Proud Sword Rebirth

Yi Sen accepted his second brother's suggestion and stayed in Du Mansion while also settling the last matter.

Others don't know, but Yi Chen can guess that this eldest brother should be sending Lang Mo off on his last journey. Although he can't give Lang Mo a glorious funeral, after all, he once had a master-disciple relationship.

This disciple, who is not a disciple, still has to fulfill his share of responsibilities. Only in this way can he feel more at ease.

Yi Chen didn't have anything to say about this. After all, Lang Mo was dead. Even if Yi Chen was a stingy person, he wouldn't care about a dead man.

Du Liang also barely guessed something, but since Yi Chen didn't say anything, there was no need for him, an outsider, to care too much.

After breakfast, Yi Sen hurriedly said goodbye. Although he agreed to stay in Du Mansion, he also had his own things to do. He couldn't just idle around in front of everyone all day long. The first thing at the moment was also the most important thing.

The matter is to deal with the funeral affairs of his former teacher, Lang Mo.

After Yi Sen left, Nord Qibei also returned to the ward, and Du Liang and Du Ziteng began to treat other patients.

Yi Chen, who was not ready to leave yet, naturally continued to communicate with Du Liang, but the location of the communication was changed to the room where patients are diagnosed and treated, as well as in various wards.

Qingyi Hou came back soon. As soon as he came back, he told Yi Chen about the situation of Ye Ruofei and others, and then he went to take care of his nephew, whom he regarded as half a son.

Yi Chen followed Du Liang around, observing Du Liang's treatment, asking questions from time to time, and occasionally answering Du Liang's questions. The exchanges in this practical process, and the two people's gains were undoubtedly huge.

, on this point, both of them had a tacit understanding and did not ask about it.

Just at noon that day, a servant rushed into the consulting room out of breath and whispered beside Du Liang: "Master, there is a man outside who claims to be the Purple Emperor. He must see you. It's useless for me to say anything.

He said...he said..."

Du Liang scolded: "If you have anything to say, hurry up and don't hesitate. There are no outsiders here."

The servant glanced at Yi Chen and wondered, isn't this young man an outsider?

Well, since the master has said so, what does his servant have to worry about? He hesitated for a moment and then said with an ugly face: "He said, if you don't cure him, master, he will give the Du Mansion to Du Mansion."

I will dismantle it, and moreover, I will take you back, Master."

"Hmph!" Du Liang snorted coldly, "Purple Emperor? When did he become so courageous? Did he really bully me, the Medical Saint, and have no power to resist at all?"

Du Ziteng looked at Du Liang worriedly and said worriedly: "Grandpa, not long ago, news came from the Chu Region. It is said that the Purple Emperor's cultivation has reached the ninth level of the Sword Emperor. With his strength, this time, we

I’m afraid I won’t be able to get a good deal.”

"Oh? Is this happening?" Du Liang was quite surprised, but after the surprise, he didn't care, "What about the ninth-level Sword Emperor's cultivation? Does he think that the ninth-level Sword Emperor has the right to be arrogant? Please note,

In this sinful city, even a ninth-level sword king may not be able to speak!"

Yi Chen understood the message hidden in these words as soon as he heard it.

Looking at Du Liang thoughtfully, Yi Chen thought to himself: "It seems that this medical saint has other unknown trump cards. Otherwise, facing a ninth-level sword king, he is actually calm and composed. I'm afraid

, he relies on more than just outsiders to support him."

"Little brother, do you want to rest here for a while, or go out with us?" Du Liang asked with a smile, and there was no hint of anxiety at all.

Du Ziteng also couldn't understand his grandfather's calmness, but it was useless to be anxious at this time. He could only obey his grandfather's instructions and do everything well.

Du Liangcai is the backbone of the Du family. If the sky falls, the old man will hold him up. Although thinking this way may be a bit irresponsible and negative, the fact is that the old man is not afraid. What else does he have to be afraid of? In the worst case, he will just follow

Grandpa just ran to Huangquan Road together.

"Let's take a look together." Yi Chen smiled.

A subtle admiration flashed in his eyes. Du Liang was very happy that Yi Chen did not abandon them and run away. No matter what Yi Chen's purpose was, at least, Yi Chen's behavior was indeed what he wanted to see.

Arrived.

"Let's go! I want to see if he, the Purple Emperor, is not staying in the Chu Palace. Why is he coming to my place to cause trouble?" Du Liang said as he walked out of the consulting room with meteoric strides and a relaxed look on his face.

Du Ziteng followed closely behind, his face a little solemn, and the expressions of the two grandfathers and grandsons formed a strong contrast. The contrast was really big.

Yi Chen walked out unhurriedly and followed from a distance. The power of his soul sensed it a little, and an inexplicable smile appeared on his face: "Haha, he is actually a Xibei guy, no wonder..." He seemed to have guessed Du Liang.

That's why it's so easy.

He quickened his pace, and soon, Yi Chen arrived at the hall.

I happened to see Du Liang say to a middle-aged man in purple in a calm tone: "Purple Emperor, you are a rich man, I am a commoner, come to my common people, condescend and condescend, why?"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and said: "Medical Saint, my purpose of coming has already been made clear. Are you pretending to be ignorant?"

Du Liang shook his head and said, "Young man really doesn't know."

"Okay, let me say it again. If you can cure my injury, I am willing to pay you ten thousand gold. But if you can't cure it, I will demolish your mansion on your behalf, because the emperor's injury cannot be cured."

Injury, there is no need for your mansion to exist." The middle-aged man shook his purple robe and said, "Don't think that I won't dare to touch you as long as they support you. You have to think clearly.

Before I come here, I have a thousand or ten thousand chances to kill all of you first!"

The words are crude but not crude, at least, that is what the middle-aged person thinks.

After saying that, he looked at Du Liang with a slightly smug smile. He believed that under the threat of life, Du Liang should know how to choose. After all, no one in the world would think that he had lived enough.

Du Liang stared at the middle-aged man and said, "Zihuang, are you sure?"

"Are you sure?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, but then sneered: "Of course, you can choose a path yourself!"

A trace of contempt slowly crept up Du Liang's face, and he said calmly: "Forget it, I said, I only treat common people, and any nobles or their relatives are not among the targets of my treatment.

, even if you are not an orthodox noble in today's mainland, you are a remnant of the previous dynasty, please forgive me for not being able to pass this test in my heart!"

"Remnants of the previous dynasty!" The middle-aged man repeated these four words through gritted teeth. The thing he was most taboo about was who mentioned this matter in front of him. This was public news, but Du Liang knew it, "You can't

forgive!"

His fists were clenched tightly, and a trace of blood came out of the corners of his mouth. Mixed with the salty taste, his twisted face looked particularly ferocious.

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