Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 297 Chapter 297 Young Master Can Play
Yang Fan hurriedly helped him up, "What is this for?"

Xiao Nan said sincerely: "I...I want to, Daoist! I want to worship you as my teacher...to be, to be your disciple."

Yang Fan replied bluntly: "No."

Xiao Nan raised her head and looked at Yang Fan desolately.

Yang Fan said: "You can't be my disciple, but you can be my disciple."

Hearing this, Xiao Nan bowed her head and shouted: "Master!"

Yang Fan helped Xiao Nan up, and said with a smile: "I don't like red tape, since you want to be my disciple, you have to obey my rules."

Xiao Nan said sincerely: "Please ask the master to order, and the disciple must obey."

Yang Fan: "First, don't knelt down to pay respects, bow your body, bow your hands, and just mean it; second, you should change into men's clothes in the future, not because you have prejudice against your dress, but because you are afraid that you will cause trouble if you dress like this. The third is that you write your own stories and experiences, the more detailed the better, the more vivid the better, after you write it, show it to me, and I will let it be published at that time.”

Xiao Nan asked curiously, "Master! I can understand the first and the second, but what does the third mean?"

Yang Fan: "Let people understand the evil intentions of imperialism behind shopkeeper Liu, educate the world, spur the world, and alert the world."

Xiao Nan bowed and worshiped, "Disciple understands."

Yang Fan smiled and said: "I have books and martial arts cheats in the car. You are studying and practicing martial arts at the same time. If you don't understand, you can ask me. Your autobiography must be written step by step and carefully. I will supervise and update every day. "

Xiao Nan answered yes again and again.

Yang Fan carefully fed the decoction to Xiao Nan, and he left Xiao Nan's room refreshed and terrified, and whispered, "Finally let me be an auditor for a while, it's so cool!"

As soon as he left Xiao Nan's room, he saw Tong Tong approaching An Xin with an anxious expression on his face, "Yang Fan! An Xin is bleeding! Come and take a look!"

Feeling numb, Yang Fan stepped forward quickly, saw An Xin's bleeding arm, grabbed the sucrose from the tray of a shopmate who happened to be passing by him, and applied it on An Xin's arm roughly.

The shop assistant was about to reprimand him, but Yang Fan stopped him by throwing out five taels of silver. Seeing Qian's eyes open, the shop assistant bowed and saluted happily, put down the sucrose, turned around with a smile, and went to work.

Tong Tong said anxiously, "Why don't you use medicine?"

Yang Fan: "Isn't this taking medicine?"

Everyone looked at An Xin's wound again, and sure enough, the blood stopped flowing.

Tong Tong: "Sucrose can also be used in this way? No wonder when that came, people who came here said that drinking brown sugar water is enough. So it works."

Probably only Yang Fan could understand these words. He smiled but had no knowledge of popular science. He patted An Xin's head and praised: "She bleeds but doesn't shed tears. She really is a man."

An Xin cried with a sad face, "I want to cry too, but I just don't have any tears."

Yang Fan wondered, "You haven't cried since childhood, have you?"

Nodding at ease.

Yang Fan patted his forehead and said with a wry smile, "It's over, follow me."

Tong Tong gasped: "Why do you do it? It's really doomed if you don't do it."

While bandaging his son, Yang Fan said, "A slip of the tongue! I didn't mean that. I want to say that not crying is not the same concept as not being able to cry. Not crying is strength, not being able to cry is actually a defect. Forget it, forget it, In fact, it’s not that bad. By the way, how did the little guy get hurt?”

Tong Tong also looked at Yang Yang and An Xin who were embarrassed.

An Xin said responsibly, "I can't blame my sister, it's because I accidentally rubbed against the sharp edge when I was playing."

Yangyang said with a bitter face: "It's all my fault, I didn't take good care of my brother."

Well, it's all like this, if the adults still scold the children, then the adults are ignorant.

Yang Fan smiled and said: "I don't mean to blame you, just be careful next time, because no matter who of you gets hurt, it will make my heart hurt."

An Xin said carelessly: "You're lying, mother doesn't say she's heartbroken, but she will shed tears for me, you've never shed tears, how could it be heartache?"

Yang Fan said: "I, like you, can't cry."

An Xin let out a sigh, and said with a smile: "So you are also a born hero!"

Yang Fan touched An Xin's head, with a kind face on his face, he smiled and said, "Yes, we are born heroes."

