[Jian San] Let's drink tea from big brother

The addition of Dun Dundun did not cause much commotion. After all, they already had enough people, and adding one more person was really nothing.

Ye Zhengyang felt a little uncomfortable just seeing the other party looking at him attentively.

The other party just slapped him back three feet away, and the appearance of blood splattered on the spot really left a deep impression, so he can't make a good conversion now.

Although they encountered Ling Xuege's ambush in the grove, they still rushed to the small village outside Tiandu Town before dark.

Although the village is not big, there are quite a few people sleeping outside. From what they look like, they should all be refugees who escaped from Tiandu Town. There are a few of them in shabby clothes. Seeing Ye Zhengyang and the group of people in rich and noble clothes, they are silent. They followed up in a loud voice, seeming to be thinking of something behind them.

Xu Aoxue turned his head and said coldly, "Get lost."

After all, the spear in his hand hit the ground heavily, and the stone floor was shattered by the broken soul like a spider web.

The group of people were forced by Xu Aoxue's force, although they had bad intentions, they could only leave with regret.

Huazhu squinted at the group of people, smiling, "The group of people really have no eyesight."

They are numerous and powerful, and all of them have weapons at their side. If they want to get some money from them, those people are too overwhelmed.

Qing Deng closed his eyes, and lightly recited a few Buddhist scriptures, "Those people are also pitiful. This plague has made people panic, and all living beings are suffering. General Xu should not be too fussy about them."

Suddenly, there was a commotion among the crowd, and someone shouted, "This man has the plague! This man has the plague!"

At that moment, the crowd pushed away a circle, leaving the person lying on the ground alone in the center, one of the women hugged her child and shouted tremblingly, "Throw him into Tiandu Town quickly! Don't let him be here!"

All of a sudden, everyone started talking, and the person lying on the ground looked around helplessly, but everyone had expressions of indifference and disgust, which made him at a loss.

Huazhu glanced at Qingdeng with deep meaning, retracted his gaze and said with a smile, "Monk Qingdeng, this is not the suffering of sentient beings." His words were very soft, and his voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone to hear clearly, " This is called, the world is ugly."

Shiwei couldn't bear it and said, "Didn't you claim to be able to cure the plague, but you saved him."

The weak words blasted the crowd into silence like a thunderbolt. Suddenly, the person lying on the ground crawled towards Huazhu as if gaining strength and stretched out his hand, "Please...please! Help me, I don't want to die yet ..."

Huazhu still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were slightly cold, "I can save, but why should I?"

"I'm a Hmong, so why should I save these Han people?"

Huazhu's words left Ye Zhengyang and the others speechless.

At this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind Huazhu. The woman's voice was soft, but with a rare fortitude. "As a doctor, it is natural to help the common people without asking for anything in return."

Everyone turned their heads, but saw a woman in purple clothes, dignified and gentle, with delicate eyebrows, a jade pen hanging on her waist, and a wooden box in her hand, she seemed to be a Wanhua disciple.

Huazhu didn't turn back, "My Five Immortals Sect is different from your Wanhua Valley, and I don't covet those false names."

The woman frowned and said, "Hanging the pot to help the world is what a doctor should do, so how can you say it's just for fame?"

Hua Zhu looked around and said with a calm smile, "Little girl, it is because of your attitude that if you can cure the plague in Tiandu Town today, they will naturally say that you should be punished as a disciple of Wanhua Valley. If you They can't be cured, I'm afraid this group of people will just say, what nonsense Wanhua Valley, it can't save us at all, then Dongfang Yuxuan will just be a turtle in Wanhua Valley, if they don't come out of the valley, we must Beat them all over the ground to find their teeth."

Hearing Huazhu say that she was the owner of the valley, the girl looked a little unhappy, but she still said, "If I can't save people, it's because I'm not good at learning."

"That's right, it's because you are not good at learning, and you dare to practice medicine because you are not good at learning. It was you who delayed their illness."

Seeing that even the spectators were standing on the spot, Huazhu casually shook out a piece of dry food from his pocket and fed it to Mrs. Gua, "That's why I admired that kid named Pei Yuan in Wanhua Valley even more. , that's the way to let the doctors see and maintain some dignity."

The woman pursed her lips, not knowing what to say next.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the flowers and candles and said clearly and logically, like some fallacies and heresies, but they were all true. Since ancient times, doctor-patient disputes have been a difficult problem in people's livelihood.

If what Huazhu said was wrong, there wouldn't be so many costume dramas where the emperor yelled at the imperial doctor that if she couldn't be cured, I would take your head.

Huazhu glanced at the woman, and then said, "Little girl, since you can cure it, why don't you cure it?"

The girl saw that the other party was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and she even looked younger than herself. She was talking about a little girl, and she also had an elder tone. She was still a little unhappy, but she hurried forward to help her people diagnosis and treatment.

Ye Zhengyang leaned over and whispered after Hua Zhu, "Hua Zhu, you almost made the girl cry."

Hua Zhu squeezed Ye Zhengyang's face with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Because I have perilla, other girls won't pay attention to it at all."

Ye Zhengyang covered his face and took a step back. He looked up at Tang Zisu who was lying on the roof next to him, but he seemed to have heard Huazhu's words, but he didn't seem to hear half of it, and didn't respond.

Dun Dun Dun looked at them seriously and said, "I heard from the elders that the plague is contagious, benefactor, you must be careful." After finishing speaking, he stared straight at Ye Zhengyang, even the thick The bangs almost couldn't hide the brilliance of expectation.

Ye Zhengyang looked at the sky speechlessly, don't you really hope that I will suffer from the plague?

If you really want to repay your kindness, then bring the elder here and use it as a weapon for me...

Seeing that the girl finished treating the patient and gave him a lot of medicine to take on time, Ye Zhengyang coughed lightly, and went up to ask like a dog, "Miss is a teacher of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley?"

"..." Didn't that person just say that she is from the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers?

But even so, the girl had a rare good temper, she nodded to Ye Zhengyang, and Ye Zhengyang continued to ask, "We have met Miss Ziqing before, how is she doing recently?"

When the female disciple of Wanhua Valley heard that Ye Zhengyang and the others knew Ziqing, the expression on their faces eased a little, looked Ye Zhengyang and Xu Aoxue up, and asked with some hesitation, "You two are Ye Zhengyang, Ye Shaoxia and Tiance Mansion from the Hidden Sword Villa." Xu Aoxue General Xu?"

Ye Zhengyang nodded happily.

The Ten Thousand Flowers Valley female disciple put away the silver needles that she took out to treat others just now, and smiled at them, "Junior Sister Ziqing mentioned you in a letter before, and seeing you today really deserves your reputation."

Ye Zhengyang still maintained a polite smile.

Anyway, there are only a few sets of rhetoric in the world, and there are only a few clichés to say, just get used to it.

Xu Aoxue cupped his hands, "Dare to ask the girl's name."

The woman pursed her lips and smiled, like a bouquet of winter jasmine flowers in March, with a bit of warmth, "I am at the Lan of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers."