Xianhong Road

Chapter 160
"how do I say this?"

There was a flash of divine light in King Yan's eyes, and even Yu Wenxin, who was quietly seated beside him, had a hint of curiosity in his bright eyes.

"This can be regarded as a secret in the world of cultivating immortals..."

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should say yes, and he was not sure about the guess in his heart.

King Yan smiled faintly: "The Yuwen family is one of the four major cultivating families in Kyoto. The so-called world of cultivating immortals has been in contact with me for a long time."

"Could it be that Wushuang is still a cultivator?"

"I'm not sure if it's a cultivator, but this child must not be comparable to a secular warrior. I have a guess..." Yang Fan paused, a strange color flashed in his eyes: "In the ancient books of the world of cultivating immortals , there is a record called 'Samsara'."

"Reincarnation?!" Both King Yan and Yu Wenxin were shocked.

In the secular world, there is also the theory of reincarnation, but sensible people know that this is nonsense.

"Yes, there is also the theory of 'reincarnation' in the world of cultivating immortals, but it is just a legend, and no one can really confirm and verify it. Because according to the theory of reincarnation, after death, when a living being enters the next life, it will lose everything. memory."

Yang Fan said that he also has many guesses and mysteries in his heart.

He had already asked Wushuang before to confirm that this son was not reborn after taking his home.

Seizing the house is a big taboo in the world of cultivating immortals.That is to say, after the monk died, the spiritual body escaped, obliterated the consciousness of other living beings, and took their physical body as their own, so as to achieve the purpose of "rebirth" or "reconstruction".

Of course, seizing the house will only be performed under the last resort conditions, and the probability is very low: the target of seizing the house is too weak to bear the spirit body, and if the target is too strong, it will be swallowed by the other party's spirit body.

Moreover, the more times the house is seized, the lower the probability will be.Under normal circumstances, after the first successful seizure, some factors will be lost in the spirit body, and it will be extremely difficult to seize the next time.

"I don't know if King Yan knows some clues about Wushuang's identity."

Seeing King Yan bowing his head in thought, Yang Fan couldn't help asking.

"Actually, Wushuang was recommended by someone to come to the capital... that person has a pivotal position in Yuyang Country, and even the high-level people in the world of cultivating immortals are very afraid of him." King Yan said in a low tone.

"Who is that person?"

Yang Fan was extremely curious. A mortal could make even the higher-ups in the world of cultivating immortals fear him, which shows his strength.High-ranking monks in the world of cultivating immortals must be high-ranking monks above the Golden Core stage.

"He is my mentor." King Yan looked up at the sky, and when he mentioned the word "mentor", his eyes were full of awe and admiration.

King Yan's mentor?Who will he be?

Yang Fan thought of King Yan's martial arts beyond the world, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it.

King Yan took a deep breath, and said in a strange tone: "My master, he is the world's most powerful person in Yuyang Kingdom, Martial Saint."

Wu Sheng!

When Yang Fan heard these two words, his heart moved, and he deeply realized the weight represented by these two words.

"Will Wushuang be your junior brother?" Yang Fan asked tentatively.

"No," King Yan said firmly, "Master has already confirmed this matter."

Yang Fan nodded, thinking of Wushuang's indomitable appearance, such a person would probably not submit to anyone.

Next, there was a silence in the study, and Yang Fan tried his best to heal Yu Wenlie's injuries, and his cultivation base increased rapidly, and the speed was only slightly slower than that of Wushuang's treatment.

Such a result surprised Yang Fan slightly.

It stands to reason that King Yan's skill is much deeper than Wushuang's, and his physical strength is also a bit stronger. The injuries of the two are not the same.

For a while, Yang Fan fell into a short thought.

Perhaps, the definition of individual strength is not something that can be measured by profound skills, physical strength, etc. It should also include a person's essence, energy, and spirit.

In terms of spiritual will, Wushuang is much stronger than King Yan at the moment. He has a strong will to never give up. He is brave and has unlimited potential, which is also part of his strength.On the other hand, Yan Wang Yu Wenlie has already lost the fighting spirit of not fearing life and death, and on the spiritual level, he is a little worse than the former.

Time passed little by little, nearly half an hour later.

"My lord, your wound has been healed."

Yang Fan withdrew his hand and exhaled lightly.

"Your healing speed is really fast..." Yu Wenlie said in disbelief: "This kind of injury, in the past, would probably be difficult to heal within a month or two. But you only took half an hour to let me To recover from the injury, even the three great doctors in Kyoto can't do it."

"Many people say that." Yang Fan smiled slightly, but he was not humble.

He has been practicing medicine for a while, and he has treated many monks for injuries, and their common reaction is that they are fast.

Yu Wenlie was silent for a long time, and sighed softly: "I don't know how long Yaoshi Yang will stay in the mansion? If my king's guess is correct, Wushuang's next challenge is you, Pharmacist."

Yu Wenxin, who was sitting by the side, also changed his expression when he heard this, and said a little nervously: "Wu Shuang wants to challenge you, Medicine Master?"

