Chapter 399 The Kind Ancestor

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This night is a sleepless night with thousands of lights——

The man who is about to leave home to join the army will only spend the last three nights at home starting from this night.

Three days later, they will join the army, or go north, or go south, or go east, or go west!

Each of them is deeply focused on their own home, their own family.

I have never discovered that this home is so warm, so cute, and I don't want to leave so much.

That naughty and mischievous son, who he wished to hit eight times a day, was so cute and lively.

I really want to watch him mess around forever and ever...

But no.

Once Yutang is gone, my own home will also be gone.

When the country is subjugated and the species is destroyed, there will be no more Yutang. Under the overthrow of the nest, how can there be any eggs?

If the country where I was born and raised is conquered, who knows what will happen to me?

How can those invaders who are like wolves and tigers leave a way for their families to survive! ?

I would rather be a Taiping dog than a subjugated slave!

This sentence, the truth has gone through so many hardships, the voice of the Chinese people!

Thousands of households, silent wine tables.

People who drink in silence.

"Dry this glass of wine."

"good!"

"...Go and work hard, don't embarrass the folks at home."

"……good!"

"Everything is fine at home."

"yes."

"If...if..." the old father lowered his head, his pale hair trembling under the light, his face hidden in the darkness where the light couldn't reach, and he said hoarsely: "...if... there is that moment, don't forget Yes, Yutang's blood is left in your bones. We are going to fight desperately, not to surrender!"

"Dad, don't worry! The child is not a coward!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

In the end, the old man drank half of the wine and got up from the table. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it, and said in a hoarse voice: "...and your wife, have a good talk...tell her, our house, wait for you to come back. You If you don't come back, we will raise you as daughters, and in the future... we will buy a dowry for you!"

"……yes."

Thousands of lights sleepless night.

Once set off for the battlefield.

The fragrance of wine is everywhere in Yutang.

Countless old people, holding joss sticks and paper money alone, knelt down in front of their ancestors' graves, tears streaming down their faces.

"I hope that the ancestors have spirits underground, and bless the children to return safely..."

The flame of the incense candle flickered in front of countless tombs in the entire land of Yutang...

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On the other side, Yun Yang finally met the legendary descendant of the immortal medical family, Sun Chengfeng.

Lan Xiangye was also standing by, watching Sun Chengfeng take the pulse of this old Yun, with a nervous expression on his face.

Elder Yun is in a special position now, if he can't be cured, then he can only continue according to the original plan full of loopholes.

In case that Yun Zun didn't subdue the law, I'm afraid... from now on, the Ziyou Empire's good days will come!

Even if Yutang is destroyed, Ziyou Empire, as the main implementer of this layout, is bound to face the most direct and extreme revenge from Yun Zun, which is unbearable.

What's more, after suffering repeated natural disasters and man-made disasters, can the Ziyou Empire escape the coveting of other empires caused by the great loss of national power? That is a terrible consequence enough to wipe out the Ziyou Empire and the entire regime!

Thinking about it a little deeper, if Yun Zun really has gathered all the different-phase powers of the Nine Zuns, and just draws the water of the Moon Soul River and pours it in... the entire Ziyou Empire will be reduced to a country of swamps, and how many people can be left behind? living?

"It's really a strange pulse..." Sun Chengfeng frowned, put his finger on the old man's wrist, and couldn't get it off: "It's weird..."

Lan Xiangye asked anxiously: "What?"

"This... Yunlao's pulse, in terms of pulse theory, should have been cut off for a long time... but it is because there is always a vitality in his meridian that is trying to maintain it... In other words, this old Yun...cough cough, excuse me I said bluntly,...the person should have been dead for a long time...but I don't know why, but he just didn't die, so he has to live till now..."

Yun Yang praised: "Master Sun's attainments in pulse and physiology are as expected, and he is no longer inferior to Lingzu's previous years. He is very accurate!"

"Elder Yun's ability to prolong his life to this day is not only commendable, but also impossible for capable people. However...Even if Elder Yun can delay his injuries every time he overturns, it will eventually damage too much vitality and his own cultivation."

Sun Chengfeng said: "From now to now... I believe that Mr. Yun should understand in his heart that there is no room for squandering next time."

Yun Yang let out a long sigh: "Not bad."

Two words, full of heavy, dignified taste.

Lan Xiangye also sighed.

Dr. Sun's diagnosis confirmed that what this old Yun said before was true, and at the same time proved his guess, which was also true. But now that it's proven true, what's the use? The key is that you have to be able to cure him!

Only by making Lao Yun's condition better can we talk about the next step!

Lan Xiangye asked nervously: "What can Dr. Sun do?"

Miracle Doctor Sun frowned: "It's difficult..."

Lan Xiangye's heart suddenly turned half cold: "Could it be that there is no way to even try?"

Sun Chengfeng pondered for a long time after hearing the words, and then said: "Mr. Yun is well-informed, and has been lingering with this disease for countless years. I believe that he knows more about this injury than Mr. Sun. I don't know that Mr. Yun Do you know how to start diagnosis and treatment? Or the direction of treatment?!"

Yun Yang sighed softly, and said: "Actually, the direction of the treatment, and even how to start the treatment, the old man naturally knows it well, and even the specific prescriptions, I already know it well, but the problem is to get those medicines together ...but it is as difficult as climbing the sky!"

