Chapter 60 9. Journey

Su Changshan set up the cauldron for boiling medicine found in the ruins, with peppers, coptis and other things piled up beside him. Ximen Mu watched in horror as the smoke rose in the middle of the night: "Ghost, isn't he trying to destroy our sense of taste with poison?" "He doesn't have that ability." Shen Zhu snorted, speaking objectively and seeking truth from facts. "Is the soup made by Su Lang delicious?" Tang Xiaotang asked. "I'll tell you responsibly—" Ye Fangting pointed out very loyally: "You'd better take laxatives directly."

The pot was boiling hot, and Su Changshan patted the ashes on his skirt and stood up: "Tang Xiaotang, if you have some spare time, you can treat Jun Wuyi's leg as soon as possible." "There is a medicine to cure the legs—" Tang Xiaotang spread his hands: "There is no such thing on the mountain." She didn't look like she was joking: "This medicine is called 'flowing water'. It has been extinct for 130 years, and there is only one mansion in the world that remains." "Where is it?" Ye Fangting asked hastily. "This family is famous for being stingy, and the descendants have sworn not to give rare treasures to outsiders--"Medical Practice Rare Records" records that in the past century, more than a thousand medical experts went to seek medicine, and three hundred and twenty The masters went to steal the medicine, but they all returned in vain." Tang Xiaotang looked at them sympathetically.

Su Changshan's expression changed subtly: "Luoyang Rong's family?" The puzzle takes a dramatic turn. While cooking soup, a certain idler began to chop wood "ping-ping-pong-pong". "What is he doing? Chopping firewood?" Tang Xiaotang asked shamelessly. "Maybe everyone expresses their happiness in different ways." Ye Fangting spread his hands. "Lazy people never waste energy." Shen Zhu snorted: "Even if you want to express your happiness, you will just sleep comfortably." Facts have proved that Shen Zhu's judgment is correct.

Su Changshan never does meaningless things.Within two hours, a temporarily new wheelchair was surrounded by people. Wheelchairs are not uncommon, but it is the first time for miracle doctors to see wheelchairs that can be folded and tucked under their arms. "Foldable wheelchair!" Tang Xiaotang leaned forward curiously: "Can I sit?" "This is for people who can't walk." Su Changshan glanced at her. But as soon as he finished speaking, Tang Xiaotang grabbed the wheelchair and unfolded it, sat on it, patted left, patted right: "Not bad." Seeing that Su Changshan and Ye Fangting were silently despising her, Tang Xiaotang turned her head away, but happened to meet Jun Wuyi's eyes with a helpless smile, and she finally had to give up her seat in distress.

"Without a wheelchair, it's inconvenient to move around." Su Changshan picked up Jun Wuwu and put him on the wheelchair: "The height should be just right." Ye Fangting stared at Su Changshan, and found that he was really strange.He was the one who broke the wheelchair before, and he is the one who rebuilds the wheelchair now.In desperation, he didn't give Jun Wuyi an inch of leeway, he was tough and cramped, but now that hope is close at hand, he is magnanimous instead. "Tang Xiaotang, your calligraphy and painting—" Lu Zhao's loud voice came from the ruins.He couldn't bear to part with those buried panaceas, so he kept searching in the ruins, and even found several volumes of calligraphy and paintings for him.

"Xiaoye, go get it for me." Tang Xiaotang was looking at the sky sadly because he couldn't sit in a wheelchair, and commanded Ye Fangting weakly. There was no reason for Ye Fangting not to help, and immediately ran over to bring those tattered scrolls. Turning over the paper scroll regretfully, Ye Fangting said "ah", "What a beautiful calligraphy." "I wrote it." Tang Xiaotang regained his energy. "Excellent." Ye Fangting gave a thumbs up. "Of course——" Tang Xiaotang was about to continue talking proudly, when Shen Zhu frowned and said to Ye Fangting: "When Tang Xiaotang talks about those calligraphy that are difficult for gods to recognize, he will become a chatterbox, you provoke this Huatou, are you bothering?"

All the young and old in Xiaoyao Miracle Doctor School supported Shen Zhu's conclusion with their eyes. Tang Xiaotang's self-esteem was greatly hurt, and she pulled Ye Fangting up: "You guys who have no appreciation! Xiaoye, let's go to other places to study calligraphy and ignore them." Under the starlight, two girls lie down and read calligraphy. Ye Fangting was ignorant, didn't know what is good or bad about calligraphy, she thought everything Tang Xiaotang said made sense, but she was so sleepy in the middle of the night that she began to doze off. "Actually, men are also like calligraphy—" Tang Xiaotang pushed her: "Take your general as an example, it is a beautiful regular script."

Ye Fangting lost all sleepiness: "Are you talking about my general?" "Guanghua's introverted regular script is dignified and graceful, with inseparable tenacity and imperceptible depth." Tang Xiaotang pinched the tip of the grass on the ground: "Does it look like your general?" "Like." Ye Fangting nodded vigorously and looked at her adoringly. "Well, Su Lang is a free running script, with flowing talent and passion, with the utmost sincerity and affection. He will neither be scribbled and difficult to recognize and hurt people's hearts, nor will he be so rigorous and orderly as to be boring. How many beauties have been missed by the romantic mood?"