A group of people stayed in the inn for a few days, during which Yang Fan refined a batch of elixir, which can be described as a small gain.Tong Tong leaves early and returns late. I don't know what to do?With the bed-wetting incident, Tong Tong had a good reason to take care of Yang Fan—she meant to urge Yang Fan to get up at night.

Yang Yang and An Xin, the two instigators, under the careful care of Yang Fan, learn something every day, improve their performance, and gain something from playing.I have to say that children with fathers are indeed happier.

Except for Lazar, Yang Sifan basically never leaves Yang Fan for more than 20 meters every day.

This made Yang Fan a little dumbfounded.

Yang Fan asked, "Why don't you go play?"

Yang Sifan: "It's nothing fun."

Yang Fan: "It's nothing fun, so you don't have to look at me all the time."

Yang Sifan: "Look at it more when you can, and you will have less regret when you really can't see it."

Yang Fan: "We are all so young, and the days are still long, so it is as sensational as you said."

Yang Sifan said seriously: "We have been in a relationship for eight years, but when it comes to getting along, it's only these days, and these days, although we get along every day, we don't actually say a few words, let alone really get along A few days. How many children and so many people do you face, even if we get along day and night, how long do we spend together? I’m afraid it’s not even an hour a day? I’m afraid it’s not a day in total. Right? What about in the future? You will meet other people, other things, and find other stepmothers and children. If one day you have something to do and need to go far away, or I grow up and need to leave, we can only miss and cannot communicate. See you. We do have many years, but we don't have many days together."

Yang Fan stared blankly at his "daughter".

Yang Sifan: "Even if it's a father and daughter, they won't really spend many years together in this life, so when they are together, why bother with each other if they can get along more?"

A string in Yang Fan's heart trembled slightly, and the demons that had troubled him for a long time suddenly melted away, and his temperament became more mellow.

At this moment, Luo Po's departure, Cheng Qing's love disaster, and the demons planted by the mummy all disappeared.

Yang Fan hugged Yang Sifan affectionately, and said seriously: "I never thought that one day I would be taught a lesson by my own daughter. You taught me that life needs to be cherished!"

Yang Sifan lay quietly on Yang Fan's chest.

The wind is high and the air is crisp, and the sky is bright and clear.

On the corner of the street, someone buys a girl with weeds.

In this situation, Yang Sifan couldn't help thinking of the first time he and Yang Fan met, looking at this man who mistakenly regarded himself as his daughter, and seeing him looking over there with pity, he was relieved, falling in love with someone who was wrong in the first place, is a beautiful thing.

They all say, "If life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and the sad painting fan." Although these words are sensational, they are ideal remarks for the poet to mourn the spring and autumn, and to be sad and depressed.

Years make people old, and the appearance is the easiest to change. The Chuanjiang River seen today is not the same water as the Chuanjiang River seen yesterday. How can the people you see now and the people you met back then be the same?
As long as the conscience is not bad and the original intention is not changed, the original intention will not change, so why bother to see it for the first time?
Yang Fan didn't know what "Yang Sifan" was thinking, so naturally he didn't understand her affection.

Yang Fan tugged at the reins of the horse, stopped the carriage with a groan, and the carriage driven by Xiao Nan stopped behind him. He didn't get out of the carriage, but just looked at the master.

Yang Fan looked at the skinny man with dull eyes, then at the girl whose hands and feet were bound and her mouth was gagged, and asked, "Whose girl are you selling?"

The man sniffed and smiled apologetically, "This is my daughter! Dear."

Yang Fan snorted, "It's not bad, how old is it?"

"Twenty-eight years."

Yang Fan said with a smile: "Selling your daughter at such a good age, you are not afraid of what others will do to her?"

The man smiled obscenely: "Hey! Aren't women born to pass on the family line?"

Yang Fan: "Even if you don't care about those things, aren't you a little younger?"

"Small is good, hehehe...the smaller...the more valuable it is, right?"

Smelling the faint smell of tobacco in the air, Yang Fan frowned slowly, "Are you selling your daughter because you can't survive?"

The man sniffed and said with an apologetic smile, "Yeah, if I don't get some money, I won't be able to live anymore?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "Does your wife know about you selling your daughter?"

The man chuckled and said, "It's useless to know, she should be the one to sell next time."

Yang Fan gave a thumbs up, and said with a smirk: "A real man! How much do you plan to sell your daughter for?"

"She's still a virgin, no 50 taels out of the question."

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I'll give you 100 taels. I want both your daughter-in-law and daughter. Will you take this business?"

The man looked at Yang Fan, pondered for a moment, and smiled apologetically, "My lord really knows how to play, I'll take this business."

(End of this chapter)