Flower Master in the City

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"Thank you for saving your life."

At this time, the white-haired old man had woken up, climbed up from the pothole, and sincerely thanked Xia Xia.

Just now, he suddenly went mad without warning, and the infuriating qi in his body ran wild uncontrollably. If Xia Xia hadn't given him a shot in time and released the violent infuriating qi in his body, he would have been with him by now. Mo Shouxuan was about the same, and he was blown into pieces of flesh and blood on the ground.

"Ah, Grandfather, are you all right?"

Seeing the white-haired old man, Little Daoist Nianxin immediately called out, rushed over, and supported him.

"It's fine."

The white-haired old man smiled and touched the little Taoist Nianxin's head, "You are a good boy, as good as your parents. You have worked hard all these years."

Little Daoist Nian's heart was nothing at all, but when she heard this, she couldn't help crying, and she didn't know if it was grievance or something else.

Ning Ruirui looked at the white-haired old man and the little Taoist nun with a puzzled face, and always felt that there was something in the old man's words, as if there were some secrets hidden in them.

"Three, my old bones have just lost most of their strength, and now I'm a little tired."

The white-haired old man lifted his waist with some difficulty, and said with a wry smile: "Please also invite the three of you to enter the hall and talk, I also want to have a good chat with the three of them."

"Grandpa, the outside is here..." At this time, the little Taoist nun pointed at the mess on the ground with a little bit of heart.

"Those people have calculated in every possible way, and they certainly won't leave so many traces."

The white-haired old man said lightly, "So don't bother, someone will clean up the mess."

Little Daoist Nianxin nodded, "Oh."

Ning Ruirui had indeed developed a strong interest in this concept of peace, and she also had many doubts, so she nodded.

Xia Xia and Shi Chun both had indifferent expressions, but followed Ning Ruirui into the lobby.

"Thank you again for the life-saving grace of the three, and at the same time saving An Xinguan, so as not to break the inheritance."

Entering the lobby, after the white-haired old man took his seat, he expressed his gratitude to Xia Tian and the three of them, "Since I was injured by that thief 30 years ago, I never thought that Qiu Jianji would still be able to regain consciousness one day. fortunate."

Ning Ruirui couldn't help but say, "Listen to what Mr. Qiu said, isn't this Mo Shouxuan your apprentice?"

"Of course not. I, Qiu Jianji, have been so wise, how could there be such a stupid and filthy apprentice."

The white-haired old man scoffed at Mo Shouxuan in his words, which was an extremely disdainful attitude.

Xia Xia said with a smile: "Then you didn't fall for his trick 30 years ago, which fully shows that you are stupider than him."

"Hahaha, little friend is really quick to talk, and it's true."

The white-haired old man didn't mind Xia Xia's offense. After laughing twice, he suddenly remembered something, "Oh, I'm so rude, I haven't asked the names of the three benefactors."

Ning Ruirui raised her eyes and looked at the white-haired old man, thinking to herself that the old man was still a little sane, and his speech was a little out of place.

"Don't talk, I'll make an introduction."

Shi Chun held both hands, stopped Ning Ruirui and Xia Xia's words, and said with a smile, "My name is Shi Chun, the stone of the stone, the pure and flawless pure."

Then he pointed to Ning Ruirui and said, "This is Ning Ruirui, a famous sports star in the world."

Then he pointed to Xia Xia: "He's my brother-in-law. His name is Xia Xia, the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, and the number one sky in the world."

"Okay, the introduction is over."

Shi Chun smiled and clapped his hands, as if waiting for praise.

Ning Ruirui and Xia Xia looked at each other and were speechless at Shi Chun's move.

"It turned out to be Miss Ning, Miss Shi, and Mr. Xia. They are old-fashioned and polite."

The white-haired old man bowed respectfully to the three of them, "Thank you again."

"Don't always give thanks, it's a waste of time."

Xia Xia yawned lazily, "If you have something to say, we will leave if we have nothing to do."

The white-haired old man waved his hand and said with a smile: "Mr. Xia, don't worry, Lao Dao really has something to tell you, and I would like to ask you to do Lao Dao a favor."

Summer pouted, noncommittal.

"Elder Qiu, let's talk about what happened to Mo Shouxuan first."

Ning Ruirui couldn't help asking at this time.

"If you want to talk about this person, you have to talk about it thirty years ago."

When the white-haired old man heard Ning Ruirui's question, he couldn't help but fall into memory, "You also know that Zhongnan Mountain has been a place for hermits to escape and practice since ancient times. ."

"Hermit, do you mean immortal cultivator?"

Shi Chun asked with some simplicity.

The white-haired old man hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "Not necessarily, the hermit just wants to live away from the world, away from the city, and beside the mountains and the breeze.

Cultivation is just a matter of convenience. After all, if there is really nothing to do, people will go crazy. "

"However, this Zhongnan Mountain doesn't seem to be very big, with tens of thousands of people living there, so it's not like a town."

