When Meng Qi and Mo Li came out, they were taken to the backyard. Peng Xianren was watching a few apprentice-like people at the low table to prepare medicine.

These apprentices are quick to move, and they don’t use the brass meter next to them at all. They can tell the weight by just grabbing them.

Others thought that they could make perfect practice and had excellent instincts, but Mo Li noticed that one of them walked slower and hit the person behind. In an instant, the movements of the two of them were messed up for a moment. The error was very small, so they adjusted immediately. However, the hand that grabbed the medicinal materials was not so stable. It was not until the medicinal materials cabinet that they had finished walking around the medicinal materials cabinet did not return to their skilled appearance.

Rows of medicinal cabinets, you can find the clues by looking at the wear level of the brass handle.

——These people have studied medicine, but their qualifications are mediocre. They may not be as good as an ordinary apprentice in a pharmacy shop when they are placed outside.

At least we should take medicine according to the prescription outside. We should see different prescriptions every day. Most of these people have to take this prescription for many years.

"One portion of medicine, three portions of water, decoct the head and take it immediately, and two portions of the medicine will wait for two hours before leaving."

After Peng Xianren finished giving instructions, the servant ran out of the door with his tied medicine bag.

When she turned around, she saw Meng and Qi coming out, Xianren Peng was shocked.

Just now, he felt that these two men stood out in the crowd. They might have been from a noble family, but now they seem to be underestimating them.

The old saying goes that people need to wear clothes for Buddha and gold. No matter how good the brocade and jade robe is, it cannot cover the breath that comes from people's bones. Peng Xianren is already in his seventies. He has seen many people and has cured illnesses for the prominent literary scholars. There are more than a dozen disciples under the great scholars, all of whom are talented and wear black scarves and blue cloth robes. Peng Xianren can still tell their origins and temperament at a glance.

Some things are hard to erase no matter how they change.

The simpler the clothes are without decorations, the more you can see a person's essence.

In order to cover up, Meng Qi Moli had more or less retained a bit of a embarrassed appearance. Now, when she changed her clothes, she combed her scattered hair neatly, revealing her forehead and face. Peng Xianren suddenly realized that his guess was wrong. The origins of these two people were even more unusual than he thought.

——They are too calm and too calm.

First, I encountered a rare storm, and then arrived at a "strange" village. Can normal people sit still? I must ask a lot of things. Those with prominent identities cannot tolerate such simple conditions. They dislike rough clothes, bulky and dirty tables and chairs, dislike tea and too broken houses.

It is absolutely impossible to sit down without any grudges, pick up the tea bowl and take a sip.

"You put the medicinal materials." Mo Li said affirmatively, while identifying the smell of tea.

It's very bitter, but it's not the bitterness of inferior tea itself.

"Ginger, Pueraria root, ephedra..."

After these medicinal materials are simmered, the soup is mixed into water and brewed with ginger and tea leaves.

Mo Li frowned and said, "Why don't you take medicine directly? Such tea may not be effective if it lacks medicinal properties."

"I don't know when the flood will retreat. I want to wait for the caravan selling medicine to come, maybe one month later."

Peng Xianren didn't expect that Mo Li could tell the medicinal materials added by drinking tea. However, he used common prescriptions. As long as he had studied medicine and knew a few wind-cold prescriptions, he could report a bunch of them after tasting one. He didn't need to taste them all at all. He could be misunderstood, so he was just alert and still smiled, "I never thought that a passerby who understands medicine came today."

Mo Li paused and said meaningfully: "I thought there would be many doctors coming to Lingyao Village."

Peng Xianren's face changed slightly.

The lights in the house are not bright enough, so it is difficult to detect if others change them.

Meng Qi sipped the tea - it was too bitter and didn't want to drink it - looked inside the house. It didn't look like there was an organ. As for the secret room and cellar, it was like this one. The furnishings of the wing rooms were simple, and everything was very consistent with the fishing village.

