Yan Murong thought about many possibilities, and even thought about it, such as a cat and a dog, but he didn't expect that the boss who had been hiding behind him would be him---the old man's master, his master, Hua Sheng.
For a moment, Yan Murong felt that his IQ was urgently needed to recharge, and he could not understand the old man's behavior. According to seniority, then Cronos should be his great-grandson, but he was controlled by him. What was the situation? Moreover, why did he do all this? Subvert the world medicine and destroy traditional Chinese medicine?
There are many reasons why Yan Murong couldn't understand, but when he saw Hua Sheng's appearance, he knew that everything that happened to the old man thirty years ago was not an accident.
"Ha-----" Yan Murong sneered, raised his gun and pointed it at Hua Sheng not far away. "Master? It's interesting."
"It seems you are not surprised?" Hua Sheng smiled, as if he didn't care that Yan Murong pointed the gun at him.
"I'm very surprised." Yan Murong said truthfully. "But, accidents don't mean I won't kill you."
"You really won't kill me." Hua Sheng said.
"Are you sure?" Yan Murong's eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was full of murderous intent.
"I'm sure ----- because you still want to know all this, don't you?"
"Okay-----" Yan Murong put down his gun helplessly and said. "I do want to know-------all of this was arranged by you?"
"It's me." Hua Sheng nodded and said, without any concealment. In his eyes, Yan Murong could not survive tonight, and the dead were the ones who could keep secrets the most, so it would be okay to tell him.
Without Yan Murong asking again, he heard Hua Sheng say. "It's been more than 30 years in a flash, and time passes so fast--------To be honest, I don't want to attack your master, but I have to do it. It's like a war, and someone always needs to be cannon fodder to attract firepower."
"The Qingnang Jing is in your hands?" Yan Murong's expression changed drastically. He suddenly understood something, smiled bitterly, and said. "I have to say that it is really admirable that an old man can have such meticulous thoughts----How do you say that? Old and immortal are a thief. According to this algorithm, you can't be thief anymore. The second half of the Qingnang Jing has been lost for many years. These are smoke bombs you released, right?"
"This is why I can't keep you." Hua Sheng looked at Yan Murong and said. "Thirty years ago, I wanted to use your master to mess up the world, but I didn't expect that he would mess up the city with storms. But it's okay, he lived in seclusion in the mountains and did not care about the world, but he gave me a chance----You are too smart. Since the first time I saw you, your master has been patient for thirty years, and you won't. So, I can't keep you."
"That's right." Hua Sheng glanced at Yan Murong and continued. "The second half of the Qingnang Sutra is indeed here with me."
"The snipe and clam fight?" Yan Murong sneered.
"It's very appropriate." Hua Sheng smiled. "It's just a fight, and it took me thirty years to get this opportunity."
"Why do I think you said I was smart and scolding me?" At this point, Yan Murong sat on the steps at the door with a calm expression, looking at Hua Sheng and said, "No matter how smart I am, I am not as good as you, the old fox."
"You are developing too fast, which I didn't expect." Hua Sheng shook his head. "This is not scolding you, it's praising you---in less than two years, you have been doing things that others have never been able to do for more than ten years, decades or even in their lifetime. Although you have the person behind your identity to help you, it is undeniable that you are indeed very smart."
Indeed, Yan Murong didn't understand the reason why he did this. He didn't eat any of the tiger's poison. His apprentice could be considered half a son, right? But he even had to design his apprentice, which really made it difficult to understand the motivation for doing this.
"Why?" Hua Sheng's expression suddenly became a little hideous. "The path you are walking was also the path I took when I was young, but what's the result? The times are turbulent, Western medicine invaded, and we were forced to have no way to live----even our own army would rack our brains for a bottle of penicillin to grab it. So, at that time, I decided that sooner or later, I would defeat them with what they learned. Am I doing something wrong? I'm right."
Yan Murong was speechless. He really didn't know what to say.
Indeed, he was right. In that era, traditional Chinese medicine was excluded very seriously, but his approach was a bit too extreme.
Advanced medical technology should have been used to cure diseases and save more lives, but he set up a 30-year-old plan to remove himself from the eyes of others, and then used this time to study viruses and genetic drugs that were enough to destroy the world.
"Do you know? I'm going to succeed soon." Hua Sheng looked at Yan Murong with unwilling eyes. "I'm waiting. When the virus spreads to the whole world, more often the dead people will stand up and save them------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"By using their skills, and then use our Chinese medicine to save them." As he said that, he glanced at Cronos. "He is the only wrong move I made----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"This------ is actually the same." Yan Murong touched his head and said. "Anyway, our ideas are the same. They are all saving traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. Whoever does it is the same?"
"That's mine, not yours." Hua Sheng roared.
Yan Murong expressed his understanding of his anger. Think about it, someone has been setting up a 30-year-old situation but collapsed in one day. It would be strange if you are happy. It's like you were hungry for several days, finally caught a rabbit, peeled it and washed it clean, the fire was lit, the rabbit was also put on the fire, and the roasted golden oily meat also emitted a burst of fragrance, but when it was immediately eaten in your mouth, it was snatched away by a wolf. If it were you, would you accept it?
Obviously, Yan Murong became the wolf snatching food.
"Then it's useless to kill me." Yan Murong shrugged and said. "I have sent me the Nobel Prize in Medicine."
"Then you have to die too." Hua Sheng said angrily, looking at Yan Murong as if he had a grudge against robbing his wife and killing his father.
"You can't kill me." Yan Murong shook his head and said.
"Yes, I can't kill you." Hua Sheng sneered. "But someone can kill you."
"Oh----I knew it was like this." Yan Murong looked at the door of the courtyard with his eyes. "God of Death, come out, I've smelled you a long time ago."