MTL - He is From Great Sea of Stars-Chapter 95 you are drunk

"Master, why do so many people hate Chentianmen, it is still so powerful?"

The wheel of the car rolled around on the official road, Qiyu leaned against the window, and from time to time secretly opened the curtain to look outside, thinking of something, turned his head again, and asked the plain-clothed woman in front of him curiously.

The woman raised her head from the ancient pharmacopoeia, her tone was light,

"You have to ask the leader of Chentianmen."

The little girl murmured, "But I don't know him."

"And he's so scary, I don't dare to ask."

Huo Xingchao leaned against the wall of the carriage, closed his eyes, heard the words, and opened his mouth one after another.

"Qiyu, do you know where the most powerful place in this world is?"

"Are you at the Tiantianmen?"

"of course not."

He opened his eyes, pointed to the east with his finger, and said in a casual tone, "It's Miyagi."

Qiyu opened his eyes wide,

"Is it the palace?"

"Yeah. Whether it's Jianghu or martial arts, it sounds nice. In fact, in the eyes of the imperial court, they are nothing more than third-rate and nine sects, a mob. Any sect, even Chentianmen, if the imperial court really wants to kill, it can't stop it at all. ."

Qiyu frowned,

"But my master is very powerful. They all say that he is more powerful than the imperial doctor in the palace!"

"Who are they?"

The man chuckled lightly, with a casual sarcasm in his tone, "Most of them are ordinary people who have never seen the world."

The little girl was not convinced and didn't know how to refute, she stood up in a hurry and pointed at him,

"Don't say that to my master!"

"Let me ask you, Queshan has been famous for more than ten years, but have you seen any dignitaries come to the forest to seek medical treatment?"

"certainly......"

"certainly."

He leaned against the carriage, with a lazy tone, interrupting Qiyu's eagerness to try,

"Some local wealthy owners, such as sesame petty officials who don't even have the qualifications to enter the DPRK, don't need to talk about it."

The little girl pouted and stared at him angrily.

"I'm telling the truth. Count down the famous doctors, Bian Que, Hua Tuo, Zhang Zhongjing, etc., who have written medical classics or created a precedent. Can your master and master have their own prescriptions?"

Qiyu opened his mouth and turned his head to look at the girl in white.

Cheng Zhiyi looked at him with a light tone,

"There may be some, but compared with the ancestors, it is not worth mentioning."

"It's not worth mentioning."

Huo Xingchao nodded, the corners of his lips curled slightly, but what he said showed no mercy at all.

"I have seen the classics in your study. The imperial physicians have read the books you have read. The imperial palace has everything you have not read. There are several more rooms of ancient medical books than you, and more than a few decades. Experience, hundreds of colleagues who can exchange experience, why do you think you can beat others?"

Cheng Zhiyi didn't speak, but Qiyu was very angry.

"You don't look down on people!"

"It's not that I despise your master. But people in this world, no matter how smart they are, are bystanders who are obsessed, and the authorities are obsessed. Your master has been praised and sought after by others. If you have always been complacent because of these, your life will be nothing but a Just a frog at the bottom of a well."

The man raised his eyes, his eyes fell on her, his tone was lazy,

"It's not that I meant to belittle you. It's just that your medical skills, compared with some famous imperial physicians in Miyagi, can only be regarded as a beginner, let alone an imperial physician. There are not no hidden wandering doctors in this world, but you, Not quite."

.....

Cheng Zhiyi raised his head, did not ask him why he knew so much about the affairs of the imperial palace, nor was he angry, just stared at him, silent for a moment.

Then look down,

"I see."

She looked calm and unresponsive.

But in fact, Huo Xingchao's words had already caused a huge wave in her heart.

As he said, since childhood, Cheng Zhiyi has been praised for his medical skills.

Her master praised her for her talent, and the martial arts people called her a genius doctor. Even Lin Jingjian, who grew up in Chentianmen, was full of praise for her medical skills.

Huo Xingchao was a person who made such an evaluation outspoken.

But her intuition told her that what he said was not wrong at all.

......

"In that case, why do you have to travel thousands of miles to find me to help you treat someone?"

She looked at him, her voice soft,

"You can find a better doctor, can't you?"

"Well."

He nodded, resting his hands on the back of his head, lazy and casual,

"But you're a female doctor. The patient I need your help to treat is hurting his leg, crying and shouting. He would rather hang himself than be touched by a male doctor. I can only settle for the next best thing."

After Cheng Zhiyi listened, she was silent for a while, then lowered her head again, and said that again,

"I see."

