Old Man Yao has lived his whole life and boasts that he has seen strong winds and waves, but he has never seen the art of boiling water turning into ice.

On the beam, the crow watched from a distance for a long time, and finally couldn't help but fly to the counter to take a closer look.

The dark cloud wanted to take the opportunity to pounce on it, but the crow lightly waved it away with its wings.

Old Yao raised his head and looked at Chen Ji: "What's the point of this?"

The traces are difficult to trace.

When the temperature of a saturated solution decreases, its solubility decreases and crystals precipitate.

This was a very simple statement to him, but if he wanted to explain it to the people of Ning Chao, he would probably have to start from a very far away place.

Old Man Yao fiddled with the small crystal. How come a bowl of water boiled over and over again and finally turned into ice? But it wasn't cold to the touch.

"Boy, what is this?" Old Yao asked doubtfully.

Chen Ji smiled and said: "It is what you just said, a strong and domineering thing."

Old Man Yao became even more confused: "Where did you learn the alchemy technique from, Huangshan Mountain or Laojun Mountain? But those Taoist priests don't know how to spread this kind of thing... Could it be Wuji Mountain and Taiji Mountain?"

Chen Ji was silent, he couldn't explain where he learned it.

Old Man Yao sneered: "Okay, if you don't want to say it, don't say it... I just ask you, how powerful can this thing be?"

Chen Ji thought for a moment and said conservatively: "...It hasn't been completed yet. If it is completed, it should be no problem to destroy a building, right?"

Old Man Yao stroked his beard and seemed to be considering his tone before admonishing: "Although our profession is also called 'Dragon Swallowing', we have to take it slow and don't do it too hastily. When you learn medical skills, you will be able to do a lot of things."

Officials will ask you to come to your home for consultation when you are dying. Don't be too hasty in your pursuit of success. You must know that if you take too much, you will lose."

Chen Ji understood. Master was worried that he would go crazy and use this thing to murder Ning Dynasty officials to obtain ice flow...

He hurriedly said: "Master, I am not doing it to speed up my practice, I am doing it to protect myself."

"Oh..." Old Yao nodded and lay back on the bamboo chair: "That's good, you can continue."

In the main hall, there are old people sitting leisurely on the lounge chairs, young people working with their sleeves rolled up, crows and cats chasing and playing, it is quiet.

Chen Ji suddenly said: "Master, thank you."

"Thank me?" Old Man Yao raised his eyebrows: "I've made you stupid by charging you six taels of silver? Don't go crazy in the middle of the night. I won't return the money when I get it. Don't play the emotional card.

"

Chen Ji asked with a smile: "Master, the grass is created in heaven. Hardness and softness begin to intersect and it is difficult to survive. It is in danger, Shuileitun. How to interpret this hexagram?"

This is the divination that old man Yao made before Chen Ji went to Wanxing Garden.

Old Yao lay on the bamboo chair and swayed with his eyes closed. After a long time, he said: "New opportunities are born in desperate situations. Those who get this hexagram will live towards death."

Chen Ji nodded: "So, when you went to Wanxing Garden that night, it was not because you were afraid of danger, but because you predicted that you would be able to harvest the ice flow on that trip."

Old man Yao didn't answer.

Chen Ji continued: "You said you shouldn't get involved in danger, but you still came to save me that night when I was at Zhou Chengyi's house."

Moreover, this master was cold-faced and warm-hearted. If the other party really had nothing to do with him, how could he allow Liang Gouer to live in the hospital and teach him how to practice swordsmanship?

The medical center was quiet and peaceful. Crow looked at Chen Ji quietly, with approval in his eyes.

But Old Man Yao said: "This is all your own guessing. Don't be young and think about it all day long."

Chen Ji said seriously: "No matter what you say, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me? Just don't hate me in the future," Old Man Yao said with vicissitudes.

"Hate you?"