Shi Chun was still a little puzzled, "In addition to tourism development, it doesn't seem to be quiet."

"Yes, and for these reasons, many people have come down the mountain."

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The author said with emotion: "But the real reduction in the number of hermits to less than 5,000 is because of the incident 30 years ago."

Ning Ruirui was curious and couldn't help but ask, "What happened?"

"Thirty years ago, for some unknown reason, a strange madness suddenly spread among the hermits on the mountain."

When the white-haired old man talked about this, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and it was obvious that thirty years later, he still couldn't let go of it, "People who are sick, the infuriating qi in the body will be violent uncontrollably. Healing, within three days, the meridians of the whole body will burst and die.

At that time, Lao Dao was relatively well-known in Zhongnan Mountain. Many hermits found me, but Lao Dao was not a good doctor, so he could only help them channel their true qi and temporarily suppress their illness. "

"I haven't mentioned that Mo Shouxuan yet."

Shi Chun listened with interest, while expressing his opinion, "Also, if you are sick, why don't you seek a doctor?"

"It's almost there."

The white-haired old man chuckled twice and said lightly, "At that time, the old man really wanted to invite the three most famous doctors in the arena, but at that time, the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo was in the southwest of Miao, and the distant water could not save the near fire."

"Ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo?"

Shi Chun turned to look at Xia Xia, "Brother-in-law, isn't this your master?"

The white-haired old man was surprised: "Are you actually the disciple of the ghost doctor Zhang Mingtuo?"

Xia Tian nodded: "Zhang Mingtuo, the ghost doctor, is indeed my master."

"Sure enough, a famous teacher produces a master apprentice."

The white-haired old man said with emotion, "Just now I saw your acupuncture method to relieve Laodao from madness. It's really incomparable."

Xia Xia said casually, "I learned the acupuncture method by myself, and it has nothing to do with Master."

"That Mr. Xia is better than blue."

The white-haired old man couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

"and after?"

Ning Ruirui wanted to continue listening to the story, so she couldn't help but ask.

The white-haired old man also remembered that the matter was only halfway through, so he continued: "Later, I had to find other famous doctors, but the Heavenly Doctor Xiao was missing, so there was only one demon doctor, Mo Wen Yao, who happened to be the only one left. He is in Chang'an City."

"Don't ask about medicine?"

When Shi Chun heard the name, he immediately said, "What does he have to do with this Mo Shouxuan?"

The white-haired old man replied slowly: "The relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, when Laodao found Mo Wenyao, he was already very ill, but he still agreed to visit the doctor, on the condition that I must accept his grandson as a closed-door disciple. ."

"No, he's not a demon doctor, why is he sick and dying."

Shi Chun couldn't understand, "You still believe that he can cure your disease?"

"As the saying goes, a doctor can heal but not himself."

The white-haired old man said with a smile: "Moreover, Mo Wen Yao is Shou Yuan, and he himself knows that there is no medicine to cure.

In order to solve the hermit's madness, Lao Dao agreed to his request.

After that, he arrived at Zhongnan Mountain, and indeed solved the hermit's madness. "

Ning Ruirui looked puzzled: "Since it's all solved, then why do you still..." "This is also the reason why it is called a demon doctor."

The white-haired old man said with a face of regret: "The demon doctor is probably afraid that after his own death, the old man will break his promise, so he left a hidden danger in all the sick people.

Those of us who have suffered from madness can only rely on the unique secret medicine of the Mo family to ensure that the madness will not recur. "

"This kind of person is not fit to be a doctor at all."

Xia Tian curled his lips in disdain, "My master said that as a doctor, you must cure a disease to the end, and grudges and other grievances can be resolved after the disease is cured."

The white-haired old man said regretfully: "For the past 30 years, those of us who have suffered from madness have been threatened by Mo Shouxuan, and if we refuse to comply, we will cut off the medicine.

After that, Lao Dao decided not to threaten him, so he locked me in the backyard to prevent me from committing suicide. "

"Then this Mo Shouxuan, what does he want to do?"

Ning Ruirui was a little puzzled, "Mo Wenyao played tricks on you to save his life.

But why did he control you for so long? "

"What else could it be for, of course, for immortality."

The white-haired old man sighed three times and shook his head with a wry smile.

Xia Xia said with a smile at this time: "It seems that you are all fooled. That crazy disease is also released by Mo Wen's medicine. The series of things that follow are actually all to achieve one goal, that is, immortality."

The white-haired old man nodded: "Yes, the old man has such doubts in his heart, but now that Mo Shouxuan is dead, it can no longer be confirmed."

"Such a big thing, Mo Shouxuan alone can't control it, there must be other forces behind him."

Ning Ruirui thought for a while, and then she came to her own judgment, "Maybe this so-called Yinxian Conference is this group of people doing things."

"You guessed right, but it's too late."

At this time, there was one more person in the lobby, and he said with a yin smile: "Because you are all going to die soon."

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