If you want to talk about the special thing, it is probably this medicinal material cabinet on the entire wall.

Excellent wood, brass wraps, and three buckets of fine woodworking, it is almost impossible for such an exquisite carpenter to live in a fishing village.

"The Lingyao Village is not named because of the many medicinal materials, but is a good medicine for life-saving. The two are from Kuaiji County. Maybe they don't know that there is a strange disease near Pengze that will cause water. If you don't take the medicine immediately, even if the miracle doctor is helpless after the disease occurs, you can only wait for death." Peng Xianren stopped smiling and said in a deep voice, "But you don't need to worry, you have already grasped your medicine and ordered someone to cook it."

"My father-in-law has a kindness, and I will receive it. There is no need to leave the medicine for the people in the caravan outside." Meng Qi said, playing with the tea cup in his hand.

Peng Xianren was shocked when he heard this and hurriedly said, "I see that this gentleman knows pharmacology and medical skills. If he is worried when he is away, I can re-prescription the medicine and ask the servant to cook it in person."

"Peng Xianren misunderstood."

Meng Qi put the teacup down and said with a smile, "I just heard that this evil disease was caused by the grievances of the previous life. Drinking medicine can drive away evil and avoid disasters. According to this... I am born with blessings, so I probably don't need to drink medicine."

Peng Xianren's face was white and blue.

The servant and the warrior in the room glared at him.

"Peng Xianren, forget it, he refused to drink medicine, and he didn't give money!" One of them lowered his head, but his tone was a bit malicious, "He started to have a fever in a few days, and he might not necessarily have a spiritual medicine if he wanted to ask for it."

"Okay!" Peng Xianren shouted.

He waved his hand and said to everyone, "You can leave."

When the others heard this, they were anxious and said in a verbal voice: "How can this work? They are disrespectful to Xianren Peng."

"Yes, it's not good to save people. Since we think we want to make money and kill people, let them leave."

Peng Xianren smiled bitterly in his heart. It was difficult for these two people to deal with, so how could they send them away easily?

He sighed and pointed to the person who stayed, and the others left the house reluctantly.

The person who stayed behind was in his thirties, dressed and looked very ordinary, but he was the only one with internal strength.

His martial arts are better than ordinary people in the martial arts world. In Meng Qi's eyes, he could not stop him. He gently covered the door and walked over to rub the forehead of Xianren Peng.

"Oh." Xianren Peng breathed a long sigh and shook his head, "You two don't believe me, I don't feel surprised. I also disdained these strange powers and gods in the past, but..."

He didn't continue to say the following words.

The originally kind-hearted face looked old and tired under the faint light of the candle.

Meng Qi thought to himself that decades were probably a very long story, and he was about to push the teacup quietly to the table.

Then Mo Li saw it.

Meng Qi was inexplicably guilty and quietly picked up the teacup again.

Mo Li: "…"

No, in fact, it’s okay if you don’t drink this tea, the dragon vein will not get cold.

Peng Xianren did not notice their actions. He woke up and said tiredly: "The evil disease is true. Today, the two of you must take medicine. It will be too late to drink this medicine the day after tomorrow..."

"Because the disease has already entered the body with the bloodline?" Mo Li stared at Peng Xianren and said in the latter's surprise gaze, "How could it be too late? There is another prescription at that time."

Mr. Qin told Mo Li that there were more than a dozen prescriptions for this kind of evil disease, because after the disease reaches its late stage, it will cause many internal organ problems, and it can even barely kill you. As for the prescription before the onset, Qin Lu himself could not make up his mind because when the disease occurred, the "evil" had penetrated into the internal organs and blood vessels of the patients, and it was still growing and unable to be eliminated. If you continue to investigate, the "evil" entered the body a few years ago. If you had not kept treating the pulse and treating the villagers near Pengze, you would not have found any trace of "evil".

The first chance, that is, the best chance, is the high fever after several days of touching the water.

