After Shen Luo thanked him, he picked up his rice bowl and started eating. After he was full and full.
Put on the black Qiongmen costume and start waiting for the arrival of night in the room.
Unknowingly, the afternoon passed. Looking at the sunset outside the window, I felt that I was almost ready to meet Mr. Zhao.
Mr. Zhao had told him not to let him eat dinner, but of course he didn't eat it.
I just don’t understand why I can’t have dinner.
With questions in his mind, he came to Mr. Zhao's room.
Looking around Mr. Zhao's room, he saw the surrounding walls.
There are rows of bookshelves standing upright, and the bookshelves are filled with densely packed books.
"Mr. Zhao!"
Shen Luo walked into the room and saw the old man lying on the Taishi chair, and shouted respectfully.
Mr. Zhao's back was next to the Taishi's chair, holding a book in his hand and reading it attentively. He was so addicted to it that he couldn't extricate himself.
I don't know if I was so absorbed in looking at it that I didn't notice Shen Luo's arrival at all.
Seeing that Mr. Zhao ignored him, he did not dare to continue talking.
He became overwhelmed and waited aside.
Shen Luo stood for a long time. Mr. Zhao didn't even glance here from the corner of his eyes, but continued to read.
Since he didn't have dinner and waited for a while, Shenluo's stomach was already very hungry.
"Goo!"
Shen Luo's stomach made a sound, and Mr. Zhao seemed to hear the sound.
Frowning slightly, he finally closed the book and looked towards Shen Luo.
"You are here. From tomorrow on, I will teach you some common sense about collecting and refining medicine."
"After you understand this, I will teach you some simple medical skills, but I will not teach you martial arts. Are you still willing to stay here?" Mr. Zhao looked at Shen Luo and said slowly and expressionlessly.
"Disciple is willing!" Shen Luo replied.
In Shen Luo's heart, it doesn't matter whether he learns martial arts or not.
As long as he can stand out and be respected by others, just like his second uncle.
"You are hungry. There is a bowl of soup over there. You can drink it." Mr. Zhao pointed in a direction and said.
Shen Luo looked in the direction that Mr. Zhao pointed, and he actually found a bowl of soup behind a pile of books.
"Is this soup enough to keep you full? Shouldn't everyone eat and drink porridge?" Shen Luo looked at the soup in front of him and muttered in his heart.
"This soup is carefully prepared by me. Drinking it will not only fill your stomach, but also strengthen your body. Drink it!" Mr. Zhao saw that Shen Luo was a little hesitant, so he urged.
Seeing the old man urging, Shen Luo didn't think too much.
Isn't it just a bowl of soup? He immediately picked up the soup bowl and drank it in a big gulp.
Shen Luo drank the soup and immediately felt a sense of fullness.
During this process, Mr. Zhao kept squinting at Shen Luo.
Seeing Shen Luo touching his belly, he asked, "How are you? How do you feel? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Facing Mr. Zhao's question, Shen Luo replied honestly: "This soup is so amazing!"
"Haha, it's good that you know." Mr. Zhao was very satisfied with Shen Luo's answer, and then continued: "You don't need to have dinner every night from now on, just come to my place for soup."
"Really?"
"Then thank you, Mr. Zhao." Shen Luo bowed and said.
"Of course, although I can't teach you martial arts, if you really want to learn, you can go to Mr. Wang and ask for some moves." Mr. Zhao nodded and said.
After Mr. Zhao said this, he waved his hand to Shen Luo, indicating that he could go out, and then picked up the book to read.
Before Shen Luo left, he secretly glanced at the book in Mr. Zhao's hand and found that he didn't recognize the words in the book.
Since he has not read much, he knows relatively few words.
The words he knows now were taught to him by the bad old man in the village.
I don't know what happened to the old man and his parents. Shen Luo missed his relatives far away.
In the days that followed, Professor Zhao gave him some medical knowledge in the morning.
In the afternoon, he was asked to go to the nearby stone house to wait for the disciples and learn to read and write with them.
As well as some basic knowledge of martial arts, we will also practice some basic kung fu by doing horse steps and cutting grass.
Three months passed like this, and Shen Luo drank the decoction prepared by Mr. Zhao as usual.
This time he felt a strange cool feeling in his lower abdomen, flowing through his body.
"What's wrong?" Sensing Shen Luo's strangeness, Mr. Zhao asked.
Shen Luo expressed the feeling of drinking the decoction before.
When Mr. Zhao heard Shen Luo's words, his eyes suddenly widened.
He walked over and grabbed Shen Luo's arm with two skinny fingers.
Placing it on the tendons of Shen Luo's wrist, Shen Luo felt that Mr. Zhao's body was trembling slightly, and he seemed to be very excited.
Shen Luo looked at the enthusiastic look in Mr. Zhao's eyes, which made him a little shocked.
Mr. Zhao went through it and inspected it carefully.
Laughing loudly, he grabbed Shen Luo's wrist with his hands.
His eyes widened, looking at Shen Luo as if he were looking at a rare treasure in the world.
There seemed to be a hint of madness in his eyes, and Shen Luo felt a little pain from being caught on his wrist.
Seeing the crazy look on his face again, I couldn't help but feel scared.
"Okay, very good." Mr. Zhao could tell from the look on Shen Luo's face that he was a little scared.
"Yes, your qualifications now match my Zhao Ritian's skills."
"You must be wondering why I let you drink soup, right?"
"That's because the martial arts I practice is a method of resolving other people's internal forces."
"This method of practice is extremely demanding. You must continuously swallow the medicinal soup. Only when there are any abnormalities can you forcefully start practicing," Mr. Zhao explained while staring at Shen Luo.
After hearing Mr. Zhao's explanation, Shen Luo didn't know whether what the other party said was true or false.
If it were true that he had that kind of fanaticism and that look in his eyes, it would be too scary.
Mr. Zhao looked at Shen Luo's dubious look, stroked his beard, and continued.
I want to use another way to brainwash him and dispel the doubts in Shen Luo's heart.
When she saw Shen Luo, she completely believed what he said.
Only then was he satisfied and talked to him some more about medical skills and then let him leave.
After walking out of Mr. Zhao's house, Shen Luo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
Recalling the scene just now, he was dubious about what Mr. Zhao said.
After all, the look just now was too weird when trying to convince him of his words.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster, so it would be better to investigate secretly.
As for how to investigate, Shen Luo already had an idea in mind.
That is to find the big man who brought him here before. The big man had told him before that Mr. Zhao was eccentric, so he must know something.
After Shen Luo returned to his residence, he lay on the bed and couldn't sleep all night, tossing and turning.
As soon as I close my eyes, I think of Mr. Zhao's terrifying eyes.
They are both old men, so why are there such big differences?
