As he spoke, the elderly man surnamed Liu suddenly realized something.
"Old man, I've figured it out!"
"Lord Long, you and Eighth Master mean that I should pass on my skills to that kid in the paper-making shop to reduce the chances of him dying halfway through, right?"
“That’s right!” As they spoke, Chang Huaiyuan and Eighth Master Chang stood up together.
Of course, since Master Chang always refused to transform into human form, his so-called standing up was just raising his body higher.
The two brothers bowed deeply to the elderly man surnamed Liu, saying, "Please grant our request, Elder Liu!"
Amidst hearty laughter, the elderly man surnamed Liu returned the greeting with clasped hands.
“Dragon Lord, Eighth Master, you don’t need to be so polite with us.”
"It just so happens that I, the old man, don't want my skills to be lost either. It's the best of both worlds!"
After the banquet ended, the Chang brothers personally escorted the elderly man surnamed Liu to the door.
After saying goodbye, Old Liu actually put his hand into his stomach.
Then, with a pull to both sides, a large gash was torn open in her stomach.
There was no flesh or internal organs in his stomach, only various paper-mache items.
From paper figures and horses to paper cranes and paper cars, there is everything imaginable, and each one is incredibly lifelike.
It turns out that this old man was actually a master of paper-making, which is why the Chang brothers called him Grandmaster and even went out of their way to ask him to personally teach Zhao Youliang.
After searching for a while, Old Liu took out a miniature paper crane from his stomach.
With a flick of the wrist, the paper crane miraculously grew to its full size.
Old Liu sat down with a smile, and the paper crane flapped its wings and flew towards the small town in the north.
Chang Huaiyuan didn't speak until Old Liu disappeared from sight.
"Chang Jie, this is all your uncle and father can do. You'll have to rely on yourself from now on."
"Don't let your uncle down, don't let your father down."
If Chang Huaiyuan was like this, then Chang Jie's father, Eighth Master Chang, must have been in tears long ago.
"Sigh, Chang Jie has been weak since he was a child, just like I was when I was a child."
"When I was a kid, I couldn't beat a toad, or any small animal. When I was hungry, I could only eat grass."
"And then, because of malnutrition, they became even weaker..."
The story needs a special explanation at this point:
In this degenerate age, neither the Chang brothers nor other powerful shamans from the Northern Kingdom can arbitrarily interfere in the affairs of ordinary people.
The ordinary people mentioned above also include figures like the old Taoist priest Maotai, the old Taoist priest Maokeng, and corpse drivers.
Because their level of cultivation is no different from that of ordinary people in the eyes of truly powerful beings.
To put it simply, it's like how we view small ants and adult ants...aren't they all ants?
The constraints of the times were one aspect, but the main constraint was that gentleman's.
In Mr. [Name]'s belief, everything should be based on ordinary people, which is in line with the laws of the times.
Now that the true dragon reigns supreme in China, the country is prosperous and its people are strong. Any cultivator who dares to interfere too much in worldly affairs will suffer a backlash.
At best, one will die and perish; at worst, one's soul and spirit will be annihilated and never be reborn.
Therefore, the teacher's restrictions, from another perspective, are also for the sake of the practitioners.
That's why the Chang brothers invited out Old Man Liu from earlier.
In the eyes of true experts, Old Liu's cultivation level was neither high nor low.
Just enough to be able to walk in the world, outside the scope of the master's constraints, to be precise, "skirting the edge".
This is perfect for protecting Chang Jie and Zhao Youliang.
Parents' hearts are always full of love and worry!
On the other side, Zhao Youliang, completely unaware of the situation, was lying on a rattan chair, groaning softly:
He was still reeling from the pain of being hit by the big yellow dog and the two little paper figures.
It wasn't until he suddenly realized that two of the paper figures in the shop were missing that he jumped up.
"How could two be missing? Could it be?!"
As he spoke, Zhao Youliang had already guessed what was going on and subconsciously looked toward the doghouse.
"Oh my god, that big yellow dog is getting more and more domineering! He's even recruited the paper figures?!"
"Looks like I'd better not mess with him in the future. I'd better keep a low profile and behave myself!"
Zhao Youliang became more and more aggrieved as he spoke: "What the hell?! Is this how a human being lives?!"
"I have to keep a low profile, while dogs can run wild in the streets..."
Just as Zhao Youliang was filled with grief and indignation, he suddenly smelled a clear medicinal fragrance, the unique aroma of Chinese herbal medicine.
Looking around, he saw a stern yet gentle-looking man walking towards him with a medicine box on his back.
After walking closer, he looked up at the shop's signboard before speaking to Zhao Youliang.
His words were spoken in an antique style: "May I ask, young man, how many paper-making shops are there around here?"
Facing this burly man, Zhao Youliang couldn't help but become respectful.
"Brother, I'm the only one selling paper figures in the whole town. What's up?"
The big man smiled upon hearing this, a smile that was unusually gentle.
"You must be Zhao Youliang, young friend?"
"My name is Bai Wuwei. I have been entrusted by the City God to come here to examine your father and treat his illness."
Zhao Youliang immediately understood upon hearing this.
The City Goddess... from the Bai family of the Five Great Immortals... is treating her father's illness!
The man before me, who calls himself Bai Wuwei, is none other than the head of the Bai family, renowned for his medical expertise!
Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhao Youliang was about to kowtow to the burly man in front of him, but Bai Wuwei stopped him with a smile.
“Young friend Zhao, practicing medicine and saving lives is my duty, please don’t be so polite.”
"Please take me to see your father first."
Because he was so excited, Zhao Youliang had to exert a lot of effort to calm himself down and speak.
"Old, old sage, my father isn't here, he's here..."
After understanding everything, Bai Wuwei smiled and nodded repeatedly.
"Alright, I'll head over there to see your father right away."
"Don't worry, I will do my best."
Bai Wuwei suddenly stopped at this point, hesitated for a moment, and then continued.
"Please forgive my intrusion, young friend, do you possess a Blood Spirit Mushroom?"
Zhao Youliang was taken aback when he heard this. After realizing what was happening, he quickly took out the Blood Spirit Mushroom and handed it to Bai Wuwei with both hands.
"Old Immortal, if you can cure my father... even if you can't, as long as you do your best to help us, I'll give you this Blood Spirit Mushroom right now!"
Bai Wuwei smiled and shook his head upon hearing this: "Young friend, you've misunderstood."
"The reason we need to look at the Blood Ganoderma is because if you take it directly, the effect will be greatly reduced."
"I am not very talented, but I would like to help you refine this divine object into a pill, so as not to waste the essence of heaven and earth."
After listening to Bai Wuwei's words, Zhao Youliang understood for the first time what true medical ethics and selflessness meant.
Moved to tears, I was speechless for a moment.
Bai Wuwei wasn't in a hurry; he simply waited quietly for Zhao Youliang's reply...
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