"We Fu doctors are not afraid of getting drunk because we will..."
"Ahem, he's still a student, so it's better not to drink." Taoist Master Qingyun interrupted his junior brother.
In fact, even if he didn't interrupt, Zhang Yang also knew what his uncle wanted to say. It was simply that the Pure Yang True Fire could excrete wine out of the body through sweat and other methods. Although it could not be said that one would not get drunk after a thousand cups, one's alcohol capacity was astonishing.
"What's wrong with the students? You are an adult at the age of eighteen. If you don't know how to drink, won't you be laughed at?" Qing Lingzi frowned and said to his senior brother displeased.
"You..." Taoist Priest Qingyun actually contradicted him directly. He was so angry that his mustache was raised and he was speechless.
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"What Master and Master said makes sense. It's rare that I'm happy today, so I'll learn to drink a little, just to accompany Master and Master. Don't laugh at me if you drink too much."
Zhang Yang's words did not offend either of them, and he also had a respectful, flattering and humble tone, which made them very useful.
"Well, okay! But when you return to the university, you must not go out to drink casually." Taoist priest Qingyun nodded slightly and agreed after saying this.
"I understand, master."
Zhang Yang agreed casually, smiled, picked up the Maotai and filled it for the two of them, poured half a cup for himself and continued: "I give a toast to master and uncle."
"OK."
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The three of them toasted together, and the aroma of Moutai filled the air, making the room even more cheerful.
"Zhang Yang, the master arranged for you to go down the mountain this time because he wants you to learn more knowledge and see more of the outside world." After getting back to the topic, Taoist Priest Qingyun spoke earnestly.
"I know Master, and I want to carry forward our Fu Medical School." Zhang Yang's flattering answer also said that he always remembers his master's teachings and instructions.
"Alas! There are only three of us left in the Fu Medical School, how can we possibly flourish?"
To his surprise, Taoist Master Qingyun actually sighed, and continued with a tone full of frustration: "We are just a small sect, and it is classified as feudal superstition. It would be great if we can pass on our medical skills."
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Zhang Yang was speechless. He thought that his master and uncle had only lived in Danxia Mountain for a long time. Although he occasionally went to the towns below to treat people, he knew nothing about the situation in the big city. Therefore, he was asked to go down to the mountain to study in the first place just for the sake of the future of the master.
Listening to what he meant now, he was very clear about his master's situation in the outside world, and he couldn't help but wonder about his master's original intention of letting him go down the mountain.
Of course, he also knew very well that it was not easy for the sect to prosper.
Even if he cured the brain-dead problem in the original Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament and claimed to be a member of the Fu Medical Sect in front of the media, how many people would pay attention? Even the report on the next day was just a passing mention, and no one cared at all.
"You can't stay in Danxia Mountain all your life. Sooner or later you have to live in a big city to have a better future."
"Why can't I stay with the master forever? You can, why can't I?"
It is undeniable that although Zhang Yang has long been tired of life in Danxia Mountain, he has grown up here and is still full of emotions. Hearing what his master said, he asked excitedly.
He felt that the meaning of the master's words was to drive him off Danxia Mountain...
"Times have changed."
Qing Lingzi held the wine glass and took over the conversation: "We were so poor at that time. Let alone going to school, it would be good if we didn't starve to death. So I became a soldier and found a disciple to be my disciple, just to survive."
What he said is also true and is a true portrayal of China's poverty back then.
"Then you can go down the mountain now and live a good life with your medical skills and your formulas?"
Zhang Yang thought of a hemostatic powder formula and turned the Haitian Group completely from losses to profits. Although Feng Yanran's management was sound, but without the formula, how could the company be as brilliant as it is today?
If you rely on their medical skills and formulas, you will definitely live a prosperous life and enjoy your old age...
"Decades have passed, and we are all old men. We are even more uncomfortable going down the mountain. It is better to be more comfortable in Danxia Mountain." Taoist Master Qingyun said.
"Yes, we just want to be clean now."
Qing Lingzi drank a glass of Maotai in one gulp, patted his lips, and carefully tasted the taste of the wine and continued: "But you are different. You are so young and have high qualifications. It would be a pity to be buried in Danxia Mountain. It is me and
It’s your master’s fault.”
"But with Master and Uncle's superb medical skills, wouldn't it be a pity to be buried in Danxia Mountain?" Zhang Yang said with a hint of flattery in his tone.
"Don't we still have you as our disciple? The Nine Turns of Resurrection Acupuncture and Pure Yang True Fire have been taught to you. With your talent, as long as you don't be lazy and practice a little bit, you will definitely surpass the master during the holidays."
"Also, I have asked you to keep my medicine formulas in mind. Have you memorized them?"
The uncle also put away his previous rudeness and continued seriously: "This time when I go down the mountain, I will write a few more for you. These are the hard work of the uncle for decades. The formulas are very cheap. Remember not to hand them over to profiteers or profiteers casually.
People with evil intentions will only become a bargaining chip for them to make money, sell them at high prices and be reviled by the common people."
