"Girl, Master is going out this time and he is going to find a medicinal herb. Master thought of a wonderful recipe. I will think about it later. I will show you."

"Girl, Master has recorded it. You pretend to be so many things, how can Master be able to recite it at a young age..."

"Girl, in the future, you must be a good doctor and a great doctor!"

"Oh, how many times have I told you that the dosage determines the properties of the medicine. If you don't have good medicine, you have to use it more often."

“…”

Honeysuckle walked out of the room step by step, and her mind was full of what the master said to him. His voice, appearance, smile and appearance were vivid in his mind. Why did he leave?

Never see you again?

She thought that she could live a life of rebirth and that everything could be done again. She had the opportunity to study medicine with her master, and could be filial to her master, so that she would not disappoint her master again.

However, after she woke up, she never saw her master again.

"Honey girl!"

Mr. Le kept standing outside the door, siping wine with a cane, until he saw the honeysuckle coming out.

Feng Jing saw at a glance that the honeysuckle looked wrong but didn't say anything. What happened?

"Grandpa Le! Master..." Honeysuckle looked up at Mr. Le, tears flowing quietly.

"Girl, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, please be more open-minded, come with me!"

When the old man lived to this age, he was indeed more open-minded and had nothing to do with open-mindedness. He just knew the destiny.

Honeysuckle was crying, and she didn't know where Mr. Le wanted to take her to. At this moment, her mind was blank and she was following her instinctively.

Feng Jing wanted to keep up when the situation was wrong, but there was still one in the room.

"Boy Feng's family, please guard here."

Mr. Le suddenly explained and did not look back.

The words of the Feng family boy made Feng Jing stunned for a moment, took a look at the honeysuckle, and thought for a while but didn't follow him.

Do you know he belongs to the Feng family? Who is this old man from? Who is the Beggars' Sect?

What special friendship does the Beggars' Sect have with the Feng family? The old man's tone...

Feng Jing was thinking, honeysuckle had already followed Mr. Le out of the yard.

"Miss!"

Seeing the appearance of Honeysuckle, Angelica shouted in peace. Honeysuckle shook her head gently and told her not to follow her.

This direction is to go to Master’s house.

"Your master asked me to help him watch this house. The old man is worthy of his gratitude. Every time the old man leaves Beijing, he will explain to me carefully, saying that if he doesn't say that he will come back at the predetermined time, he will never come back. Some things are for the old man to hand over to you!"

As for people, there will always be such a day, let alone this age.

Honeysuckle followed silently without a humming sound.

She found that her disciple, who had been with her master for so many years, had no choice but to know about her master at all.

But she understood that the master did not tell her this and felt that she would not treat her as an apprentice.

No matter how many identities the master has or what does it have to do with her, the master is always her master.

"Girl, if your master doesn't tell you some things, you have his own reasons. Here, there is what your master has learned throughout his life. He has explained that if one day he can't come back, he will give you all these things."

In the dark room of the room, Mr. Le pointed to the rows of books and said.

In addition to some medical books and pharmacopoeia, there are also some other books, including some rare and lonely books.

After saying that, Old Master Le walked to the west desk and squatted down, opened the desk vigorously, and then fumbled for a while. The floor where the desk was placed slowly moved away, and there was a secret wall hidden under the desk.

"Girl, the things inside are also left to you by your master. I am only responsible for guarding them. You can watch it slowly by yourself."

After Mr. Le finished speaking, he didn't even look at the things inside and left the underground dark room alone.

Even though he knew the identity of the old man and guessed that what he left behind would be extraordinary, he did not think about it. This was a gentleman's friend, and it was also the reason why Wan Lixing trusted the other party so much and gave it to him to guard it.

The light in the dark room was a little dim. Honeysuckle walked into the dark square and squatted down and looked down. It turned out that the master had already planned everything.

There were three wooden boxes in the secret compartment, one large and two small, and honeysuckle took out the boxes one by one and opened them.

A small box filled with small medicine boxes with double jade gourds engraved with them. These were all precious medicines made by her master. She said why didn't she look at them? It turned out that the master was hiding it here. The treasures were like something, and it turned out that they were all left for her! Looking at these, the tears of honeysuckle flooded again.

Carefully touching the medicine boxes, Honeysuckle said softly: "Master!"

I opened another small box, and there were some books neatly placed inside. These books were never seen before. They looked like manuscripts, and they were quite casual in binding and handwriting.

In the lower left corner of each manuscript, there are icons of double jade gourds.

Yandong couldn't help but pick up a copy to read it. It turned out to be the golden needle technique she learned with his master on weekdays. The master never said that there was a secretary of the map, and they were all dictated. When Yandong saw the signature of the last page of the manuscript, he was stunned for a moment, Ghost Doctor Shura!

Just say, the handwriting on it does not look like it is from Master.

I then looked through a few points and found that they were all manuscripts. Except for the Golden Needle Book, the other manuscripts did not even have names, as if they were bound by loose pages collected.

Some record prescriptions, some describe the symptoms and treatment methods, and some record the herbs.

In short, every book is very complicated, but after reading it, I realized that no matter which one is, she will benefit her greatly, even though the master has taught her many things.

So this box is what the ancestor left behind?

But when Honeysuckle opened the largest box, there was only one painting in the huge box.

There is no collection of thousands of grasses, no pictures, only one painting.

Honeysuckle bent over and took out the painting inside, gently untied the lace and slowly unfolded it. It caught her eye with an ink and water landscape painting. She always knew that her master was good at painting medicine, but she rarely painted beside her master's brushstrokes, but she could see his master's strokes at a glance.

A landscape painting, why does the master hide it here? Is there anything special about this painting?

Honeysuckle touched her tears and didn't look closely. It was just that the things left by her master, whether they were precious or not, she would carefully treasure them.

When she got up, she found an envelope in the corner of the box, and she didn't notice it for a moment.

I quickly put down the scroll and took out the letter.

Is this a letter from the master to her?

The content of the letter is very simple, it is her master's usual style.

‘Advisor, when you see this letter, you may no longer be in the world, and there is no need to be sad. Being a teacher is the fate of heaven. If you meet your disciple in your later years, you can give an explanation to the master. Remember the words of your teacher, and save the world and the doctor will do the world! To become a real doctor, you can keep things here well. Do not ask about the matters about the master. There is a painting in this box that must be kept well. This painting is related to the people of the world and is also the lifelong hard work of a teacher. When you finish practicing the medical skills and pharmacopoeia left to you by your master, you will know the meaning of this painting. Just put your pen down and hope that your disciple will cherish yourself well and do not have to worry about being a teacher!’

Honeysuckle looked at the letter in her hand, then looked down at the scroll placed beside her.
Chapter completed!