The young man in white robe suppressed his pain and bowed, "I was saved last time, but I didn't have time to repay you. I didn't expect that this time I was seriously injured, but I was saved by the disciple of the master. The word fate is indeed wonderful."

"Sit down."

Qin Sang pointed to the wooden bench opposite.

The young man in white robe sat in front of Qin Sang and looked at the main hall of Qingyang Temple, secretly surprised in his heart.

Except that this Taoist temple has a richer aura, its interior and exterior furnishings are the same as those of ordinary Taoist temples.

When he arrived, he asked some indirect questions, and the young man in white robe realized that he had made a mistake.

According to the little Taoist priest, those who come to see the sick are all mortals.

"I wonder if Taoist Master Qingfeng understands alchemy..."

The young man in white robe thought to himself.

"Eh? Qingfeng..."

The young man in white robe suddenly felt something in his heart, but he remembered something from the long past.

At the beginning, his family suffered drastic changes, and he fled into Yunding Mountain alone, and then went through all kinds of hardships to reach Yunding City.

His cultivation level is low and it is difficult for him to gain a foothold in Yunding City.

He was eager to take revenge, but he lacked a vital treasure in his technique.

At that time, he only had a few relics from his father, and he was so anxious that he took them out and sold them.

Thinking about it now, I still feel scared.

Fortunately, the laws in Yunding City are strict and the city lord is very majestic. Otherwise, this little monk in the Qi Refining Stage would have been swallowed up with his bones and flesh.

He still remembered that he exchanged the cave token left by his father for three important treasures, including not only the Huanli Stone, which was necessary for cultivation, but also the most precious Ziyuan Dan.

It can be said that it was because of that transaction that he was where he is today!

Later, he asked Manager Lu of Fudifang, and it seemed that the person he was dealing with was also named Qingfeng. Unfortunately, the other party never found him again, and he never heard of this person in Yunding City again.

The young man in white robe's heart beat violently, and he quietly looked at the Taoist Master Qingfeng.

Regardless of temperament and appearance, he is obviously not the same person.

"Probably not..."

The young man in white robe secretly shook his head.

The name Qingfeng is not uncommon. It can make the stewards of Fudifang bow their knees and the guard commander of Yunding City obey his orders. He must be a peerless powerful man. How could he stay in this ordinary Taoist temple with a humble appearance.

Moreover, if the great master took a fancy to the cave left by his father, it should be in the Fire Domain.

"There are three forces in your body, one is yang fire, one is yin fire, and there is a force of gold and mercury. It is violent and difficult to train. It is the main reason why your true energy is disordered and your injuries are getting worse. Pindao has a bottle of Yuluo San here.

, to be able to reconcile with the middle, you only need to disperse the energy of gold and mercury. It is not difficult for you to reconcile the two fires of yin and yang by yourself..."

Qin Sang took out a white porcelain bottle and interrupted the white-robed young man's thoughts.

This bottle of Yuluosan was a trophy seized from a certain sand bandit's lair.

The young man in the white robe was slightly startled and hurriedly took the porcelain vase. He no longer had the slightest doubt in his mind about Qin Sang's alchemy attainments.

The other party pointed out the crux of the matter in just a few sentences!

With this bottle of elixir, he can save a lot of time in healing.

The young man in white robe was overjoyed, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for giving me the medicine. I am deeply grateful, but I have nothing to repay..."

"Together with the medical fee and the Yuluo Powder, I'll give you one hundred thousand low-grade spiritual stones. Should you pay it now or keep it in the account?"

Qin Sang sat still, picked up the pen and licked the ink, looked at the young man in white robe and asked lightly.

The young man in white robe froze in place, looked at the line of accounts in the account book, and finally squeezed out a smile, "Can I also keep accounts?"

Qin Sang nodded, "Everyone who enters Taoism for consultation and diagnosis will be treated equally."

The young man in white robe rummaged through the mustard bag, took out the spirit stones, and said awkwardly: "I have spent too much money recently, and I only have 80,000 spirit stones left with me. The rest will be delivered within a month!"

Qin Sang put the spirit stone away without comment, "I wonder what your surname is?"

The young man in white robe hesitated for a moment, "My surname is Shi."

Qin Sang nodded and wrote down another item in the account book.

The young man surnamed Shi opened his mouth and wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by a rapid knock on the door.

Yulang was doing his homework, put down his pen, ran out and opened the door.

It turned out that a patient with an acute illness came. It was difficult to carry the patient up the mountain. Several strong men were sweating profusely from exhaustion.

The young man surnamed Shi took a step back and watched the three masters and apprentices busy.

He is obviously a cultivator, but he still works tirelessly to treat illnesses for ordinary people.

Qin Sang administered several injections to stabilize the patient's condition, while Xiao Wu and Yu Lang made medicine while the other heated hot water.

Under the dim light, even the outline of the statue became softer.

This scene makes people feel inexplicably warm.

The young man surnamed Shi stood aside and watched quietly for a while, then suddenly sighed.

"so good!"

He seemed to understand a little bit, why he lived in seclusion in the mortal world even though he was a master of alchemy.

He left the Taoist temple silently without disturbing the other party.

…

One month later.

early morning.

There was a sound of horses neighing near the bamboo forest in the school.

The next moment, several horses rushed out of the bamboo forest and galloped on the road like arrows.

On the horseback, it was Yulang and several other young men.

They hold bamboo spears in their hands and run on horseback. They also dance with the bamboo spears and perform stabbing, teasing and other movements while galloping.

The State of Yan worshiped literature as well as martial arts, and scholars were not incapable of restraining a chicken.

Chen Xiucai knew everything about the six arts of etiquette, music, archery, charioteering, calligraphy, and arithmetic, and required his disciples to learn them.

Also riding a horse and dancing with a gun, among the several young men, Yulang stood out.

I could see his body leaning forward slightly, his body and horse uniting into one, each move showing his sharp edge, showing the true meaning of this spear art.

Seeing Chen Xiucai nodding his head repeatedly, he couldn't help but secretly thought it was a pity.

He became more and more fond of this disciple and believed that one day he would be both civil and military and become a pillar of the country!

But if you let his tongue bloom like a lotus flower, this disciple has no intention of becoming an official, so there is nothing he can do.

Thinking of this, Chen Xiucai couldn't help but feel excited, shook his head and walked towards the school.

After practicing the spear skills, Yulang then practiced riding and shooting, then returned to the starting point and handed the horses to the next group of students.

After the others finished practicing, some stayed in place to watch the excitement, while others went back to rest.

Yulang picked up a bamboo spear and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest. He swung the bamboo spear in his hand, drew a gun, and used the spear as a stick to point it at the void.

"ha!"

The bamboo spear suddenly slashed down, causing a harsh whistling sound.

'boom!'

A few feet away, a purple bamboo suddenly exploded, as if it had been stabbed by a bamboo spear.

In this attack, Yulang did not use magic power or spells, but used his true energy!

After becoming a disciple of Qin Sang, Yulang once asked about martial arts, but the fire in his heart has not been extinguished.

The second art of shooting and martial arts brought back memories of the past. During my free time in the school, I couldn't help but pick up martial arts again.

I don't know if it was due to his cultivation of immortality or the effect of the medicinal bath, but he actually developed true energy.

Standing with the gun put away, Yu Lang stroked the body of the gun with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was suddenly awakened by the sound of clapping hands and turned around suddenly.

‘Papa papa…’
Chapter completed!