Zuo Shaoyang looked up and saw that it was Sun Qing Miaozi, the disciple of Sun Simiao's seventh disciple Shoujingzi, the beautiful little Taoist nun who had once discussed Qingxiaogong with him. Another Taoist nun was Qing Meizi, who could make people sweet when practicing art in the room; there was another one, Sun Simiao's eldest disciple Sun Sumangran, the eldest son of Sun Simiao, "named Qing Lingzi. Although this kid is not old, he always has a sinister face and rarely speaks." He really doesn't laugh.

Sun Simiao said with a dark face: "It's you three, why did you come here?" Qing Miaozi looked at him with a phoenix eye and glanced at Zuo Shaoyang." Then he quickly withdrew his eyes and glanced at Qing Lingzi. Qing Ling was half a senior brother of the Qing generation, so he naturally spoke, hurried forward and bowed respectfully: "Report to the Grand Master" "My junior sister and I think about the Grand Master and Grand Master's uncle's medical skills, and the Taoist skills are high, so I wanted to follow him out and practice, but I was worried that I would not agree, so I followed him quietly. Today, I saw Grand Master and Grand Master leaving Suzhou to the south, and I didn't dare to disturb him. "I wanted to follow him all the time, but I didn't expect that it would be difficult to eat and stay all the way, and I was worried about the two elders, so I arranged in advance "If there is any disturbance, I would like to forgive the Grand Master and Grand Master's uncle."

Qing Meizi dared not use Taoist techniques indiscriminately in front of Sun Simiao. Therefore, she did not perform the fox charming skills. However, she still said it very sweetly: "Taishizu, Grand Master, you can keep us, we will never cause trouble for you, just serve you in front of the horse and behind the horse."

Sun Simiao looked expressionless and said, "You are a little patient." Following here from the capital for a few thousand miles, but he has not looked like he has been laughing at me. How could he figure it out today, but he has to arrange this meal to show his true face?" Qing Miaozi hurriedly stepped forward, his voice clear and gentle like a nightingale, bowing and saying, "Report to the Grand Master, after we followed us into the mountainous area, we heard from the locals that "there are poisonous snakes and beasts, and there are even more powerful thieves and bandits in the mountains. We are worried, so we took the initiative to show up..."

…Hmph! In this way, "If it weren't for the high mountains and dense forests," you still have to stay with me and quietly wait for me to Quzhou? I said, why don't you follow me? Don't expect you to arrange a banquet so that I can keep you and go back immediately!"

Qing Miaozi, Qing Meizi and Qing Lingzi both changed their faces. Qing Lingzi muttered, "Junior sister, I have said that the Grand Master will not let us follow us, so I'd better go back!"

Qingmeizi Xiaobei bit her red lips gently. "I know that the Taishizu and the Grand Master are stubborn. If you want to stay, you can only rely on Zuo Shaoyang to break through. I hurried forward to the Lu Shaoyang blessings." He said in a slight voice: "Uncle Taishi, you showed your magical skills last time, which made the grandson fascinated. You just wanted to learn from the Grand Master, so you took the liberty to follow him. This is already thousands of miles away from the capital. "We are not afraid of the road being far away. If you want to go back, it's okay." However, I was worried that the Grand Master and Grand Master and Grand Master arrived in Quzhou. The food and taste were not in line with the mountains and wild places, and they were not able to live in peace. I heard that the Grand Master was from Hezhou, Bashu, and the little girl had no skills. But since I was a child, I learned some cooking techniques of Bashu cuisine with my mother. Perhaps it would allow the Grand Master and Grand Master to taste the taste of Bashu in their hometown at any time. Therefore, I dared to ask to follow the Grand Master and Grand Master to practice medicine and preach in Quzhou."

Zuo Shaoyang was happy to hear this and said, "What are you calling me? Are you from Bashu?", "Well, our family has lived in Bashu for many years. I can make any name for me! The dishes on the table were cooked by Zengpai Sun himself. I wonder if they can match the tastes of the Grand Master and Grand Master."

"Okay!" Zuo Shaoyang was overjoyed. He took a few steps and swept the dishes on the table, sucking his nose hard, and his body and mind were filled with the intoxicating aroma of Bashu dishes. Moreover, the dishes he cooked were all the food he liked, so he didn't keep his index fingers from moving. "I glanced at Qing Meizi and turned my head to Sun Simiao and said, "It's so great. The dishes I ate along the way. If he could make dishes from my hometown Bashu, it would be really great! Let's let her follow us. The three of them followed us all the way, and they were about to arrive in Quzhou. "It doesn't make much sense to let them go back, so let them follow us and help do things. Senior brother, "What do you think?"

Sun Simiao's eyes rolled, and he immediately stroked his beard and smiled, "Qing Meizi, this child, is not lying. She is from Bashu and is very good at Bashu dishes. Since my junior brother told them to follow him, that would be great."

Qing Miaozi, Qing Meizi and Qing Lingzi were all surprised and bowed together to thank them.

