Chapter 128 Guangyulan Island
Twenty days later, Dongyan Country, Guangyulan Island.
The island is larger than the water island, and the mountains and plains of the island are covered with magnolia trees.
The ancient trees are lush and leafy, and the rust-red branches and leaves form a sea, which is spectacular.
Unlike the Nan Kingdom, which has a vast territory, diverse climate, and great differences between the north and the south, Dongyan is located in the southeast and is hot and humid all year round without winter.
Yun Chen is from the south and is used to the hottest days of summer, but he still can't stand the humidity and stuffiness in Dongyan.
She followed the location Yan Lang had mentioned before and found her way to the valley deep in Guangyulan Island.
The valley is quiet and deserted, with only an exquisite and ancient house built beside the red forest and clear stream.
She went forward and knocked on the door. It was opened by an old servant with gray hair. After she explained her purpose, the old servant said:
"Guard Yun, my master has been waiting for you for a long time."
"Yan Lang knew I would come?"
"My master said that you would come sooner or later."
Yun Chen followed the old servant into the mansion. It was deep and quiet, decorated with many old treasures, some of which were even ancient artifacts, which showed that Yan Lang's family was very rich.
It seemed that Yan Lang was the only one living alone in the house, so he did not have many servants or guards.
But what made her more curious was that the servants and guards were all quite old, and one guard even had white hair. Moreover, there were only men in the mansion, and not a single maid.
Being a guard is a life-threatening job and their lifespan is short. Yun Chen rarely sees older guards, so he can't help but feel curious.
Deep in the inner courtyard, Yun Chen saw Yan Lang holding a roll of bamboo slips from afar, standing in front of a row of stoves and sorting something, as if he was developing medicine.
The small stature but mature demeanor made it look just like Yan Lang's house, both of which looked old-fashioned.
Yun Chen greets:
"Little brother, long time no see!"
I remember that last time in the Black Bear Forest, Yan Lang hated Yun Chen calling him that, but now Yan Lang didn't react at all.
However, the old servant who brought Yun Chen in was shocked and showed a very frightened expression. He probably had never heard anyone dare to call Yan Lang like that.
She leaned over to see what Yan Lang was doing and unknowingly got closer.
Yan Lang immediately took a step back to avoid her, looked at her face, pointed at her face in the air, frowned slightly, and said:
"The internal organs are damaged, the spleen is damaged, the lungs are damaged. Are you injured again? And the liver is depressed and the qi is stagnant, which causes heartburn and blood clotting."
Yun Chen gave a thumbs up and said, "You can diagnose illnesses just by looking at the complexion. You are a miracle doctor, worthy of your name."
Yan Lang didn't take it seriously. "You didn't steal the Wind-burning Grass, so why are you looking for me?"
With a straightened expression, Yun Chen asked:
"I want to ask, can liver rot be cured?"
Yan Lang glanced at her:
"I'm a miracle doctor, not a god. Thank you."
After getting this answer, Yun Chen felt relieved and sad at the same time.
She thought countless times, if she had discovered Xun Xun's illness earlier, would she have been able to take him to Yan Lang for treatment.
Now it seems that if even Yan Lang cannot be saved, then that will probably be Xun Xun’s life.
She sighed helplessly in her heart, and Yan Lang interrupted her thoughts:
"You came all the way to see me just to ask this?"
Yun Chen drove away the haze in his heart, rubbed his brows, straightened his face, and revealed a cute and ingratiating smile:
"I'd like to ask for your help. Please teach me how to steal the Wind-Scorching Grass."
Yan Lang was not surprised, he just pointed at the sword on Yun Chen's waist with his chin:
"You want to steal the wind-burning grass to heal your master. Does the owner of this sword know?"
She was surprised. "Sword? I bought this sword from a roadside blacksmith in exchange for my horse. How do you recognize it? Does this sword have a special origin?"
Yan Lang avoided his gaze and said, "I don't recognize him. I saw it wrongly."
Yun Chen had no intention of getting entangled in such trivial matters. There were so many swords in the world, and there were bound to be some that looked similar. It was normal to make a mistake.
She clasped her hands together and approached Yan Lang, begging:
"Little brother, since I once saved you from a bear, please teach me how to steal the Wind-Scorching Grass! Since you can accurately tell me where the Wind-Scorching Grass is and know about the Dongyan Emperor, you must have connections in the Dongyan Palace. Please teach me how to steal it, please!"
Facing Yun Chen's pitiful appearance and his blinking little deer eyes, Yan Lang frowned in displeasure and took another step back:
"For saving my life, I've granted you a chance to diagnose your master's pulse. If you bring me the Wind-Scorching Grass, I'll give you the recipe to cure your master. We're even now."
Yun Chen didn't care about that. "You are just a kid, but you are calculating clearly. I took care of you all the way and carried you on my back to the government office. Why don't you count it?"
This time Yan Lang was speechless.
He pondered for a moment, instructed the servant beside him to "keep an eye on the fire for cooking medicine", then he walked towards the house with his hands behind his back and his sleeves brushed.
"I'll think about it."
Seeing that there was a chance, Yun Chen was overjoyed and hurried to follow. He deliberately put his arm around Yan Lang's neck and said with a smile:
"Okay, take your time to think about it, there's no rush! We're friends for life and death, right? Could you treat me to something to eat? I'm starving!"
Yan Lang staggered when he was hugged. He tried to break free from Yun Chen's arms, but she hugged him even tighter.
Looking at the little adult who was only eight or nine years old and whose armpits were small, Yun Chen couldn't help but pinch his face and said with a smile:
"You little guy, you act so mature all day long, why don't you act like a child?"
Yan Lang was furious: "Let me go! You came into my house and asked for my help, how dare you be so disrespectful to me?!"
Seeing Yan Lang's frown, he was not scary at all when he was angry, but rather childish. She became even more excited and directly cupped Yan Lang's cheeks with both hands, squeezed them hard twice, rubbing Yan Lang's face into a mess, pouting his mouth like a goldfish, and said with a smile:
"I love children. Look at you, living alone in the mountains and forests, without any parents or relatives to visit, you must be so lonely. That's why you act like an adult. Now, I'll play with you—"
Yan Lang opened her hand, his face flushed with anger. He glared at Yun Chen for a while, then swung his sleeves and left, angrily saying:
“Serve the food!”
“Hahahahahaha——”
Yun Chen was laughing so hard that he didn't notice the horrified expressions of the servants and guards beside him, as if they had seen a ghost.
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