Old Man Yao chuckled: "Do you think it's a good thing that I gave you the path to spiritual practice? When everyone was young, they thought that as long as they had the ability to transcend the mundane world, they could become great heroes in the world. But you think that the path to spiritual practice is a good thing?

What is it? It is a curse and a cage that traps all officials in the world."

Chen Ji remained silent.

Old Man Yao said with emotion: "After we have the path to practice, the master has to guard against the disciple, the father has to guard against the son, the brother has to guard against the younger brother, and the good family has fallen apart. Do you think Liang Gou'er is happy? If he is happy, he is not happy either.

You need to drink...and what you should be worried about now is what you will do if you meet other officials who practice the 'Tiger' method."

Chen Ji murmured in a low voice: "You don't want to kill them all and then pass them on to me, leaving some sequelae..."

Old Man Yao stared: "Is it my fault? What should I do? Now you give me one hundred thousand taels of silver, and I will kill him for you!"

Chen Ji changed the subject: "How many tigers do you think there are out there?"

Old Yao thought thoughtfully: "How many fires can you light with one ginseng now?"

"Two."

Old Man Yao sat on the recliner with his eyes closed and said lightly: "This is easy to estimate. Before you become a tiger, I can light three fires with one ginseng... Then, there should be only one tiger left outside.

After I die, you can light three furnace fires with one ginseng; if you kill the other tiger, you can light six furnace fires with one ginseng, are you tempted?"

It turns out that the impact of the increase or decrease in the number of people on spiritual practice is so intuitive.

When he thought of this, Old Yao slowly sat up and looked at Chen Ji in surprise: "You made this strong and domineering thing, didn't you use it to deal with me?!"

Chen Ji couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you thinking? I will definitely not stab you in the back, don't worry."

Old Man Yao was noncommittal: "People's hearts are separated from each other. Only you know what you are thinking."

Chen Ji leaned on the counter while purifying the saltpeter, and thought about it. His master was actually far less indifferent than he seemed, but no matter who wanted to get close to him, he would actively reject them thousands of miles away.

"Master, did you personally..." Chen Ji stopped mid-sentence because he didn't know if he could ask.

But I heard Old Man Yao calmly say: "You want to ask me, did you kill your son with your own hands? Yes. You must have been holding this question in your heart for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask me."

"Why did you kill him?"

Old Man Yao sneered solemnly: "Because I think he is delaying my cultivation progress. Although the imperial physician does not live on salary, he can receive several hundred taels of silver just from the consultation fees of dignitaries every year, but how can he afford to spend so much money like the Tiger King?

"With one less fellow practitioner, we will naturally spend less money. So, I killed him with my own hands."

Chen Ji had just finished purifying all the soil salt at this time. He picked up the rag and wiped his hands, then threw the rag on the counter: "You don't have to scare me. If you were this kind of person, you wouldn't pass on the inheritance so early."

Give it to him."

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Old Yao closed his eyes and was silent for a long time: "I have had no wife, no children, no daughters in my life. On the twelfth lunar month of the 14th year of Zhengde, I came home from duty at the Taiyuan Hospital. I was walking on the road when it started to snow heavily. I saw a little boy.

The beggar fell cold under the eaves. At that time, I was still kind-hearted, so I cooked a bowl of hot ginger soup from home and served it to him."

"The little beggar woke up and begged me to take him in, so I asked him how he became a beggar. He said that his parents died in hard labor and he was kicked out of the house by his uncle and aunt."

"I was not yet married at the time, so I was hesitant about taking in a beggar. At that time, I was just beginning to learn divination, and after ten times of divination, I always got the right answer. But I thought I was not good at it, so I didn't believe it.

.Finally, I decided to bet on fate and ask him his birth date."

"In the fourth year of Zhengde, on the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, the ugly hour occurred at night." Old man Yao seemed to be sighing: "It happened to be such a coincidence that he was born at the time when the tiger's path was passed down. I thought at the time, this was probably a gift from God.

