That beautiful flower brother

Overseas fairy mountains?disappeared without a trace?

Chu Shisu was stunned when he heard this.

Then I heard Ah Fei say in a deep voice: "So I want to become the most famous person in the world, so that they may hear my name, maybe... Maybe they can see them again."

"Is that so." Chu Shisu asked with downcast eyes thinking, after a while, he raised his eyes and smiled: "Good idea."

A Fei's thoughts gave him a hint.

Chu Shisu asked word by word, "Then I will also become the most famous doctor in the world, so that Jiubai can hear my name."

Guanghua gradually appeared in his eyes: "Not only for this, I am a doctor no matter where I am."

Chu Shisuwen suddenly felt that his previous dejection was really useless.

As a doctor, he must soothe the mind and calm the mind, have no desires or demands, first show great compassion and compassion, and wish to save the suffering of all spirits.If there is a person who comes to ask for illness, you should not ask about his status, rich or poor, whether he is old or young, resent relatives and friends, Hua Yi is foolish and wise, and everyone is the same. , see that distress, if you have it yourself, feel deeply sad, do not avoid hardships and dangers, day and night, cold and heat, hunger, thirst, fatigue, and go to rescue with one heart, without the heart of kung fu.

For a doctor, what could be more touching than the smiling face and "thank you" after curing a patient?

Li Xun Huan seemed to be stunned, and after a while he asked in a low voice, "Aren't you sad?"

"Sad." Chu Shisu asked with downcast eyes, feeling that he was still in a bad mood, so he stroked his chest silently: "But I can't be sad all the time, being sad won't help anything, let alone being sad, I'm sad." Think about your body."

He is not in good health, if not for the painstaking efforts of his masters and elders, and the brothers and sisters who have been looking for the fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum for him, he may not live to be 17 years old.

So Chu Shisuwen always cherished his life very much, because his life cost too much effort.

Li Xun Huan was completely stunned. He never thought that a person who suddenly came to another world could be so... indifferent.

What rose in him at this moment was utter admiration and the accompanying shame.

Su Wen came to a completely strange world, but he has been brooding about it for ten years. Compared with Su Wen, he really can't see it.

He is not as good as Su Wen.

People are always afraid of comparison. Compared with the two, Li Xunhuan suddenly felt that his experience didn't seem too painful.

It was not he who was truly alone and homeless.

And he... After all, all his pain came from himself, no one can blame him, his inability to let go and let go made him tortured for ten years, even in his dreams, he couldn't smile.

It is precisely because of his inability to see and let go that Li Xunhuan has more respect and admiration for Chu Shisuwen besides being close and loving.

Chu Shi Suwen was aware of Li Xun Huan's complex gaze, but he was always indifferent, and he rarely even had mood swings, let alone the curiosity that was completely unnecessary in his opinion.

What does Li Xunhuan think has anything to do with him?Good or bad, he has no right to speak, does he?

Chu Shisu got up and said lightly: "Then I will prepare. If time permits, I think that I will be able to perform the responsibility of medical treatment tonight."

A Fei followed suit and got up: "Can I be with you? Brother Su Wen?"

He originally had a good impression of this elder brother who was cold outside and hot inside, but after learning that this brother came from the same place as his father and was a close friend, this kindness suddenly became more admired by his elders.

Chu Shisu asked and nodded, his eyes were full of the gentleness of the junior: "Yes."

As soon as he took a step, he was immediately stopped by someone, "Wait, wait, Mr. Chu!"

It was Mr. Mei Da and Mr. Mei Er.

The two old gentlemen rubbed their hands with the same excitement and apprehension on their faces, but they hesitated to speak. Anyway, Master Chu Suwen didn't understand why with complicated expressions.

Ask if you don't understand.

Chu Shisu asked, tilting his head, puzzled: "What's the matter, gentlemen?"

Mr. Mei Da rubbed his hands, coughed again, and asked countless questions: "Well... I want to ask you what kind of person is Shi Xian Taibai? There are also Du Fu, He Zhizhang, Zhuxi Liuyi..."

That impatient look stunned Chu Shisu for a moment, but he thought for a while and answered seriously: "Sorry, I have lived in Wanhua Valley for a long time, and I rarely go out, and I only heard about them from others."

As soon as he said this, Mei Da couldn't help but sighed in disappointment: "It's a pity, it's a pity, I wanted to ask you if you brought their calligraphy and paintings, even if it's just a single word."

I am afraid that this is the only time in my life to meet people from the Tang Dynasty, what a pity, what a pity.

Seeing an old man sighing in front of him, Chu Shisu, who always respected the old and loved the young, felt inexplicably apologetic. He pursed his lips and tried to ask: "I don't have Mr. Li's calligraphy and painting, but can Mr. Yan's be okay?"

"Mr. Yan?" Mei asked weakly, "Who is he?"

"Yan Zhenqing." Chu Shisu asked and sighed in his heart, it seems that Mr. Mei Da only likes Mr. Li and the others.

This is difficult, because he only has Mr. Yan's cultural treasures in his bag.

……

Mr. Mei Da, who was sighing, stopped sighing, Li Xunhuan, who was drinking tea, stopped moving, and Mei Er opened his eyes wide.

Even A Fei was stunned. He grew up in the wilderness, but it doesn't mean he hasn't heard of this name.

