Chapter 61: Hu Qing Niu

  "Zhao Ji, you're in such a hurry to find me, what's so important?"

  Walking up to Zhao Ji's front, Ding Dian asked while still looking at Ling Xuehua with concern, apparently not feeling reassured.

  "Brother Ding, I think Sister-in-law Ding's illness is not light, the medical skills of ordinary people may not be able to cure her. After some careful consideration, I finally thought of a way that might save Sister-in-law Ding's life."

  Zhao Ji said solemnly.

  "Really? Is there really a way to save Feng Hua's life?"

  Ding Dian was shocked and asked excitedly.

  Ling Fenghua's condition was really too serious, and after several attempts to find someone to treat her, there was still no effect, and Ding Dian almost gave up.

  Unexpectedly, Zhao Ji came to his door and said that Ling Shuanghua still had a glimmer of hope for rescue, how could Ding Dian not be shocked, and then both surprised and delighted.

  "It's true, the first month is here again, I can bring a divine doctor from the lower realm, maybe he can cure Ding Dajie."

  Zhao nodded slightly, with some uncertainty in his tone.

  "Right! I forgot that you have the ability to summon strong people from the lower realm. This method might actually work, brother, so I'll leave it to you."

  When Zhao Ji said this, Ding Dian also thought it was feasible and couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The joy in his heart also showed on his face.

  "Alright, I'll take action immediately, Brother Ding, wait for my good news."

  Patted Ding Dian's shoulder, Zhao Ji didn't hesitate and turned around to leave.

  Found Song Yuanqiao, a few words moved him, and the two rushed to Feisheng Peak. The road was familiar, and they soon arrived at Feisheng Temple.

  After flipping through the books I've read, the most familiar ones are still Jin Yong's martial arts novels. There are a few divine doctors in them, but Zhao Ji is most familiar with Hu Qingniu.

  With a stroke of the brush that could determine life and death, and with an ink that would last for eternity, the name "Hu Qing Niu" was written down. The next moment, a middle-aged man with a messy beard appeared in the Fei Sheng Hall.

  "Ah, where is this?"

  Like other flying ascenders, Hu Qingniu was dazed and slightly frightened when he suddenly appeared in a strange place.

  "This is the Ascension Hall of Heaven."

  Zhao repeated what he had said several times before.

  The two of them sat inside the Fei Sheng Hall, chatting, and Zhao Ji told Hu Qingniu everything he could tell him, leaving Hu Qingniu staring with his eyes wide open in shock and amazement.

  "Brother Zhao, so it seems I've achieved spiritual enlightenment through medicine and ascended to the heavenly realm."

  Hu Qingniu raised an eyebrow and said in surprise.

  "Not bad, as I see it, all things and ways under heaven can communicate with the divine. The way of martial arts can communicate with the divine, the way of medicine can communicate with the divine, and the way of military strategy can also communicate with the divine. As for what realm one can cultivate to, that depends on an individual's innate abilities."

  With a faint smile, Zhao Ji suddenly said in a boastful tone.

  "Well said! I didn't expect Zhao brother to have such profound insight. It's truly admirable."

  Song Yuanqiao, who had been standing by and feeling nonexistent, listened to Zhao Ji's words and felt deeply in agreement with them, and couldn't help but speak out in praise.

  Those words were just some theories that Zhao Ji heard from later generations, but they were actually empty and had no practical significance, not even he himself believed them.

  But people like Song Yuanqiao who cannot extricate themselves from the constraints of Confucianism will definitely resonate with those remarks.

  "Song Lao Ge overpraised."

  With a hint of disdain in his heart, but with an unchanged expression, Zhao enthusiastically said: "Come on, Song and Hu, let me introduce you two. Whether or not you've met before, I'm sure you've both heard of each other's names."

  "Hu brother, this is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

  "Song, this is Hu Qingniu, the Butterfly Valley's Divine Doctor."

  In the world of 倚天 (The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber), Song Yuanqiao and Hu Qingniu are both quite famous, regardless of whether their fame is good or bad. The two at least know each other.

  Although they had heard of each other's names, the two were on different paths, one righteous and the other evil. They didn't have much of a relationship to speak of, and perhaps even looked at each other with some disdain. After Zhao Ji introduced them, the two simply nodded slightly to each other, exchanged a few words of admiration, and remained lukewarm.

  "Brother Hu, now that you've come to the heavenly realm, unfamiliar with the place and people, I don't know what plans you have for the future."

  Zhao Ji pretended to be concerned and asked.

  "This one, I don't know if Brother Zhao has a good suggestion."

  His mind was momentarily confused and bewildered, and Hu Qingniu also didn't know what to do, so he thought of asking Zhao Ji's opinion.

  "Hu brother, if I may say so, why don't you follow me first and get a sense of the situation in the heavenly realm? Then we can discuss further and make a decision later."

  Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and he said seriously.

  "Alright then, I'll go along with what Brother Zhao says."

  Hu Qingniu thought for a moment, and it seemed that this was all he could do for now.

  "Alright, let's go."

  Just out of the Fei Sheng Temple gate, with two "squeak" sharp cries, Purple Star swung its fluffy big tail, like a sharp arrow, falling towards Zhao Ji's shoulder.

  "Zixing, just now, where did you run off to again? I thought we wouldn't meet this time around."

  Rubbing Zi Xing's fluffy head, Zhao Ji was extremely delighted.

  "Squeak."

  In January, Zhao Ji hadn't seen the purple star for a long time, and it seemed to miss him very much. Its big tail swept back and forth across Zhao Ji's face, making happy cries.

  "Hmm, Brother Zhao, this purple squirrel seems quite extraordinary. Could it be a spiritual or supernatural species?"

  When he saw the purple star playing and laughing with Zhao, Hu Qingniu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise.

  "Whether it's a spiritual being of another kind, I don't know, but Purple Star is indeed very intelligent."

  A flicker of doubt crossed his face as to whether Zixing was a squirrel or something else, but he didn't know either, and he also didn't mean to investigate further.

  One person and one mouse played for a moment, Zixing's figure jumped up from Zhao Ji's shoulder and fell to the ground, but then turned back to shout at him twice.

  Every time she jumped two steps on the ground, Zi Xing would turn her head back and shout at Zhao Ji in a very urgent tone.

  "Zixing, are you trying to get me to keep up with you?"

  In fact, Zhao Ji had just asked this one question, and he already understood what Zixing meant.

  "Song Ge, Hu Xiong, please wait for a moment, I'll go with Zixing to take a look and will be back soon."

  After instructing Song Yuanqiao and Hu Qingniu, Zhao Ji strode quickly away.

  Following Zixing, Zhao Jisan turned around and walked for about two or three miles before arriving at a hidden stone crevice. As he proceeded further in, he discovered a lush patch of ginseng.

  Carrots were not uncommon in ancient times, although they were not everywhere. In the mountains and forests where plants grew, they could always be found.

  However, in the past hundred years or even decades, ginseng that is hundreds or thousands of years old is rare and precious.

  At this time, what caught Zhao's eye was a patch of shade in the stone crevice, where a large number of ginseng grew, including those of various ages, with hundreds of years not being rare, and perhaps even thousands of years.

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