Because of his fate, he was raised as his son."

At this time, Chen Ji had stopped what he was doing and sat cross-legged on the ground next to the rocking chair, listening quietly, with dark clouds squatting on his shoulders.

Old Man Yao continued to say slowly: "I had no intention of seeking immortality, so I taught him the tiger's way as early as when he was sixteen years old. I remember that the first dragon energy he absorbed came from Yang Jiancheng of the Ministry of Industry."

"The child is very smart, and he can master anything he learns. He learned good medical skills from me. There are many dignitaries in the capital, so when I am too busy, I ask him to consult people. But I gradually discovered that through his hands

None of the critically ill officials who were treated were saved. I began to have doubts in my heart and went to the door at night to seek confirmation... Liu Yushi of the Inspectorate suffered from emphysema. Although it can be cured, he prescribed poisonous prescriptions. "

"He is so smart. He is so smart that he has a thorough understanding of pharmacology. Even if he prescribes mutually exclusive poisons, other doctors will not be able to detect them. This guy, once he is too smart, he will easily take shortcuts..."

"I reprimanded him and made him kneel in the snow for three days and three nights. At that time, he was kneeling and crying and admitting his mistake. I thought he was sincerely repentant, so I did not send him to the Dali Temple Yamen. But for being so soft-hearted, he committed a crime.

What a huge mistake."

"In the next year, he acted more covertly and even secretly poisoned my food. My first crow was killed by him."

After saying that, Old Man Yao looked at the crow in the hospital: "The first one stayed with me for twenty-one years, and this is the second one, which stayed with me for fifty-three years."

The crow flapped its wings and landed on Old Yao's shoulder. It used its beak to gently comb Old Yao's white hair. Wuyun also jumped on the armrest of the lounge chair and patted the back of Old Yao's hand with its furry paws.

Chen Ji asked curiously: "What happened after you were poisoned?"

Old Yao shook his head: "I don't want to talk anymore, I'm tired."

Old Man Yao did not say what happened after he was poisoned, nor did he say how he killed the adopted son. It seemed that there were other secrets hidden.

Chen Ji suddenly recalled that on the night he came out of the Zhou Mansion, Old Yao had used divination to avoid the little beggar. It turned out that the heavy snowfall in December of the 14th year of Zhengde had chilled the old man's heart.

The passion and kindness in this world always seem to turn into a sigh.

Old Yao opened his eyes and looked at Chen Ji. In his calm eyes, he seemed to be looking at another person through Chen Ji, and he seemed to be looking at his former self through Chen Ji.

Old Man Yao slowly stood up and returned to the house: "Don't worry, I won't hinder you for too long, and you and I don't need to have a master-disciple relationship."

When Old Man Yao disappeared through the door of the main room, Wu Yun meowed: "He's afraid that you will become the next little beggar."

Chen Ji hummed: "No."

Old Man Yao brought him to the side of Prince Jing's Mansion, and carefully arranged for him to collect the ice flow, and also took Liang Gou'er in to teach him sword skills. No matter what the other party's attitude was, Chen Ji would never forget what he had done for him.

etc.

Yunyang said that Old Yao was highly respected in the Capital Hospital, but he suddenly chose to come to Luo City and live next to Prince Jing's Mansion...

Prince Jing’s Mansion?!

Chen Ji suddenly realized something: according to his speculation, Old Man Yao wanted to find another apprentice before his death to pass on the tiger's legacy.

But how can I make my apprentice grow quickly? He needs to obtain ice flow quickly.

If it were anyone else, they could only try their luck and wait for the dignitary to die.

But Old Man Yao is proficient in hexagrams, so he can naturally accurately calculate where there will be disasters and where the ice flow can be absorbed!

Old man Yao suddenly resigned and came to Luo City. The other party must have figured out that there would be a big disaster in Prince Jing's palace!

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