Mr. Mei Da was so excited that he grabbed both of Chu Shisu's hands: "Do you have Yan Zhenqing's cultural treasures?!"

Chu Shisuwen pulled out his hands, took out a calligraphy and painting from his bag and handed it to Mei Da. He didn't say anything, but everyone could understand the meaning.

Mr. Mei Da was too excited to say: "Give it to me? How embarrassing, such a precious thing."

He said so, but his eyes were fixed on the calligraphy and painting in Chu Shisuwen's hand, as if he couldn't even turn around.

Chu Shisu asked him to give the calligraphy and painting to his face again, and said with a fairy charm: "It's just a calligraphy and painting, if you like it, I will give it to you."

If this kind of words are said by other people, it is inevitable that there will be a sense of pride and complacency, but when it is said by Chu Shisuwen, it can only be indifferent.

There was a lot of smile in Li Xun Huan's eyes, Li Xun Huan was a person who regarded fame, fortune and money like floating clouds.

If it weren't for his natural indifference, it would be impossible for him to resign from office decades ago, disperse all his family wealth, and even give away his ancestral foundation "Li Garden" to others.

Thinking of this, Li Xunhuan unexpectedly thought of more things.

How many people laughed at him for being stupid, how many people laughed at him for being stupid, and how many people hated him for not fighting.

They thought he was only doing it for Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun, but in fact, apart from Lin Shiyin's reasons, there was probably no reason why he wanted to leave, because he buried his parents and brother's heartbreak with his own hands.

As for the others, from Li Xunhuan's point of view, whether it's family wealth or Li Yuan, how long can they keep it?Why be obsessed with things outside of yourself that you can't keep.

Cough cough, closing the question, generally speaking, Li Xun Huan's character like Li Xun Huan, who spends a lot of money, naturally appreciates and likes people who are indifferent and dusty.

Mei Da swiftly and carefully took over the calligraphy and painting. With a pilgrimage-like brilliance on his face, he unfolded the calligraphy and painting with great care.

With the pen of seal script, thin and hard become plump and vigorous, the body is broad and magnificent, and the bones are strong and majestic.

Mei Da was fascinated by it for a while: "The dots are like falling stones, the paintings are like Xia Yun, the hooks are like bent gold, and the spears are like crossbows. There are images in both directions and ambitions. It really is Yan Gong's handwriting." He was overjoyed. Yu asked again: "Little friend Chu, where did you get it?"

Mr. Mei Er next to him nodded and said, "It must have taken a lot of effort to get the authentic work of Mr. Yan, right?"

Chu Shisu asked and shook his head: "No, because Mr. Yan is from my Ten Thousand Flowers Valley." He thought for a while and added: "So it didn't take much effort."

"You said Yan Gong is from your Ten Thousand Flowers Valley?"

Not only Mei was greatly surprised, even Li Xunhuan was also surprised, history books never recorded which sect Yan Gong joined.

But thinking about the difference between history and that period, it is not incomprehensible.

Chu Shisu asked and nodded: "He is one of our Seven Thousand Flowers."

"Seven Sages of Ten Thousand Flowers?"

Li Xunhuan and the others suddenly became very curious about what kind of sect could attract Yan Zhenqing to join.

Since people like Yan Zhenqing are only one of the seven saints, what kind of demeanor should the remaining six be?

Thinking of those seven, Chu Shisu asked with admiration and pride in his eyes: "My Seven Sages of Thousand Flowers are Yan Zhenqing, the Sage of Calligraphy, the Sage of Gong and his party, Su Yuluan, the Sage of Qin, Lin Baixuan, the Sage of Painting, Jixin, the Sage of Chess, and Yu Shengyu, the Flower Sage." Sun, medicine sage Sun Simiao."

At the end, Mr. Mei Er suddenly opened his eyes wide: "You mean Sun Simiao, the sage of medicine?!"

The sudden increase in voice and sparkling eyes made even Chu Shisuwen feel a little uneasy.

However, since he was a child, his mood has not fluctuated much, and this kind of uneasiness can be said to be imperceptible. Anyway, in the eyes of outsiders, Chu Shisuwen still looks calm and out of the world: "Mmm..."

Mr. Mei Er was about to say something when Li Xun Huan said with a smile, "We have a visitor."

There was only a sound of rustling footsteps coming from outside the house. It seemed that there were not only one person coming, and their steps were very light.

Only one person said loudly: "I don't know if this is the Plum Blossom Thatched Cottage?"

Mr. Mei Er said angrily: "No, you have found the wrong place."

Sun Simiao, that is the most colorful stroke in the history of medicine, and it is the object of reverence of many doctors.

Mr. Mei Er is naturally no exception. Before he asked one, two, three, four, someone came looking for trouble without opening his eyes. Do you think he is in a good mood?

He was in a bad mood, and immediately chased people away: "Go as far as you can, don't bother us."

As soon as Mei Er finished speaking, there was a "boom", a figure suddenly knocked open the door, and rushed into the room like an arrow.

But it was a child in his teens, with a round face, round eyes, and a red cloak trimmed with white rabbit fur. He looked like a red child dressed in pink and jade.

Others didn't know who the child was, but Chu Shisu knew it was Long Xiaoyun, the son of Lin Shiyin and Long Xiaoyun.

A child who is ruthless, deep and worldly but somewhat Oedipus.