On March 1, 13th year of Jianhe, Emperor Xiaoren ascended the throne and changed his title to the first year of Tianyou. He was amnesty for three years, Jiangzhou and Xiazhou were exempted from taxes.

Emperor Xiaoren sat on the dragon throne and listened to the ministers shouting: "Long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long, and even if he took it, he would not take it seriously. So he had to endure and wait, but he didn't expect that this would be a lifetime.

At this time, Ang Lee's carriage had already left Yinmen, and he walked for another two days before entering Bingzhou.

That evening, just as the Tsing Trophy shop was about to play in the Kinpo store, a fat shopkeeper hurriedly ran to the carriage with a step and three breaths. He stopped and took a dozen breaths, and then said, "Do you dare to ask if the guest official is Mr. Li from the capital?"

Ang Lee was orphaned at a young age. His ten-year-old mother abandoned her son and remarried. Her relatives had long lost all their news. She was admitted to the Hanlin Medical Hospital and devoted herself to studying. Even her literary friends and colleagues became distant. However, she did not expect that someone knew him far away in Bingzhou. She was stunned for a moment and said, "I dare not, I am Ang Lee."

The fat shopkeeper immediately sweated happily, as if he had seen the long-lost owner. He quickly lowered his body respectfully and said gaspingly: "This, the room...the guest room is ready, uh...will you ask if you should rest first or...eat..." The fat shopkeeper was obviously unaccustomed to serving others, and his short sentence was rude and intermittent.

Ang Lee was at a loss for a moment and hesitated: "This..."

As he was talking, the waiter stumbled and shouted all the way: "The trouble is, the shopkeeper, the fight starts, the fight starts..."

The fat shopkeeper immediately opened his small eyes, his gloomy face, and said angrily: "Why are you unruly?" He waved his little hand casually, and the wind of his palm rose up. The waiter, who was ten feet away, saw the opportunity quickly. He had a beautiful backflip. After landing, he took a few steps back, but he still couldn't stand and fell to the ground.

I heard the fat shopkeeper scold him again, "Don't you want to do it anymore? Go and tell them that Master Sima is going to stay in a hotel today, and he will be reincarnated tomorrow."

The waiter was so scared that he couldn't speak, so he rolled and crawled back.

At this time, Shen Yanshuang led Li Yan out of the car. Li Yan smiled at the fat shopkeeper and turned to Ang Lee and said, "Dad, since the fat uncle has a kindness, we should be respectful and obedient, right?"

Li An was confused and didn't know what to do. Seeing that he was not in front of the village and was not at the back of the store, he had to say, "I have a good shopkeeper."

The fat shopkeeper waved his hand and said, "Don't dare, don't dare..."

Ang Lee hugged the child, and Xiao Wan took the bag and followed the fat shopkeeper into the store.

As soon as Ang Lee stepped into the threshold, he said with a "swish" sound inside, "See Lord Sima"

It was dark and there were dozens of people in the room, with their voices being both loud and deafening.

Before Ang Lee could speak, the fat shopkeeper invited him upstairs. The waiter made a pot of tea and followed behind him with a hot water towel. Seeing Ang Lee disappeared in the corridor, the person below sat down gently, not daring to make a sound.

"I wonder who are there?"

The fat shopkeeper rubbed his hands and smiled and said, "Qing Gang, Salt Gang, Lujiabao, Six Immortal Gate..." Seeing that Ang Lee was confused when he heard it, he quickly changed his words, "It's just some juniors in the martial arts world. I have heard of Lord Sima for a long time. I learned that Lord Si was coming to Bingzhou recently and came to see him off."

Ang Lee said "Oh", but he became even more confused and had no idea.

"I haven't asked for advice yet, the shopkeeper's surname?"

The fat shopkeeper laughed and said, "The little one is Tu, with a single name and a word for Yun. Because he is fat, he is often called a fat butcher."

