Chapter 249: The Forgotten Foolish Seed on the Forgotten River Ferry, the Little Medical Fairy in the Tenth Medical Clinic

One person travels a thousand miles, and the stars and the moon are in the same boat.

From the spring to the Forgotten River Ferry, Song Lin sailed alone in a boat, shuttling through the spider-web-like waterways of the Nine Springs.

at this time.

He spread out a piece of animal skin on his knees, and was carefully copying the water vein topography map he had memorized. This was in preparation for practicing the Tongyou Water Vein in the future, using the Jiuquan Water Vein as the vein to construct the Tongyou Water Vein in his body.

Simultaneously.

This was also Xu Shenglan's habit back then. I heard it originated from Song Chengfeng.

Song Chengfeng is not from Sanjiang, but from the distant Cangzhou. This is the only useful information Song Lin obtained on this trip.

"A 'useless person' who has no knowledge of cultivation can walk from Cangzhou to the underworld. He is favored by Xu Shenglan and recognized by Xu Canghai, and is recruited as a son-in-law, which makes all the heroes in the underworld jealous and envious."

"In the end, I was born a loser."

Song Lin put away the animal skin water vein map and suddenly felt that the process of his parents' acquaintance must be an interesting story.

Wow~~
The sound of the waves gradually became faster.

Song Lin looked up.

In the distance ahead, there are vague sights of ships with sails and flags of various colors anchored.

We have arrived at the Forgotten River.

He jumped up, stepped into the air, and landed in front of Wangchuan Ferry.

"It's him!"

"Yang Qingyuan is here."

"From the looks of him, he doesn't look injured."

"But I'm just holding on!"

“No matter how talented Yang Qingyuan is, he is not at the Divine Palace level. He has suffered injuries from the Divine Palace, and from the heaven and earth. He must pay a price. He wants to keep the title of the Lord of Jiuquan…”

Song Lin's arrival immediately attracted the attention of many interested people.

Listening to the quiet introductions.

Song Lin's expression remained unchanged as he strode towards the Tenth Medical Clinic.

Just before leaving the ferry, he glanced at the few people who were talking most enthusiastically.

Suddenly.

Those people trembled all over, and their backs were soaked with cold sweat.

Then he hurriedly left Wangchuan Ferry, but did not dare to stay any longer.

"I am back."

Song Lin knocked on the door of the Tenth Medical Clinic.

crunch~~
The person who opened the door was Ye Liuyun.

"How is everything going on this trip?"

Ye Liuyun asked with a smile.

"good."

Song Lin nodded, entered the clinic and sat down, pouring himself a cup of tea, "How is Mu Cheng, haha~~~"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea.

Looking at Ye Liuyun, whose face was wet, he asked, "Why is this tea sour again?"

"How dare you say that!"

Ye Liuyun laughed angrily: "In order to save Mu Cheng, Master stayed with him day and night, and I was busy all by myself, looking for herbs, boiling medicine and prescribing medicine, and also treating various minor illnesses for the elderly who came to visit."

"You tell me, I don't have time to make tea!"

"Uh……"

Song Lin looked apologetic, "Mine, mine. Thank you for your hard work, second brother!"

"Call me second brother again and I'll kill you!"

Ye Liuyun gritted his teeth.

"No more calling, no more calling, at least not within this month." Song Lin nodded.

"Just be a human being."

Ye Liuyun nodded with satisfaction.

"I'll go see sir first."

Song Lin curled up the corner of his mouth into a smile and turned to go to the backyard.

"Don't shout anymore within this month..." Ye Liuyun smiled.

suddenly.

The smile on his face faded little by little.

Today seems to be...October 25th!

Gulu~Gulu~~
"Sir." Song Lin had just walked out of the backyard when he heard the sound of a wheelchair.

"coming."

Jian Shiyi raised his head, holding a bloody cloth on a plate in his hand.

"Let me do it."

Song Lin stepped forward to take the tray, drew a bucket of water from the well, and began to wash it carefully.

"Mu Cheng survived."

Jian Shiyi watched his movements and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

It is a good habit to not use the power of spiritual practice to do these things within your ability.

Song Lin's medical skills are still at the basic stage. If he gets used to relying on his cultivation to solve problems, he will never be able to learn advanced medical skills.

"real!"

Song Lin raised his head with a look of surprise.

"Well, do you know how I saved him?" Jian Shiyi said with a smile.

"Ordinary medical skills?"

Song Lin's heart moved.

