I pretended not to know medical skills at the beginning, and I was looked down upon by the female pr

When he came outside this thatched cottage, Ye Fei actually felt a sense of refreshment.

This feeling is so wonderful that I can't help but want to calm down and concentrate on practicing.

Until now, Ye Fei finally understood the meaning of Pang Qingqing's words.

This place, not to mention anything else, is definitely a good place in terms of cultivation!

This place is suitable for cultivation!

It fits better than anywhere I've ever seen.

Because people are here, it is easiest to calm down.

"Here! Other disciples go on their own, you come with me!" The little girl took Ye Fei towards a thatched cottage with an old-fashioned look.

"Master, I'm back!" The little girl shouted into the thatched courtyard.

The door of the thatched cottage opened, and a middle-aged scholar with a wine gourd around his waist came out.

This person cultivated in the late stage of alchemy, and he was born tall and majestic, not like a scholar, but like a pig butcher!

The big man came out, looked at the little girl, and hummed, "Ah Zi, what's wrong with you?"

When Ye Fei heard the words, he suddenly realized that this little girl was named Azi.

Ah Zi made a face at the butcher-like middle-aged scholar and said, "I didn't cause trouble! Only you would say that about me!"

"Then where did you go to go wild again? You just came back now?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

Ah Zi pouted at Ye Fei and said, "This man posted a notice saying that he was going to treat the old dean. I'm going to bring him here!"

"Oh?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at Ye Fei, and a gleam shot out of his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Ye Fei.

Faced with such eyes, Ye Fei is naturally not afraid!

"Little brother looks young and promising." The middle-aged scholar is not as messy as the little girl, but rather polite, and said to Ye Fei, "I'm sorry to ask you to come for a while."

"No problem!" Ye Fei replied flatly, "Saving someone's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I'm just giving it a try, and I dare not say that it can be cured."

The middle-aged scholar said again: "Boldly ask, how did you know that your teacher is sick?"

Ye Fei replied: "I have an old relationship with Master Qian Jiangshan, he invited me here!"

"Oh?" Hearing the name Qian Jiangshan, the middle-aged scholar showed a little doubt on his face.

"You know Master Qian?" The middle-aged scholar couldn't help asking.

Ye Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

"Then how do you say he invited you here?" The middle-aged scholar was a little confused.

Ye Fei took out a recommendation letter and pushed it directly in front of the middle-aged scholar from a distance of several meters.

The supernatural power of [Watching the Fire from the Other Side] is quite bluffing, and it can be regarded as showing his strength to the middle-aged scholar!
"Good method!" The middle-aged scholar kept his expression on, grabbed the envelope casually, took out the letter and began to read it.

Ye Fei didn't know what was in the envelope, but this was also one of Pang Qingqing's means of preparing for herself.

But after seeing the middle-aged scholar read the letter, he looked at Ye Fei with a rather surprised expression, and immediately said, "Since he is recommended by Master Qian, he must be extraordinary! Mr. Ye Fei, please follow me into the house!"

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged scholar bowed to Ye Fei, and then gave way to the door.

Ye Fei also looked confused, he didn't know who this master Qian was, but a letter could make these arrogant scholars treat him more politely.

But I don't care.

I only need to do two things: see a doctor for the old dean, and then stay here to practice.Only other things, I don't have to worry about it.

Ye Fei didn't care about asking, but Ah Zi was a master who broke the casserole and asked Ye Fei to the end. Seeing that her uncle had greeted Ye Fei with a big gift, she couldn't help asking: "Uncle, who is Qian Jiangshan? Are you taking it so seriously?"

The middle-aged scholar replied: "Master Qian is an old friend of the old dean, the great elder of Shangshan Sect, and a quite powerful master of crafting."

"So that's the case, but why did he recommend this guy?" Ah Zi muttered in a low voice, obviously feeling unhappy with Ye Fei.

The middle-aged scholar said to Ah Zi: "Although this person doesn't know Master Qian, Master Qian does know him!"

"Oh? Why is that?"

Ah Zi asked curiously.

The middle-aged scholar explained: "Master Qian was ill in the past, and he searched for a good doctor to no avail, and finally got a good prescription, which cured his persistent illness for many years... The prescription came from this person. So, I heard The old dean is seriously ill, so I recommend this person to come."

"I see!" Ah Zi nodded and said, "I can't see that this young man still has two brushes."

The middle-aged scholar said in a low voice: "Don't judge people by their appearances, and don't offend others indiscriminately."

"Oh! Got it!" Ah Zi stuck out her tongue and said, "Then I'll make him a cup of tea."

"Go."

The middle-aged scholar turned back and said to Ye Fei: "Mr. Ye is sitting in the back room for a while. A doctor from Xiliang City is treating the old dean at the moment. After he completes the diagnosis and treatment, I will ask you to help me." .”

Song Xinjian, who didn't care about Ye Fei, said: "It doesn't matter, I'll just wait."

So Ye Fei sat in this thatched hut and started drinking tea.

Although this is a thatched cottage, the interior is very delicate!

The porcelain for drinking tea is definitely the best Jun porcelain, the tables and chairs are all rare agarwood solid wood, and the earthen walls are hung with valuable calligraphy and paintings!

Ye Fei admired these calligraphy and paintings!

There are many strange things in front of us!
In my eyes, these paintings and calligraphy are valuable not because of their value, but because... I feel something else from these paintings and calligraphy!
As the saying goes, images are born from the heart, and this painting is also the same!

All the transformations are iron paintings, silver hooks and iron bones, and the sword intent remaining in the transformations can hardly be covered by ink.

"Mr. Ye still has research on transformation?" The middle-aged scholar who accompanied him couldn't help asking.

Ye Fei shook his head and said, "I can't appreciate the paintings."

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Ah Zi on the side sneered again: "Looking at you with such a focused expression, I thought you had seen something, but I didn't expect you to pretend to understand!"

Ye Fei laughed and said, "Why are you trying to argue with me all the time?"

The middle-aged scholar also raised his brows and said, "Ah Zi, don't be rude!"

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's scolding, Ah Zi could only stick out her tongue exaggeratedly, and then gave Ye Fei a blank look.

Seeing this appearance, Ye Fei felt that he should frighten the little girl, so he said: "Although I don't understand poetry and painting, I still feel some other things... interesting things from these calligraphy and paintings. "