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15 Chapter 15
"Speaking of today's national teachers, it can be said that they are dragons and phoenixes among people, and they are talented people! On the day when the national teacher was born, cattle, sheep and beasts on the vast grasslands can't afford to kneel. en8. The red clouds in the sky are like fire, Thunder!"
All kinds of people sat in the lobby of the teahouse. The storyteller was eloquent on the table, and the sound of the chopping board made the tea splash on the table. His expression is rich and exaggerated, but no one dares to laugh under the stage. Most people look up in admiration.
The National Teacher was born in the Dajing tribe, but made his fortune in Ci'an City. After the late emperor stepped down on Jingdu, the southern capital, the national teacher also moved the national teacher's mansion to Ci'an City. Thinking that the battle of Ci'an City was of great significance to him back then. Of course, the national teacher is stationed at the altar of the sky all the year round, and can't get away from it, so the national teacher's house also has one in the mirror.
"These phenomena of heaven and earth alarmed the late emperor, so he ordered people to search for the place where all things worship, and found a baby under the holy altar! This baby is incredible! The beard and hair are all white, and the forehead is erect. Eight feet to high..."
"Puchi...!"
The storyteller was talking about the beginning, and his saliva was splashing, but at this moment there was a chuckle in the lobby. This laughter is not big, but it is crunchy, charming and sweet.
"Who dares to be disrespectful to the National Teacher!" Mr. Storyteller's face changed greatly, and he shook his hand and slapped the chopping board.
The chatter in the teahouse also stopped. The tea-goers searched for the source of the laughter.
"It's not that I'm disrespectful, it's that your story is too absurd..." Sitting at the entrance of the tea house was a little beggar in tattered clothes. peach.
When the storyteller saw that this man was just a beggar but was born beautiful, he thought that it was probably sent by the restaurant from the opposite side to destroy the scene.
His face sank: "It turned out to be a beggar! Leave quickly, I can save you from prison!"
"No, no, Dajing Prison is under the supervision of the Ministry of Punishment. You must be just a scholar without an official position in a green shirt? This is an arrogance, and it is disrespectful!" The beggar was not afraid, laughing. Taking a bite.
The tea guests were watching the excitement. The storyteller couldn't get off the stage, so with a wave of his hand, a few short-dressed men walked over to the beggar. It seemed that he wanted to forcibly drive her away.
The beggar was petite, and she was put up in a few moments. Those men were about to throw her out, but someone suddenly shouted, "Be merciful!"
A few thugs didn't know why, but they saw a scholar slowly approaching a table by the window, dressed in bird-suppressing frost fur, looking like a wealthy family.
"Several people show mercy." The scholar seemed to be walking unhappily, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of several people, quietly stuffing something into their arms, and apologized, "My sister doesn't know how to behave, a few adults. Don't blame yourself."
These big men are all low-level servants. When have they been called "adults"? I touched the hard thing in my arms again, my heart fluttered, my hand was also loose, and I put the beggar down.
"Sister, it's okay for you to get angry with me, why run away from home, I'm so anxious to find my brother..." The scholar said with tears in his eyes, which was very touching.
The tea guests also nodded as if suddenly realized, it seems that there was an awkwardness between the siblings, and the younger sister ran away from home and was found by the elder brother.
The scholar nodded at the table he was sitting on, and said softly, "Since my sister has been found, let's go first, Qing'er?"
At the table by the window, there was a tall and majestic man, a thin and small child. en8. The child closed his eyes and didn't eat anything in front of him, he just held a small cup to himself and remained silent.
After listening to the scholar's words, the child nodded and patted the dazed big man below. The big man got up dully and put the child on his shoulder.
The group left the teahouse calmly.
The place where the few people settled was in the inn next door, and the scholar dragged the beggar halfway and brought her into the room.
"Look, for such a beggar, I didn't even finish the sweet and sour fish dish just now." The scholar closed the door, sat down angrily, and complained.
The beggar was thrown to the ground by him, and he let out a muffled groan. Her face was not very good-looking, and when the scholar touched her just now, a chilly air penetrated into her body, she couldn't move at all, and she couldn't open her mouth to call for help.
"You look like this, but you still covet your appetite." Yun Qing said coldly.
At this time, Qi'er already understood that it was the child in front of him who let the strange scholar kidnap him. She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn't utter a word.
