Aggrieved Fish Sprite

When Meng Qi and Mo Li came out, they were led to the backyard, where Peng Xianren was watching some apprentices dispensing medicine at a low table.

These apprentices are agile and don't need the small brass scale next to them at all, as they can easily grasp the weight.

Others thought that their practice made perfect and their instincts were excellent, but Mo Li noticed that one of them took a step too slowly and bumped into the person behind, and the movements of the two of them were confused for a moment.The mistake was very small, and he corrected it right away, but the hand grabbing the medicinal materials was not so stable, and it didn't return to a skilled look until he walked around the medicinal material cabinet.

Rows of medicine cabinets, you can find the clues by looking at the degree of wear of the brass handles.

——These people have studied medicine, but their qualifications are mediocre, and they may not be as good as an ordinary drug-handling apprentice in a pharmacy outside.

At least the medicine is taken according to the prescription outside, and different prescriptions are seen every day. Most of these people only take this one prescription for many years.

"One part of medicine and three parts of water, take the first decoction immediately, and wait two hours after the second decoction, then go."

After Peng Xianren gave his orders, the servant ran out of the door with the bundled medicine bag.

Turning around and seeing Meng and Qi coming out, Peng Xianren was startled.

Just now when he was in the crowd, he felt that these two people stood out from the crowd, they might come from aristocratic families, but now it seems that they are still underestimated.

As the old saying goes, people need clothes and Buddhas want gold clothes. No matter how good the brocade clothes and jade robes are, they can't cover the aura emanating from the bones of a person.Peng Xianren is already in his seventies. He has met many people and healed illnesses for a famous Confucian in the literary world. There are more than a dozen disciples of that Confucianist, all of whom are talented. Wearing a black scarf and a blue cloth Confucian shirt, Peng Xianren You can still see their backgrounds and personalities at a glance.

Some things are hard to erase no matter how they change.

The more simple and unadorned the clothes, the more you can see the essence of a person.

In order to cover up before, Meng Qi Moli more or less kept a somewhat embarrassed appearance, but now he changed his clothes and combed his scattered hair neatly, exposing his forehead and face.Peng Xianren suddenly realized that his guess was wrong, the origin of these two people was even more unusual than he thought.

——They are too calm and too calm.

First encountered a rare storm, and then came to a "strange" village, can normal people sit still?You must ask a lot of questions, and those with high status can't bear such a simple condition. They despise the rough clothes, the heavy and dirty tables and chairs, the bad tea, and the dilapidated house.

It is absolutely impossible to sit down without any grudges, pick up the tea bowl and just take a sip.

"You put the medicinal ingredients." Mo Li said affirmatively, while discerning the taste of the tea.

Very bitter, but not the bitterness of inferior tea itself.

"Ginger, kudzu root, ephedra..."

After these herbs are boiled, the soup is mixed with water and brewed with ginger tea.

Mo Li frowned and said, "Why don't you take the medicine directly, this kind of tea has less medicinal properties, so it may not be effective."

"I don't know when the flood will recede. I want to wait for the medicine caravan to come, maybe it will be a month later."

Peng Xianren didn't expect Moli to be able to tell the medicinal ingredients in it just by drinking tea, but he used common prescriptions. As long as he has studied medicine and knows a few wind and cold prescriptions, he can report a bunch after tasting one. There is no need to taste all of them, and Meng can be right, so he is just vigilant, and still smiles on his face, "I never thought that a passerby who knows medical skills will come today."

Mo Li paused, then said pointedly: "I thought there would be many doctors coming to the Elixir Village."

Peng Xianren's face changed slightly.

The lights in the house are not bright enough, and it is difficult for others to find out.

Meng Qi sipped his tea—it was too bitter to drink—and looked around the house. It didn't seem like there was a mechanism here. As for the secret room and cellar, it seemed that there was or wasn't this house.The furnishings of the wing rooms are simple and simple, everything is in line with what a fishing village should look like.

If we want to talk about a special place, it is probably the medicine cabinet on this entire wall.

High-quality wood, brass-wrapped hands, and three buckets in one draw, such excellent carpentry is almost impossible to appear in fishing villages.

"The elixir village didn't get its name because of the abundance of medicinal materials, but the life-saving medicine. The two are from Kuaiji County. Maybe they don't know that there is a strange disease near Pengze. If you don't take medicine immediately, you will be a miracle doctor after the onset There is nothing I can do, I can only wait to die." Peng Xianren put away the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice, "But you two don't need to worry, your medicine has already been prepared, and I ordered someone to brew it."

"My old man is very kind. I will take it with my heart. I don't need the medicine. I will leave it to the people in the caravan outside." Meng Qi said, playing with the teacup in his hand.

Peng Xianren was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly said: "I think this gentleman knows medicine and medical skills. If you don't feel at ease when you are away from home, I can remake the prescription and ask the servant to brew it face to face."

"Peng Xianren misunderstood."