"Correct."

Jian Shiyi said: "In Mu Cheng's condition, even gods can't save him. But ordinary medical skills can. These basic medical skills are accumulated by generations of doctors from ancient times to the present."

"Although ordinary, he is good at using the power of a firefly to start a prairie fire and pry open the principles of the five elements of heaven and earth."

Listening to Jian Shiyi's patient instruction.

An idea suddenly occurred to Song Lin.

"Sir, what you mean is that the way of cultivation... is the same?"

"Of course."

Jian Eleven laughed.

Nodding and looking at him, he asked, "Isn't the five elements of yin and yang in the human body also the five elements of yin and yang in the divine palace? From the small to the big, when you truly understand this principle, you can try to break through the divine palace and build your own five palace gods."

"Disciples are taught."

Song Lin stood up, dried his hands, and bowed to Jian Shiyi with a sincere heart.

Past and Present.

He always taught me something, like a careful guide, not teaching me the techniques, but only the principles.

This is the best master in the world.

Like the old fisherman in his previous life and this life, he taught himself the most firm belief in the world.

Both are invaluable.

Meeting these two masters is Song Lin’s greatest luck in his life.

"Okay, let's go see Mu Cheng."

Sword Eleven.

"Wait, let me finish washing first."

Song Lin rubbed the bloody cloth quickly, over and over again. Jian Shiyi just looked at him, with a gentle expression and a faint smile.

After a while.

Song Lin wrung out the white cloth and hung it on a bamboo pole to dry.

He turned around and pushed Jian Shiyi's wheelchair into a side room in the backyard.

Mu Cheng was not lying on the bed.

Instead, Jian Shiyi placed it in a jar just like before. Only the trunk of its short body remained, soaked in pure white liquid like milk.

"I used the spiritual fluid from the underground spring to nourish his body, and used acupuncture to constantly adjust the five elements of yin and yang in his body. After a month, I finally managed to stabilize his life. He should be able to wake up within two or three days."

Jian Shiyi sat in a wheelchair and spoke slowly.

He said it lightly.

However, Song Lin knew that the hardships of this month were probably beyond description in words.

Especially Jian Shiyi has difficulty walking.

"Sir, is there any way to make him speak?" Song Lin said.

"With my medical skills, it's difficult."

Jian Eleven shook his head slightly.

Song Lin could not help but remain silent. Even Jian Shiyi couldn't do it, so who else in the world could do it?
"But you can."

"what?"

Song Lin was stunned when he heard this.

"My medical skills are at the level of ordinary medicine. But you have hope of becoming a fairy doctor. Use your magical skills to truly save Mu Cheng." Jian Shiyi sat in a wheelchair with his back to Song Lin, a faint smile on his face.

This is why he accepted Song Lin as his disciple.

"I……"

Song Lin pointed at his nose, somewhat unbelieving.

He was very clear about his own abilities. Why did he have the qualifications to be a fairy doctor?
"Could it be that I have the innate divine body of a medical immortal, and no one else can see it, except you, Master?"

Song Lin squatted down and looked at Jian Shiyi with anticipation.

"Go! Go! Go."

Jian Shiyi had a look of disgust on his face.

What kind of innate medical saintly body? Does this kid think he is a mortal immortal?
"Why then?"

Song Lin suddenly looked disappointed.

"You..."

Jian Shiyi smiled and said, "It just means he has two more legs than me."

"Really? I have four legs."

Song Lin stood up in surprise, constantly lifting his legs left and right to observe his feet.

"Ha ha ha ha"

Jian Shiyi was amused by his deliberate show-off.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

In these two days.

Song Lin devoted himself to learning various pharmacology and knowledge from Jian Shiyi, and treated the people who came to him. But whenever he asked him what was special about him, Jian Shiyi always smiled and passed it by.

Day three.

Mu Cheng finally woke up.

"Mu Cheng, I'm Song Lin. Xu Shenglan's son. Do you know me?"

Inside the cabin.

Song Lin and Jian Shiyi sat in front of the human pig, looking expectant.

however.

Mu Cheng just stared blankly ahead, as if the two of them didn't exist at all. His gray eyes were nothing but numb.

"He can't hear."

Jian Eleven reminded.

"Then..." Song Lin's heart moved.

He stretched out his hand and wrote in the air with the energy of wind and cloud: [Mu Cheng, I am Song Lin. The son of Xu Shenglan.]

This hand.

He had already used it very skillfully in his previous life.

