Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 16: Heatstroke

"Wait for my grandson to come back!"

Zhu Bianque stretched out his hand and patted Qinghong's shoulder dotingly, looked at him with a smile on his face, and asked, "Is Ma San's matter resolved?"

"Solved."

Qinghong nodded slightly, and responded solemnly: "Some bad things happened at the Huangquan Station last night, and it also involved things related to the Yin Glass Sect decades ago..."

"I know."

Zhu Bianque shrugged without hesitation, as if he was not surprised by Qinghong's mention of Yinli School, and the calm and clear look on his face seemed to have been expected.

"Grandpa, don't you find it strange that the Yinli Sect has reappeared?"

"Nothing surprising."

Zhu Bianque smiled casually, and pulled Qinghong back into the hall. After the two sat down, he said earnestly: "Actually, I knew about it after Ma San was hit by epilepsy last night. The matter may have something to do with the Yin Glass Sect."

"Besides, the Yinli Sect was not extinct back then, but most of the main force was wiped out by Master Zhu Youyin."

"After these decades of lurking, now is the time to accumulate strength. The overall strength of the Yinli Gu Master is definitely stronger than before."

"So..."

Having said that, Zhu Bianque paused for a moment, looked at Qinghong helplessly, and sighed: "I used to hope that you could take over the management of this ancestral Chinese medicine shop from me, but now I hope you You can leave Fenglin Village as far as you can."

"Why?"

Zhu Qinghong stood up from the chair with a whoosh, looked at Zhu Bianque as if he had discovered a new world, and exclaimed: "Grandpa, did I hear correctly?"

"You don't force me to take over this Chinese medicine shop anymore?"

"Yes."

Zhu Bianque took a deep breath and analyzed solemnly: "After you went to Wulong's Huangquan Station last night, I have been feeling a little restless."

"When I went to bed at night, I thought about it carefully. You are a young man, and you should have your own ideals and stage."

"If I force you to stay in this small place, Fenglin Village, and spend your whole life working as a herbalist, it will be like ruining your life."

"So, if you can be admitted to university, then go to study your favorite major, even if you become a rural teacher in the future, I will definitely not object."

"After what happened last night, I also figured it out."

"In life, as long as you can live, that is the greatest happiness."

"Now Fenglin Village is no longer safe, the Yinli Sect's Gu masters may invade at any time."

"So after this official holiday, no matter whether you can be admitted to the so-called pheasant university, I hope you can leave here and go to the outside world to create your new world."

"Grandpa..."

Zhu Qinghong only felt his nose sore, hearing his grandfather's sincere confession, he could hardly hold back and was about to cry.

Unexpectedly, in one night, Grandpa's thinking has undergone such a big change. It is conceivable how severe the scene that Fenglin Village will face next will be.

"By the way, Qinghong, you won't be staying in Fenglin village for too long."

"So I hope you can take advantage of the emotional foundation you laid with the Wulong King yesterday, and take advantage of the opportunity to learn Zhu You Yin Yang from him."

"He is quite accomplished in this area. If you can follow him to learn Zhu You Yang Yin Art, then even if you leave Fenglin Village in the future, you will still have a skill and you will not starve to death on the street."

"I..."

Zhu Qinghong frowned, and looked at Zhu Bianque with a hesitant expression, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

"What do you want to say?"

Zhu Bianque rolled his eyes, raised his head and asked, "Qinghong, don't you want to leave Fenglin Village?"

"Yeah."

Qinghong lowered his head and responded softly. After a moment of battle between heaven and man in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and said with a firm face: "Grandpa, after what happened yesterday, I actually feel sorry for myself. Life also has a new perspective.”

"It is true that I was really against your arrangement before. I have no intention of running this Chinese medicine shop, nor do I want to inherit your Zhu You Yang Yin technique."

"But after the battle with the Yinli Sect Gu master last night, I feel that I actually have a heavy responsibility on my shoulders."

"So you're not wrong, I don't want to leave Fenglin Village so much now!"

"No, there is no room for negotiation on this matter, you must leave!"

Zhu Bianque scolded without hesitation, sat up on the chair, and strode to the yard to collect the medicinal materials, leaving only Zhu Qinghong in the room with a blank face, continuing to think about what he said Life.

After the Masan Incident, Fenglinzhai, a small remote village, finally regained its former tranquility and peace.

The villagers continued to live a self-sufficient life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, enjoying themselves.

As for Zhu Qinghong~IndoMTL.com~Because his grandfather had arranged for him to go to the Huangquan Station to learn Zhu You's yang and yin techniques in advance, so during the summer vacation, he had to bite the bullet every day until he was full of ghosts. Look for Wulongwang in Huangquan Station.

Fortunately, after going back and forth, the two became more familiar with each other.

In Qinghong's heart, the serious and mysterious Wulong King gradually transformed into a peaceful and wise old man.

During these years, King Wulong has traveled far and wide, and he has seen many people and things, and his knowledge is quite extensive.

Because Wu Longwang had no heirs, since Qinghong came to Huangquan Station to learn art, he almost taught him everything he had learned in his life, and almost even passed on the things under the box to him. The momentum of treating Qinghong as the only successor.

As for Qinghong, he has lived up to expectations during this period of time. He already has a certain foundation in yin and yang, and now he is getting better and better.

From the art of geomantic omen, down to the way of curing diseases and exorcising evil spirits, he already knows almost everything by heart.

Days go by day by day, and the start of school is getting closer and closer, but it is a pity that Qinghong has not received any admission letter from any institution. There is still some bitterness in my heart.

In mid-August, Qinghong, who had finished his studies at Huangquan Station early, walked home alone under the noon sun.

When I was approaching the fence of my own house, I suddenly heard a noise coming from the house, and the footsteps in the house were also disorderly, it sounded like there were quite a few people.

Seeing this, Qinghong mistakenly thought that something happened at home, so he hurried back.

After entering the room, I took a closer look, only to see a middle-aged man in casual clothes sitting obliquely on a chair, and Zhu Bianque was beside him giving him a needle.