As long as the treatment is done properly, the date of the disease can be greatly delayed and even the disease will not occur for the rest of your life.

Why do you take medicine before fever?

After all, touching water does not mean that you will definitely get infected.

Mo Li recited the prescription under Peng Xianren's horrified gaze.

Peng Xianren couldn't even speak clearly: "You, how did you... know this prescription?"

"My teacher told several doctors near Pengze that they had told me about the prescription in the past year, and many people should know it." Mo Li frowned slightly and still showed his identity directly.

"What? You are actually Brother Qin's disciple?!" Peng Xianren stood up suddenly, then his eyes were dizzy, thanks to the people next to him who supported him.

The warrior obviously had also heard of Qin Lu and looked at Mo Li in shock.

"Uncle, take a breath and sit down first." The warrior hurriedly took out the medicine bottle.

This familiar action made Mo Li feel guilty, and he remembered Qin Lu.

Peng Xianren was well maintained and looked like he had no illness, but time was unforgivable. Peng Xianren was not a martial arts master, so he got up so hard that he almost fainted.

"Huh, I'm fine." Xianren Peng sat down slowly and ate a heart-protecting pill with hot water.

He looked at Mo Li, half of his emotion and half of his surprise: "I'm asking to call him a virtuous nephew... When Brother Qin practiced medicine in Pengze, it was decades ago. At that time, he had no disciples. Later, he heard about Brother Qin's traces from the caravan, and there was no news after Chu died. Brother Qin is in good health. He is about eighty years old this year, right?"

"My teacher has been living in the mountains and forests for many years. She is old and has a good health."

"Naturally, this is nature." Peng Xianren nodded repeatedly and sighed, "Brother Qin is good at martial arts, and he will never have any problems living until he is a hundred years old. Unlike the old man who has not had many days in his twilight years. Alas, Pengze is very humid. Every time it rains, my bones are sour. I don't know when I get sick and I can't get up again."

"Uncle!" The warrior hurriedly stopped him, but his eyes turned red.

Peng Xianren patted the palm of his junior's hand, and suddenly shed two lines of tears on his tired and old face. He raised his hand to wipe it away, and then said to Mo Li with shame: "I asked my nephew to watch a farce. When I saw the jokes made by the old man, it was my nephew here. If it was Brother Qin, I wouldn't know what kind of face he would meet him."

Mo Li originally thought that Peng Xianren's mysterious words were famous.

But people will change. If the friends Mr. Qin made in the past become foolish men and women like the Holy Lotus Hall, and use medical skills to cure evil diseases and pretend to be immortals, Mo Li will not tolerate it. Just like Mr. Zhang wrote a medical theory, only by spreading the prescriptions and medical skills, can more people learn it, which can truly "save" people.

If you cherish your own broom, hide your own place and deceive the people, or even blackmail them, that is a evil way.

After entering Lingyao Village, Mo Li found that things might not be that bad, but she still had to listen to Peng Xianren explain the whole story.

Moreover, Peng Xianren was obviously unwilling to tell the past to outsiders, so Mo Li could only tell her identity.

"If my family teacher is here, I will definitely be confused with me. I wonder what happened to Pengze over the years?"

"This matter is a long story."

Peng Xianren looked bleak, his body shook, and the blue veins on his back were protruding.

However, the younger generation around him could not control the resentment in his eyes and said first: "Mr. Qin is here, and he is indeed surprised that he left a prescription. He also traveled all over Pengze to tell the people here that the disease could be cured. He also found all the doctors from all over the countryside with his uncle and treated the patients with them. Why did those people repay their grudges, drive away or even beat the doctors who saved their lives to death?"

"What?"

Mo Li was really surprised.

Meng Qi's expression also changed suddenly, and he thought a lot in an instant, including the Holy Lotus Altar, the Ning King, and the Xiliang native Ayanpuka, even Fengxing Pavilion.

But he never expected what the warrior said next.
To be continued...