The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

Qian Kun was very happy when he received a call from Li Muchen, and wanted to send a car to Hecheng to pick him up.

Li Muchen declined, and only asked Qian Kun to send him a location.

It happened that Ma Shan also wanted to go to Qiantang, so Li Muchen asked Ma Shan to drive, and the two went to Qiantang together.

Qian Kun lives in an old villa by the Qiantang Lake.

The scenery of this place is very good, you can see the whole Qiantang Lake from the balcony.

The path next to the villa leads directly to the Taoist temple on the mountain behind.

The decoration inside the villa is also antique, but not extravagant.

Qian Kun said that he lived here alone.

Ma Shan met Qian Kun for the first time.

Of course he knew about the Qian family, and he had heard about Lord Qiantang Kun very early on. He was an unattainable figure, but he did not expect to stand in front of him alive today.

He asked curiously: "Mr. Qian, you live here alone? You don't even have a security guard or a servant. This is not like the life of a boss!"

Qian Kun said with a smile: "There are no big bosses, really big bosses, they all stay on the mountain, and going down to the top of the mountain is mostly to experience the world of mortals, and Baiyujing in the sky is their goal."

When Qian Kun was talking, he glanced at Li Muchen from time to time.

Li Muchen said, "Brother, let me see your injury."

Qian Kun stretched out his hand to let Li Muchen feel his pulse.

Li Muchen took Qian Kun's pulse and said with a smile: "Brother, your body is better than I thought, and you are recovering quickly."

Qian Kun waved his hand and said, "That's also your medicine spirit. I know what kind of old bones I have."

Li Muchen gave Qian Kun another golden needle crossing point, and then explained some follow-up precautions.

"Brother, your injury is fine, but," Li Muchen stood at the window, looking at the scenery outside, "The scenery here is beautiful, but it's really not very safe. Are you afraid that those ninjas from Japan will come to you?"

Qian Kun laughed and said, "It's just a few bugs, nothing to worry about."

Li Muchen asked: "Brother, how did you become enemies with Japanese ninjas?"

"It's a long story." Qian Kun said, "There is a consortium in Dongying that competes with our Qian family's business. They couldn't compete on the surface, so they used some despicable methods. We have been patient again and again, but our temper no longer Good people have a limit to tolerance. More than ten years ago, we had a fight with the Dongying people. That one stick was a great fight. The result was a complete victory for us, and the Dongying people have since quit Compete with us. However, because they shot and killed one of their ninjas, they formed a beam with their sect."

"Then your injury?"

"My injury was also plotted against by them after that incident."

Li Muchen nodded and said: "Brother, you still have to be careful. A few days ago, I met a ninja disciple in Hecheng. According to the ninja realm, he should have broken through the upper ninja, which is equivalent to the strength of martial arts." .”

"Oh?" Qian Kun was slightly surprised, "A Junin came to Hecheng again?"

Then he burst out laughing again, "Meeting Brother Li, I guess this Japanese devil can't get anything good."

Li Muchen also smiled and said, "I have already gone to meet their ancestors."

"Okay!" Qian Kun yelled, "Oh, if you hadn't told me that drinking is strictly prohibited, I would have understood it!"

Li Muchen said: "Brother, this person disappeared in Hecheng, I'm afraid their sect will not let it go. I'm afraid they will find you here, you'd better be careful."

Qian Kun nodded solemnly.

In the past, he didn't care at all when he was harassed and harassed by a few low-level ninja and chuunin.

But this time a Jonin came and died in the hands of Li Muchen.

Japanese ninjas who can practice Jōnin must be the best in the sect.

If the Jonin disappeared, their sect would definitely dispatch stronger people to take revenge.

"Brother Li, you have to be careful. These Orientals have no real skills, but they have a lot of tricks. They like to stab people in the back the most."

"Don't worry, brother." Li Muchen said.

