"Holy Doctor Sect? Do you still pay attention to them now?" Yun Mo asked strangely. He knew that Fan Jingwen's previous medical skills were inherited from the Holy Doctor Sect, and it seemed that Fan Jingwen and the other side were still unhappy. However, since Fan Jingwen has become his own disciple, in Yunmo's view, there is no need for him to maintain a relationship with the Holy Medical Sect.
Fan Jingwen reluctantly said: "This is something that can't be helped. If I don't go, there will be a lot of trouble. The Holy Doctor Sect is not only the first in the Zuo Sui Kingdom, but there are also many fighting-type worships in the Zongmen. . Even if it’s not comparable to Zuo Sui Academy, I’m afraid it’s not much weaker. They now regard me as a traitor, so if I don’t participate in this medical congress, they will probably send someone to "take back" my medical skills. "The so-called withdrawal of medical skills is probably to send a combat-type offering to take my life."
With a sigh, Fan Jingwen said again: "What's more, the teacher who took me into the path of medicine in the past also hoped that I would help the Holy Medical Sect and let the Holy Medical Sect grow and grow, and did not want me to leave the Holy Medical Sect to stand on its own. Although now I worship. I can’t forget the kindness of the teacher who led me to the master’s school. Therefore, I must fulfill the teacher’s last wish before his death. This point, I ask the teacher to understand. If the teacher cares... Master, please expel the disciple from the teacher's door."
Fan Jingwen is obsessed with medicine, and he must have made a great determination to say that Yunmo will drive him out of the teacher. It can be seen how much influence the teacher who led him to the beginning has on him.
Yunmo waved his hand and said with a smile: "Why would I care about this kind of thing? On the contrary, I appreciate you very much. If you worship me as a teacher and forget the kindness of the previous teacher, then I will truly treat you Drive out of the door wall."
"Thank you, Master!" Fan Jingwen knelt down with excitement.
Yun Mo lifted him up with aura and said: "Don't kneel at every turn. I'm not the emperor in the palace. When you apprehend, kneel down and worship me. That is a necessary rule. Other times, you don't need to bow down to me."
"Yes, Master!"
"Then what medical convention, what is it?" Yunmo asked.
Fan Jingwen explained: "It is said that it is a medical school conference, in fact, not everyone in the holy medical school will participate. The medical school conference compares the ability of the third-level and fourth-level doctors to teach their disciples. The third-level and fourth-level doctors sent ten doctors under the age of 20. For the disciples of Physician, conduct a competition. In the future, the sect will allocate resources based on the achievements of the disciples under each physician."
"You have come to the academy, where will there be resources for you?"
Fan Jingwen looked embarrassed and said: "Naturally not, but they believe that I am a traitor to the sect. So after some discussions, they decided to use this medical dao conference to decide whether to punish me. If the doctors are ranked last, they will withdraw my medical teaching."
"Oh? There is more than one fourth-grade physician in the Saint Medical Sect?"
"Well, if you count me, there are five in total."
"Do you want me to participate in this medical dao conference?" Yunmo asked.
Fan Jingwen hurriedly shook his head, "Naturally not. Master is so strong, how can he be succumbed to participate in this low-level competition. The disciples just want Master to hold the battle for me. I am afraid that if there is any accident, I need to personally compete with those people. Medical skills. They will inevitably target me this time, so when necessary, they will ask Master to help a bunch of disciples."
Yun Mo reached out and touched his chin, doing a thinking gesture, then smiled and asked, "I heard that there is a rule in the Holy Doctor Sect. I don't know if it is true or not?"
"What does Master mean?"
"It is said that in the Saint Medical Sect, the person with the highest medical skill can be the Sect Master. I wonder if this is the case?" Yunmo asked with a smile, showing a playful look.
Fan Jingwen nodded and said: "That's true. The current Sect Master is because of the highest medical skill. After the death of the previous Sect Master, he sat on the position of Sect Master."
Yun Mo sat there and laughed twice, stopped talking, nodded, and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
"Thank you, Master!" Fan Jingwen was happy. With clouds and ink, his heart felt a lot more relaxed. However, thinking of the question Yun Mo asked just now and his weird smile, Fan Jingwen whispered in his heart, not knowing what the master wanted to do.
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Ship-shaped magical weapons have less obstacles to flying, so most flying magical weapons in this world are flying boats.