......

In fact, in the big paragraph just now, although Huo Xingchao was facing Qiyu, he was speaking to Cheng Zhiyi.

Qiyu didn't understand half of it, but only understood one thing - Brother Xingchao was speaking ill of her master.

She got up and stared at him angrily, her voice clear,

"We are clearly talking about the Chentianmen, why do you suddenly scold my master!"

Huo Xingchao glanced at her,

"Since the imperial palace is the most powerful place in the world, the Chentianmen has committed public anger, but it still stands firm. On the contrary, it is protected by the government. What do you think is the reason?"

Qiyu was stunned,

"Why?"

"I heard that the leader of Chentianmen is the nephew of today's sage, and the youngest son of King Cheng. Because he hates the constraints of officialdom, he stays away from the imperial court and wanders around in the rivers and lakes."

Cheng Zhiyi flipped through the book in his hand with a calm tone,

"I don't know if this rumor is true or not."

The man looked at her, smiled, and asked slowly,

"What did Lin Jingjian tell you?"

he sighed,

"Tsk, it seems that he has a personal grudge with our leader."

"Where do you infer?"

Huo Xing raised his eyebrows, casually,

"Those who know about this matter either have a deep hatred with our sect leader, or have a heart-to-heart with our sect leader."

"Do you think Lin Jingjian, such a useless little bastard, is qualified to trust our great leader?"

......

"So, he doesn't have this qualification, do you?"

"Of course I have."

The man sat up, with a bewitching smile in his dark eyes, reached out and picked up a strand of her hair, his tone was light,

"Beauty, if you follow me, I will let our sect master not eat you."

......

Qiyu opened his mouth wide and looked at him blankly.

I don't know if I was frightened, or I think Brother Xingchao is so beautiful.

Cheng Zhiyi glanced at him coldly,

"Although my medical skills are not good, if you touch me again, believe it or not, I have a hundred ways to let your hands go directly to waste here."

"I believe."

He nodded, raised his eyebrows to look at her, his voice was slow and there was a faint smile,

"Then why are you blushing?"

"......"

Cheng Zhiyi took a deep breath, and just as he was about to speak, the carriage suddenly jolted.

The solemn voice of the driver came from the front of the curtain,

"Sir, someone is following us."

There was silence.

Huo Xingchao lifted the curtain of the car window.

The carriage has moved away from the official road.

Several horses followed behind, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, a black arrowhead shot in the face.

"Ding."

He tilted his head, held the arrow in his palm, frowned,

"It's someone from the Dingshan faction, they probably recognized you."

Cheng Zhiyi was a little puzzled.

"I?"

"I didn't talk to you."

The man pursed his lips and his expression became a little cold, "Sit down and don't move."

"Don't open the window later, no matter what happens outside."

After speaking, he opened the car door and jumped out directly.

......

The carriage began to jolt violently.

Arrowheads kept hitting the carriage, but never penetrated into the carriage.

"Hahahaha, Chentian Demon disciple, if you fall into my hands today, you will inevitably die, so don't hurry up and hand over your dog's life!"

There were arrogant and wanton provocations and the sound of swords intersecting from outside.

The banging of the soldiers, accompanied by the bumping of the carriage and the impact of the arrowheads, is really scary.

Qiyu timidly hid in Cheng Zhiyi's arms and asked her in a low voice,

"Master, are we going to die?"

Cheng Zhiyi frowned slightly and said in a light tone, "No."

She took out a few small porcelain bottles from the medicine box on the side and hid them in her sleeves. She was still holding a few fine needles in her hand, leaning against the carriage, her brows condensed.

"Hey."

- This sound came from the car window that was close at hand.

Lazy and dull, with a careless smile,

"Beauty, let's play with some poison."

"Huagu Xuerong San, Qibu Snake Poison Pill, Ecstasy Heartbroken Water, just give you a bottle."

Cheng Zhiyi was silent for a while, opened the car window, and threw a small porcelain bottle out.

"what is this?"

Her voice was soft,

"It's extremely itchy."

......

"Tsk."

He chuckled and shook his head,

"What kind of a genius doctor are you, the luggage of the Jianghu warlocks is worth more than you."

"Lin Jingjian can't even give away the Bone Hemolysis Powder, what are you doing with him?"

"Miss Cheng, don't wrong yourself."

The author has something to say: Teacher: I have given you a Rolls-Royce, and he can't even give it to the Taiwanese public.

Just tell me, can such a man want?