"you······"

Uncle Yang's words were stagnant, and he also stopped beating Jiang Yunqing with the bamboo pole in his hand.

"Hey! This old bone of my master doesn't have long to live. If he dies, he will die. But you are still young and your days will be long in the future. You can't live in his shadow all your life."

Uncle Yang sighed, his whole body was like a deflated rubber ball, his steps faltered, he took two steps back, and fell down on the chair.

The whole person lost that feeling of vitality and looked like an ordinary old man. His rickety body matched his old soul, as if he had reached the twilight years of his life.

"No matter what, I can't watch you die, Master, not to mention that you still have a long life in this world. We medical students, if we don't live to be more than a hundred years old, how can we be worthy of our medical skills!" Jiang Yunqing said with a playful smile. .

Although the average life expectancy of people in this era was only forty or fifty years old even in the peaceful and prosperous times, this was not true for Uncle Yang.

Uncle Yang himself is in excellent physical condition. For someone who is almost fifty years old, there is not a trace of gray hair in sight. Apart from the deeper wrinkles on his face, there is basically no sign of aging.

If it weren't for the huge amount of energy spent saving Li Xingyun, living to be 111 or 20 years old would really not be a problem.

"Looking for a shot!"

Seeing Jiang Yunqing's playful smile, Uncle Yang was so angry that he knocked down the bamboo pole and slapped Jiang Yunqing on the shoulder.

"Why are there so many lies? If you had been obedient and come to Qi Country honestly, how could there have been so many things?"

As he said this, Uncle Yang became even more angry. He always felt that Jiang Yunqing had failed him as his master, so he hit Jiang Yunqing on the shoulders and back with several bamboo poles.

Jiang Yunqing didn't say anything or resist, he just suffered it silently and allowed Uncle Yang to vent.

Uncle Yang whipped Jiang Yunqing for a long time. Even though Jiang Yunqing was as strong as he was, he was still grimacing in pain.

Maybe he was tired from playing, so Uncle Yang leaned on the chair again and sat down.

"Hey! That's all. If Xingyun really chooses that path, you two brothers will support each other!"

He sighed deeply and felt a little regretful, "Maybe I really made a mistake as a teacher. With Xingyun's life experience, maybe it will be less difficult and dangerous to take that road."

Jiang Yunqing shook his head, "Master, you are right. What is wrong is some people who have too deep obsessions."

"Maybe!"

Jiang Yunqing's comfort had no effect. Once a person decides on something, it cannot be changed by simple persuasion.

"Master..."

Jiang Yunqing wanted to say something else, but Uncle Yang rubbed his temples and waved his hand.

"I'm tired of being a teacher. You can go out first!"

"good!"

Jiang Yunqing nodded, it was really up to the master to think clearly about these things.

"Hey, Xiaotong, where is your master? I have only been out for a long time, and this person is gone. Uncle Yang, why don't you want to see me so much?"

Just as Jiang Yunqing was about to push the door open and go out, a slightly older but still powerful voice came from the courtyard.

Uncle Yang, who was still depressed just now and always felt that he was delaying his disciple by teaching him poorly, suddenly became a completely different person.

With a flash of figure, and with the afterimages floating around, Uncle Yang had already arrived in front of Jiang Yunqing, and rushed out of the door ahead of Jiang Yunqing.

"Shen Hui, you are an old guy. How long have you been eating and drinking here? Shouldn't I dislike you?"

The moment the door opened, Jiang Yunqing saw the person who had just spoken in the courtyard.

He is a tall old man, with solid muscles holding up his large robe. His 1.8-meter-long figure is not rickety at all, and his waist is straight. If it weren't for the fact that there were only a few black hairs in the gray hair, and the beard was completely pale, it would be hard to believe that this was an old man, not a young man in his prime.

However, the wrinkles on the face are still very obvious. Everyone has some troubles to one degree or another. This is not a problem that can be solved by maintenance and care alone.

"Hey, is this your protégé?"

The old man Shen Hui ignored Uncle Yang at all, walked directly past Uncle Yang, and looked curiously at Jiang Yunqing behind Uncle Yang.

During these days of visiting the Jianlu Courtyard, Uncle Yang almost boasted about his apprentice to the sky every time he talked about his successors.

What kind of medical genius is unique in the world? He is better than his master. He has already mastered medical skills at a young age. He just needs to digest what he has learned and integrate it to become a national expert.

What kind of talent is it that allows his old friend to brag so shamelessly? How can this not make Shen Hui, who is looking for a successor, curious?

"I've met Mr. Shen!"

Jiang Yunqing bowed his hands respectfully. The person in front of him was undoubtedly the person Uncle Yang asked him to come to Qi Country to find, a true medical master.

"Huh, you still know me!"

"I have heard of the old gentleman for a long time!"

This is not to brag about flattery. After entering Qi Kingdom, after careful inquiry, Shen Hui is indeed very famous. It can be said that Shen Hui is well-known in the medical community in Qi Kingdom.

Shen Hui didn't know that Jiang Yunqing had deliberately inquired about him. He just joked towards Uncle Yang: "You old guy must not have said what I ordered."

"Besides your medical skills, what else is worth mentioning?"

Uncle Yang glanced at Shen Hui. He obviously disagreed with Shen Hui's self-righteousness.

"Talk about me? How can you, an old guy, be any better?"

Shen Hui curled his lips and said disdainfully.

"My swordsmanship is remarkable."

Uncle Yang gestured with his sword finger, and the internal energy surged in his meridians, and a sword energy that could only be seen as a shadow lingered on his fingertips.

Uncle Yang is quite confident about his Qinglian Sword Song.

"Are you going to try my Wind and Thunder Fist?"

Shen Hui was also worthy of Uncle Yang. He rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists, and his strong muscles were immediately highlighted. He was really strong!

Compared with Jiang Yunqing, a young man of about the same height, it is obvious that this old man who is over fifty years old is stronger. I am afraid that only those crazy iron players can compare.

And these two old men, both over fifty years old, were at war with each other at this moment, looking like they were going to have a fight at any time.

"No, no, please pay attention to your appearance, there are still children here!"

Jiang Yunqing quickly stopped between the two of them and glanced hard at Jiang Tong.

Whether the two old men can fight is one thing, but whether he comes to persuade them is another.

The two stubborn old men wouldn't fight in front of their juniors, but there has to be a step down, right?

"Today my disciple and grandson are here, so I won't compete with you, a fellow from my hometown!"

Uncle Yang put down his hand, and the sword energy dissipated from his fingertips.

"Forget it, since you are so sensible, I won't argue with you."

Shen Hui also loosened his clenched fists and lowered his sleeves, looking like a taller old man.

Jiang Tong was selflessly eating the candied haws of sugarcane that Shen Hui bought for her, as if she didn't know that she had unknowingly become a stepping stone for the two old guys.