"How many times have I told you, I am Fei Mu!" the old man said seriously.
"Okay, just pretend that you are Fei Mu, why are you here?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"What is Dang? I am." The old man turned around and walked towards the wooden house.
"Why are you here?" Wu Dongfang followed.
"Guess." The old man said casually.
"I can't guess, you can't cast spells now?" Wu Dongfang asked again. At first, he thought the old man was a bragging liar. With this preconceived idea, the more he looked at the old man, the more he looked like a liar. But now he suspects that this old man may really be the Qinglong Celestial Master. With this thought, the more he looks like the Qinglong Celestial Master. The old man knows all the magics of all races, has a blue dragon tattoo, and knows medical skills. There is no full-time doctor at this time, so all All the doctors here are also wizards. The old man's medical skills show that he was a wizard in the past.
"Who said that?" The old man sat on the steps in front of the house, "There is no one left to cook, so you have to do it yourself."
Wu Dongfang didn't answer. He walked into the house and opened the south window. Then he fiddled with the brazier and lit a fire to keep warm.
While warming himself by the fire, he had been thinking secretly. Assuming that the old man was the Qinglong Heavenly Master, he must have lost his magic and ended up here. There could be no purpose. If there was a purpose, he would never reveal his identity easily.
"Your eyes are rolling around, what are you planning?" The old man moved his hands to the brazier.
"I'm wondering who you are." Wu Dongfang did not hide what he was thinking.
"I'll say it again, I'm Fei Mu." The old man raised his voice.
"Okay, okay, you are, you are, how long have you lived here?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"It's been a few years." The old man said casually.
"What about before? Where did you live before?" Wu Dongfang asked again.
"I will go wherever the slaves go," the old man said.
"How many years?" Wu Dongfang asked.
The old man replied, "I can't remember clearly. I think you are a good person. Become your teacher and I will teach you the medical skills."
Before Wu Dongfang could answer, there were footsteps outside the door, and a masked witch appeared outside.
When the old man saw this person, he hurriedly stood up and saluted him. He was already hunchbacked, so he didn't even need to bend down to salute.
"Get out." The wizard said coldly.
When the old man heard this, he hurriedly lowered his head and ran out.
The witch walked in, and the old man closed the door diligently. When walking south, he deliberately stepped more slowly to tell the witch that he had gone far, looking like a slave.
The wizard walked to the brazier and stopped, "Why are you here?"
"I was captured by Yun Ping and three other male wizards. They suspected that I was the White Tiger Celestial Master of the Jin clan." Wu Dongfang raised his head and glanced at Yaomiao.
Yamiao was wearing a mask, so he couldn't see the expression on her face, and he didn't know if she was surprised. After a pause of more than ten seconds, Yamiao shook her head, "You are not from the Jin tribe, how can you be the white tiger of the Jin tribe?" Heavenly Master."
Wu Dongfang smiled and shook his head, but did not answer.
"Why did you say that last night?" Yamiao asked. Yamiao is from the north, and Mingyue is from the south. But their accents are different from their own people. Yamiao's speech has a final sound that is rare in the north. , but Ming Yue, who should have spoken softly, spoke clearly.
"I am a grown man. If I accept your help, where will you put my face?" Wu Dongfang said casually.
"Are you worried that running away will harm me?" Yaomiao said.
Wu Dongfang smiled and was noncommittal.
"Don't act rashly. No one can escape from this island. I will find a way." Yaomiao whispered.
"You'd better not do anything, otherwise you will kill me." Wu Dongfang shook his head sternly. Yamiao thought he was arrested by mistake. In fact, he knew very well that the other party was not arrested by mistake.
Yaomiao tilted her head, with doubts in her eyes.
Wu Dongfang thought for a while and said, "The three heavenly masters of the Jin clan once used a method to see my situation twelve years later, and they saw some unusual scenes."
"What do you need now?" Yamiao did not ask what the unusual sight was.
"I'll come to you if I need anything. By the way, who is this old man?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"I haven't been here long, and I don't know him well, but I heard from other wizards that this man was once a wizard from the Mu tribe. Many years ago, he was drunk and immoral and committed a crime of adultery. He was deposed by the Qinglong Heavenly Master to cultivate. To drive out the Mu clan." Yaomiao said.
"He said he is Qinglong Celestial Master Fei Mu." Wu Dongfang said.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. Heavenly Master Qinglong is indeed Fei Mu, but Fei Mu is not him. He seems to be called Fei Lu, and he is just a very ordinary wizard of the Wood tribe." When Yao Miao said this, seeing Wu Dongfang showing doubts, she added He said, "The Mu Clan's medical skills are still very good. Although his cultivation was abolished, his medical skills are still there. When we found him, we brought him over and asked him to treat the slaves."
"Why does he keep saying that he is the Qinglong Celestial Master?" Wu Dongfang asked again. He was surprised but not overly surprised by Yaomiao's words.
Yao Miao raised her hand and pointed at her head, indicating that the old man might have some mental issues.
"I'll ask Yunzhu to change your place of residence," Yaomiao said.
"No, no, I'm very interested in his medical skills." Wu Dongfang shook his head and said, Yamiao may have changed his place because he was worried that he would be led crazy by the old man.
"I can't stay too long, I have to leave." Yao Miao turned around and walked towards the door.
