Chapter 517: 517 Collection One

Chapter 517: 517 Collection One

A plate of off-white, still slightly steaming Brain Flowers was quietly placed on the table, its breath wafting in the wind, bending and swirling.

"Let's eat. Today's portion." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in the Immortal Cave, with his eyes slightly closed, looking at the statue of the God of White Scales on the opposite side.

The statue trembled, but there was no movement.

"There's only this now, if you don't eat it, just take it away." Zhang Rongfang said lightly.

After a moment of silence, the statue still slowly flew out a thin silver thread from its one eye, and slowly penetrated into the brain.

"The environment is like this. If you don't adapt, you will suffer." Zhang Rongfang sighed, "Think about it, compared to sleeping underground all the time before, now you have food every day, isn't it much better?"

White Scale God: "."

She felt that there was something wrong with herself, and what the other party said was also a little wrong, but she didn't know how to refute it.

Seeing the brain gradually lose its luster, Zhang Rongfang's eyes flashed with pity.

"Eat it with confidence. There are still some in the back, and you can serve fresh ones at any time."

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After five days of testing, it turned out that the Bailin God ate too much pig brains, and his brain was already a little stupid.

Before that, she would still refute with reason, but as the number of days increased, she was obviously much slower now.

This gave Zhang Rongfang a new understanding of the existence of gods and Buddhas.

After Bai Linshen ate two brains in a row and asked the waiter to take them away, he started today's topic again.

After eating every day, and then chatting about Mi Xin, which he was interested in, it gradually became a tacit little secret between the two of them.

"Today, I want to know, what is the use of suspicious clouds and mist? Why does this thing exist?"

"Suspicious clouds and mist." Bai Linshen thought for a while. "That actually originated from the natural gods. In the beginning, it is said that the natural gods came from outside the sky, and they were born to have a bad influence on all the living things around them, so the avenue spawned suspicious clouds and mist, wrapping them in it.

In fact, according to our understanding, doubtful clouds and mist are not a kind of ability belonging to the gods and Buddhas, but a means to protect the creatures around the gods and Buddhas. "

"The means to protect other creatures around the gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang understood instantly.

"Could it be that the suspicious clouds and mist are to isolate the special abilities of gods and Buddhas?" He asked.

"Exactly." Bai Lin affirmed, "Innate gods naturally have a kind of ability, and that is Heart Fusion!"

"Heart Fusion?"

"If you melt it into your heart, you will never forget it, and it will last forever!" Bai Lin explained, "As long as any intelligent creature has seen the existence of gods and Buddhas, and memorized the true appearance of gods and Buddhas, it can become a mark, providing a part of the universe. Void, shape our abode."

"Wait, are you saying that Taixu is created and shaped by people who have seen the true form of gods and Buddhas?" Zhang Rongfang asked suddenly.

Bai Lin stopped talking, probably accidentally said something that shouldn't be said.

The statue also quickly stopped shaking, losing a layer of subtle luster.

This marks the end of today's Q&A. If in doubt, wait for the next time.

Zhang Rongfang is not in a hurry, the future will be long, just take your time.

Anyway, the other party is in his palm, and he can't escape.

After confirming that the Bailin God was still, he stood up, walked out of the cave slowly, and stood on the Immortal Terrace.

The daily routine is over, it's time to open the medical clinic.

Now his daily life is like this, when he gets up in the morning, he will exercise here, teach his disciples, and ask and answer with Bailin to collect information.

Then when it was close to noon, I went back to open the medical clinic. While seeing a doctor in the medical clinic, I was distracted by fulfilling children's wishes and collecting butterflies for the children.

The medical center is open until 7:00 pm, and I call it a day, and go to my sister's house for dinner.

After dinner, tease my nephew. Chatting with my brother-in-law who came back from get off work, bragging and spanking.

A day passed like this.

Sometimes when my brother-in-law goes on a business trip, it is inconvenient for him to stay in the inner courtyard of the mansion at night, so he will buy some snacks and drink some raspberry juice at the newly opened snack street in the city.

This kind of life is plain and simple, but it is reassuring.

What Zhang Rongfang wanted to live before was this kind of life, but now he really lived it, but he felt a little boring in his heart for some reason.

Shanren Medical Center.

As soon as he entered the store, a few minutes after Zhang Rong had sat down, a familiar figure came in.

Lu Meisha changed into a light green slim-fit outfit that martial arts practitioners often wear today, and a pair of white soft leather gloves with wrist guards were tied around her waist. Her long hair was tied up high, she looked capable and heroic, and she looked good, much like those martial arts girls outside.

But just by looking at her hands, one can understand that this guy is just imitating her appearance.

People who practice martial arts, among other things, will definitely have calluses on their hands.

There are a lot of calluses from practicing martial arts, and those who practice weapons will also have calluses on specific parts.

Like her, her hands are delicate and white, like the skin of a piglet, it can be seen that she was born as a young lady.

"Today, you still have no business here as usual." Lu Meisha couldn't help but sigh after entering the door.

"Just follow the fate." Zhang Rongfang sat cross-legged in meditation, still sitting behind the counter like a statue, motionless.

"Speaking of which, do you really know how to see a doctor?" Lu Meisha stared at him curiously.

She has the kind of cheeks that are baby fat, and her eyes are charming and charming. If her mouth is not too poisonous, she may be many times more lucky than she is now.