Meng Qi put down the teacup and said with a half-smile, "I just heard that this evil disease is caused by the injustice of the previous life. Drinking medicine can drive away evil and avoid disasters. According to the saying... I was born with good fortune , I probably don’t need to drink medicine.”

Peng Xianren's face was pale and green.

The servants and warriors in the room glared at him.

"Peng Xianren, it's fine if he refuses to drink the medicine, and he didn't give any money!" One of them lowered his head, but his tone was somewhat malicious, "After a few days, he will develop a high fever, and he may not be able to ask for the elixir." .”

"Okay!" Peng Xianren shouted out.

He waved his hand and said to the crowd, "Just step back."

The others were anxious when they heard this, and said in a hurry: "How can this be done, they are disrespectful to Peng Xianren."

"Yeah, it's not good to save people. If you think we're going to murder someone, let them go."

Peng Xianren smiled wryly in his heart, these two people looked very difficult to deal with, how could they send them away easily.

He sighed and pointed to someone to stay, and the others reluctantly left the house.

The person left behind was in his thirties, with ordinary clothes and appearance, but he was the only one with inner strength.

His martial arts were better than those of ordinary Jianghu people, and in Meng Qi's eyes, he couldn't resist a single move, so he quietly closed the door and walked over to rub the forehead for Peng Xianren.

"Hey." Peng Xianren let out a long breath, shook his head and said, "If you don't believe me, I don't think it's strange. I also disdain these strange words in the past, but..."

He didn't continue to say the following words.

Under the faint light of the candle, the originally benevolent face looked old and tired.

Meng Qi thought to himself, decades is probably quite a long story, and he was going to quietly push the teacup to the side of the table.

Then Mo Li saw it.

Feeling guilty for no reason, Meng Qi quietly picked up the teacup again.

Ink Carp: "..."

No, in fact, it's okay not to drink this tea, and the dragon veins won't get cold.

Peng Xianren didn't notice their actions, he woke up and said wearily: "The disease is real, you two must take medicine today, and it will be too late to drink this medicine the day after tomorrow..."

"Because the disease has already entered the body with the blood?" Mo Li stared at Peng Xianren, and said in the latter's surprised eyes, "Why is it too late, there is another prescription at that time."

For this evil disease alone, Mr. Qin told Mo Li that there were more than a dozen prescriptions, because the disease would cause many visceral problems in the advanced stage, and even he could barely hang his life.As for the prescription before the onset of the disease, Qin Lu himself could not make up his mind, because at the time of the onset, the "evil" had already penetrated into the patient's viscera and blood vessels, and it was still growing and could not be eliminated.Looking deeper, it was a few years ago that the "evil" entered the body. If it hadn't been for the constant pulse and treatment of the villagers near Pengze, there would be no trace of the "evil".

The first chance, and the best chance, is the high fever that comes after a few days in the water.

As long as it is treated properly, the date of onset can be greatly delayed, and it can even be avoided for a lifetime.

Why do you take medicine before becoming a fever now?

After all, touching the water does not mean that it must be infected.

Under Peng Xianren's horrified gaze, Mo Li read the prescription.

Peng Xianren couldn't even speak clearly: "You, how...how did you know this prescription?"

"My master told several doctors near Peng Ze about the prescription in the past, so many people should know about it." Mo Li frowned slightly, but still showed his identity bluntly.

"What? You are Brother Qin's disciple?!" Immortal Peng stood up abruptly, and immediately became dizzy. Fortunately, the people next to him supported him.

The warrior had obviously heard of Qin Lu, and looked at Mo Li in shock.

"Uncle, take a breath, sit down first." The warrior hurriedly took out the medicine bottle.

This familiar action made Mo Li feel guilty, and he thought of Qin Lu.

Peng Xianren was well maintained and looked fine, but the years are not forgiving, and Peng Xianren is not a martial arts master, so he almost fainted when he got up so violently.

"Huh, I'm fine." Peng Xianren sat down slowly, and took a heart-protecting pill with hot water.

He looked at Mo Li, half with emotion, half with astonishment: "I ask you to call me a good nephew... When Brother Qin practiced medicine in Pengze, it was decades ago, and he had no disciples at that time. Later I heard about Brother Qin’s whereabouts from the caravan, and there was no news after the death of Chu. Brother Qin is in good health, he is about 80 years old this year, right?”

"My teacher has lived in the mountains and forests for many years, and his body is still in good health when he is old."

"Naturally, this is natural." Peng Xianren nodded again and again, and sighed, "Brother Qin is good at martial arts, and there is no problem in living to a hundred years old. , the old man’s bones are sore, and one day he will fall ill like a mountain, and he can’t get up again.”

"Uncle!" The warrior hurriedly stopped, but his eyes were a little red.

Peng Xianren patted the palm of his junior, two lines of tears suddenly flowed from his tired and old face, he raised his hand to wipe it away, and then said to Mo Li in shame, "Tell my nephew to watch a farce, and see the jokes made by the old man." Fortunately, my nephew is here, if it's Brother Qin, I don't know how to face him."