At this moment, Yunmo and the others were riding on Fan Jingwen's flying boat and flew towards Pill City, to be precise, towards the Holy Medical Sect. Yun Mo and Fan Jingwen were sitting in Feizhou’s room, drinking tea and chatting leisurely.
"Is there a problem? If it doesn't work, you can get a better chance of winning if you change to me." Yunmo held up the teacup and took a sip.
Fan Jingwen smiled confidently and said, “Although they are specially looking for extremely talented disciples, our students from Zuo Sui Academy are not bad, and our teaching methods are more systematic. Therefore, even if these students can’t get the first place. , Will not get the last place."
At this time, there were ten students on the deck. They were not Fan Jingwen's disciples, but the ten people with the highest medical skills under the age of 20 in Zuo Sui Xuegong. Of course, Duan Zhaoming has to be removed from this statement. Duan Zhaoming has not reappeared since he was driven out of the door wall by Fan Jingwen.
Yun Mo turned the teacup in his hand and said, "It makes you missing a disciple with good medical skills. If Duan Zhaoming doesn't leave, it will be safer."
Speaking of Duan Zhaoming, Fan Jingwen's face was slightly cold. He said, "That kind of person, they leave and leave sooner or later is a scourge. Moreover, these students are not much worse. When they succeed, they may not be better than others. Zhaoming is poor. One of the little guys named Dai Le has a good medical talent. Now, he has also successfully entered the ranks of second-grade physicians, which is only a fine line behind that Zhaoming. I am prepared. Take a good look at him. If it's appropriate, you can consider accepting him as a direct disciple. Master, please look at this little guy as a disciple."
Yunmo smiled helplessly: "Forget it, let's see for yourself, don't let me get rid of one of your favorite disciples." He put down his teacup, got up and said, "Okay, I'll go out to get some air."
Speaking out of the room, walked to the deck.
As soon as I got out of the deck, I heard some discussions.
"I really don't understand, Master Fan only needs to bring ten people at the Saint Medical Sect Medical Dao Conference, why should I bring that cloud ink?" Someone whispered, with some dissatisfaction in his tone, but he was afraid of being heard by Fan Jingwen. So the sound is very low.
"He used to treat Zuo Juan's leg injury. I heard that Zuo Juan was so badly injured that his entire leg was about to be broken off. If so, this Yunmo's medical skills is really amazing. I heard that Fan Shizheng After that, I often ran to Yunmo, and now it is even more possible to accept Yunmo as a direct disciple."
Hearing such a statement, someone sneered and said, "The one that can cure that kind of injury must at least be a third-tier physician. Do you think that Yunmo will be a third-tier physician?"
"This... naturally impossible."
"That's not right. What do those guys who don't know anything about medicine know? Mostly it is false, and Zuo Juan's injury is probably not that serious. Then Yunmo, maybe just did some simple treatment. Everyone knows. , Yunmo martial arts talent is extremely high, less than a year, from the body tempering realm martial artist to the spiritual realm master. What does this mean? It means that he spent a lot of time on martial arts. In this case, he must have nothing Time to study the path of medicine. The path of medicine is not like the path of martial arts. Even if your talent is amazing, it takes a lot of time to grind to get something. Therefore, even if Yunmo is highly talented in the path of medicine, it is impossible to be an excellent doctor. Uncertain, he is not even a first-class doctor!"
"The analysis makes sense. I think that Yunmo can get the favor of Master Fan, and most of it uses some shameful means!"
"Brother Dai Le, what do you think?"
Everyone looked at a rather handsome man, who was the Dai Le whom Fan Jingwen liked, and is now a second-tier physician. Dai Le’s face was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I don’t care about his medical skills, but I am very angry that he even designed to drive off Brother Duan Zhaoming, which is really unpleasant! Brother Duan Zhaoming, such a good man. ,actually……"
Dale clenched his fists.
"Oh, yes, Senior Brother Duan Zhaoming...it's a pity, which one of the people here hasn't been advised by Senior Brother Duan Zhaoming? It's all caused by this cloud!"
When Yun Mo heard these words, his mouth showed a disdainful smile, but he didn't care much about how these people looked at him. These ten people were just poor people who were deceived by Duan Zhaoming's false appearance. He hummed a tone he heard from nowhere, and Shi Shiran walked onto the deck.
A group of students looked behind Yun Mo, but did not find Fan Jingwen's figure, and then Dai Le roared and rushed to Yun Mo.
"Yunmo! Do you dare to come out alone!"