Ang Lee had nothing to say, and the fat shopkeeper didn't dare to disturb him. He brewed a cup of tea himself, and then closed the door and went out.

Li Anyu was extremely quiet and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out. Shen Yan was calm and peaceful in nature, and she had always sang to follow her husband. At this time, her whole thought was on Li Yan and forgot to be out of the world. Li Yan was extremely inspiring. After listening to the conversation between his father and the fat shopkeeper, he closed his eyes and fell asleep. The waning moon was like a hook, the night was as cool as water, and there was nothing to say all night.

The next day, the fat shopkeeper Gong sent him out and walked ten miles away. A group of people had already been beating gongs and gongs to greet the road.

"Mr. Li walked slowly..."

When Ang Lee looked at him, the speaker had a wide back and round waist, thick eyebrows and straight beards, but his skin was as white as paper and moist as jade as a baby. Compared with the contrast, it was surprising. Moreover, he dressed in a scholar, dressed in a blue shirt and a silk scarf, and spoke like a warbler. He stood among the wild people, and was even more out of place.

"Dede..." Before the great man could finish his speech, a crisp sound of horse hooves.

"What a white-faced scholar, I've come early..."

After hearing this, Ang Lee looked at the big man, but he also felt that the "nickname" was very appropriate. He also saw that the speaker had not stopped his horse and floated down to the ground, as light as dust and spirit as the wind, and he stood side by side with the big man while speaking.

"It's really good" the person who answered the conversation was like a bell, dragging a huge copper hammer, dust splashed everywhere, and walked step by step. Whenever he stepped on the ground, Ang Lee felt that the heaven and earth were shaking and he was unstable.

"Southern Wu, Northern Wu, Southern Wu Huiguanzhou, scholar Wu Wen, judge Wu Yong, Jie Yuan Wu Ming, ha... I didn't know when and when I met the three Wus..."

The rider stroking his hands and laughed, "How happy, you should float on the three great whites."

"Xie Yuan is a true confidant. I heard that Brother Wu has a lot of money. Today we meet him, and the hammer-drag was just right to learn about it." The hammer-drag looked impatient when he heard the words, and saliva flowed out from the corners of his mouth.

The two bowed to Ang Lee and left with each other in a hurry.

The scholar with white face was still standing beside the road. Seeing him leaving, he clasped his fists and said, "Master Sima travels far away, please forgive me for the inconvenience to see you off. This is the border of Bingzhou, and it will enter Jiangzhou ten miles ahead. The leader of the Lan League once had his last words, don't enter Jiangzhou. We, the juniors, dare not disobey me, please forgive me!?"

Ang Lee hurriedly said, "I dare not, I'm tired, but please do whatever you want."

The scholar did not say anything anymore, and took everyone away with him. Ang Lee shook his head and did not think about him, and continued to move forward.

Just as I was about to enter Jiangzhou, I suddenly heard someone chanting loudly: "There are strange writings in heaven, the earth has strange things, and people have strange diseases, so they should not be restrained. If you want to treat the disease, you cannot treat it regularly."

When Li Anqizhi was out of the car, he saw an old man sitting on a bluestone with crane hair and a childish face, long beard and kind eyes, wearing a white Taoist robe, spotless, and secretly praised: "It's true that the spirit of a fairy!"

Xiao Wan stopped the car, Ang Lee walked forward and bowed, "Can you be a doctor?"

The old man stood up and returned the courtesy and said, "Master Sima is polite, and the doctor is great. He is stupid and dare not speak out! However, when he was invited by his old friend, he came to see the man for his doctor, and said he would not be too ugly and act obedient."

"Dare you ask the old man's name?"

"I am apologizing to Xing, humiliating the head of Wudang, and his name is Yuxuzi."

When Li An was overjoyed when he heard this, he quickly invited He Xing to the car. He Xing looked at Li Yan's left hand pulse, then looked at his right hand, looked at his face, then asked Li An carefully for a long time, then looked at Li Yan's tongue again, frowned and stroked his beard for a moment, and laughed loudly: "Although this disease is difficult, it is not unsolvable."

