This old man just talks, and suddenly laughs so loudly. Why are he doing?
While complaining, Yan Murong was also secretly shocked.
Although he didn't know where the old man in front of him came from or what he wanted to do to see him, Yan Murong could hear a little unusual when only a few loud laughs.
His appearance was plain, but his laughter was so arrogant. What made him even more unpredictable was that a murderous aura was faintly revealed in the laughter.
Yan Murong thought that Zhang Fei and Zhang Laosan probably scared Xiahou Jie to death with his killing aura?
"Come on, sit down." After laughing, the old man signaled Yan Murong to sit down, and then said. "I guess you don't know who I am yet?"
Isn't this nonsense? Yan Murong muttered in his heart---I don't know how to tell fortunes, so how could I know which great god you are?
"I am your master." The old man suddenly said.
"Old man, stop making trouble. Let's talk about the serious matters when you have something to do." Yan Murong said with a wry smile. "I'm not a sesame official, why are you going to have a master out for?"
The old man was not angry about Yan Murong's words, but instead smiled. "You kid, sharp-tongued, and have the same virtue as your master--but, he is not as good as you when it comes to being sensible. Not bad, not bad, you are very good."
Yan Murong wanted to die of depression. Are you always praising me or scolding me? Why does it sound so awkward?
Suddenly, Yan Murong was shocked.
What did he just say? He has the same virtue as his master?
"You-----You know my master?" Yan Murong asked in surprise.
"Do you think I will lie to you?" the old man said with a strange smile. "Little Miaozi is doing well over the years?"
Damn, Xiao Miaozi, Yan Murong was shocked again.
That's right, if you can tell someone who knows his master's surname, I must know him-------How come this little girl sounds so strange?
Did the old man have worked as a civil servant in the palace in the past?
No, right? The old man was only in his sixties. Even if he had cut himself, he would not be able to go to the palace to be a civil servant.
Fortunately, the old man was just a doctor, not a god. Otherwise, if he knew that Yan Murong was so slandering him in his heart, he would definitely strike down a thunderous thunder and directly kill this evil disciple.
"I said, I am your master." The old man looked at Yan Murong's astonished look and said with a smile.
Master? Master!
Yan Murong muttered a few words before suddenly awakening.
Damn, the old man mentioned that the master is not the county magistrate’s secretary, but that he is his master’s master.
The old man actually has a master? Damn, I always thought he was self-taught.
"Haha, it seems you still don't believe me." The old man said with a laugh. "You kid, you are so kind. I have found you. Will you still lie to you?---- Besides, all the Cuiyuan is mine. Do you think you are worth lying to me?"
Is Cuiyuan his?
Yan Murong suddenly realized that his surprise in the past few minutes was even more than his surprise in the past twenty years.
He also heard that the owner of Cuiyuan is very mysterious and almost no one knows who it is, but Yan Murong knew that if he could become the owner of Cuiyuan, his identity would definitely not be low.
"My husband's surname is Hua, and he only has a winning victory."
Yan Murong was shocked----Damn, the name of the painting is really arrogant.
However, the old man's next words almost made Yan Murong's chin fall off.
"My name is Hua Sheng, Hua Tuo's Hua, Shengli's victory." The old man said slowly. "The 36th generation successor of the ghost doctor."
The nine words "The 36th generation successor of the ghost doctor" were like a bolt from the blue, which made Yan Murong stunned. His head was now covered in mud.
No wonder, no wonder the old man has the Qingnang Sutra, no wonder the old man has the eight needles of the ghost gate. It turns out that the old man’s master is the descendant of the ghost doctor Hua Tuo------In this way, the old man is the 37th generation successor of the ghost doctor.
According to this algorithm, I am the old man’s apprentice, and I am the 38th generation successor of the ghost doctor?
Damn, I made a big profit.
Yan Murong's face was flushed with excitement, but suddenly thought of a question---How come he became the thirty-eighth generation successor?
Thirty-eight, three eight? Damn---This number is really not very good.
"Why, do you still refuse to call Master?" Hua Sheng looked at Yan Murong with a dull look on his face and asked with a smile.
Hearing Hua Sheng's inquiry, Yan Murong woke up as if he was dreaming. He was shocked and immediately knelt in front of Hua Sheng. After a big ceremony of kneeling three knelt and nine kowtows, he said, "Disciple Yan Murong, pay homage to the master."
"Haha, you boy." Hua Sheng laughed loudly, grabbed Yan Murong's arm with one hand and gently helped him. Yan Murong felt his body standing up involuntarily.
"Now, there is no doubt, right?" Hua Sheng asked with a smile.
"This-----" Yan Murong hesitated for a moment and said. "Master, I don't understand why you accepted my master as your apprentice----His surname is not Hua either."
The reason for this question is that Yan Murong knew that in such matters, they were all single-line transmissions, and they were sent to men but not women. How could it be transmitted to someone with a foreign surname?
"I know what you are thinking." Hua Sheng said with a smile. "I have no children, but this kind of medical skills cannot be lost----Miaojiang's little baby is extremely talented, so I just took him. Unexpectedly, after so many years, he already has disciples. What makes me feel relieved is that your child is even more talented than him."
"Hehe, I can't do anything, I'm born." Yan Murong said shyly.
"You boy, you are so slick." Hua Sheng smiled happily. "Tell me, do you have any doubts? Don't hold it in, just say it ----- Since I've found you, I will naturally tell you everything you want to know."
Yan Murong smiled, and was not as embarrassed as being told. She picked up the purple clay teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea for Hua Sheng, and asked. "Master, I want to know, which stitch can your eight-point needle in the Ghost Gate?"
Hua Sheng picked up the tea and took a sip. He did not immediately answer Yan Murong's question, but said slowly. "One needle will help the wound. Two needles, condense the soul. Three needles, extend life. Four needles, restore the yang. Five needles, and yin and yang change."
Suddenly, Hua Sheng raised his head and looked at Yan Murong and asked, "You should know this, right?"
"I know." Yan Murong nodded, but was puzzled in his heart. Why did he suddenly ask about this?
"It's good to know." Hua Sheng smiled and looked at Yan Murong and asked. "Do you know what the sixth needle is?"
PS: The week is coming again, and I will make it tonight after twelve o'clock. Chang Ye is now in his hometown and can only write in the Internet cafe, so I can only come to the Internet cafe every afternoon, so I can book the flowers to make it to the list tomorrow in advance.