Ye Fangting opened his eyes wide. "And Shen Zhu—" Tang Xiaotang let out a snort with hatred for iron and steel: "This person is scribbled by nature, and he does his own way of cursive script. Right and wrong are not as important as free writing. Freedom is simply his. life." "Tang Xiaotang!" Ye Fangting looked up at her: "You are a real talented woman!" Tang Xiaotang's appearance is sweet, and when she smiles, her two rabbit teeth are even more charming, and the starlight is densely woven on her long braid, which is very beautiful. Ye Fangting suddenly approached her and asked in a low voice, "Do you like my general?"

"Your general is certainly more handsome than Su Lang, but in terms of handsomeness, Shen Zhu is not bad." Tang Xiaotang put his chin on his hand and thought for a while. Ye Fangting protested: "That's not true! My general looks much better than Shen Zhu!" "He seems to have a lot of responsibilities, but my only responsibility is to be happy." Tang Xiaotang muttered in a low voice. "My general has a gentle temperament and is kind to everyone!" Ye Fangting patted his chest. "Being gentle to everyone means not being gentle enough to a certain person. Because it is difficult for women to feel their own specialness in him." Tang Xiaotang said distressedly: "Girls would rather find someone with Interesting man—someone like Su Lang."

"Isn't it?" Ye Fangting opened his eyes wide, a little disappointed. Tang Xiaotang didn't answer her question, and pointed out: "You treat one more favorably than another." "Su Tong has never been short of girls to like." Ye Fangting thumped the ground: "You molested my general, but you are not responsible for him!" At dawn, everyone was awakened by the sound of knocking pots. Su Changshan held the pot in one hand and the soup spoon in the other, making a deafening gong sound: "The soup is ready, let's get up and taste it." Lu Zhao scrambled to get up, and leaned towards the pot: "I don't smell any bitterness, is this really bitter soup?" Su Changshan was full of confidence in his leisurely appearance, and he also prepared a spoon for tasting soup, and handed one to Lu Zhao: "Try it and you will know." Lu Zhao took a sip suspiciously, and his old face immediately twitched. "How is it?" Ximen Mu leaned over. "Bitter—bitter—" Lu Zhao dropped the soup and sprinted towards the creek not far away, obviously tortured to the point where he couldn't survive. "Is it really bitter soup?" Ximen Mu waved his fan: "But I want to drink salty soup." "You drink it, it's salty." Su Changshan said leisurely. Ximen Mu took a sip, and his complexion changed several colors in an instant: "You—how much salt did you put?" As soon as he finished speaking, he also rushed towards the stream. Those who didn't believe that Su Changshan could make multi-flavored soup were stunned. Qi Guigui immediately jumped over curiously, couldn't wait to take a sip of the soup and drank it, and suddenly said: "It's so bad...how come there is such a bad sweet soup, vomit..." "Shen Zhu." Su Changshan called his name. With the lessons learned from the past, Shen Zhu hesitated vigilantly, and finally tasted a little out of curiosity, and was suddenly so hot that he coughed violently! "Tang Xiaotang." Su Changshan continued to roll the roll. Tang Xiaotang cautiously walked to the front of the pot, stretched out his fingers to dip into the soup. "Aren't you afraid of getting dirty?" Su Changshan looked at her. "Will anyone want to drink your pot of soup?" Tang Xiaotang glared at him, tragically putting his soup-stained finger to his lips. A flock of crows flies by. "..." Tang Xiaotang looked around: "It's light." All eyes were on her, and on Su Changshan collectively. Su Changshan did not complete this problem, and Tang Xiaotang did not drink the sour soup. Therefore, Shen Zhu and Tang Xiaotang had to go down the mountain. In Xiaoyao Miraculous Doctor School, those who make mistakes will be punished to go down the mountain, and the length of time to go down the mountain depends on the size of the fault—this is why every few years, there will be a miraculous doctor who hangs the pot to help the world. "I really don't know how Su Tong's soup is made. Everyone else tasted it differently, only the small sugar tasted tasteless! Strange, strange." Ye Fangting was puzzled. Shen Zhu snorted lightly. Ye Fangting knocked on the melon seeds happily: "You and Xiao Tang just happened to go to Luoyang with us, and we found Brother Rong to ask for some medicine to cure my general's leg and then go up the mountain, isn't it just right?" "What do people who eat non-stop all day long know?" Shen Zhu said impatiently, "You can just call it 'Ye Bu Bu' from now on." "Miss Ben, don't call me by that name!" Ye Fangting protested against the nickname: "Pig—you are Shen Zhu—" "They are arguing again." Tang Xiaotang spread his hands. Su Changshan was obviously not interested in such insignificant things as quarreling, but Jun Wuyi looked at the creek not far away with concern and shook his head. "Shanshita may be looking for us, your legs are too eye-catching." Su Changshan pondered. "I have a good way," Tang Xiaotang smiled innocently: "I can definitely - hide, go, go, sea!"