After hearing this, Ang Lee said in a trembling voice: "Really?!" He still disbelief and looked at He Xing calmly.

He Xing took out a blue porcelain bottle from his sleeve, carefully poured out a brown ball, and smiled and said, "Mash this medicine and take it in water. It will be effective in three days."

When Ang Lee took it to his nose and smelled it, he knew that it contained several extremely precious medicinal materials, which were rare in the world. He said in surprise: "Is this medicine the most treasure of Wudang and the Yulu Pills of the Cuckoo. How can I afford it?"

He Xing smiled and said, "Mr. Sima is so serious. This thing is used to save people. Since you have got the place to go, why regret it? I hope Master Sima will not refuse."

Ang Lee was very grateful and handed the medicine to Shen Yanshuang and asked her to crush it and feed it to Li Yan.

"Amitabha…"

When Ang Lee heard the sound, he saw a thin monk wearing a huge monk's robe running while chanting the Buddha's name in anger. Seeing He Xing, he hurriedly shouted: "Run, fake Taoist priest, you are really here."

He Xing said "Ouch" and ran away without waiting for the monk.

The monk ran to the side of the car and changed his breath. He made his wrinkled robe with his hands and feet. He pulled his face and felt serious and serious. He bowed to An Yingying and said in a sweet voice: "Mr. Li, I have a blessing." An An fell to his senses when he got up. When he got up, the monk had already thrown his arms and ran away.

After a moment, he chased after another monk. He caught up with Ang Lee and hurriedly saluted. Seeing that Li Yan had a different color, the monk stepped in front of him and stepped closer to smell it. He paused and sighed, "It's a step later." A pair of fists as big as sandbags were clenched and swung them in front of Li Yan, and blue veins burst out.

The Taoist priest hurriedly held the monk and said anxiously: "Master, you should put the overall situation first..."

"If the family life is not guaranteed, what is the use of the overall situation for me?" Although the monk said that, he turned around and hummed in the direction of He Xing's escape: "Well, the Buddha said, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?" But he didn't know whether the "I" he was talking about refers to himself or He Xing.

The Taoist priest sighed, took out a small gourd from his sleeve, and handed it to Ang Lee: "The tea that the son drank at the inn yesterday, the skills taught by the Three Wus today, and the elixirs he had just taken were all the most yang things, and I was afraid that his body would not be able to bear it. This medicine is like phlegm. It should be applied externally. Just do it if you see a burned place. If nothing happens, don't touch the skin. Remember!"

The monk was stunned for a moment, put his finger between Guan Cun in Li Yan's left hand, and soon sighed: "Brother Dao's eyes are like torches. It turns out that this is true: the fat butcher feeds tea with red power, and the three Wus work together to convey the secrets. Now the Taoist master uses insect flowers and jade dew as a paste, and does not be happy with things or sad with himself. However, the Sa family is petty because of a small big return to the elixir, and is useless to be a monk." After saying that, he shook his sleeves and left.

When the Taoist heard the words, he nodded with a smile and followed closely.

Ang Lee diagnosed Li Yan's pulse again, but there was nothing unusual. He saw Li Yan's face rosy and his breath was even, so he felt relieved. He saw the gourd in his hand, thinking about the future, and he couldn't let go, and he felt that his body and mind were powerless.

Seeing that Li An looked tired, Li Yan knew that he was worried about him and felt deeply guilty, but he didn't know how to comfort his father. He was helpless about his own illness and could no longer do anything.

"Dad, don't worry. Although the people you meet in Bingzhou are not flattering to Dad, they are respectful. If you are friends but not enemies, you will definitely not harm me."

Ang Lee nodded and said, "Yan'er's words are not unreasonable. Although the quack doctor killed people, everyone is kind-hearted, but they are afraid that the medicine is not right and they will cause illness."
Chapter completed!