Zuo Shaoyang didn't care about anything else. Seeing the familiar fragrant dishes, he had already been slandering and said, "Hurry up, I'm so hungry!" All the disciples laughed and ordered to take their seats.

This meal is really good. Bai Zhihan learned the northern cuisine of Chang'an, while Qing Meizi is a typical Bashu cuisine. The two of them have different tastes, and their floral and color have their own advantages. Zuo Shaoyang was very happy to eat it, and he praised it while eating it.

Qing Meizi and Qing Miaozi are both good at talking, and they serve wine to Zuo Shaoyang and Sun Simiao from time to time, and Shoutongzi to toast. Qing Lingzi is aloof by nature and doesn't speak much. Even if she talks to Sun Simiao and Zuo Shaoyang, although she is respectful, she does not have any feelings. Only when she looks at Qing Miaozi, there is a rare tenderness in her eyes. However, Qing Miaozi is lukewarm to her and keeps toasting Zuo Shaoyang.

Qing Meizi was even more flattering and said sweetly that all kinds of difficulties in practicing Taoism were difficult. "I had to ask Zuo Shaoyang for advice. Zuo Shaoyang had just learned Taoism, and he didn't know many things, and he didn't know how to teach him, so he just smiled and drank without saying anything. But." As a result, the three of them felt that he was full of mystery and became more attentive.

While eating and drinking, he faintly heard a whimpering crying sound from a corner of the lobby. Zuo Shaoyang looked back and saw a few people in the corner of the house, sitting in a cubicle facing the street. A middle-aged literati "a strand of black beard floated under his chin. A young man next to him was sick and extremely thin, looking out the window with no eyes, as if a gust of wind was about to blow down. A middle-aged woman was sitting next to him, covering her face and crying. Behind them were several servants and maids, who were also standing with their heads down, with a solemn expression. The dishes on the table were almost not moved.

The young man seemed a little irritated and muttered, "Mom! Why are you crying? I'm not dead! Doctor Ao said, my pulse is very strong, nothing will happen!" The middle-aged woman hurriedly put away her tears, gently wiped the tears on her cheek with her sleeve, and smiled, "Mom is worried about you, my son is right. "My son lives for a hundred years, and Doctor Ao said it's okay."

"Then why are you crying? Isn't it embarrassing to see people in the restaurant?" said the extremely thin young man with a sick look on his face angrily.

The middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Yes, my child, you are just worried. The child's illness is so sick that he has reached the point of crying? Isn't it annoying? Besides, "We go to Suzhou this time and find a few local famous doctors to see his son's illness and you will be cured. Don't cry and worry." The woman said, "But the child's illness has not improved. Yesterday he could eat a small bowl of noodles, but today, he didn't even want to drink noodle soup..."

The young man seemed to be stimulated by this sentence and said angrily: "Okay! I'll eat it for you!"

I picked up a bowl of rice and dunked it into my mouth, and didn't pick up the dishes. I just used the bowl of rice as medicine. The rice was too dry, so I picked up the teacup and drank several large gulps and poured it down, and then continued to dig it.

The woman saw her son eating in anger, and swallowed it very hard, so she stretched out her hand to stop it, but she didn't dare. Her hands were just stiff in the air, and she kept persuading: "Slow down, kid, eat slowly! Don't choke..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man burped a few nausea. He tilted his head and spit out all the rice he had swallowed so hard. The bowl in his hand also fell to the ground with a bang and fell into pieces.

"I won't eat anymore! Let's go!" the young man muttered, stood up in anger, stood up anxiously, and almost fell down in a flash. The maid next to him hurriedly helped him. The young man wanted to break free and walk by himself, but he was too weak. Not to mention walking out, his feet were weak, and most of his body was almost pressed on the maid. The other two maids rushed over to support him, but they didn't dare to go out. They looked back at the middle-aged couple: "Master, Madam?" The middle-aged man sighed, waved his hand, and signaled to help him out.

Then several maids walked out with the sick young man, walked past Zuo Shaoyang and the others, looked at the sick young man carefully, sighed, and when they passed, Zuo Shaoyang stopped the middle-aged man behind: "Please stay here, brother!"

The middle-aged man looked at him in confusion: "You..., is there anything wrong?"

Zuo Shaoyang whispered: "I have a few words about your son's illness, but I don't know if you want to listen.

At this time, middle-aged people are naturally most concerned about their son's condition. When they hear this, they are shocked and bow and whisper: "Is the Lord..."

Qing Meizi next to him immediately said sweetly: "This is the president of the Beijing Barefoot Foundation, the Grand Master of Chaosan Doctor Zuo Zhong Shaoyang! He is also our Grand Master Uncle. Jinke Medical Cheung Tanhua!" The middle-aged man had never heard of the Barefoot Foundation, but Chaosan Doctor knew it. He heard Jinke Medical Cheung Tanhua, and was even more surprised. He looked at Zuo Shaoyang up and down, then looked at everyone present, and then bowed: "I wonder what the master has to teach you?"
Chapter completed!