Urban Evil Doctor

Arriving outside this thatched house, Ye Fei actually felt a sense of relaxation and joy.

This feeling is so wonderful that I can't help but want to concentrate on it, calm down and concentrate on practice.

Until this moment, Ye Fei finally understood the meaning of Pang Qingqing's words.

This place, if nothing else, is definitely a good place for practice!

This place is suitable for practicing!

More suitable than any place I have ever seen.

Because it is easiest for people to calm down here.

"We're here! Let the other disciples go about their own business. Come with me!" The little girl looked old-fashioned and walked towards a thatched house with Ye Fei.

"Uncle, I'm back!" the little girl shouted into the thatched courtyard.

The door of the thatched house opened, and a middle-aged scholar with a wine gourd tied around his waist came out.

This person has cultivated in the late stage of pill formation. He is tall and majestic. He does not look like a scholar, but more like a pig butcher!

The big man came out, looked at the little girl, and hummed: "Azi, what trouble did you get into again?"

When Ye Fei heard this, he suddenly realized that this little girl's name was Azi.

I saw Ah Zi making a face at the butcher-like middle-aged scholar and saying, "I didn't cause any trouble! Only you would say that to me!"

"Then where did you go to the wild? Are you back now?" the middle-aged scholar asked.

Azi pursed her lips at Ye Fei and said, "This man posted a notice saying that he wanted to treat the old dean. I'm going to bring him here!"

"oh?"

The middle-aged scholar looked at Ye Fei, and a ray of light burst out from his eyes, as if he wanted to see through Ye Fei.

Ye Fei was naturally not afraid of such a look!

"My little brother looks young and promising." The middle-aged scholar was not as careless as the little girl, but rather polite. He cupped his hands to Ye Fei and said, "I'm sorry to ask you to come here."

"It doesn't matter!" Ye Fei replied calmly: "Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

I just gave it a try, but I can’t say it can really cure it. "

The middle-aged scholar asked again: "I dare to ask, how did you know that your master is sick?"

Ye Fei replied: "I have an old relationship with Master Qian Jiangshan, he invited me here!"

"Oh?" Upon hearing the name Qian Jiangshan, the middle-aged scholar's face showed a little doubt.

"Do you know Master Qian?" the middle-aged scholar couldn't help but ask.

Ye Fei shook his head and said, "I don't know him!"

"Then how do you say he invited you here?" The middle-aged scholar was a little confused.

Ye Fei took out a letter of recommendation and pushed it directly in front of the middle-aged scholar from a few meters away.

This magical power of [Watching Fire from afar] is quite bluffing, and it can be regarded as showing one's strength to the middle-aged scholar!

"What a trick!" The middle-aged scholar calmly grabbed the envelope, took out the letter and started reading.

Ye Fei didn't know what was in the envelope, but this was one of the means Pang Qingqing prepared for himself.

But after reading the letter, the middle-aged scholar looked at Ye Fei with a rather surprised expression, and immediately said: "Since he is the gentleman recommended by Master Qian, he must be extraordinary! Mr. Ye Fei, please follow me into the house!"

After saying that, the middle-aged scholar greeted Ye Fei and gave way to the door.

Ye Fei was also confused. He didn't know who this Master Qian was, but a letter could actually make these arrogant scholars treat him with courtesy.

But I don't care.

He only needs to do two things: treat the old dean, and then stay here to practice. As for other things, you don't have to worry about them.

Ye Fei didn't care to ask, but A'Zi was a master who broke the casserole and asked the truth. Seeing that his uncle actually greeted Ye Fei as a meeting gift, he couldn't help asking: "Uncle, who is Qian Jiangshan? Is it worth it?" Are you treating it so carefully?"

The middle-aged scholar replied: "Master Qian is an old friend of the old dean, the great elder of Shangshan Sect, and a very powerful master of weapon refining."

"I see, but why did he recommend this guy?" Ah Zi muttered, obviously unhappy with Ye Fei.

The middle-aged scholar said to Ah Zi: "Although this person does not know Master Qian, Master Qian knows him!"

"Oh? Why is that?"

Azi asked curiously.

The middle-aged scholar explained: "Master Qian was ill in the past, and he searched for good doctors to no avail. Finally, he got a good prescription, which cured his chronic illness for many years... That prescription was made by this person. So, I heard that The old dean is seriously ill, so he recommended this person to come."

"That's it!" Ah Zi nodded and said, "I can't tell that this young man still has two brushes."

The middle-aged scholar whispered: "People should not be judged by their appearance. Don't offend others carelessly."

"Oh! Got it!" Azi stuck out her tongue and said, "Then I'll make him a cup of tea."

"Go ahead."

The middle-aged scholar came back and said to Ye Fei: "Mr. Ye, sit down in the back room for a while. At this moment, a doctor from Xiliang City is treating the old dean. After he has completed the diagnosis and treatment, I will ask Mr. Ye to take action." .”

Ye Fei said indifferently to Song Xinjian: "This doesn't matter, I'll just wait."

So Ye Fei sat in the thatched house and started drinking tea.

Although this is a thatched house, the interior is very exquisite!

The porcelain used for drinking tea is definitely the best Jun porcelain, the tables and chairs are all made of rare solid agarwood, and the earthen walls are hung with valuable paintings and calligraphy!

Ye Fei admires these calligraphy and paintings!

There are many strange things in front of you!

In my eyes, what makes these paintings and calligraphy valuable is not their value, but because... I feel something else from these paintings and calligraphy!

As the saying goes, images come from the heart, and the same applies to this painting!

All the transformations are made of iron paintings, silver hooks, and clanking iron bones. The sword intent remaining in the transformations can hardly be covered up by the ink.

"Mr. Ye, do you still have research on transformation?" The middle-aged scholar accompanying him couldn't help but ask.

Ye Fei shook his head and said, "I can't appreciate paintings."

Hearing Ye Fei's words, Azi on the side laughed again: "Looking at you looking so focused, I thought you had seen something, but I didn't expect you didn't know how to pretend to understand!"

Ye Fei laughed when he heard this and said, "Why do you think about quarreling with me all the time?"

The middle-aged scholar also raised his eyebrows and said, "Azi, don't be rude!"

Hearing the middle-aged scholar's scolding, Ah Zi could only stick out her tongue exaggeratedly, and then rolled her eyes at Ye Fei.

Seeing this appearance, Ye Fei felt that he should shock the little girl, so he said: "Although I don't understand poetry and painting, I still feel something else... interesting things from these calligraphy and paintings. "