How many times the group portrait is spring

As the two walked all the way, Mo Lingyun just chatted and chatted to pass the time.

"By the way, why does our sect have a bad relationship with Medicine King's Valley?" Mo Lingyun thought, Xuantianzong and Medicine King's Valley are both pillars of orthodox monks, so why is the relationship between the two so embarrassing.

"Do you know Taoist Qingxuan, the master of Qingyun Peak?"

"I know, this master-uncle is a strange person. He has both practiced talisman and medicine. He merged the two peaks of medicine and talisman with his own power, and changed his name to Qingyun." Mo Lingyun felt that the six main peaks of Xuantianzong, this Qingxuan Taoist, was one of the two peaks. Master Feng, there are very few people who don't know such a strange woman.

"Uncle Qingxuan, formerly known as Duan Qingxuan."

"Duan... the Duan of Medicine King Valley?"

"Ah."

Duan Qingxuan, the youngest daughter of the Valley Master of the Medicine King Valley, is also his favorite daughter. She is extremely intelligent, and she is actually a medical genius. Qingxuan suddenly severed ties with the Duan family, and also put aside his relationship with Yaowanggu, and resolutely worshiped under the Xuantian sect.

Xuantianzong had always cherished talents, and they had absolutely no reason not to accept people like Duan Qingxuan, so they naturally accepted Duan Qingxuan as their sect.

This is how the feud between Yaowanggu and Xuantianzong ended.

Mo Lingyun was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a moment. Are all geniuses so capricious nowadays?

"Duan Changkong paid homage to Changchuan Academy..."

"He didn't break up with Gu En, the medicine king." Jing Rong understood Mo Lingyun's meaning, but there was no need to say too much, it was the grievances of the previous generation after all, since the previous generation didn't get along, the younger generation couldn't say it either. What.

On the other side, Duan Changkong knelt in the ancestral hall for half an hour as soon as he returned to Yaowanggu. Compared with seeing people, he now wants to find a place to lie down.

His second sister came over with the ointment, and said helplessly, "Grandfather has come out and is waiting for you to see him in the main hall."

Duan Changkong was paralyzed and said, "Give me some time, I'll take it easy."

Grandpa definitely still remembers the fact that he sneaked into the door of Changchuan Academy without saying a word, he went out of a valley, and when he came back, he almost lost his grandson, combined with his grandpa's loss of his beloved daughter and disciple Kneeling for half an hour is really an extremely friendly punishment.

His maternal grandfather, Duan Cheng, was over three hundred years old and is currently the owner of the Medicine King Valley.

When Duan Changkong walked into the main hall, Duan Cheng was looking at the hundreds of sketches in the hall with his back turned to him, and said lightly: "You boy, if you don't say anything, you will come back."

"No, it's a little urgent, and I'm in a hurry to see you grandpa as soon as I come back." Duan Changkong chuckled, he was very easy to act like a baby with his elders.

"Stop being cunning, I will hand over this Medicine King Valley to you sooner or later. If you have played enough outside, you should also think about when you should come back." When Duan Cheng turned around, Duan Changkong couldn't bear it. I can't help thinking that after not seeing him for a year, my grandfather seems to have aged a lot.

"Grandson knows." Duan Changkong unconsciously softened his tone. Although his grandfather was a bit strict and rigid most of the time, he really thought about them, the juniors.

He asked Duan Cheng to discuss a lot of medicines to support Zhang Chuanze's frontier, and before he left, he couldn't help exhorting: "Grandfather, I met that on the way here, so who..."

"Who." Duan Cheng raised his eyes.

"That's who, Yan that, he said he's going to take a walk in the valley, you should be careful." Duan Changkong was at a loss for words for a moment, he knew that his grandfather could tell who it was even if he didn't say clearly.

"Understood." Duan Cheng lowered his eyes a little, and his thoughts were empty.

Duan Cheng has been obsessed with medicine all his life, and he has a little talent, otherwise he would not be the owner of the Valley of the Medicine King. In the field of medicine, he has only met two amazing talents so far. One is his daughter Duan. Qingxuan, there is another one, who is the No. 1 ghost doctor Yan Huai who is now famous all over the world.

Even the latter is much more transparent and good at learning than the former.

Compared with these two, his grandson Duan Changkong is much duller and more honest, but what Duan Cheng values ​​is Duan Changkong's honesty, the proud people have betrayed Yaowanggu one after another, his old body can't bear it again .

Even if he wasn't Yan Huai's master at all, he just gave him some pointers in his spare time.

Yan Huai concealed his identity and changed his face to learn medical skills under Yaowanggu's sect. In fact, he didn't touch any core things, but he learned seven or eight out of ten of Yaowanggu's inheritance with his extraordinary comprehension ability.

Such an extremely smart and easy-to-understand apprentice revived Duan Cheng's long-suffering thoughts about accepting apprentices. At that time, he tried verbally to test Yan Huai's willingness to join him.

Duan Cheng was modest and cowardly, but Duan Cheng realized later that this person really didn't care whether he could be his apprentice or not after knowing his true identity.

Who is this person? He is the No. 1 ghost doctor who makes ghost doctors frightened.

The title of ghost doctor No. 1 was not his, but the cunning and treacherous Qianqiu, but Yan Huai worshiped under Qianqiu's sect, and then killed his master to prove the way and replaced the name of Qianqiu No. 1.

