originally, they didn't treat the surrounding villagers very much. When they encountered needy households, they had to give away some of the herbs they had worked so hard to collect.
He is a little poorer, but he still has no worries about food and clothing. He is self-sufficient with food and water, which can be regarded as carefree and happy.
If they are really greedy for money, the herbal medicines prepared by Uncle Master himself can be sold for a lot of money, not to mention their treasures...
"Don't just talk, sit down quickly." Uncle Master greeted.
The three masters and apprentices sat down on the stone table. Zhang Yang picked up the teapot and filled them with tea respectfully.
"Zhang Yang, how are you living in college? Are you adapting to it?" Taoist priest Qingyun asked with concern.
"It's okay." Zhang Yang answered ambiguously.
"We must study hard, cherish this hard-won opportunity, and carry our Fu Medical School forward." Taoist Priest Qingyun said with sincerity.
The tone of voice he spoke was exactly the same as when he sent Zhang Yang off the mountain...
"Don't worry, master, I will try my best." Zhang Yang agreed casually.
But I was thinking, Damn, how many people know about the Fu Medical School? Who still believes in the magic spell? Can you make the school prosperous by yourself?
Hearing the master talk about the hard-won opportunity, he thought of He Shuqing's letter of introduction. He originally thought about asking again in two days, but now he just used the opportunity to say to Qing Lingzi: "Uncle, how did you know that academician?
Seems awesome?"
"Have you seen him?" Uncle Master was holding the tea cup, looking worried.
Probably because he was worried that Zhang Yang would find out those treasures he had hidden, he asked with surprise on his face after hearing what he said.
"No, but I heard that if you can become an academician, you are a very awesome person."
Zhang Yang didn't want his master and uncle to know what happened to him in Beidu, so in order to avoid them asking more questions, he lied.
When he was coming down the mountain, Uncle Ting said that the letter of introduction was worth half a million. He thought it was a boast. After arriving at school, he went directly to the preparatory class. Zhou Jixin and Guo Changshun were all quite afraid of him.
As well as the formula for Shishi's treatment and his relationship with Shen Bing, he also understood that this academician must be an important figure.
"Of course he is awesome, he is a Chinese doctor. Do you know what a Chinese doctor is?" Qing Lingzi breathed a sigh of relief and said with a proud look on his thin face.
"have no idea."
"Do you know the royal doctor?"
"It's the doctor who treated the emperor in ancient times?" Zhang Yang had already guessed that it was almost the same.
However, seeing the triumphant look on my uncle's face, I thought I'd better let him be arrogant for a while to see if I could get something out of him, so I pretended to be confused and asked.
"Well, that's true, but now that there is no emperor, naturally there is no imperial doctor."
Qing Lingzi continued to be nonchalant, even shaking his head a little as he continued: "The so-called Chinese doctors treat the important leaders of China. Do you think their medical skills and personal connections are not awesome?"
What he said was very clear. They often deal with important leaders in China, and even their lives need to be saved by them, so what they say carries a lot of weight.
"Then how did you get to know this academician?" Zhang Yang saw that he was almost too proud and asked while the iron was hot.
"You don't need to worry about this. As long as you know that my uncle has many connections, getting a letter of introduction is not a piece of cake."
…
Damn it, after asking for a long time and talking a lot of nonsense, he suddenly stopped at the critical moment, and Zhang Yang cursed secretly in his heart.
However, he also knew that since his uncle refused to tell, it was useless to ask. It would only make him more suspicious that he had seen He Shuqing.
If you make up any excuses to fool yourself, it will be more troublesome. It is best to find a way to trick it out.
Anyway, I am not in a hurry to leave, I will take my time...
"Ahem, for our Fu Medical School, it's easy to get a letter of introduction."
Taoist Priest Qingyun had long been dissatisfied when he saw his junior brother shaking his head and making a fuss. He was also a senior brother and a leader, so how could he let his limelight overshadow his own?
He coughed twice to remind himself of his existence, and in a casual sentence he gave the credit to the sect. After a pause, he changed the subject and said: "Zhang Yang, why did you come back so early? Didn't I tell you that you would come back only after graduation?"
"I missed my master and uncle, and I couldn't bear it anymore, so I came back to take a look." Zhang Yang lied.
"Alas! It's right to miss my master and uncle, but a good man has his ambitions in all directions, and everything must be based on his studies, not to mention..."
"I understand, master."
Zhang Yang was not in the mood to listen to his nonsense. Thinking of Guo Changshun and the man in black, he couldn't help but tentatively asked: "Master, apart from us, is there anyone else who knows the Pure Yang True Fire?"
"This is the unique skill of our Fu Medical School, how could others do it?" Taoist Priest Qingyun was obviously dissatisfied with him for interrupting her words, and asked with a stern look on his face.
"But how come our principal knows Chunyang Zhenhuo, and he also claims to know the master?"
"Oh? Really? What's his name?" Taoist priest Qingyun frowned.
"His name is Guo Changshun. He also said that when he met the master, you were seriously injured. It was you who personally taught him the Nine Yang True Fire..."
Now that this matter has been mentioned, why not express your doubts and see what kind of reaction the master has?
Given Principal Guo Changshun's identity and his character, he should not lie. If the master made up excuses to deny it, he would be able to tell.
"Zhang Yang, don't listen to what people outside are saying. How could the master be injured?"
Before he could finish speaking, Taoist Priest Qingyun interrupted him and continued with a dissatisfied look: "Master has saved countless people over the years. They saw that our medical skills are superb, and some people asked him to teach him, but he didn't
It's easy to refuse and teach them a little bit, this kind of thing also happens, your principal may be like this."
After a pause, he deliberately said with disdain: "Save the master? He only knows a little bit about how to save the master? These people are just making up a story to have some relationship with our Fu Medical Sect. Don't believe it easily."
Although his words were an explanation, they were completely contrary to the unique skills mentioned earlier...
Zhang Yang was speechless. What he said sounded awesome, but in fact it was pure nonsense. After hesitating for a moment, he said: "I know about Master, but I also met someone who also knows Nine Yang True Fire, but his skill is not as good as Master's."
Below, it should be above level five."
"How is this possible? Who is he? What does he look like?" Taoist Priest Qingyun's body visibly trembled, a nervous look flashed across his face, and he asked.
Not only him, but also the uncle next to him, his expression immediately became unnatural.
Although he regained his composure in an instant, Zhang Yang still couldn't escape his eyes, and he even more concluded that the man in black must be related to his sect.
"When I was in college, I had a dispute with an international student from Japan, so he called for a helper."
Zhang Yang didn't know the relationship between the man in black and his master, so he decided to hide it. Thinking that the man in black was with the Japanese, he made up such a half-truth and half-false lie.
He continued: "Because we fought him at night, I didn't see his appearance clearly, but I can be sure that he knows the Pure Yang True Fire of our sect."
"You fought with him and you didn't get hurt?"
"It's not a deep hatred, let alone in school. It seems that he just wanted to teach me a lesson and didn't use all his strength." (To be continued)