The gentleman is to blame

After the seal dissipated, my body seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, I was exhausted, and even my mind was in a daze.Fortunately, since he was a child, he was very familiar with manipulating spiritual power. After balancing the spiritual power and resentment power in his body, Song Huaizhen fell asleep for a long time, so long that he thought he would never wake up.

In addition to requiring him to use a lot of spiritual power to suppress the resentment in his body, it also gathered into a negative force, constantly disturbing his emotions.

He remembered that when he was young, he liked the jasmine flowers that bloomed in summer very much.I think this kind of petite, exquisite, pure and elegant flower is very cute.I don't know the reason, but on weekdays I was always bored quietly reading in the library, but on that day, I ran to ask my master and senior brothers excitedly, inviting them to enjoy the flowers together.

Just as he expected, the master used retreat as an excuse, and the senior brother used sword practice as an excuse, and they both rejected him.Song Huaizhen was angry and sad about this for a long time when he was a child. It is true that retreat and sword practice are important, but life is short. Three thousand worlds, thousands of prosperity, spring blossoms, and thousands of purples and reds are like nostalgia.This kind of nostalgia is not attachment, but luck. I was born in the world, and I have the opportunity to see thousands of beautiful scenery. Why not cherish it.That's all for the master, maybe after watching too much, the senior brother is too boring, so he only knows how to practice swords.

At that time, Song Huaizhen felt lonely for the first time.Fortunately, there is Uncle Zhong, the chief steward of Jinling's former residence, and Song Huaizhen is very amused every time he writes to him.

When he woke up in a daze, he didn't know what time it was, and just opened his eyes, he saw Xie Nangui sitting in front of his bed, concentrating on calling his own pulse.Song Huaizhen has spiritual power, which is different from ordinary people's physique, and the power of resentment is even more mysterious. Taixuan Mountain Medical School has not produced a disciple with spiritual power in recent years, and even Xie Nangui does not have spiritual power.

After Xie Nangui took his pulse, he stared at Song Huaizhen's eyes for a long time, Song Huaizhen was terrified by him.

"There is nothing serious about your health. I will be in Pengcheng for a free clinic in the next few days, and you have been lying in bed for three days and three nights."

Song Huaizhen felt for a moment that Xie Nangui had discovered something, but thinking that Xie Nangui didn't have any spiritual power, he felt that he was overwhelmed, how could he still use the power of resentment?

"There are preserved egg and lean meat porridge and pancakes that I bought on the table. They are too salty. You should like them. I'm going out for a free clinic now. You can think about where we will go next."

Song Huaizhen tried to adjust his spiritual power, and everything was stable.I opened the window to see the weather outside. It was very hot. After thinking about it, I took out the water bag and left the room.I went to the store and poured some chrysanthemum tea into the water bag.Thinking of Xie Nangui's free clinic on a hot day is also hard work, but unfortunately, I don't know where he is.

Song Huaizhen asked Xiao Er, "If you want to have a free clinic in Pengcheng, where would you usually be?"

Xiao Er said, "You want to ask the young master who is with you, go out of the inn and go north, the distance is a little far, there is a shed."

Song Huaizhen thanked Xiaoer, and was overjoyed, but there were no twists and turns, if he went east for a while, then went west for a while, and came to a few streets, a few alleys, his chrysanthemum tea would probably be cold.

We successfully arrived at the pergola of the free clinic.

There was a long queue at the free clinic, Song Huaizhen smiled and said, could it be that half of the people in Pengcheng came to let Xie Nangui get his pulse.

Xie Nangui was sitting in the gazebo, with a meticulous demeanor, the word "seriousness" written in his peach blossom eyes, and he was calling for the pulse of an elderly woman.

"Auntie's health is fine, but if your legs are weak, you should rest more. I'll make you a prescription of Buyang Huanwu Decoction and Huangqi Decoction, and I'll trouble you to take the prescription to the pharmacy to get it yourself."

The old woman nodded repeatedly.

Song Huaizhen happily walked over, handed the water bag to Xie Nangui, and said, "Are you tired, I specially asked the store to make you chrysanthemum tea."

Xie Nangui nodded, said "Thank you," and continued with his diagnosis.Song Huaizhen had nothing to do, so he sat next to Xie Nangui, playing the role of Doctor Xie's servant.Help write prescriptions, and chat with the medical seekers in the team by the way.

"I heard that Lingfeng Pavilion is recruiting bodyguards recently?"

"It is said that the owner of Lingfeng Pavilion, Lin Yizhi, is of good character, but unfortunately I am not good at martial arts, so I can't go."

