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When a post station appeared in front of him, the disciple leading a thin mule shouted happily.

"Master, we have a place to stay," he said.

Behind him, Qiao Minghua, who was also sitting on a thin mule, hummed with a dull expression.

It was almost evening at this time, and it was very lively with people coming and going in front of the inn.

The people who come and go dress differently and are naturally treated differently.

Master Qiao Minghua and his apprentice waited patiently.

It took a long time before a chubby Yi Cheng came over.

"Suitable," he said, holding out his hand.

The disciple hurriedly took out his identity documents.

Yi Cheng shook it off carelessly, looked at it and immediately burst into laughter.

"Oh, it turns out to be the military doctor from Mobei." He smiled and hurriedly extended his hand to invite me.

The people going in and out next to me were very surprised when they heard it.

Look at these two people, who are holding a thin mule and wearing cloth clothes, but still inconspicuous in the crowd. They are treated so politely by the Yi Cheng who cares most about people's dishes. Could it be that this person has a good background? Isn't it true that people can't be judged by their appearance?

When I heard that he was called a military doctor, I was shocked.

Military doctor?

Although today's military doctors have their own official positions just like those generals, their merits are not as obvious as those of those generals. Therefore, they are rarely promoted. Basically, they just stay in one position, which is not considered at all.

Anyone who needs special courtesy.

What happened to this Yi Cheng? He was more happy than meeting a county magistrate.

"Are you going to the capital?" Yi Cheng led the two of them in and chatted.

"Yes." The disciple replied.

Qiao Minghua remained silent.

When the clerk asked about it, Yi Cheng felt a little uneasy.

"I'm so sorry. The upper house is gone." He said, apologetically.

"It's okay, we can just live in Tongpu." The disciple replied.

Yi Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly asked people to lead him away. Then he thought of something else.

"It's just that someone already lives over there in Tongpu." He said, looking hesitant.

"What's wrong?" The disciple asked in confusion, "Isn't he allowed to live together?"

"No, no," Yi Cheng said hurriedly, "This person is a bit weird."

"Everyone in this world is different, that's okay." Qiao Minghua said.

Yi Cheng glanced at him and realized that this man was not mute.

He stopped talking and let the two people be led to Tongpu.

"Sir, let these two people live in the same room as the man with the skeleton on his back?" A clerk came over and asked in a low voice, "That guy is so weird. It scares these two military doctors to report to Master Hu.

We are just afraid that we will lose a sum of money..."

Yi Cheng reached out and touched his chin, looking at the backs of the two people.

"It should be fine. I think these two people are quite weird." He said, shaking his head, "Besides, they are military doctors and have seen a lot of life and death on the battlefield. It would be perfect to live in the same room with that person."

"This is it." The clerk pointed to the house in front of him and said.

The lights were on in the room, and a tall and thin figure was cast on the window. He seemed to be reading a book and practicing calligraphy while sitting at the table.

The disciple thanked him.

"Our mule, please feed me a handful of beans," he said with a smile, taking out two coins and giving them to the clerk.

The clerk smiled and refused to answer.

"No need to use this. You work hard every day and earn a salary in exchange for your life. We can't take it." He said and left without saying anything.

The disciple shook his head and smiled while holding the money.

"Master, it's really strange. Isn't it said that the people in these stations are the best at flattering others and looking at money? Why are these people so polite to us along the way? It seems that we have misunderstood them." He said.

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Qiao Minghua looked numb.

"None of our business," he said, reaching out and pushing the door open.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Qiao Minghua thought that the door was old and sunken, so he pushed harder and pushed again.

The door made a clanging sound, obviously it was locked from the inside.

The sound alarmed the people inside.

"What?"

a man's voice asked.

"Resident." The disciple said hurriedly.

There was silence inside the door, and then there was a crashing sound, as if the man was cleaning up something.

"Wait a moment," he said.

What are you doing? Are you counting the money with the door locked?

The disciple curled his lips and had no choice but to wait.

After waiting for a moment, the door was opened, and under two dim oil lamps, a man in black stood in front of him.

The lantern hanging under the door illuminated his description.

He was about thirty years old, with fine features and handsome features, but his face was thin and unsmiling, making him look a little cold.

He briefly looked at Qiao Minghua and the two, then turned and walked away.

Qiao Minghua and his disciples walked into the house and saw that a blanket had been spread out on the bunk bed, which obviously belonged to this man.

The disciple then hurriedly unfolded other bedding.

Qiao Minghua put the baggage on the table.

A large square box has been placed on the table, and the man is packing pens, ink, paper and inkstones in front of the table.

Qiao Minghua saw the densely written words on the papers he had collected.

He was not a talkative person, and this man didn't seem to talk much either. There was a silence in the room.

"Is this lord going to the capital?" The young disciple made the bed and couldn't stand the silence, so he asked enthusiastically.

The man hummed, apparently not wanting to continue the conversation.

The disciple was shocked. It was indeed strange, but it was nothing. If he didn't talk, he wouldn't talk. It's not like he had never seen people who didn't like to talk, such as his master.

The man packed his things and inadvertently saw Qiao Minghua's baggage.

Qiao Minghua was frugal and used military-issued backpacks marked with red crosses to carry his luggage.

"Are you a doctor?" the man suddenly asked.

Qiao Minghua hummed and didn't seem to want to continue the topic.

"Yes, yes, we are military doctors, from Mobei." The disciple said enthusiastically.

The man looked at them, his expression changed, and he actually smiled.

The cold face suddenly became kind and bright.

"The military doctor from Mobei," he said. "He's from Mobei."

He repeated the word "Mobei" on both sides. The former "Mobei" was a sigh, and the latter one was a bit sad.

Qiao Minghua ignored it, found a wooden barrel and a copper basin, and prepared to wash up.

The man stopped talking and seemed to be distracted. Under the oil lamp, his expression seemed sad or happy.

This man was really weird, and the disciples couldn't help but muttered when they saw him.

"Hurry up and get some sleep. We have to travel early tomorrow morning," Qiao Minghua said.

The disciple said yes. He put away his thoughts of talking to this man, hurriedly fetched water, and washed with Qiao Minghua. When they were ready to go to bed, the man stood up from the table to wash himself and go to bed.

The lights in the house went out. Night enveloped the room.

Master Qiao Minghua and his disciples were very tired from the bumpy journey, especially when the young disciple could eat and sleep. He fell asleep after touching the pillow. He suddenly started snoring.
To be continued...