Mo Li originally thought that Peng Xianren's mysterious and mysterious rhetoric had something to do with it.

It's just that people will change. If old Mr. Qin's friends in the past become like the holy lotus altar to deceive fools and foolish women, pretending to be immortals by using medical skills to cure diseases, the ink carp will not tolerate it.Just like Zhang Gong's medical treatises, only when the prescriptions and medical skills are spread, so that more people can learn, can they truly "save" people.

Treasure yourself with a broom, and the Tibetans bully the people, and even extort money, that is an evil way.

After several trials after entering the elixir village, Mo Li found that things might not be that bad, but he had to listen to Peng Xianren explain the ins and outs.

Moreover, Peng Xianren obviously didn't want to tell outsiders about the past, so Mo Li could only reveal his identity.

"If the master is here, he must be as suspicious as I am. I don't know what happened to Peng Ze in these years?"

"It's a long story."

Peng Xianren's expression was gloomy, his body swayed, and the veins on the back of his hands protruded.

But the younger generation around him couldn't restrain the resentment in his eyes, and said first: "Old Mr. Qin is here, it's really strange that he left a prescription, and he went all over Pengze to tell the people here that the disease can be cured, and together with his uncle, he found Shili All the doctors in the eight townships are treating the patients together with them. Why do the people repay their kindness by driving away or even killing the doctors who saved their lives?"

"what?"

The ink carp was really taken aback.

Meng Qi's expression also changed suddenly, and he thought of a lot in an instant, such as the Holy Lotus Altar, King Ning, and Ayan Puka from Xiliang, and he didn't even pull down the Fengxing Pavilion.

But he never expected what the warrior said next.

"Old Mr. Qin's prescription is very good. My father, Uncle Peng, and several doctors have been thinking about adding and improving new prescriptions day and night. Although it can't save everyone's life, it can finally curb the disease. Children who are not as high as the edge of the table, taking the medicine in time will not When he was ten years old, his abdominal distension would be like a drum, and he would die like a ghost. But...doctors save people, but there are many ignorant people. My father and other doctors have already married and established businesses, and there are also sick people among relatives and clansmen.

"My mother died of a severe disease, and my elder brother also fell ill. Even though there were prescriptions and my father tried their best to treat them, they still died of internal organ failure. At this time, in the village where my father lived, many seriously ill people died one after another, and some of them took medicine. The rescued patient fell ill again and died. After several repetitions, the villagers did not appreciate my father. I used the money to go to the city to buy medicinal materials and take ointments... The villagers didn't listen, they built temples and invited the goddesses, there were several conflicts, and my father was beaten to serious injuries... He died three days later!"

The warrior's face was full of tears, and he couldn't make a sound.

Peng Xianren said in pain: "There is more than one place where Doctor Han and Nephew Han are in such a situation. There are even doctors who died of serious illnesses in their family members, and were considered by the villagers to cheat money. Driven away, some were beaten to death by the villagers, and some were sent to the yamen...the foolish officials of the yamen sentenced them to death and exiled them."

The ink carp couldn't move, its eyes were frozen.

Several cracks appeared silently on the tabletop where his palm was placed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Meng Qi pressed Mo Li's right arm with one hand, and sorted out his disordered energy channels.

"Nephew?" Seeing that he was not feeling well, Peng Xianren hurriedly said, "Ah Can, bring me the medicine."

"I'm fine." Mo Li let out a breath slowly, his eyes still turning black.

This was the first time that Dr. Mo felt what it meant to be "out of breath".

Immortal Peng... No, what Dr. Peng said should not be a lie, because these things can be known to those who are interested, especially those who have settled cases in the yamen.As long as the yamen is not burned or flooded, these files have old files.

And when Mo Li learned those prescriptions, Qin Lu said clearly that once the disease occurs, half of them will die, and those who have developed for several years, even if there are prescriptions, nine out of ten will not survive, because the viscera and meridians are in a mess. The patient's body is like a broken fishing net that is leaking everywhere, and it can't be repaired anyway, so it can only work hard to prevent and treat serious diseases.

Apply ointment before exposure to water, and then apply strong medication when a high fever suddenly occurs after a few days of exposure to water, which makes it easier for the people to survive. If you persist for more than ten years, the disease may disappear near Pengze.

However, even Qin Lu didn't expect that the cured people are afraid of getting sick again, and the dead people go crazy, and this is the scene.

Obviously when he left Peng Ze, everything was getting better.

The disease lasts for a long time and is extremely tormenting. After a few years of knowing that it can be cured, the illiterate fool finds that he is going to die after all——

Mo Li closed his eyes, and said softly: "Fortunately, it is not the teacher who is here today, but me."

He took a deep breath, stood tall, cupped his hands and said, "This junior is reckless today."

"Nephew, you're so polite." Dr. Peng bowed his back, saying these things seemed to take away half of his energy, and he was extremely depressed. He whispered, "I can live until today because of greed and fear." Die, play tricks."