"Wait." Wu Dongfang stood up.
Yamiao turned around.
"Take off the mask." Wu Dongfang said.
Raomiao picked it off and bared her teeth at him. The two little tiger teeth were very beautiful.
"Let's go, let's not come here all the time. By the way, my name is not monk, my name is Wu Dongfang." Wu Dongfang said.
Yaomiao smiled and nodded, put on her mask, opened the door and left.
The old man trotted back and said, "What did she tell you? Why is she looking so sad?"
Wu Dongfang sighed. He just asked Yamiao to take off her mask. He was actually testing her. He wanted to see if Yamiao would be unfamiliar and cold now that he had become a prisoner. Unexpectedly, Yamiao took off the mask without any hesitation. He was still filled with joy that he had never expected to see him again. Yamiao's performance made him very happy, but it also made him very worried. Yamiao was a wizard from the Tu tribe, and the Tu tribe was his enemy.
"What did she tell you?" the old man asked curiously.
"She wanted to call me over to treat the slaves she managed, but I don't have medical skills." Wu Dongfang made up a reason for himself to look sad.
"Oh, that's it. You quickly become my teacher and I will teach you medical skills." The old man said.
"Save it." Wu Dongfang tilted his head and glanced at the old man, turned around and walked to the wall, picked up a clay pot and scooped rice to cook. Becoming a disciple was like recognizing his father. He couldn't be fooled by this old liar.
There were two wells in the area where the slaves lived. When Wu Dongfang came back from carrying water, he found two vegetable dumplings on the table. After asking, he found out that the old man had grown some vegetables in the woods behind under the guise of growing herbs. It was winter at this time. There are no leafy vegetables, but there are still lumps like these in the soil under the snow.
"You must be a cook." The old man wolfed down the food.
"You teach me medical skills, and I will cook the meals from now on, is that okay?" Wu Dongfang discussed.
"No, I will never teach you medical skills without becoming a disciple." The old man shook his head repeatedly.
"I treasure my broom." Wu Dongfang curled his lips in anger. He was talking about using a broken broom as a treasure. There is no such idiom yet, so the old man didn't understand.
"I'll show you the power of a broom later." The old man plucked the food in the bowl.
Wu Dongfang snorted and pretended not to take it seriously.
After the old man finished eating, he packed up the messy bottles, jars, grass roots and leaves into a bag, "Take it and follow me."
Wu Dongfang followed the old man with a cloth bag. This old man was not very dedicated and didn't even have a medicine box.
The slaves lived in hundreds of dilapidated wooden houses, about the size of cattle sheds.
"Which one should I save?" The old man stopped in the middle of the village.
"Save them all." Wu Dongfang said.
"If you want to tire me out, pick one." The old man shook his head.
Wu Dongfang thought for a while, "Save the female patient who finally got the disease card."
The old man turned left and right and came to one of the rooms, a big room with air leakage from all sides. The skinny female patient was lying in the corner.
"How do you know she lives here?" Wu Dongfang asked curiously.
The old man said nothing, walked over and looked at the other person, then twirled the messy beard under his chin with a sad look on his face.
"How about changing to another one?" Wu Dongfang said excitedly.
"You think I can't save her?" The old man glared.
Wu Dongfang acquiesced.
"Go out and wait." The old man began to untie his belt.
"What are you going to do?" Wu Dongfang looked at the old man in puzzlement. He seemed to be taking off his pants.
"Treat her." The old man said.
"How to treat it?" Wu Dongfang asked.
"Apprentice, I'll tell you when you become an apprentice." The old man pretended.
"She's already like this, so don't torment her." Wu Dongfang said.
"Get out, don't delay my rescue!" the old man said.
Wu Dongfang shrugged his shoulders, turned around and walked out.
"Close the door!" the old man shouted.
Wu Dongfang closed the door and peeked through the crack of the door. He saw that the old man had really taken off his pants. However, he did not touch the female patient. Instead, he found a jar and squatted down.
Wu Dongfang felt his stomach churning. Just when he was considering whether to rush in and stop him, the old man pulled up his pants and shouted loudly, "Lend me your fire twister."
Wu Dongfang opened the door and gave him the lighter. The old man found some debris in the room, lit it, and began to bake the clay pot.
"Get some porridge." The old man shouted to Wu Dongfang who ran out.
When Wu Dongfang heard this, he turned around and ran to the wooden house. When he came back with the remaining rice porridge from the morning, the old man was adding various herbs to the clay pot, but he was baking instead of cooking.
When the old man saw Wu Dongfang standing at the door, he quickly turned his back to prevent him from seeing what was added to the pot.
Although Wu Dongfang knew that the other party might be using some kind of folk remedy, he didn't want to steal it at all. If he learned this folk remedy, he would easily get beaten.
The old man worked for more than 20 minutes and drank the residue in the jar to the woman. The woman immediately began to vomit violently.
After the woman finished vomiting, the old man came out, took the clay pot, and poured the rice porridge into a clay bowl on the bed. The originally weak woman was able to hold the bowl and drink the porridge by herself.
The old man walked out with a cloth bag and a clay pot, and stuffed the clay pot into Wu Dongfang's arms, "Let's go back."
"You covered this one, I'll choose another one." Wu Dongfang followed.
The old man was unhappy and threw the cloth bag to Wu Dongfang, "Go and cover me..."