Duan Shaojun pulled the corners of his mouth, smiled reluctantly, and then did not forget his identity as the master of the dream relic, the fake horse ghost day, vaguely recited two rebirth mantras, and then viciously bit on the grouse leg, the skin was crispy, the meat was fatty and tender, Duan Shaojun, who had not tasted meat for many days, almost shed tears, this kind of touching was simply a poverty of the poor middle peasants to get rid of poverty and become rich.

Ximen Chuchu was still very Sven at the beginning, holding a stick in one hand, lightly opening his lips and biting lightly, but later, maybe the roasted grouse was too fragrant, or he didn't know when to eat it, so he simply returned the sword to the sheath, used both hands, and ate a hearty and hearty meal.

Duan Shaojun saw Ximen Chuchu's delicate eating statue, and finally had a good impression of this unpretentious, naturally generous Ximen Chuchu. Ximen Chuchu looked like he should be hungry, Duan Shaojun only gnawed most of it, and Ximen Chuchu had already swallowed half of the chicken, and Duan Shaojun couldn't help but admire this beauty for having a good tooth and a good appetite.

Ximen Chuchu is a woman after all, and she can't resist Duan Shaojun's playful smile. Hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief from his arms, carefully wiped his pretty face and hands, and said with some embarrassment. "Thank you, master, this grouse is grilled on the outside and tender on the inside, and the taste is not inferior to the chef in the restaurant."

"Generally average, if it is delicious, it has to be called flower chicken." Hearing this, Duan Shaojun, who couldn't stand the sycophants the most, and was also a beautiful girl's sycophant, began to get nervous, and said while gnawing on the last remaining chicken wings.

"This name is really weird, I've heard of Hanako, but it's the first time I've heard of it called Huaji, could it be that this chicken will also beg for a living?" Ximen Chuchu's eyes lit up, he frowned cutely, and glanced at Duan Shaojun, who definitely thought that Duan Shaojun was fooling people.

“…… In fact, the origin of the name of the flower chicken is a long story. Waving the chicken wings in his hand, Duan Shaojun used a deep tone and that extremely magnetic voice to tell Ximen Chuchu a story that had to be told between Huazi and the chicken.

“…… On that day, the poor monk saw this man named Hanako, who was already seriously ill at that time, but fortunately met the poor monk, and tried his best to save his life. Remembering the grace of my life, he told the poor monk about this chicken practice. ”

"It turns out that the master is the same as your senior brother, and he is also a master of medical Taoism." Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but say with admiration.

"Wherever and wherever the poor monks learn, they are all life-saving methods, if the poor monks are allowed to diagnose the pulse and prescribe medicine, it is simply a murder for money." Duan Shaojun hurriedly shook his head, for fear that he would accidentally be announced by this Ximen Chuchu about his life as a miracle doctor, and when the time came, someone would really come to the door with a difficult and serious illness.

After all, what he is good at is only surgery, and he also has a little dabbling in internal medicine, but the problem is that in this dynasty that is still in the feudal society, the two brushes that he is good at are useless.

You can't prescribe aspirin or penicillin to patients, right? Even if it's opened, can't they take a time shuttle to the 21st century and bring the medicine back?

Of course, he is not completely ignorant of traditional Chinese medicine, such as what kind of seahorse wine, kidney protection pill bald chicken rejuvenation wine, tiger whip and bone strengthening wine and a series of aphrodisiac supplements, which can definitely make the old man in his seventies and eighties also live and live, which is very familiar.

I believe that any man definitely doesn't want a beautiful girl lying in bed, and he can only look gloomily at the little second brother who is as motionless as a dying slug, right?

But the problem is that you can't always post the ancestral secret recipe of the old Chinese medicine for the treatment of yin dysfunction and infertility at the gate of the city or the temple gate, right?

It's not just a matter of humiliation, maybe I just pasted it, and the old thief was so crazy that he grabbed a one-armed loop and threw it back into the primeval forest.

I would rather carry a small backpack and then enter this dense forest that cannot see the sky, so as not to treat the patient who had suffered a stroke and fell into a coma, so that the little second brother stood up with his head held high to shock the world.

When the time comes, he will definitely become the biggest laughing stock in the eyes of those colleagues who are both civil and military, and invincible doctors in the crossing world.

"The master is really modest enough." Ximen Chuchu pursed his lips and smiled, his slender hand caressed the hair that was dancing in the breeze on his cheeks, his eyes were bright, and his smile seemed to have both the innocence of a girl and the charm of a woman.

There are long legs, and the places that should be stiff and the places that should be warped are well developed, well...... If you grow up two or three years old and develop a little better, you will definitely be a goblin who will bring disaster to the country and the people.

Duan Shaojun sighed and said. "It's really not modest, Chinese medicine is so profound that it is really difficult for people to fully understand and see clearly after exhausting their entire lives. Many ancient medical skills far surpassed those of today, but unfortunately they were too shocking to the world, or they were self-esteem, so that they did not pass down. ”

Bian Que Huatuo, according to the records of the history books, all have this ability, however, their medical skills, may have been handed down, but more medical knowledge, especially surgical knowledge, with their passing, and turned into the dust of history, and there is no trace, there are only a few strokes on the historical strategy, let future generations imagine, more is a pity.

Seeing Duan Shaojun's handsome face with gloom and regret, as well as the emotion in his eyes, Ximen Chuchu felt as if there was a light breeze blowing through the heart lake that had been formed since the beginning.

At this moment, Duan Shaojun saw a shiny bald head, but it was the dreaming abbot who was walking towards this side, and he was muttering while sniffing. "What does it smell like? It smells so heavy and oily. ”

"Chu Chu has seen Uncle Monk." Ximen Chuchu hurriedly turned around and saluted.

"But let the old man find it, I didn't expect you to meet it." The abbot snorted, glanced at Duan Shaojun, and then at Ximen Chuchu, with a kind smile on his face. "Chu Chu, this is the benefactor who rescued you from the pool."

Hearing this, Ximen Chuchu couldn't help but be stunned, turned his head in amazement, stared at Duan Shaojun with blank eyes, his expression was very strange, as if he wanted to laugh, as if he wanted to be angry, it was very complicated, and it was mixed with a charming style.

"You, you're the thief who saves people but has a malicious heart?!" Ximen Chuchu looked Duan Shaojun up and down again with some disbelief, and he couldn't imagine that the young monk who looked handsome and upright, and laughed at the gentle and elegant young monk, was so dirty.

"Miss Simon's words are wrong, I saved you, but I never had evil thoughts, let alone evil intentions...... Belch? As soon as Duan Shaojun opened his mouth to say a few words, he saw tears dripping from Ximen Chuchu's reddened eyes.

"You...... You are so despicable, today, I promise you to save my life, but what you have done is completely a whore, a stinky bald donkey! Big Bad! Ximen Chuchu gritted his teeth, and his eyes fell on the abbot of the dream. Uncle, such a person, you still shelter him? ”

"Chu Chu, you really blame him......" The abbot couldn't help but have a black line on his face, but when he saw Chu Chu's pretty face with pear blossoms and rain, he had to smile bitterly. In addition, he is not a monk, so don't scold that bald, well, so that others will think that there is something wrong with this temple......"

"This guy isn't a monk?" Chu Chu's bright eyes widened, he looked at the abbot of the dream, and then at Duan Shaojun, whose expression became a little embarrassed. "You, you, you, you actually pretend to be a monk to deceive this girl."