"I'm different from you." Song Liyou was displeased. He stayed with Yunqing for a few days, but he never saw her eat. "Why are you fasting?"
"Cut the hair and wash the marrow." Yun Qing replied briefly.
Song Liyou frowned. Cutting hair and washing marrow is very easy to do with external force, and he believes that Yun Qing will not be without such treasures. Today, most of the cultivators borrow the treasures of heaven and earth to escape from the mortal body in one fell swoop. For them, the most difficult thing is Lingtai Qingming.
But the monks of old were not. They often go hand in hand with self-cultivation and self-cultivation. The ancient monk's hair cutting and marrow washing was not done at one time, but gradually progressed over a long period of time. As the so-called "return to the bone to wash the marrow every three thousand years, and peel the skin and cut the hair every two thousand years". This is completely different from the simple removal of impurities now.
After all, the so-called impurities can never be completely absent. Thousands of years of continuous refining and purification can make the physical body incredibly strong.
In this way, Yun Qing took the path of the ancient cultivator "but he swallowed his breath", without any external force at all. From this very small step, Song Liyou could see the gap between other cultivators and Yun Qing, and became more and more wary of Yun Qing.
Most people with such great perseverance and great ambitions are not ordinary.
Here Yun Qing noticed that the beggar on the ground was wriggling but couldn't speak, so he frowned and said, "You lift the ban, I have something to tell her."
Song Liyou's thoughts were interrupted, and he heard Yun Qing's words a little angry: "Don't call me again, or grandpa, I will turn around and leave!"
"Untie." Yun Qing said in the same tone, "Don't waste my time."
Song Liyou's face changed several times, and finally he lifted the ban on that beggar.
"Help... uh!" Yun Qing covered his mouth as soon as the beggar opened his mouth.
Yun Qing squatted in front of her, and although his eyes were closed, the beggar felt like he was being seen through.
"In the teahouse, I smelled the fragrance of medicine on you." Yun Qing leaned over and sniffed her, "That's right, it is indeed the fragrance of medicine."
The beggar twisted in panic trying to escape her suppression.
"What are you afraid of, I have a request from you, you should be happy." Yun Qing smiled gently, "Don't shout anymore, I don't like making noise."
The beggar felt a chill in his heart, and nodded quickly, Yun Qing let go of her hand, she took a deep breath, and opened her mouth and said, "It's scary if you ask me! To tell the truth, you are helpless."
"Oh, you guessed what I want you to do?" Yun Qing's expression didn't change at all after hearing the words "You are helpless".
"You said I smell like medicine, what else can I do other than seek me for treatment?" Qi'er's eyes were bright, a little flustered, and he looked pitiful.
Yun Qing nodded: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you if you say it directly? If you lie to me, maybe I can still provide for you to heal me."
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"But you are helpless, why should I lie to you?" The beggar pleaded, his voice trembling slightly, "Don't kill me, I haven't lived enough."
Song Liyou pinched her chin and lifted her up: "It's a very beautiful girl. It's a pity, it's a pity... If grandpa was two hundred years ago, I would still accept you as a furnace."
That beggar was pinched, his body was freezing, his watery eyes looked at Song Liyou. She didn't dare to ask the child on the side for help, although it looked like the child was in charge, but that aura was much more terrifying than the scholar.
"It's useless no matter how beautiful you are, that guy is blind and can't see you." Song Liyou said viciously when she saw her eyes drifting to Yun Qing.
"Okay." Yun Qing said suddenly, placing his hand on Song Liyou's wrist. The beggar felt that the cold air dissipated in an instant.
Yun Qing motioned Song Liyou to let go of the beggar: "Don't strangle her, I'm still useful."
Song Liyou felt a corrosive and fiery breath pouring into her body, the breath stagnated, and the hand loosened, and the beggar fell to the ground. His face sank, and if the infuriating energy just now didn't feel wrong, it should be the Great Sun Black Sky Wheel. Unexpectedly, Yun Qing had already cultivated his true qi in just a few days, and he didn't notice it when he got along with him day and night!
"Are you carrying the inheritance of medicine?" Yun Qing touched the beggar's chin, dissipating Song Liyou's energy for her.
When she was in the teahouse, she knew that this beggar had what she wanted. The person who has obtained the Book of Heaven can know everything. Although she is still far away from this step, she can still know what she wants by paying some price after careful investigation.
