Fang Muye and Uncle Yu started drinking when the golden turtle fell, and it was not until the moon was hanging in the sky that they returned to their next door home in the moonlight.

After returning, he didn't sleep. He picked up a wooden stick standing at the door and went to the yard to practice the Yue Girl Sword.

Fang Muye was working in the yamen. Chang Pei's weapon was a standard oxtail knife, which was very different from the Yue Girl sword he was accustomed to, so he found a blacksmith shop to customize a sword. However, before getting the sword, he could only use a wooden stick instead. At least in terms of points, stabs, picking, etc., the wooden stick was easier than the oxtail knife.

One thing is strange. Fang Muye has been practicing swords these days, and he has obviously used the same sword technique, but he feels that using it in this world is much more powerful than using it in the Myth world, and it is much better to enhance his own strength, flexibility and other abilities.

The sword technique is still the same sword technique. Even if I practiced it for a few more days, I still haven't reached the level of improvement. The only thing that has changed is the world.

Fang Muye thought for a long time, but he could only temporarily attribute the reason to the upper limit of force in this world, which is higher than in the world of "Mythology".

It’s like a pond that can raise larger fish. The improvement of the world’s energy level has led to changes in martial arts and skills, which can make people train stronger martial arts.

A set of Taoist practices in the Dharma-Ending World may only allow people to strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives. If they are placed in a world with sufficient spiritual energy, they may really make people become "gods".

Fang Muye also thought that if he went to Mr. Jin's martial arts world, perhaps his Yue Girl swordsmanship would be even more powerful, and could show the style of Yue Girl A Qing, and compete with thousands of troops.

No matter what, it is always a good thing to change like this.

Fang Muye practiced the sword for an hour and was not tired, but he saw that it was late at night and went to rest.

Early the next morning, Fang Muye went to the Yamen to sing Mao, and then took a few of his constables to patrol the streets.

After leaving the yamen and turning two streets, several people sat in a stall, ordered a few buns and bowls of porridge, and started eating.

The sun was rising higher and higher, and more and more pedestrians were on the street, and the entire Jiaxing Mansion became lively. If it weren't for the fact that most of the people in the city were pale and thin, and the beggars who were begging from time to time appeared in their eyes, Fang Muye would have felt like he was in the folk street of the Qing Dynasty before.

At this time, the four little beggars, like four little monkeys, squatted on the ground next to the stall. If a diner had left after eating something, they would immediately rush over and swallow the remaining porridge into their stomachs.

Although they were hungry, they did not fight for it, but went in turn. If there was more food left, they would still share it with each other.

Fang Muye sighed in his heart and waved to a little beggar squatting on the ground. When the little beggar walked over in confusion, he handed over his bowl of porridge and two big buns.

Anyway, he doesn't need to eat, so he might as well give it to children who need more food.

The little beggar thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, God! Thank you, God!" Then he carefully took the porridge and buns and went to the side to share the food with the other three little beggars.

After several subordinates finished their meal, Fang Muye put more than a dozen copper plates on the table and took a few people to patrol the streets.

When he arrived at the door of Baicaotang, Fang Muye waved to the people and said, "You go. If you have any trouble, come to Baicaotang or my home to find me."

The prefect Chen, the prefect, bought an official position and was already in charge of being a corpse. Now he was disturbed by the iron monkey and was even more unwilling to do government affairs. The upper beams were not straight and the lower beams were crooked. The officials in the yamen were all full of food all day long and did nothing.

This situation has become a rash from the root. Fang Muye thought that he could not change the status quo with his own strength and was unwilling to do that meaningless move. Naturally, he was with Guang and fishing at work.

Several detectives bowed their fists and said goodbye, and they all dispersed. Fang Muye walked into Baicaotang in a hurry.

Yang Tianchun was sitting behind the table to take the pulse for someone. When he saw Fang Muye coming in, he greeted, "It's so good to be a god."

Fang Muye walked up to Yang Tianchun and said, "Doctor Yang is early." He turned around and looked around and asked, "Why didn't you see Miss Xiaolan?"

Yang Tianchun raised his thick eyebrows and replied, "Xiaolan is cleaning up in the backyard and will come over later. Is there anything wrong with the God looking for Xiaolan?"

Fang Muye laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, I just ask."

He felt a hint of jealousy from Yang Tianchun's tone, and couldn't help but feel happy, but he stopped talking, and sat quietly on the bench beside him and watched Yang Tianchun ask for consultation.

Yang Tianchun took his fingers back to take his pulse, and the patient in front of him hurriedly asked, "Doctor Yang, what disease am I doing?"

Yang Tianchun said with a smile: "Boss Wu, you are weak, have excessive sexual intercourse, lack of kidney water, and you are also in a state of dryness and heat in cooking. You are weak and unable to nourish your heart."

Boss Wu said in confusion: "Ah? How could I not be fed? Can supplementation cause disease? Doctor Yang, do you think my disease is still saved?"

Yang Tianchun said confidently: "There is! The diagnosis fee is 100 taels."

Boss Wu almost slapped the table in surprise: "Ah? One hundred taels? Why is it so expensive?"

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "You are a noble person. Of course, the medicines taken by noble people are expensive. There are expensive benefits. If you feel it is inconvenient, I can prescribe a poor prescription for you."

Boss Wu suddenly showed that you dared to underestimate me, and pretended to be generous and said to the servant behind him: "Give money." After that, he got up and left.

The servant put a hundred taels of silver on the table, took the prescription from Yang Tianchun, and chased Boss Wu.

Fang Muye saw the end from the beginning and after the two left, he couldn't help but smile at Yang Tianchun, "Doctor Yang is really high." However, he did not explain clearly whether he had high medical skills or his skills.

Yang Tianchun asked, "Is there nothing wrong with God today?"

Fang Muye laughed: "What's the matter with the yamen? That's why I came to your Baicaotang to take a look."

Yang Tianchun's eyes slanted: Look? What are you looking at? Are you looking at people?

Fang Muye didn't notice Yang Tianchun's eyes, thought for a while, and asked seriously: "Doctor Yang, I want to learn medicine with you. I wonder if you are willing to teach?"

Yang Tianchun suddenly felt a little unhappy in his heart and said to himself: Learn medical skills from me? Why? Do you still want to stay with me for a long time?

Yang Tianchun felt that Fang Muye wanted to study medicine with him because the drunkard was not about drinking.

In fact, Fang Muye really wants to learn medicine because he found that most of the top experts in the world are also very skilled in medicine, such as Yang Tianchun in front of him and Huang Qiying far away in Guangdong. In a few years, Huang Feihong will become a master.

It seems that the fellow practitioners of medical and martial arts can add to each other.

Seeing that Yang Tianchun was stunned and said nothing, Fang Muye shouted, "Doctor Yang?"

Yang Tianchun came to his senses, looked at Fang Muye with a strange look, and asked, "God, why do you want to study medicine?"

Fang Muye straightened his body and said righteously: "I just feel that since an official cannot save this chaotic world, it is better to study medicine to treat the suffering patients."

After hearing Fang Muye say this, Yang Tianchun couldn't help but be moved. He thought of the words Fang Muye said yesterday, "If there were all good officials in this world, there would be no iron monkeys." Looking at Fang Muye's eyes, the vigilance had disappeared, replaced by a hint of admiration.
Chapter completed!