"Me?" Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, "How did the lord know? With Yang being a mere pharmacist, how could he be challenged by a martial idiot of his level."

He and Wushuang reached an agreement in private, and no outsiders knew about it during this period.

"Feeling." Yu Wenlie stared at Yang Fan with piercing eyes, and said, "When I was in the Hall of Heroes, this son had this tendency. As for the strength of the pharmacist..."

Yang Fan shrugged and looked at him with a smile: "I'm just a pharmacist who saves lives and heals the wounded."

Yu Wenlie glanced at him with a complicated expression: "Pharmacist is humble, although I can't see through your specific realm, but the warrior's intuition tells me that you have a strength that cannot be underestimated... Besides, when has Wushuang ever challenged you in a competition of strength? A much weaker opponent?"

"This is an agreement between me and him, and Yang cannot disclose the specific content."

Yang Fan pondered.

Upon hearing Yang Fan's confirmation, King Yan let out a long sigh: "Is the golden scales a thing in the pool?"

"I don't know what the pharmacist's plan is. Is it to cure the little girl's illness and then leave the palace, or is there another purpose?"

King Yan asked bluntly again.

"It depends on you, my lord..." Yang Fan smiled faintly.

"How do you say that?" King Yan's eyes lit up. He thought that a pharmacist at the level of strength of the other party would not be able to join Prince Yan's mansion so easily. Hearing Yang Fan's tone now, it seems that it is still possible.

"What request can the pharmacist make?"

Yu Wenxin also looked expectant.

Yang Fan pondered for a while, and slowly began to say: "Since I switched to medicine and got advice from an expert, I have devoted myself to practicing medicine, with the purpose of saving the dying and healing the wounded, and loving the world... In order to save countless wounded people under the sky, as a doctor, My ultimate goal in coming to the palace is to... open a medical center."

Open a medical clinic!

King Yan was drinking tea, but when he heard the end, he almost choked.

He originally thought that Yang Fan, a pharmacist with extraordinary medical skills, would have some ulterior secrets when he came to his palace, but the purpose of what he said in the end surprised him.

Opening a clinic and asking for charitable funds, this purpose is too simple, too simple...

King Yan didn't believe it!

"I didn't expect the pharmacist to be so benevolent, with a heart of fraternity to help the world and save people."

Yu Wenxin, however, had an expression of admiration on his face, believing Yang Fan's words and admiring his qualities.

Seeing that someone finally believed in his purpose, Yang Fan nodded, feeling very relieved.

His purpose of coming to Prince Yan's Mansion is really that simple.Open a medical clinic!That's all, no other intentions.

"I don't know if 'Yanwang Mansion' can help Yang achieve this wish?"

Yang Fan looked at Yu Wenlie with a half-smile, waiting for his reply.

"This..." Yu Wenlie felt a little guilty, and couldn't believe that Yang Fan's purpose was so simple.

"Would your lord think that with just one thought of yours, Yang can open a very large medical center, thereby saving tens of thousands of suffering and injured people... This is a matter of accumulating virtue."

Yang Fan encouraged from the side.

"Accumulating Yin Virtue? Hahaha! Pharmacist is a cultivator of immortality, so he still believes this." King Yan temporarily dispelled his worries, but instead asked with a smile: "The palace spends a lot of money and manpower to help you plan this matter. I wonder if Pharmacist can take office. The guest pharmacist of the palace."

"A guest pharmacist?" Yang Fan said without time to think: "This is no problem, but Yang needs a high degree of freedom, not to be dispatched and ordered by the palace, and has the right to choose on his own. Of course, Yang will also obey the basic principles of morality and scruples. Favor."

"Okay, it's a deal, I'll give you the supreme token of the palace right now! Those who hold this token will be no different from seeing this king, and it will be convenient for the pharmacist to do things."

King Yan said boldly, and took out a golden dragon token, the size of an adult's palm.

Yang Fan was not polite, took the order and put it away.

"We can talk about the planning of the clinic later. Before that, I want to ask the pharmacist one or two things, which have something to do with Xin'er."

King Yan looked solemnly, and looked directly at the mysterious man in front of him.

"Excuse me." Yang Fan sensed a strange atmosphere.

Yu Wenxin also corrected her appearance and listened quietly.

"The first thing is about Xin'er's special constitution, which is what the pharmacist called the 'Nine Suspension Profound Vein'. Xin'er was different from other children when she was born. She also possesses an unbelievable ability to predict..."

King Yan paused, and said again: "The pharmacist also said before that he was interested in Xin'er, so he made an exception and rescued her. This king was deeply disturbed, so he spoke bluntly, and hoped that the pharmacist could name the reason."

"What do you mean?" Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

King Yan took a deep look at Yang Fan:
"If Pharmacist Yang is interested in Xin'er, this king can make the decision and marry her to you in order to repay the savior of Pharmacist; if Pharmacist is only interested in her mysterious physique and fancy Xin'er's aptitude, this king can also let her Xin'er follows the pharmacist to cultivate immortality with you."

Hearing this, Yang suddenly raised his eyebrows, and stared at King Yan coldly.

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