Cultivation from entry to abandonment

After all, Jiang Fuqing got tired of staying in the house, so he often went out for a walk, and Shang Mingqian didn't give him a death order anymore. He expected to separate one day. Jiang Fuqing stayed by his side for a long time, maybe he would appear spirited He was allowed to go out to play, but he was still worried and sent a few henchmen to protect him in the dark.

Jiang Fuqing was also very cautious personally, not only deliberately suppressing the aura of the cauldron on his body, but also carrying the bird pecking sword every time he went out, Xuan Wu also followed him, never leaving him.But since Jiang Fuqing didn't know that the ink was Xuan Wu, this was an unexpected protection.

Xuan Wu likes to go out with him, because Jiang Fuqing always buys some food, and it doesn't count if he eats it himself, he always has to share it with him.Moreover, he won't meet a strong enemy, so he just walks around and takes a walk, which is much easier than following Shang Mingqian either to fight or to be a mount.

Jiang Fuqing is also very kind to it, when it is tired from walking, it can even jump on Jiang Fuqing's shoulder to rest, and Jiang Fuqing will not scold it, it is extremely comfortable.As time passed, he didn't bother to talk back to Shang Mingqian anymore, and became more and more arrogant.Being a kitten is really relaxing.

Jiang Fuqing suddenly remembered that Shang Mingqian didn't come to him these few days, and he didn't want to go to Shang Mingqian either.He also felt that Shang Mingqian couldn't let Bai Chuji go in his heart after all, and that he dangled in front of his eyes in the past, but he was just causing trouble for him and looking for trouble for himself.Turning around outside a few times, I originally wanted to divert my attention, don't think about something, which will only increase troubles.But the shadow of Shang Mingqian flashed in his mind from time to time, making him unable to forget it.

Why do you always think about him?

Jiang Fuqing shook his head, as if he wanted to shake off all the chaotic thoughts.I saw the tea shed next to me, which seemed to be selling sour plum soup, kumquat water and other drinks, and felt a little tired, so I walked over and sat down, and ordered a bowl of sour plum soup from the boss.

Most of the peddlers in the neighborhood know him, and the owner of the tea shed is no exception. He has seen him several times from a distance, but he has never been able to say hello to him. He only hoped that Jiang Fuqing could speak well for them in front of Shang Mingqian, the owner of the business, so that if anything happened in the future, he would be blessed and taken care of.

Jiang Fuqing naturally nodded in agreement on the face, but in his heart he was thinking that it was unknown what weight he had in Shang Mingqian's heart, and he was afraid that he would not be able to do this good deed.

I already knew that Shang Mingqian was loved by the people, but I was still surprised. I couldn't help but ask the tea shed owner, "What kind of person do you think Shang Mingqian is?"

The owner of the tea shed is a woman, over half a century old, with gray hair. Speaking of Shang Mingqian, she couldn't help but praise, and said: "Thanks to his blessing, otherwise where would Lingzhou come from where there are so many flowers?"

Jiang Fuqing asked again: "Where does this start? There is no government?"

The boss added sour plum soup for him, and said: "The government is in charge, but it is quite difficult to deal with the beasts and some unruly monks. It is not necessary to invite people from the merchant to be the master. Besides, the owner of the merchant is kind, He has always been very fair, and everyone has gone to him. He really deserves the word 'Ming Qian'."

Mingqian, Qiande is shown on the outside, frank and thorough, and has a good reputation.

Jiang Fuqing pondered for a moment, and then asked: "Do you know how he became the Patriarch?"

The boss looked around and said in a low voice: "I'm just hearsay. It is rumored that a long time ago, there was a fierce battle near here. Many elders and disciples of the merchant died, and blood flowed like a river. In the end, the owner of the merchant Mingqian survived and was promoted as Patriarch in one fell swoop."

"Is that so?" Jiang Fuqing was thoughtful.

The boss was very surprised and said, "Aren't you his wife? Why don't you ask him directly."

Jiang Fuqing naturally asked, but Shang Mingqian couldn't remember it himself, no, maybe he didn't say it on purpose.

The boss chatted with Jiang Fuqing for a few words, and then went to greet other guests, and Jiang Fuqing was inconvenient to disturb her.

Not long after, four people dressed as disciples of a cultivation sect walked in, rested here, and asked the boss for a bowl of water.Among the four of them, one of them seemed to be injured and his complexion was not very good, so the other three had no choice but to make do with him, slowing down their pace, unable to return to the sect for a long time.

"I'm afraid this injury won't heal." The injured patient said weakly, with a low tone.

"Junior Brother, don't say that. The people in Lingshu Valley have great powers, so there must be a way to cure you." One person comforted.

"But the disciple of the Lingshu Valley, Shenlong, can't see the head and the tail..." the injured said again.

"Don't worry, there must be a way for the car to reach the mountain." Another person persuaded.

Jiang Fuqing listened and remembered the words "Lingshu Valley". It must be some kind of medical school that specializes in training medical personnel.He has long discovered that this world seems to have a complete medical system of its own. Maybe he can cure Shang Mingqian's illness if he finds a disciple of Lingshu Valley.

He really didn't have any news about Lingshu Valley, so when he heard these people mention it, he walked over to make trouble.

Jiang Fuqing saluted and said, "I heard that some of you mentioned Lingshu Valley, do you know where Lingshu Valley is?"

The four people looked at him together, and found that Jiang Fuqing's appearance was quite exquisite and beautiful, and his stature was also slightly smaller than ordinary men's.A few of them passed by here, never thought that Lingzhou had such a handsome figure, and they were caught off guard for a while.

"Who are you?" one of them asked.

"Floating down the river." Jiang Fuqing said.

Several people exchanged names, and it turned out that they were all from Yihuizong in Manzhou.But he said that he didn't know where Lingshu Valley was at all, and the disciples of Lingshu Valley seldom traveled outside. They only knew that it might be near Qujiang in Yuezhou, but there were no more detailed rumors.Many people who wanted to find Lingshu Valley either died of illness on the way, or returned without success, as if it was just a legend.

The patient was weak, and his face was like gold paper. Jiang Fuqing saw that he was uncomfortable, and felt that the symptoms were surprisingly consistent with what he had read in the book, so he asked, "Why don't you let me see it?"

The man looked at him and said, "Sir, how can you see a doctor?"

Jiang Fuqing just read a few medical books roughly, but he hasn't practiced it yet, so he will tell the truth.The man's life was dying, and he had seen all kinds of doctors, but he didn't improve, and he couldn't find Lingshu Valley, so he could only use a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so that Jiang Fuqing could make a diagnosis and treatment with peace of mind. No resentment.

After talking about this part, Jiang Fuqing stopped talking and stretched out his hand to feel his pulse.He has connected with himself, but he still doesn't know if it will work or not.Jiang Fuqing closed his eyes intently, he could feel the beating frequency of the pulse very clearly, and even flashed in front of his eyes like an electrocardiogram, as if he could see the blockage of the meridians through the pulse.