The handsome young man took a step forward, stretched out his hand to stop Qiao Xianyong, and said, "Mr. Wen has been dead for many years. If you respect this young hero, please don't come in again to disturb Mr. Wen's peace."
The more Qiao Xianyong listened, the more suspicious he became. He clasped his elbows and looked over the boy's head into the house. He saw that the clean windows in the house were bright and clean, and there was a carved boxwood tea table in the middle, with a tea set on the table. There was something strange about this tea set.
, in addition to the purple sand teapot, there are also three shallow-mouthed white jade teacups, which do not look like empty cups, and the brown color of the tea is faintly revealed.
"I'm so rude, I'm eager to seek medical advice immediately. Is there any other doctor in the house, or a descendant of Mr. Wen, whom I would like to see?" Qiao Xianyong's curiosity was aroused, and he asked persistently.
The handsome young man's face was gloomy. He looked at Qiao Xianyong's tall figure and said angrily, "There are no doctors, only my brothers." Then he turned around and shouted, "Xi'er, come out quickly, there is a rude person making noise.
I want to see you!"
I saw another young man walking out of the house quickly. Surprisingly, this young man looked exactly the same as the handsome young man who received Qiao Xianyong, except that the handsome young man had single eyelids and a gloomy face. But the new boy who walked out had double eyelids, but he looked sullen.
He is kind, and he lives up to his name.
The young man named "Xi'er" looked Qiao Xianyong up and down with a smile and said, "What is your name for this young hero?"
Seeing that this young man was polite and approachable, Qiao Xianyong couldn't help but feel good about him and replied, "I'm Qiao Xianyong."
Xi'er glanced sideways at the handsome young man and said, "Cai'er, you still can't change your habit of talking nonsense. This young hero looks handsome, tall and powerful, how can he be seriously ill and end up like us?
You are seeking medical treatment in a place where shit birds don’t lay eggs!”
Cai'er still looked angry and ignored Xi'er's question and Qiao Xianyong.
Qiao Xianyong said quickly, "Brother Xi'er, you don't know something. Although I look fine, as long as the doctor feels my pulse, he will know that I am actually seriously ill."
Xi'er put away her cynical smile and said thoughtfully, "Young Master Qiao, please allow me to take your pulse for the first time."
Although Qiao Xianyong did not see that this young man seemed to have medical skills, he felt that he should not underestimate the people in the room, so he hesitantly stretched out his wrist.
Xi'er put two fingers on the inner side of Qiao Xianyong's wrist and murmured something in her mouth, "Like cotton, if the water power is not enough, the yang energy is weak, the essence and blood are weak, the old man is still young. Hmm, it's a weak pulse." He raised his head and looked at Qiao Xianyong.
, asked seriously, "Qiao Shaoxia is so young, but his pulse is weak and his yang is weak. Could it be that, um, he worked too hard at night?"
Qiao Xianyong was puzzled at first and didn't understand what Xi'er meant. Then he saw the cunning light flashing in his eyes. After thinking about it carefully, he probably understood that the young man was making fun of him. He blushed and said angrily, "I sincerely come to ask for help."
Doctor, how can you make fun of me?"
Cai'er pulled Xi'er's arm back and said loudly, "You can come to seek medical treatment, but there is no rule that doctors must treat you. Please come back!" After that, the two of them closed the door again.
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In the flash of lightning, Qiao Xianyong used the "Seven Skills of Wishful Hand" technique, twisting and wrapping his wrist, and quickly grabbed Xi'er's wrist. Xi'er obviously didn't expect Qiao Xianyong to use martial arts, but he didn't resist either.
He just shouted at the top of his lungs, "Killing people! Crushing my wrists! Help, help!"
Qiao Xianyong looked at the young man with anger and annoyance. He didn't use any strength at all, not to mention that he had no internal strength at all. But the young man screamed loudly, as if he could kill him in an instant.
Cai'er snorted from the side and pointed two fingers at the center of Qiao Xianyong's face.
Qiao Xianyong still held onto Xi'er with one hand, and stretched out his other hand to block Cai'er's fingers. Just when Cai'er's fingers were about to hit the center of his eyebrows, he unexpectedly changed direction and faced Cai'er on the side of his nose.
Come on.
Qiao Xianyong dodged and dragged the yelling Xi'er around half a circle, avoiding Cai'er's fingers. He didn't want to hurt the lives of the two of them, so he didn't take a weapon. He was just short, and
Using a move from the "Seven Skills Ruyi Hand", Cai'er hit Cai'er's left waist. Cai'er's legs softened and she squatted down.
Xi'er stopped shouting, glanced at Cai'er, and said loudly, "Young Master Qiao, please stop. Can you please exit the room and wait for us to clean up for a while, then welcome you in?"
Qiao Xianyong's face darkened. He knew in his heart that these two young men had many tricks up their sleeves, and said, "It's my fault for taking action. It's really because you two bullied me. Okay, Master and I will wait for a while. If you still can't wait for half a stick of incense,
If you don't open the door, don't blame me for forcing my way in!" As he said this, he himself felt uneasy. With his current efforts, he probably wouldn't get any benefits from forcing his way in, but he could only bluff and test it out first.
Xi'er nodded solemnly, half dragged and half pulled Cai'er back into the house, and closed the door again.
Qiao Xianyong retreated to Wei Hong and whispered, "Master, look, this place is evil."
Wei Hong raised his eyebrows and said, "It's okay to pretend to be a ghost. Just go in and have a look."
Sure enough, after half the time of burning the incense, the wooden door opened again with a "squeak" sound.
Qiao Xianyong and Wei Hong walked to the door. Qiao Xianyong looked intently and saw four young boys standing in two rows inside the door. These four were tall, short, fat and thin, and they all looked exactly the same.
The four of them had all redressed and put on white plain clothes, except that the ribbons tied in the buns on each boy's head were of different colors. Qiao Xianyong was very good at recognizing people. He could tell that the two boys leaning against the door were one on the left and the other on the left.
On the right are Cai'er and Xi'er, one has a goose-yellow bun and the other has a crimson-purple bun.
Cai'er still looked gloomy, stepped in and said, "You two are invited."
A young man with a scarlet ribbon in his bun led the way, leading the two of them to the wing on the left.
I saw that this wing was empty except for a huge coffin placed in the middle.
The young man with the scarlet ribbon had no expression on his face and said dryly, "Mr. Wen's coffin is here. You two, please go back home after paying your respects."
The other three teenagers also followed into the house and stood behind the boy with the red ribbon.
Qiao Xianyong looked at the coffin, which seemed to be quite old. There seemed to be traces of many people's movements on it, as well as some scratches from weapons. Only then did he believe that Mr. Wen was indeed dead. He probably had a good reputation in the world.
It didn't win, so Wei Hong didn't hear about it.
It seemed that this was his fate, Qiao Xianyong sighed deeply in his heart.
Wei Hong bowed first and then stepped aside. Qiao Xianyong saw that the master still showed no expression. There seemed to be no sadness, no regrets, no anger. He thought to himself, it seems that the master has given up.
Qiao Xianyong also stepped forward and bowed down. The moment he raised his head, he saw Xi'er winking at Cai'er.