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Zhang Yang was completely speechless. He was originally worried that his uncle would be furious if he knew he gave away the formula, but listening to his words at this time, he actually acted very generously.
Is Feng Yanran considered a profiteer? The cost of hemostatic powder is very low, but after adding the funds invested in artificial production and advertising, is the current price considered high?
He was a little confused, but one thing is certain, the styptic powder has made huge profits for Haitian Group...
"Thank you, master, master." Zhang Yang was very moved, and this time he expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart.
The two of them had never had such a serious conversation with each other since they were young. It was probably because they felt that they would have to be away for a long time that they spoke these truths from the bottom of their hearts.
Zhang Yang also completely subverted the image of the two of them in his own mind...
"How many days are you going to stay at the master's gate this time?" After a pause, Qing Lingzi suddenly asked.
"Maybe we need to stay for two more days, and then we can go back together after Shishi and the other girls have had enough fun." Zhang Yang told the truth.
Looking at the excitement of those girls on the mountain today, I guess they won't have enough fun in three or two days, so naturally I would be embarrassed to leave alone.
"Well, it's rare to come back once, so it would be nice to stay for two more days."
"Master, I have a question that I don't know whether I should ask or not?" Zhang Yang suddenly thought of the purpose of coming back this time and couldn't help but speak again.
Although he had already asked when he first came back, he was not willing to accept the unnatural prevarication of the master. At this time, there was a strong family affection in the room, so he decided to try to ask again.
"Ask!" Taoist Priest Qingyun answered happily.
"Principal Guo said that he met you seventeen years ago and was seriously injured. Is this true?"
Zhang Yang originally wanted to ask about the man in black again, but after thinking that his life experience was more important, he asked.
boom!
Taoist Priest Qingyun slapped the table so hard that even the wine glass shook. His face immediately darkened, which showed the excitement and anger in his heart.
"You have only been down the mountain for a few days? You actually believe outsiders but not the master's words?"
"Zhang Yang, don't just listen to other people's words."
Qing Lingzi also had a troubled and embarrassed look on his face. He paused and continued: "Twenty years ago, natural disasters were severe and plagues were rampant. Many people died of starvation and illness. They couldn't even feed themselves, let alone carry a child with them.
You are a seriously ill child, so it is normal for you to be abandoned. My senior brother saw how pitiful you were, so he picked you up to treat your illness and raise you. How can you question this?"
He knew very well that although Zhang Yang was asking whether it was true or false that Taoist Priest Qingyun was seriously injured, the real purpose was to inquire about his life experience, so he gave a straightforward explanation.
The room, which had been peaceful just now, immediately became tense.
silence……
"I'm just asking casually, how come you are doubting the master?"
Zhang Yang paused for a moment, deliberately showed an apologetic smile on his face, touched his forehead and continued: "Master, uncle, I feel a little dizzy, maybe because I am too drunk, so I will go back to the house to rest first."
"Well, go ahead and have a good rest." Taoist Priest Qingyun waved his hand, but even though he said that, he didn't even look at him, obviously he hadn't gotten over his dissatisfaction yet.
"Don't think too much in the future."
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Zhang Yang deliberately pretended to be a little staggered, and walked towards his house after leaving.
He felt that the master and uncle's expression was very unnatural, and even said that the master was making a fuss out of a molehill. The more this happened, the more he felt that they were hiding something from him.
After returning to the room, he threw himself on the bed, pretended to be drunk and fell asleep, and snored, but listened carefully to everything outside the room.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the door was gently pushed open, and his uncle Qing Lingzi walked in. After seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he paused for a moment, shook his head and walked out.
Seeing his uncle leave, Zhang Yang turned over and got up, took out a black tights from his bag and put it on.
On Danxia Mountain, Shishi's words reminded him that if he were dressed in black and covered his face, his master and uncle would naturally not be able to recognize him.
Vaguely, he still felt that the man in black had some connection with his master. This could be felt when the man in black met Jiuyang Zhenhuo and his master's prevarication.
Zhang Yang is about the same figure as the man in black. He wears black tights and even his injured hand is wrapped in black cloth. Only his eyes are exposed. After looking in the mirror, it is indeed difficult to tell the difference.
"Has Zhang Yang slept?" After Qing Lingzi returned to the house, Taoist priest Qingyun raised his head and asked.
"Already asleep."
Qing Lingzi returned to the table and sat down, with a worried look on his face: "Brother, he started asking about his life experience, what should we do?"
"What are you afraid of? As long as we don't tell him, how will he know?" Taoist priest Qingyun picked up the wine glass, paused for a moment and then put it down again. It can be seen that he was also very entangled in his heart and was not even in the mood to drink.
"He is not a child now and doesn't understand anything."
Qing Lingzi said thoughtfully: "In the past two years, he and I have gone down the mountain to treat people. I have noticed that he often quietly goes to the place where you said he found him and asks around. It can be seen that it has been a long time since he had this idea.