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

"Oh?" The middle-aged scholar became interested when he heard the words, and couldn't help asking: "Then what did you see? You might as well reveal it, and let me take a closer look."

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's words, Ye Fei smiled and said, "I don't dare to say more, so I will just share some of my ignorant opinions."

Immediately Ye Fei said: "There is a faint spiritual force circulating in these calligraphy and paintings, so I conclude that the person who wrote these things is a monk."

"Hey!" The middle-aged scholar smiled faintly, and looked at Ye Fei noncommittally. He didn't know whether Ye Fei was right, or felt that what Ye Fei said was nonsense.

But Ye Fei didn't care, and continued to say: "In addition, looking at these handwritings, the iron painting and silver hooks are full of murderous intent. If I read correctly! The person who wrote such words must be a swordsman!"

"You fart! My Tai Shigong is an out-and-out Confucian scholar, how could he be a sword cultivator?" Ah Zi scolded.

Ye Fei smiled lightly and ignored the little girl.

But looking at the middle-aged scholar, his face has changed.

Ye Fei knew that his judgment was still right!

Looking at these calligraphy and paintings, although he tried his best to hide his murderous aura, and even supplemented it with the most authentic Confucianism... However, the sharpness of that kind of swordsman cannot be hidden.

On top of the "Qi" of the calligraphy and painting, Ye Fei has already seen the truth.

"Amazing! Before my uncle joined Shangyang Academy, he was indeed a swordsman." The middle-aged scholar said.

Ye Fei nodded and said: "Good swordsmanship...but this one..."

Ye Fei stretched out his hand, pointed at many paintings and sighed: "If my guess is correct, this great swordsman is no longer alive, right?"

Hearing the words, the middle-aged scholar stood up suddenly, looked at Ye Fei in horror and said, "How did you find out?"

Ye Fei pointed to the painting and said: "It is said that people have energy, but this person's energy has been exhausted in this painting."

"What do you mean by that?" asked the middle-aged scholar.

Ye Fei replied: "What I mean is that when he wrote this picture, his body was exhausted, and it is estimated that he is not far away from the time of death."

After saying this, Ye Fei picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, very sure of his judgment.

At this time, looking at the middle-aged scholar again, his eyes were already wandering and his expression was agitated.

"How do you know... these?" The middle-aged voice couldn't help asking.

Ye Fei said, "Let's just take it as a guess."

After finishing speaking, I stopped talking.

Looking at the middle-aged scholar again, tears filled his eyes.

Ye Fei knew that he was right.

"Excuse me, excuse me." The middle-aged scholar wiped away his tears and left the room.

Ah Zi looked at Ye Fei curiously, and couldn't figure out why this man made his uncle, who has always been known for his tenacity, cry with just a few words.

Such a situation is really strange.

For such a situation, Ye Fei didn't care.

The middle-aged scholar turned back after not leaving for a long time, followed by an older scholar.

The older scholar came in front of Ye Fei, but Ye Fei hadn't responded yet, Ah Zi couldn't sit still.

I saw the little girl put away her rebelliousness, and jumped up from the seat directly.

"Ah! Master, why are you here, old man?"

It turned out that the person who came was Ah Zi's master!

No wonder the little girl became honest in an instant, not daring to make the slightest mistake!

"Well, Ah Zi is here too." The scholar stroked his beard, then looked at Ye Fei and said, "This gentleman, what's your name?"

"Ye Fei."

"Mr. Ye, in Xiameng Ziyang, he is Mr. Jianggutang of Shangyang Academy... the second disciple of the old courtyard." The old scholar introduced himself.

Ye Fei knew that the hierarchy of Shangyang Academy was divided into students, disciples, masters and chiefs of each hall, then the senior master who was in charge of the division, and above that was the principal and deputy dean.

Therefore, this gentleman who lectured on the ancient hall should be a chief.

A scholar of this level is already a very high-ranking student in Shangyang Academy.

Ye Fei returned the salute to Meng Ziyang and said, "Mr. Meng, hello."

Meng Ziyang took a look at Ye Fei, and then said: "It's true that heroes have come out of youth since ancient times! It's amazing for such a young man to stand out!"

"I'm overwhelmed, I don't dare to make mistakes in front of my seniors." Ye Fei felt the powerful fluctuation of spiritual power in Meng Ziyang's body, and knew that this was a powerful existence that he could not easily offend, so he was very cautious in speaking and doing things, lest he would anger the other party. .

"Please follow me!" said the old scholar.

So Ye Fei followed Meng Ziyang out of the living room and walked to another thatched cottage.

This thatched hut is much larger than the living room, and there are many medicine stoves at the door, and the fire is still burning on the stove, and the herbs are being boiled slowly.

The strong herbal smell escaping from the stove made people sick for a while.

Ye Fei frowned, instead of walking into the room immediately, he walked to the medicine stove and began to observe.

"Mr. Ye? Is there any problem?" Meng Ziyang could also see what problem Ye Fei found, so he couldn't help asking.

Ye Fei didn't speak, just smelled the smell of the medicine, then frowned and stared at the quality of the herbal medicine, finally, Ye Fei asked, "Who prescribed this medicine?"

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Meng Ziyang replied: "It's the prescription given by the great doctor that our uncle invited from Ruyang City."

"Can I see the prescription?" Ye Fei asked.

"Please come with me."

Meng Ziyang did not hesitate, and led Ye Fei into the thatched cottage.

At this time, there are many people in the thatched cottage!

Among them lay an old man on the bed, breathing slowly with his eyes closed.

A middle-aged man in a doctor's robe was feeling the old man's pulse.

Not far from the bed, three men were standing not far away watching.

Meng Ziyang entered the room, came to the table, took out a stack of prescriptions, handed them to Ye Fei, and said, "Mr. Ye, all the prescriptions are here."

Then Meng Ziyang took out a prescription and handed it to Ye Fei, saying, "This is the prescription of that great doctor."

At this time, other people in the room looked at Ye Fei with strange expressions, as if they were curious about Ye Fei's head start, and two of them showed anger and dissatisfaction.

"Second, what did you do?" One of the three scolded Meng Ziyang, "Why are you bringing everyone into the house? Isn't it too much?"

Meng Ziyang cupped his hands at the man and said, "Brother, don't misunderstand, this doctor was recommended by Mr. Qian Jiangshan, so what's wrong with letting him see the prescription?"

Hearing this, the three of them didn't say anything. The middle-aged doctor who was diagnosing the old man's pulse smiled bitterly at Ye Fei and said, "Young man, this place is dangerous, you shouldn't be in the muddy water!"