Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 243 Chapter 243

Chen Busan nodded, and awkwardly said, "Now tell me."

Mengcheng sighed, and said thoughtfully: "It's hard to explain in one word, let me tell you a story." Mengcheng has learned a good lesson this time, knowing that he and Wumu are people of foreign races, and they will not be loved and respected by people of other countries. Speaking of himself, he didn't mention Wumu Khan, but the story of Xuansu, a Taoist saint.

Hearing Xuan Su suddenly, Chen Busan and Chang Le both sat up straight and listened.

This once magnificent Daoist saint who suddenly disappeared is like a meteor piercing the sky, shining brightly but only for a short-lived.Although the juniors of the Jianghu would sell the name "Taomen" to save face, most of them would not know Xuansu's name when Dou Ran heard it.But Chang Le is more than 300 years old, and happened to live in seclusion near Wanzhu Island decades ago. Gorgeous women.

The two elders chatted with each other, and Mengcheng talked about it.

Only then did Chen Busan and Chang Le know that the "Wangjiangnan" on Wanzhu Island was transplanted from the Condor Eagle Empire by Xuansu. It turned out that it was this strange woman who first lived in Wanzhu Island. It turned upside down and ended anticlimacticly because of Taoist nun's interception. It turned out that the robbed cheat books were sent back to Wu Mu who lost the bet to Xuan Su. It turned out that Xuan Su disappeared suddenly because Wu Mu snatched them back to the grassland.

No wonder Mu Chen and Zhu Chao lived in peace for decades, the intermarriage between the two countries became more and more frequent, and Mu Chen's education became more and more centralized.

According to Mengcheng's narration, these accumulated unsolved mysteries, connected from beginning to end, were unraveled one by one, and the two elders suddenly became enlightened, and they wanted to listen more and more.

Meng Cheng patted his butt, dragged himself to his feet, and planned to tell the truth what he knew.But at this time it was already late, the story was long, and everyone in Wanzhumen was injured, so we couldn't just let it go.

Bian Dan was seriously injured, but fortunately, the technique was unique and did not leave any hidden dangers.Holding his weak body, he took the pulse of Wu Qian first, and heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that he was safe. After a few words, he wanted to feel the pulse of Chen Chang and the elders.

Chen Busan and Chang Le waved their hands, and told Bian Dan to heal the disciples first, so as not to be affected by hidden diseases at a young age. Bian Dan nodded and healed his disciples. Fortunately, the injuries from the fight were not complicated Syndrome, bone alignment, wound dressing, internal injury warming, and so on.

Wan Zhumen was very busy here, but the elders over there took Meng Cheng to their attic quietly.

The elders' garden, the attics of Chen Busan and Chang Le are hidden in the depths of the bamboo forest, built next to each other, elegant and quiet, suitable for meditation.

It has to be said that it is really wise for Mengcheng to use Xuansu as a foreshadowing. The rise of Mengcheng's talk, Chen Chang listened to it, came to the attic, made three cups of tea, took a sip each, and began to break down the following .

Leading out Wumu, he talked about the vicissitudes of Muchen Kingdom in the past ten years. The two elders were full of praise for Xuansu's virtuousness. They all took a high look.

Why did the war start, how did it fail, how did Wumu die in a foreign country, and how he was buried here with the Xuansu hair he carried, Mengcheng told all the details.

Even how to make money in partnership with Shenma, how hard the journey is, how to tell everything, and talk endlessly, it really feels like being frank and lenient.

Mengcheng raised his head and poured down the fifth cup of tea, put it gently on the table, and said cautiously: "Now you know the cause and effect, right?"

Chen Busan nodded and poured him another glass.

Mengcheng: "Then can I fulfill my brother's last wish now?"

Chen Busan and Chang Le looked at each other, and Chen Busan smiled and said, "No hurry! This matter will wait for Chang Le and I to talk to other people and discuss how to proceed."

The boss of Mengcheng is not happy now, the fight has been fought, and the hands have been lenient, and even the story has lost a few glasses of saliva. What do you mean by discussing?
Chen Busan comforted: "Don't worry, although Wumu is the emperor of the enemy country, but as the saying goes, the dead are the greatest, and we will leave him a resting place and give you an explanation."

Mengcheng's expression softened slightly.

Chang Le interjected: "However, the twists and turns always need to be known to several elders in the sect. As for when the ebony is to be buried, you may not know. In our Central Plains, we have to choose the day for burial, otherwise there will be collisions." The peace of the ancestors in the underworld will even affect the blessings of the descendants."

Mengcheng bowed down to be taught, "If the two seniors don't tell me about these roundabout ways, I really don't know."