Jian Shiyi looked at this scene, his eyes flickering, and fragmented memories seemed to emerge from the depths of his mind.

“Heh…”

Perhaps it was the wind and cloud that caught Mu Cheng's attention. He slowly turned his gray eyes and finally his gaze fell on Song Lin's face.

That moment.

Mu Cheng's body suddenly shook and he stared at Song Lin's face.

At this moment.

Song Lin has returned to his original appearance.

In the eyes of some old people, she is very similar to Xu Shenglan of that year.

"Uh..." A low and strange voice came from Mu Cheng's throat.

It's a simple tone that seems to say 'like'...

however.

He has lost his tongue and can no longer speak like a normal person.

Song Lin saw this and became anxious.

[My original name was Xu Lin, and now I’m Song Lin. My father is Song Chengfeng, and my mother is Xu Shenglan. You should know that, right?]

“Uh-huh~~~”

Mu Cheng was shaking all over, staring at Song Lin behind the wind and cloud aura.

He seemed very excited.

The trembling torso kept rubbing against the jar, causing the wound to rupture and gradually stain the earth spring spirit liquid red.

"Uh……"

Perhaps it was the pain from the wound that made Mu Cheng frown, but he gradually regained consciousness.

At last.

He just stared at Song Lin blankly, slowly lowered his head, and there was no more movement.

"This……"

Song Lin didn't understand and turned to look at Jian Shiyi.

"You are too concerned. Where is your usual cleverness?" Jian Shiyi shook his head and said, "He doesn't trust you. If everything is as you said, the people from the Giant Whale Gang must have used such means before."

"I think he must have tried countless cruel punishments in the world. In the end, the Giant Whale Gang still failed to pry open his mouth, and they were afraid that others would know the secret. So they cut off his tongue and poured copper liquid on his ears to make him into a human pig."

"But I couldn't bear to kill him, so I kept him until now."

Hear the words.

Song Lin nodded silently.

From Mu Cheng's perspective, he was transferred from an endlessly dark secret room to a strange little house.

Maybe it’s just the Giant Whale Gang, another conspiracy of Xu Jingting.

There is a high probability that Mu Cheng has been cheated once or even many times.

He no longer has anyone he can trust, and he doesn't dare to trust anyone in this world.

Even.

It was Xu Shenglan herself standing in front of him, or it could be someone else in disguise.

Only with such a firm belief could he keep the secret. He was lucky enough to survive to this day and was rescued from Baihua Palace by Song Lin.

Now the question is.

How can I gain Mu Cheng's trust? Let him speak?
At least.

Mu Cheng can still nod slightly or blink now.

Song Lin asked and he answered.

Some rough information can also be obtained.

Song Lin thought about it for a whole day but couldn't come up with a good solution.

After all, if it were that simple, Mu Cheng would have had his mouth pried open by the Giant Whale Gang.

Without any choice.

He could only sit in the hut every day, taking over Jian Shiyi's job of healing Mu Cheng. Then he told his story over and over again with the energy of wind and cloud.

From within the Giant Whale Gang, he suffered oppression after Xu Shenglan's death.

Song Chengfeng died of illness.

He handed over everything he had, voluntarily left the Giant Whale Gang, and lived under the surveillance of the Sixth Branch of the Xu Family.

Every time this happens.

Mu Cheng always gets excited.

I don't know whether he was happy to hear the 'good news' that Song Chengfeng had died, or was indignant at Song Lin's tragic fate.

[After killing Xu Hailong on the Green Willow Bank, I left Minjiang Prefecture and headed north...]

Famous in Shenjianyuan, blessed by the Qilin in Wuduan Mountain, the duel of two swords, the sword that suppresses thousands of swords in Cangjian Mountain, world-famous in Jiuquan Waterfall, stunning the world in Baihua Palace...

Every incident was thrilling.

This year is short and long.

Song Lin himself had never imagined that so many legendary stories would happen.

Mu Cheng also changed from being indifferent at the beginning to listening very seriously every time afterwards.

Over and over again, he never seemed to get tired of listening to it. His pair of gray eyes gradually became lively.

This is Song Lin’s plan.

Since he couldn't gain Mu Cheng's trust, he tried to impress him with his sincerity.

He was in no hurry.

Now his cultivation is not enough, and he is temporarily unable to confront the Giant Whale Gang head-on, facing Xu Canghai, who is third on the blacklist.

You can practice while waiting for Mu Cheng to recover.

(End of this chapter)