Type-Moon, the Ultimate Villain Simulator

Keep getting in.

Aong was standing outside the screen.

My uncle is also outside.

Wandering back and forth.

Like a fly that has lost its head.

He usually treats patients in the countryside, but now his wife is in this condition and he has no idea what to do.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

"horn!"

When Aong saw Jiao, he immediately hugged him and said, "Your mother, your mother..."

I couldn't cry.

Because I'm a doctor, I know the boundary of death more clearly.

Sometimes a sudden illness is enough to cause death.

Other diseases may be treated with folk remedies.

But in the current situation, we can only leave it to fate.

"God, is there no one who can save your mother?"

Aong murmured.

The horn started crying too.

His body collapsed in Aung's arms.

After a few seconds, Jiao didn't know what he was thinking about.

He struggled to break free from the bad old man and said, "Old man, old man, I'm going to find someone. I'm going to find the disciples of Rumao Tianzun, I'm going to find the disciples of Youyou Daxian... I..."

"Can……"

Aong's words were choked in his mouth.

But my family is not a noble family, so how can we have the qualifications to invite disciples of the Four Saints from all over the world?

If I had better medical skills, perhaps someone would choose to help me.

Can……

But isn't there no one here?

Before Aong could finish his words, Jiao had already run out.

Aong watched the horn disappear without a trace and did not chase after it.

Perhaps, I am still hoping that Jiao can bring good news.

For the sake of... the children.

……

……

……

"Get lost! Don't block the door of my master's house, little dog."

"Where did you come from, you little brat? You have dirty eyes. Do you know what's in here?"

"Did you know this place is where you can come in?"

Listen to the servants shouting.

Jiao imitated the etiquette he had secretly learned in school and saluted in a very formal manner.

He wanted to make himself look more noble so that the servants would not stop him.

There might still be a chance to save mother.

"The student is in trouble. Can I tell your parents?"

"My lord?"

"Pfft!"

The servant laughed and said, "I know you, Jiao, right? You are just a little bastard from a doctor's family. Why are you trying to talk like a young master?"

"If you have anything to say, you should also know what my master does. Since this door was opened, no one can come and go. How can you be allowed to enter?"

"My master is entertaining the Yuan family, who have been officials for four generations. Please don't make any noise, or I'll beat you up until you are speechless."

As the servant spoke, he waved the stick in his hand.

The threat is self-explanatory.

The horn wanted to get in.

The servant hit Jiao's leg: "I told you not to go in."

"Let me in for a second and I'll take care of it."

Jiao said stubbornly.

"You can't even read a proper book from the four schools of thought. You are not a scholar, so don't even think about entering my master's house."

Looking at the stubborn Jiao, the servant was not completely heartless, but still said coldly: "Let me tell you, someone wanted to disturb the master of the Yuan family a few days ago, a child like you, but was interrupted to death."

"I didn't let you in because it's for your own good, hehe."

Jiao was speechless.

He crawled to his feet and walked to the next house.

The Liu family is from a poor family.

The Emperor's serum.

You shouldn't care more about these.

Jiao was smart since he was young and made a decision quickly.

Snapped--

A horsewhip hit the corner of his face.

"Get out of here, you little bastard!"

"My master is a royal relative. Even if he makes straw sandals in the future, you can't compare to him. Get out of here and don't die in front of my door."

"Otherwise I'll kill your whole family."

Next one.

"Open the door!"

dong dong dong.

No one paid any attention.

Snow falls from the sky.

It seems to be telling the misery of the world.

The corner of the house walked on the street in a daze.

One family after another.

Not only did I fail to find a master who could read.

All I got in return were scars all over my body.

No one can help himself.

Although I am well educated and have a good family background.

But in fact……

What he studied was not the scriptures of the four sages, but the unofficial book "Zhuangzi" was used to learn to read.

This book is the only thing a commoner like me can learn.

In the Han Dynasty, the only books people could study were those from these five places.

The books of the Four Saints of the Four Directions are not consumables to study.

Even if other people enter the school, they cannot become disciples of any teacher.

All I learned was a book called "Zhuangzi", which was written by an immortal named Nanhua in the land of nothingness.

This is a book that does not belong to the system of the Four Saints of the Four Directions.

It is also a book that circulates in the wild.

To put it even more bluntly, a school that teaches this book cannot even be called a school for the masters of aristocratic families.

Just a charlatan.

How to be a scholar.

Therefore, Jiao knew that he did not belong to the aristocratic family.

Not a scholar.

...There is no way to find someone to save my mother.

"Now you have a big tree, but you worry that it is useless. Why don't you plant it in a place where there is nothing, in a vast wilderness..."

The horn sang the songs he had learned.

This is also Zhuang’s teaching.

When will the trees of Nowhere appear?

A big tree that feeds all living things.

Zhuang's vision.

The teachings of the Nanhua Immortal.

Nanhua...

"Nanhua Mountain!"

Jiao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Look at the mountains in the distance.

Gritting his teeth.

Ran towards a corner of the county town.

He escaped from the county while the soldiers were not paying attention.

A hundred miles away.

There is no great way.

overnight.

Two nights.

Three nights.

On snowy nights, it is very cold in the north.

Pick up grass and stuff it into clothes.

Following the cow, looking for rice and millet.

suffer hunger and cold.

Weak legs.

Crawl forward.

I don’t know how long.