Chen Busan said: "That's how it is, now we don't know each other, you can live here today, we two old people are really tired."

Meng Cheng nodded yes, bowed and retreated.

The two elders walked side by side, out of the attic, and headed towards Bianqian's residence.

Although there are many people on Wanzhu Island, it is like his own manor. He is not afraid of being whispered by others, but this time he walked for a while, and seeing that it was far enough away from Mengcheng, Chang Le asked, "Are you injured internally?"

Chen Busan nodded, remembering that it was getting late, he said, "En!"

Chang Le: "How did you get hurt?"

Chen Busan: "Of course it came out of a fight."

Chang Le: "Don't you always brag in front of me that you are a good fighter?"

Chen Busan: "If you've been to Lanling, you won't say such things. In a battlefield full of masters, it's not bad if you can come back alive. Who expects not to be injured? But you are ashamed to say that I am The injury was brought back from the battlefield. When I heard that the school was in trouble, I was afraid that you, an old tortoise, would not be able to do it. Are you injured internally? Could it be that you still go to the Red Chamber at this age?"

Chang Le: "I can't spit out ivory from the snake's mouth. I heard from the disciples who came back that the Master of Poison Valley created a special exercise. He tried it with a competitive heart. After the trial, the inner breath stirred in the body. It was completely different. As far as the stability of my kungfu is concerned, it wasn’t a big problem at first, but I haven’t been given time to adjust my breath, and my child got lost, and Mengcheng came to my door. You also know that I am not good at fighting, and I was shot shortly after I started fighting. When it hits the dantian, internal injuries appear."

Chen Busan sighed, "It's sunny every day with an umbrella, but it rains once you don't."

Chang Le didn't care about his injuries, and asked with concern, "When will you recover?"

Chen Busan took a deep breath and said: "At Yang Fan's age, he can recover his strength in three to five years. At my age, it is impossible for ten years. Haha... I am not you, can I live to the end of my life?" You couldn’t tell then.”

Chang Le: "How about I pass on my exercises to you?"

Chen Busan: "I don't want it. After learning your exercises, wouldn't I become your heir? Am I a generation shorter than you? This is not fun."

Chang Le said seriously: "Do you understand the loneliness of living alone?"

Chen Busan understood Chang Le's affection, and sighed: "Even if I learn it, it's useless. Your exercises are calm and restrained, while mine are radical and surging. With my current age, realm, and physical fitness, Learning your skills is not to increase life, but to seek death."

There is a gazebo in the bamboo grove for a rest, the two stopped and entered, silent for a while.

Chen Busan asked, "How is your injury?"

Chang Le: "The medicine stone cannot be cured."

Chen Busan: "When will it be better?"

Chang Le said: "My exercises focus on health preservation, so the speed will be much slower, about 20 years."

Chen Busan gasped, "So long?"

Chang Le: "No way, I'm old after all."

Chen Busan joked: "You are old and never dead."

Chang Le said lonely: "I have been pursuing longevity all my life, and I have really lived to such an old age, but I feel that longevity is not good."

Chen Busan: "People say they are sour when they can't eat grapes, but you say grapes are not good when you eat them."

Chang Le: "Longevity is really nothing good. When my son dies, I am present. When my grandson dies, I am present. When my great-grandson dies, I am still present. Watching your relatives leave you one by one, changing batch after batch. Batch of friends, at the end of the hustle and bustle, after all, a lonely family, long life is a blessing to others, but to me it is a curse."

Chen Busan sighed: "That's why you live alone and don't make friends?"

Chang Le took out the fire folder, shook sparks, and lit candles on the lanterns around the pavilion.The candlelight flickered on and off, imprinting on Chang Le's face a look of vicissitudes and simplicity.

Chang Le smiled and said, "Why do you make friends? Tired."

Chen Busan laughed and said, "What about us?"

Chang Le: "More bickering in life, less sadness after death."

Chen Busan suddenly said sternly: "It is said that people are old and mature, what do you think about the matter of Mengcheng and Wumu?"

Chang Le said: "Let Wumu fulfill his wish, and let Mengcheng fulfill his last wish."

Chen Busan: "The imperial court..."

Chang Le: "A dead person can't be tolerated. How can he tolerate the world? If Wu Mu's identity is known, people will naturally use it to make use of it, but the person who really sits on the throne only cares about whether the enemy is alive or dead, and doesn't care about the enemy. Where is it buried? Besides, if we don’t publicize it, won’t it be enough? Is it possible that this kind of thing needs to be beaten and drums, so that everyone in the world knows about it?”

(End of this chapter)