After chatting for a while, Li Muchen mentioned that he wanted to find an old Huang Jing who was more than 500 years old to treat Lin Yun's illness.

Qian Kun frowned and said, "Tongqingtang does exist. I'm sure of that, but it's their family heirloom. I'm afraid it won't be easy if you want it. I can help you find a link, but whether they will give it or not I can't guarantee that either."

Li Muchen said: "It's okay, as long as I can meet people, I can exchange things with them."

...

Tongqing Hall is at the foot of Chenghuang Mountain, the most prosperous area in Qiantang.

The courtyard wall as high as two people surrounded an area of ​​several thousand square meters in the downtown area, which looked really grand.

Inside the courtyard wall is a group of antique buildings, one entering next to the other.

Entering the main entrance is the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall of Tongqingtang. People come in and out, all of them are seeing a doctor, and the queue at the registration office is very long.

Next to the National Medicine Museum is the National Medicine Museum, and as soon as you walk in, you will be greeted with a pure smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

Next to it is the Museum of Traditional Chinese Medicine, which displays many rare raw materials of traditional Chinese medicine, as well as ancient pharmaceutical tools, as well as prescriptions prescribed by previous doctors.

There is Huang Jing here, but it is only about 30 years old, and it says 50 years, which is more than ten years old.

Ma Shan was not interested in medicinal materials, and he couldn't help him with Huang Jing, so he went shopping alone.

He also met some cronies in Qiantang, so naturally he didn't have to worry about having no one to accompany him.

Li Muchen walked around the museum alone for a while.

I went to the National Medicine Museum next door.

Qian Kun told him that all the old medicinal materials of the Hu family are in the National Medicine Museum.

Now the owner of the National Medicine Museum is Hu Xiuyi, who is also the deputy general manager of Tongqingtang.

Hu Xiuyi's uncle is the current head of the Hu family, Hu Shiyue, a well-known Qiantang national doctor.

Li Muchen walked through the corridor of the National Medicine Hall and entered the inner door, where there was a sign saying "no entry for idlers".

A staff member stopped him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Li Muchen said politely, "I'm looking for Mr. Hu."

"Mr. Hu? Which Mr. Hu?" The staff probably regarded him as a salesman of the pharmaceutical factory, with an impatient expression on his face, "There are so many Mr. Hu here, do you have an appointment?"

Li Muchen said: "Look for Mr. Hu Xiu and Mr. Hu, please inform me, and say that Master Kun introduced you."

"Master Kun, Lord Niu... just wait."

The staff complained and went inside.

When he came out, he had already put on a smiling face.

"You are Mr. Li, please, we Mr. Hu are waiting for you."

Li Muchen followed him through the hall and came to an antique room.

Hu Xiu is in his forties, looks very handsome, thin, wearing a navy blue Tang suit.

He welcomed Li Muchen in with a smile, and made tea for him himself.

Li Muchen didn't hesitate, and directly explained his intention.

Hu Xiuyi's face darkened, and he said, "It stands to reason that you were introduced by Lord Kun. I have to give face to Lord Kun for whatever you want. But Huang Jing..."

Seeing his hesitation, Li Muchen said, "I'm waiting for this thing to save people. You can make a price, or just ask if you have any conditions."

Hu Xiu shook his head and said, "It's not a matter of price or not. In the past, our Hu family had a bit of wealth. The thousand-year-old ginseng, the thousand-year-old Shouwu, and the thousand-year Huangjing are all family treasures. If these things are still there, this Huang Jing, which has been around for hundreds of years, will be given as long as it is given. But..."

He paused, "Twenty years ago, when we lived in our hometown, we took the thousand-year-old sealwort in our house to the capital and used it for a noble master's illness. After that time, the family established rules If the heirloom is to be moved, a family meeting must be held to approve it. Now, the thousand-year-old Huang Jing is gone, and the five-hundred-year-old Huang Jing has also become a family heirloom. Don't mention me, my dad can't make the decision to give it to you. "