Lan Xiangye was shocked, and said: "As long as there is a way, we have hope. I wonder what kind of medicine is needed for the prescription that Mr. Yun said?"

Yun Yang said lightly: "The bitterness of dragon gallbladder, the frost of peacock tail; the sweetness of rootless water, the sourness of snow pomegranate; the spicyness of unicorn unicorn, the saltiness of immeasurable whale blood; plus... the heart of perishing star, There is also the most difficult medicine introduction, and it must be condensed into a pill with the power of the people's wish, so that there is no hope."

Master Lan Xiang was dumbfounded when he heard it, as if he was listening to a book from heaven.

Sun Chengfeng pondered for a while, and said: "May I ask who gave you this prescription? This prescription... I... I have never heard of it before."

Yun Yang glanced at him sideways, and for the first time remained indifferent, and said in surprise, "You don't know? This is the prescription given to me by your ancestor Sun Damao!"

Sun Chengfeng blushed immediately, but not because of anger, but because of shame, and an unspeakable honor: "It turned out to be the ancestor... cough cough, ancestor... Da Mao is just a code name for friends, and the ancestor's name is Sun Jishi."

Yun Yang snorted: "I'll just call him Sun Damao... so what? This bastard disappeared after prescribing me a prescription. Is he still alive now?"

Sun Chengfeng's expression became more and more respectful: "My family ancestor passed away two hundred and seventy years ago..."

Yun Yang rolled his eyes, with a touch of sentimentality on his face, and then said calmly; "Unexpectedly... After he prescribed the prescription for me, he actually didn't care about it, and died secretly by himself... It's simply unreasonable."

He said it was unreasonable, but the expression on his face was sentimental and nostalgic. Youyou said again: "Back then... your grandfather was a good man..."

The meaning of sigh is beyond words.

Sun Chengfeng respectfully said: "Senior, since we are old acquaintances with our ancestors..."

Yun Yang gave a strange laugh, and said, "What old acquaintance? Your ancestor is my sworn brother, and he is the third! This old man is the boss!"

Sun Chengfeng was taken aback: "Senior, you...are...that...the God of Dionysus who shocked the world back then?"

Yun Yang snorted: "What Dionysus, why doesn't this old man remember such a frustrating nickname!"

Sun Chengfeng stood up respectfully, straightened his clothes, and then knelt down: "Chengfeng, the Sun family, pay homage to the Grand Master! Grand Master Wanfu Jin'an, grandson... I'm so excited. Here, I solemnly apologize and make amends, and I ask the elder to forgive me."

Although Lan Wuxin had some guesses about the true identity of "Old Yun", he did not confirm it after all, especially since Lao Yun himself did not reveal his identity. ride the wind.

So before arriving, Sun Chengfeng really didn't know who he was going to treat.

When Sun Chengfeng checked his pulse after arriving, he was shocked immediately. Just looking at the pulse, the person in front of him looked like an old guy who had been dead for many years. The pulse was really weird, but since the other party was an expert , I have already stated that I have a dangerous injury, otherwise why would I ask you, a genius doctor, for this? It also makes sense.

But how can you become your own ancestor just by talking? !

But the other party and my ancestor are sworn brothers, and they are also the boss; my ancestors are all younger brothers, so isn't that my elder brother!

And Lan Xiangye, who was accompanying him, was also dumbfounded!

My grass.

What is the relationship between you guys? It seems a little too complicated!

You haven't done anything yet, why did you recognize your relatives... and one person becomes the ancestor of another person in a flash, dare you play a little more, you are so awesome, why don't you go to heaven? ...

Well, that's not right, at that level of cultivation, thinking about going to heaven is a matter of urgency, they are so awesome!

Even though he realized something, Lan Xiangye's face was still a little distorted.

He and Sun Chengfeng are friends of the president, they have known each other since childhood, and they are usually considered brothers. If this is the case, wouldn't this guy also become his ancestor?

Thinking about it this way, how could Lan Xiangye not be entangled in his heart!

Who is he? He is the head of all the officials of the Ziyou Empire, the ancestor of civil officials, and he has face to everyone, but in front of this old guy, he was directly downgraded to the rank of gray grandson!

Looking at the white-haired Sun Chengfeng respectfully calling people ancestors and elders, kneeling on the ground full of admiration, I just feel a mess in my heart, whether I want to join in the fun, and call my ancestors too , Where is the Grand Master? !

Thinking of this, Lan Wuxin immediately shivered, and really didn't want to think about it anymore!

"Get up, you are already old, etiquette is good enough, as for being so serious? That boy Da Mao was like this back then, polite and thoughtful everywhere..." Yun Yang said kindly, sighing: "But after all, good people are rewarded with good rewards. The family of medical immortals helps the world and hangs the pot, with continuous blood, and there are successors..."

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<Today is a bad day. When I was typing, I stretched my feet, and the thermos bottle fell and broke, and the hot water flowed all over the place. It's nothing, but my daughter-in-law's three small lotus lamps were charging not far away, and there was a bang, and there was a smell, one went out, bang, and another one went out, and when I rushed over, the third one went out too up...

The green smoke is curling up, and the smell of paste is also curling up...

It's been a dark day this afternoon... until now, there is still a red mark on my forehead, which looks like Nezha... >