[Sword Three] In the days when I was forced to become Wanhua

"Senior Brother Su, Mr. Sun has a saying that spring is the season for all things to reproduce, so this is a day when diseases frequently occur. Recently, there are more and more people seeking medical treatment in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. Please take care of Senior Brother Su." Guide disciple under the Holy Seat of Medicine Lu Qing came over and said to me.

I smiled slightly and replied: "I already know that Gu Nei Guide and Zhengyi disciples have returned to their respective positions, Mr. Sun, please don't worry."

"Brother Su is detailed." Junior sister Lu Qing bent her knees, then turned and left.On the other hand, I moved my inner strength slightly against the wind, and jumped up to a strange peak with ease under my feet.

At the top of the peak, a senior sister is playing the piano.

I shuffled the rattling clothes and let them return to their respective positions. After the senior sister had finished singing, she asked me with a sideways smile, "Why don't you play the flute for peace, junior brother?"

I also smiled back: "Although Qian has a heart, he dare not play with the senior sister."

"Why?"

"Junior brother's skills are meager. If he doesn't agree with senior sister, he will inevitably feel regretful. If he agrees, he will tarnish the wonderful voice of senior sister. Therefore, it is embarrassing."

The senior sister listened and smiled, but she never tried to persuade me.

I stood behind my senior sister, looking at my Fengshui in the mountains and moons in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, with my sleeves in the wind, I looked like a fairy.

Before I knew it, the mist had gone, and the senior sister came back with the piano in her arms. It was time for me to go to the morning class. Today’s morning class was taught by Mr. Sun Simiao. There were no seats left.

I went early, there were only a few disciples hurrying to and fro in Star Appreciation Residence, Mr. Sun Simiao was arranging herbs, I walked over and bowed slightly: "Mr. is well."

Mr. Sun didn't stop sorting out the medicinal herbs, but nodded and smiled. Although he was old, his voice was full of wisdom and vitality, without the dead air of twilight. "It's Su Qian, you came early today."

I rubbed my nose and smiled, knowing that my husband was making fun of my absence from morning class a few days ago. "Sir, don't make fun of me."

I turned around and took a basket of herbs sent by my disciples and put them at Mr. Sun's feet. They were freshly picked, and the grass leaves were still trembling with dew, with a slightly bitter herbal aroma. .

Some disciples came one after another, and I also sat down. When the time came, Mr. Sun began to talk about some pharmacological techniques, from the simple to the deep, whether it is a young junior who has just entered the valley or a senior who has already become a disciple of Hongdao Everyone listened very carefully—including me.

After the morning class, it is time to start busy arranging for disciples to diagnose and treat patients.

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, requests are not always available, but there are always some people who cannot refuse. Therefore, in spring, when the grass grows and warblers fly, we are inevitably busy.

Unfortunately, it's my job to arrange disciples to work in shifts.

But this is much easier than asking me to identify herbs and play the qin and flute.

Posted the shift schedule made early in the morning on the bulletin board. Most of the disciples who are qualified to take shifts went to have a look. simple.

What's more, there are some brothers and sisters whose whereabouts are uncertain to help?

After this round of busy work, I was free and went back to my room. There was a thick pile of rice paper spread out on the table, the pen, ink and inkstone were all thrown on the table, and a piano score was thrown on the ground. He bent down to pick it up, then sat in front of a Yaoqin, and started experimenting with one note at a time.

Today at least Gongshangjiao Zhengyu has to figure it out.

I thought silently.

Then I have to practice calligraphy, and then silently write the first ten pages of the medical scriptures.

If there is still time, I will meditate for another two hours.

... No matter how painful it sounds!

Depressedly, I lay down on the table and rolled around twice.

Does anyone know?

Wanhua Hongdao disciple Su Qian actually knows nothing!

What I did was not to let everyone see that I am not Su Qian.