Look, look at who Duan Cheng values. It's not as good as Duan Changkong. Although there is no one talent in a million, he wins because he has a firm heart, and he won't fall into the devil one day.

Thinking about the burden of this period, he sighed heavily, Zhang Kong would not tell lies, that is to say, Yan Huai was really on his way, no matter why he came, it would not be a good thing for them in Medicine King Valley.

*****

It will take some time to prepare medicinal materials. Mo Lingyun also temporarily lived outside the valley. He found that there are many medicine fields around here. Collecting herbs, this blue-clothed bamboo basket, comes and goes in an orderly and not in a hurry, quite hermit style.

"Master, I remember that we also have a lot of ginseng under the pine tree in Lingxiao Peak, is it planted by the doctor in Qingyun Peak?" Mo Lingyun muttered with his face propped up in one hand.

"Most of them grow naturally, and some are planted by disciples of Xinglinju."

"Will they also go to harvest ginseng when the season is right?" Mo Lingyun looked at the disciples bowing to collect herbs in the distant medicine field, and remembered that when he was in Lingxiao Peak, the main peak was so big, it was not usually clean.

"If the disciples of the Medical Pavilion need it, they must inform them in advance." Jing Rong responded, there are also many medicine fields in the subordinate peak of Qingyun Peak, and he does not mean that the disciples of the same sect of the Medical Pavilion can easily set foot in Lingxiao Peak. When Xiaofeng picks, it is often necessary to report to him in advance.

So so far, there are still many old ginseng in the pine forest of Lingxiao Peak.

"I suddenly felt that the pine forest is very good. It can grow ginseng and raise black-bone chickens. It doesn't matter. Ginseng and black-bone chicken soup is wonderful." Mo Lingyun laughed as he said, obviously because his thoughts diverged to the point where he wanted to disperse in Lingxiao Peak. Went to raise black-bone chickens.

The deity Jing Rong looked at the landscape that he only had in Lingxiao Peak: the sea of ​​clouds among the pine trees, such a scenery praised by the world, his apprentice wanted to raise chickens in it, which was quite an idea.

but.

"Elder Lin probably won't allow it." Elder Lin is responsible for the landscape planning of their Xuantian Sect. Even if the peak master wants to make some changes to the landscape of his subordinate peaks, he still needs his permission. Without his consent If you do it without authorization, you will be shoveled as an illegal crop.

For example, the peak master of Wangui Peak once planted Chinese cabbage at the entrance of Wangui Hall. The next day Elder Lin found out about it, he didn't even have a single root of his pile of cabbages.

"Hey... Having said that, I suddenly want to go back to the sect." Mo Lingyun sighed, "I want to cook something delicious for Master, and I want to be with Master."

Mo Lingyun suddenly turned his head and asked: "Master, I'm leaving, will you be bored in the sect alone?"

Jing Rong was taken aback, "I have lived like this for decades."

"But, it's different. Don't you think it would be happier if someone is with you?" Mo Lingyun blinked.

"I don't understand." Jing Rong pursed her lips and answered slowly.

"Don't you miss me?" Mo Lingyun felt aggrieved, every time he couldn't eat the delicious Jing Rong, he missed him very much. So Jing Rong didn't miss him?

"I..." Jing Rong was at a loss for words, he didn't know what to answer, but now it seemed that nothing was right.

"Well, it's fine if you don't want me, I miss you, whoever told you to be my master." Mo Lingyun curled his lips, and continued to watch the disciples of the Medicine King Valley gather herbs with his face propped up.

Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun with his back turned to the back of his head, his thick black hair was firmly restrained by a finger band, and the high ponytail was gently swaying with Mo Lingyun's movements, and it was dyed a layer of warm color under the setting sun.

It was a familiar scene where he watched Mo Lingyun practice martial arts many times.

Maybe you want to?Jing Rong thought to himself, but didn't say anything.

Mo Lingyun and the others lived outside the Yaowang Valley for a while, and when Duan Changkong packed up his things, it was already the end of spring when they embarked on the journey again.

Duan Changkong planned the route to Changchuanze, drew a stroke on the southern border with a pen, and said, "Here, it's better not to pass by."

"Why? Isn't southern Xinjiang the only place to go to Changchuan Ze?" Mo Lingyun always insisted on asking when he didn't understand.

"There's too much controversy. It's better for us righteous disciples to go less often. Besides, we may not be welcomed there." Duan Changkong ticked a few more strokes on the map, "Brother Mo should avoid going to these places."

Mo Lingyun looked at the map drawn by Duan Changkong, looked up at him, and called, "Junior Brother Duan."

"Huh?" Duan Changkong, who was planning to continue drawing, couldn't help but become a little more solemn when he heard Mo Lingyun's tone, and was ready to listen carefully when he met Mo Lingyun's gaze.

"You're so serious all of a sudden, I'm not used to it." Mo Lingyun turned around.

"..." Duan Changkong choked up, "I'm just telling you the common sense of cultivating the world, so that you don't even know if you are sold out."

"Yeah, let's go." Mo Lingyun nodded, but what he thought in his heart was, no matter how you look at it, Duan Changkong is better than him, right?Although he has no strength value, he is followed by his master.

For someone as honest and stupid as Duan Changkong, the market is definitely much better than him.