As long as she doesn't talk nonsense, she still looks very good.

"A little bit." Zhang Rongfang said lightly.

"Then can you show me? I feel a little unwell recently." Lu Meisha rolled her eyes and said softly.

Zhang Rongfang opened his eyes and looked at her.

Then he took out a small bag from a side drawer and threw it away.

"Take one tablet a day and take it after dinner at night."

"!?" Lu Meisha looked dazed, and caught the bag in a hurry. She didn't say what was wrong, so all the medicine came?

Zhang Rongfang just glanced at it in dark light, and he saw it clearly.

It's just that the blood vessels are stagnant in some places, and it will be fine to take some medicine to unblock the veins.

"Okay, I'll go back and eat." Lu Meisha half-believingly said, "By the way, there will be a western tea garden in the city in two days. Do you want to go together? I happen to have a lot of invitation papers."

"I'm not interested in tea, thank you." Although Zhang Rongfang is free now, it's not a waste of time.

Lu Meisha continued to find nothing to say, and stayed in the hospital for a long time before slowly leaving with some reluctance.

Time passed day by day.

On the afternoon of the third day, Zhang Rongfang was about to get up and close the door, and asked Xiaodong and Xiaoxia to tidy up the door.

Then she saw Lu Meisha rushing in again.

Her eyes were as bright as fire, and she stared closely at Zhang Rongfang. But he didn't speak.

"?" Zhang Rongfang looked at her suspiciously, waiting for her to speak.

"It's okay." Lu Meisha suddenly smiled brightly, turned around and left.

She ran out of the medical hall in a few steps, ran hundreds of meters, and stood behind a newly opened wonton stand at the corner of the street, looking back at the medical hall.

Now she finally understands that what her brother and sister said is true.

Zhang Rongfang pretended to be dismissive on the surface, but actually secretly cared for her.

The proof was the drug.

After she went back, she ate it dubiously for two days, and she obviously felt a lot lighter, and the several hidden diseases on her body disappeared all at once.

It's the third day now, and she feels as if her whole body has become lighter. My mood brightened up.

After that, she went to many other doctors, and the answers she got were all the same.

It is basically impossible to prescribe medicine precisely by relying on hope alone.

Unless it is the rebirth of the former medical saint.

But it is obviously impossible for Zhang Rongfang to have such a level.

Therefore, there is only one possibility.

That is. In fact, Zhang Rongfang has been silently paying attention to her, observing her, and collecting her various physical conditions.

Thinking of this, Lu Meisha's heart couldn't help shaking.

'Now that I think about it, for such a physical problem, he probably prepared a pill for me long ago, otherwise why did I immediately come up with the ready-made medicine when I asked?

I'm afraid it wasn't that he had already prepared the pills, so he just waited to find an excuse to give them to me for treatment. '

Unknowingly, Lu Meisha felt a little sweet in her heart.

But immediately, she quickly shook her head to get rid of this feeling.

‘No, how could I have feelings for Zhang Rongfang, it must be an illusion! Just like him! Even if you are a high-grade martial artist, you still can't hang around outside, and you will come back to ask my brother to take care of your family in the end. '

I thought so, but the throbbing that flashed in my heart just now couldn't be ignored after all.

Lu Meisha reached out and covered her chest, feeling that she had to adjust her mood first.

In any case, although Zhang Rongfang is quite strong, the family backgrounds of the favored children introduced to him by his family are far stronger than his.

No matter how you choose, it will be better than choosing Zhang Rongfang.

After all, are there still few high-grade warriors under the spirit nobles? Couldn't he be compared to a martial arts genius with a Confucian background?

But what if he really likes himself and is willing to give everything, even his life?

Will you.

This thought flashed through her mind, and Lu Meisha's heart skipped a beat, she didn't dare to think about it any more.

Immediately, she suppressed her thoughts, turned around and left quickly.

She now understands why Zhang Rongfang is willing to come back to Wushan Mansion, and why he deliberately drove away his former friends, probably for himself

How about giving him a chance?

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Inside the Shanren Medical Center.

Zhang Rongfang slowly stretched out his hand, picked up a small ball of paper just thrown in, opened it and looked at it.

After reading it, rub the ball of paper to pieces, throw it into the brazier and burn it.

"Xiaodong Xiaoxia, you all look at the medical center obediently, and buy what you want to eat. There is your money in the drawer."

"Okay sir." The two children replied obediently.

Zhang Rongfang nodded, walked out of the hospital, and looked up at the sky.

The sun sinks, leaving only a trace of the edge hanging in the sky.

The red light is like an arrow, piercing through the ladder clouds, dyeing everything in the world into one color.

He lowered his head and walked quickly towards the outside of the city.

After walking a few steps, on the far left, a family across a street suddenly heard the sound of violent firecrackers.

Then there is the sound of blowing suona, beating gongs and drums.

The sound of the music was festive, and some women hummed along with the lyrics, which seemed to be folk songs from some places.

The main idea is to ask the bride not to be in a hurry, put on the hijab, and wait for the groom riding a tall horse to drive away the evil spirits, and use the red thread and the sound of drums to marry the man back home.

This strong joy also dilutes the mourning caused by the previous riots.

Looking away, with some emotion in his heart, Zhang Rongfang quickened his pace, left the city, and rushed towards the direction described in the note.

After driving for about half an hour, we finally arrived at our destination.