Her physical condition was so bad that she was like a piece of wood that was rotten. Although there was nothing visible on the surface, it was riddled with holes on the inside. So the most important thing for her is to find someone who has the inheritance of medicine and Taoism to raise her first.
She has been using the scriptures to explore these days, but she didn't expect to meet such a beautiful woman in the teahouse, it was a no-brainer. So she simply didn't do it again and again, and let Song Liyou snatch people over.
"It's not the medical way..." The beggar was a little afraid of her.
"It's okay, get up and talk slowly." Yun Qing let go of his hand, got up and poured the tea into a square inch cup, then handed it to her, "Pressure and panic."
Song Liyou had already sat down at this time and was drinking tea, and almost spit out a mouthful of water when she saw this scene. This guy Yun Qing is too unreliable, actually pouring water for people with a magic weapon. He didn't know that Xie Yao also drank water from a square inch cup.
The beggar got up from the ground and sat on the empty chair beside him. She doesn't sit like those ladies, she looks a little rough with her legs crossed, but with that face, it's pleasing to the eye no matter what.
"Let's talk." Yun Qing's voice couldn't hear much ups and downs, but the beggar was abruptly frightened into a cold sweat, and she nodded forcefully with a sad face.
"I am Zheng Zhenzhen, a disciple of the Temple of Heaven in Ci'an City..."
Song Li worried to think that the name Zheng Zhenzhen was really a mouthful, and he didn't know if it was his real name. Speaking of which, don't know if the name Yun Qing was made up by her.
"I practice the lineage of the Temple of Heaven, but I specialize in medicine," said the girl who claimed to be Zheng Zhenzhen.
"Lun Tiantan? I didn't expect you to be a member of the Seven Holy Lands, but you're a direct descendant of the Tiantan Temple?" Song Liyou was a little surprised, and he didn't forget to look at Yunqing, but unfortunately he couldn't see any clues.
"Of course not, I'm a disciple of the outer sect! There are less than ten disciples in the generation of Lvtiantan, and all of them have already entered the Dao. How could they be captured so easily by you!" The Qi'er rolled his eyes, "You just said... I'm also a member of the Seven Holy Lands, what's the meaning of this?"
Song Liyou looked at Yun Qing.
"I came from the Hundred Thousand Mountains." Yun Qing raised his hand and wanted to touch Fangcunzhan habitually, but found that his hand was empty. Only then did he realize that he had just handed Fangcunzhan to the beggar.
"Then ask Senior Sister to give me a hand in the friendship..." The beggar was overjoyed and said affectionately, pulling Yun Qing's hand. She is really shameless, and regardless of her age, she is directly called senior sister.
"Didn't you hear me clearly? I came from the Nanban Mountains of Hundred Thousand Mountains. You are a disciple of the Temple of Heaven in Zhongnan. How do you think we are from the same sect?" Yun Qing was noncommittal.
"The seven holy places have always breathed out of one nostril... ah, no, they have always shared the same enemy... that..." Zheng Zhenzhen said quickly when she saw that she was so indifferent.
"Mianfeng Corridor and Guiling Temple fought very little? Have you read about the battle between Moling and Shenyinmen? Besides, it's not just one or two times that a hundred thousand mountains attacked the murderers..." Speaking of which, Yun Qing A smile appeared on his face, "Ten thousand steps back, you are just an outer disciple from a remote small town. Even if I kill you and walk on the Temple of Heaven, will I still be able to find trouble with the hundred thousand mountains?"
Zheng Zhenzhen held her hand in a daze, and after a while, she cried with a "wow": "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die! I haven't even seen the National Teacher before I go to the mirror, ah ah ah ah …”
Both Yun Qing and Song Liyou were stunned. She didn't expect her reaction to be so big, and what she cared about was not the death of her body, but the fact that she had never seen the god-like national teacher.
"Then you can go to the mirror with me?" Yun Qing chuckled lightly, the gloomy aura was finally less obvious.
Zheng Zhenzhen was a little stunned by this smile: "But... but I really can't heal you."
"It's okay, it's fine to maintain the status quo." Yun Qing said tolerantly.
"But on the side of the Temple of Heaven..." Zheng Zhenzhen was still very uneasy.
"We can accompany you to solve the matter here, and then... you will follow me to the mirror, how about that?" Yun Qing was stunned, she knew the mess on this beauty's body from the first sight of seeing Zheng Zhenzhen.
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