"Whatever you think, it's up to you. If you want to go, I will go with your grandfather!"

It wasn't until evening that the crowd gradually dispersed.

Song Huaizhen just accompanied Xie Nangui for five days in the free clinic in Pengcheng.

On the last day, Xie Nangui's face was a little tired. Song Huaizhen was just a copyist, and there was nothing to be tired of. He smiled and said, "Miraculous doctor Xie has worked hard in the past few days. Can you show me your face and let the little one please Do you have a meal?"

Xie Nangui was amused after hearing this, blinked his peach blossom eyes, and said, "Xie is disrespectful."

Song Huaizhen first went to the bank to get some money, and then followed Xie Nan back to the rumored most expensive restaurant in Pengcheng - Zuixianju.Song Huaizhen didn't have much interest in eating, and this time it was mainly to reward Xie Nangui who had worked hard for a few days, so he said, "Brother Nangui, you can order whatever you want, whatever you want."

Xie Nangui nodded, and said to Xiaoer, "Yangfang Zangyu, Farewell My Concubine, Eight-legged fried dough sticks, sweet-scented osmanthus crisp."

Xiaoer wondered, "I'm not a local with the accent of the guest officer, it's really not easy to order the signature dishes of the shop!"

Xie Nangui smiled and said, "Thank you for the store, it's just that a traveling doctor who has traveled around Xia Naiyi knows a little about various places."

Xiao Er praised Xie Nangui again, what a beautiful tree facing the wind, with an extraordinary temperament, Xie Nangui coped with it freely, with the demeanor of a genius doctor, Song Huaizhen thought Xiao Er's words were very funny, so he smiled softly.

When the dishes were served, Song Huaizhen tasted them and said, "As expected of Yushu Linfeng, handsome, suave, compassionate and well-informed, the dishes ordered by Mr. Xie are really delicious."

Xie Nangui calmly said, "It's not like Huaizhen Sanxian. If it is increased by one point, it will be too long, and if it is reduced by one point, it will be too short; Shi Zhu will be too red, and powder will be too white."

Song Huaizhen was really speechless.He secretly bowed his head to eat.

"By the way, Xie Nangui, how much do you know about Zhimenglou?"

"It is an organization that has emerged in the Jianghu in recent years. It is said to be a trading place for the trade of immortals, demons, ghosts, and humans. It is mysterious and I don't know much about it. You seem to have something on your mind?"

"No, it's just that I have a lyre, which is a relic left by my parents. The name of the lyre is 'Weaving Dreams'."

After the two had dinner, they agreed to visit the plum garden again.

There is a person in the plum garden.The wide-sleeved red dress has some carefully painted white plum blossoms on the hem.The long hair is scattered without the crown of the tree, but it doesn't look messy at all, but looks like a fairy.The eyes are long and narrow red phoenix eyes, which look a little fierce, like a fairy or a demon.

"Mr. Xie," the man said, "I have offended the Plum Blossom Mystery Formation below. I hope you will thank you, Mr. Haihan."

"It's okay."

"Below is Meijiu of Zhimenglou. Mr. Song and Mr. Xie, the clues you two want to pursue are in three places. The old house that Lin Yizhi, the owner of Lingfeng Pavilion, bought in Xifu, and the martial arts competition at Xinliu Villa The meeting for inviting relatives, as well as the Huyuan Residence at Mingyue Bridge in Jinling. The owner specially sent me down to send invitations to Lingfeng Pavilion for the two of you."

Song Huaizhen smiled and said, "Mr. Mei and Pavilion Master Lin have friendship?"

"Lin Yizhi and I can only be regarded as acquaintances at best. Zhou Xi, the owner of Meiyuan, has some friendship with him. He has read the contents of the letter. If there is no accident, he will let the two of you stay in Lingfeng Pavilion for a while. Both of you Don't worry, we'll meet again soon."

When Xie Nangui and Song Huaizhen left the plum garden, Mei Jiu was still standing in the center of the plum garden, quietly looking at the hut in front of her.At night, the cool wind blows, and the loose hair of the flower demon gently rises, everything is silent, the past is gone, so why bother dwelling on the past.Mei Jiu played the flute, and said in her heart, she didn't understand her spiritual consciousness back then, but now she recalls the starting point bit by bit, she seems to understand a little bit, and a little bit doesn't understand, what Nian Fei said is good, some things are worse than not knowing, but no If you understand, how can you experience the joy and sorrow after understanding.