Almost at the same moment when the two women communicated, in a mansion that occupies an extremely huge area, almost half of the city was occupied by its inner courtyard. A vast courtyard inside was now brightly lit, like daylight.

Many dignitaries were here to discuss government affairs and listen to the opinions of a certain big shot. They waited until the chaotic situation subsided and the crowd dispersed.

A middle-aged scribe with a slender figure and a handsome face began to slowly walk around the mansion with an air of arrogance and eyes that could touch people's hearts and understand other people's thoughts.

I don’t know when a saying started to become popular in Chang’an City: “After a meal, walk a hundred steps and you will live to be ninety-nine.” Naturally, the middle-aged scribes never thought about living to ninety-nine, but after sitting for a long time and walking

Walking to stretch your muscles, bones and blood vessels is also good for your body.

This was also the advice given to him by the imperial physician who treated him.

Suffering from heart palpitations is actually not a big problem. Instead, it makes you worry and think a lot all the time, which is not good for your health.

Taking a walk every day can invigorate the blood vessels, and at the same time, it also frees up thoughts. Over time, it will also be beneficial to his body and longevity.

Naturally, the man agreed to such a gracious thing. After a period of time, his body felt much better. He even asked someone to bring a gift to thank the imperial doctor. Unexpectedly, the imperial doctor said that this kind of treatment was beneficial.

Suggestions were not initiated by him.

Instead, it slowly spread from the villages over Zhongnan Mountain, and was gradually implemented after being verified by the Imperial Medical Office.

The man didn't care about this at all. After getting the news, he admired the imperial doctor quite a lot. He didn't return the gift, but asked him to come to the house again when he had time to look at his old illness.

But secretly, they also sent people to investigate. It seems that such a situation really exists. The Imperial Medical Office also sent people to those villages, but the news they got was somewhat ridiculous. The world's medicine does not say that it requires accumulation, but just a clear understanding.

The effectiveness of various prescriptions requires many years of education.

One person, one prescription is an inevitable benchmark. Everyone's physical condition is different, and the proportion of the prescription is the most important thing.

As a result, the news from those people was the medical concept spread by a young Taoist priest who treated diseases in the countryside. He even left behind many simple prescriptions, which can be used to treat many diseases.

And it’s not relief, it’s a real cure, which is simply unimaginable to existing medicine.

If it’s not that they, the people in the Imperial Medical Office, are all rubbish, then this news is simply a rumor, exaggerated and fabricated.

The middle-aged man does not fully agree with this, because he has truly seen what a genius looks like, that kind of halo surrounding him that is difficult to approach, and areas that are completely unreachable with his talent, but they can easily step into them as if they were poking around.

, a profound understanding of the huge gap between people.

But he's not bad either... at least in terms of talent for some things, he's also... extraordinary!

"Goodbye, sir!"

During the Tang Dynasty, servants could be called "Master", but they could not be called "Sir" because "sir" and "father" have the same meaning, and only the children of the family could call them "lord".

Hearing a somewhat familiar voice, the middle-aged man glanced over and saw that it was one of his disciples. By chance, he had a dog zodiac, and as a result, he had an extraordinary gift of olfactory powers.

It’s hard to say what to do with other things, but tracking people and secretly doing intelligence tracking work is pretty easy.

It’s not a lot, he has seen many such practitioners in daily life. If he is not at Bai Yunzi’s level, he doesn’t deserve his attention.

Not to mention that he is one of the strongest combined spirits in the world.

Realm is a realm, what binds people's knowledge, it never represents combat power. It's like those general warriors who only learned the kung fu of one realm. After becoming a martial saint, they can suppress a country. Even flying immortals don't dare to

Words can win.

Thoughts drifted away, but the news reported by the servant also fell into my ears. The nightmare spell was broken, and there were several waves of people coming and going at Shangguan Wan'er's tomb.

The expected punishment and rebuke did not come, the middle-aged man just chuckled.

"It's fine if you're noticed..."

"Anyway, I've done all the testing I should have."

He was obviously a handsome middle-aged scribe with a very gentle smile, but the guest had a feeling of coldness all over his body. He knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly to apologize, until his forehead was covered with blood and flesh, and the crumbs on the floor were covered with blood.

The rocks are cracked.

Seeing this, the middle-aged scribe slowly turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence.

"If there is a next time, you don't have to come back..."

After hearing this sentence, the man finally got up cautiously and hurriedly left the mansion.

Under the moonlight, this disciple, who could be regarded as a strong man outside, looked back at the golden word 'Li Mansion', and couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster, and he didn't dare to look at it a second time.
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Every time he thinks that he can actually leave, he will be attracted by the huge power and wealth, as if Prime Minister Li inside has the ability to discern the weaknesses of human nature.

No one can escape his grasp.

But in Pingkangfang, which is across the street from Fangshi, the lights are still bright, singing and dancing, young people singing happily, I don’t know what night it is...

...

The sky was bright, and after reading the famous posters, Li and Du finally returned to Chang'an City. They saw the crowds surging and the bustle everywhere, giving them an illusory feeling of being separated from this world.

It was as if the two of them just had a big dream yesterday.

If it weren't for the fact that the breathing of the two people was obviously different from that of others, and the effect of the Moon Refining Method was actually reflected in their bodies, they might have regarded Zhou Qing as a god at this time.
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"First go to the square to find a place to bathe, and then go find a place..."

Du Zimei looked at her eldest brother Taibai and suddenly spoke, and then heard this drunkard interrupt directly.

"Drink!?"

Although it was a question, it was also a confirmation. Seeing the astonished face of his beautiful brother, Li Taibai's mood of being teased before was truly released.

Besides, everything is better in Zhou Qingdu, and my knowledge has increased a lot, and I have a little more grasp of the mysteries of human nature, but my mouth is a little lighter, and there is a lack of taste without wine.

‘Next time I go there, I’ll have to buy some good wine.’

‘Otherwise, what kind of enjoyment would it be if there were only delicious food but no fine wine?’

After experiencing Zhou Qingdu's craftsmanship, Li Taibai already regarded the Taoist temple as a place where he could improve his food. Moreover, he was waiting for an opportunity in Chang'an City.

Everything that needs to be done has been done, and the rest depends on whether the big shots are interested.

It is better to go to the Qingdu Taoist master often. After such a day of contact, Li Taibai always felt that he could learn a lot from that person's communication.

Maybe we can also let him make up for his shortcomings in another way.

Of course Du Zimei couldn't guess what Li Taibai was thinking, but he didn't say anything unnecessary at this time because he was still immersed in some of Zhou Qingdu's remarks.

After the two of them took a shower and changed into clean clothes, they came out. At this time, there was already a boy waiting outside. It turned out to be another friend of the two. He heard the news that the two had returned to the city and came to see them.

What?

And this friend is none other than He Zhizhang, who is now known as the He Gongbu. At this moment, there is a person beside him who also drinks non-stop. His face is ancient, but he has an extraordinary look. He is also known as the Eight Immortals of Drinking in later generations.
Chapter completed!