Chapter 90 The real ghost doctor

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Shao Jiamin poured a glass of Zui Linglong, and the next moment the unique smell of Zui Linglong began to fill the place where she was, and the surrounding diners couldn't help but take a deep breath.

"Fragrant, this wine tastes so fragrant."

Shao Jiamin drank more than one or two gulps, and a trace of blush appeared on her pretty face, "Don't worry, we won't do anything to destroy our own sign. This wine is definitely brewed from pure grains. I dare say that in Pengcheng Hotel, except Peng City Hotel, Zui Linglong will not be sold elsewhere.”

Shao Jiamin's words made everyone excited. They immediately thought of Purple Emperor. You must know that apart from the Purple Emperor store, the only place where you can drink Purple Emperor is Pengcheng Hotel.

Someone immediately poured a glass of Drunken Linglong, took a sip, and exclamations spread throughout the hall. No one had an expression of joy in their eyes. They were lucky enough to come for dinner today. If they hadn't come here, they would have wanted to I don’t know how long I’ll have to wait in line to drink such a delicious medicinal wine.

The diners enjoyed the delicious food and drank Zui Linglong, which they had never drunk before. At the same time, they uploaded the news about the launch of Zui Linglong in Pengcheng Hotel to their circle of friends along with photos and videos.

That is to say, in the afternoon of this day, the entire Pengcheng area knew that Pengcheng Hotel had launched a new medicinal wine, Zui Linglong, which had never appeared before. Not only was it delicious, but the price was not high.

Then there was news from another person that the preserved vegetables and farmhouses in Xihanling also had drunken delicacies for sale.

After the news spread, the preserved vegetables, farmhouses, and hotels were suddenly overcrowded. Many people came with the idea of ​​buying dozens or hundreds of kilograms. But when they didn't have enough, they received a message. Whether it was preserved vegetables, farmhouses, or hotels, they All are sold in limited quantities.

Although it is sold in limited quantities, it still cannot stop people's enthusiasm, and some people even buy Zuilinglong at high prices outside of preserved vegetables, farmhouses, and hotels.

However, the price of Zui Linglong itself is not high, and it is limited in quantity, so even if you pay a high price, only a few can be purchased.

Zhao Xiangyu knew that someone wanted to steal his formula, and he was also worried that the brewed Zui Linglong would be destroyed, so after Wang Ximing and the others left at night, he put all the remaining dozens of jars of Zui Linglong into the space, and then Lock up the workshop.

Returning to the compound, thinking about what happened yesterday, he simply went under the grape trellis again, brought the green wolves out, and asked them to pay attention to what was going on around them, and he started practicing again.

What left Zhao Xinyu speechless was that in the early morning, three foreigners appeared in the compound again. Because they were prepared, Ship Pui had already noticed when they entered his yard.

Yesterday's experience made Zhao Xinyu understand that these people are not ordinary people, and being kind to them is cruel to himself, so he showed no mercy and allowed the three of them to stay in the space forever and become the nourishment of the space.

I wrote down that someone would sneak into the yard every few days, and without exception, the people who entered the yard were not ordinary people. However, after facing Zhao Xinyu, they all quickly turned into corpses.

And in the process of fighting and killing enemies for several days, the Five Gods Art. Like a shadow, he finally broke through to the realm of Dacheng.

The breakthroughs of the Five Gods and Shadows made Zhao Xinyu eager to open the box that his grandfather left for him, and he took out the ancient books in the box.

There was also a yellowed envelope and a box at the bottom of the box. Looking at the familiar face of himself on the envelope, Zhao Xinyu felt very complicated.

The Five God Art can make his body stronger, and follow him like a shadow, making his body like lightning. This should be all ancient Chinese martial arts, and the Hongmeng Sutra is a mental method for cultivating internal strength. But why didn't grandpa tell him at the beginning that Professor Hongmeng When it came to reading the scriptures, I just picked out some of the more difficult passages to teach myself.

He was a little confused. After coming into contact with cultivation, Zhao Xinyu had been thinking about this issue for a long time. Now that the answer to the mystery was about to be revealed, he suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Xinyu picked up the envelope. With trembling fingers, he took out the letter that his grandfather left for him. A black bank card fell out with the letter. The bank card did not have Chinese characters on it, but a series of English words.

Although Zhao Xinyu went to a third-rate university, his grandfather had chosen the school for him, and Zhao Xinyu's cultural classes were enough to attend any major university at that time, so his English level was not low.

At UBS, Zhao Xinyu's eyes suddenly shrank. What shocked Zhao Xinyu even more was that the name that opened the account was not his grandfather but him.

UBS is a famous bank in the world. Those who can open an account in it are either rich or noble. Grandpa is an ordinary old man in the village and is in financial distress. How did he open a UBS bank card for himself? Does grandpa have this other one? identity.

Putting the black bank card aside, he opened the letter that his grandfather left for him. After just reading it for a few times, Zhao Xinyu opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief.

Grandpa's name is not Zhao Lu, but Zhao Polu. He is not an ordinary person. He is an ancient martial arts practitioner and one of the guardians of China during a turbulent period.

He also has another identity, that is, he is the second-ranked ghost doctor in the dark world. The reason why grandpa did not reveal his identity and let himself live a poor life is that he did not want to be blinded by the colorful world. Yan Yan has always only taught Chinese medicine and not ancient martial arts. He also doesn't want to make himself feel superior to others. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to reveal his identity, which will bring big trouble to him and his grandfather.

As for his life experience, he also mentioned in the letter that as long as he rose to prominence in Chinese medicine, people would come to him. However, the letter specifically reminded him that his life experience was particularly sensitive. He almost caused a turmoil, so there was no concern about his life experience. His grandfather left a message for him to treat with caution.

In the last letter, grandfather Zhao Polu specifically stated his last wish, which was to let him restore the glory of traditional Chinese medicine and help him complete his mission of protecting the pure land of China.

Folding the letter and putting it back into the envelope, Zhao Xinyu's expression was extremely complicated. He didn't know what his grandfather had done, but he could think of what kind of life he wanted with his identity as the second-ranked ghost doctor in the dark world. .

But grandpa was willing to let him and Zhao Xinxing live a poor life. Grandpa must have encountered some trouble that was difficult to solve. He knew better than anyone else how much the old man had paid.

Taking a deep breath, he picked up the box in the box. The box seemed light and weightless, which surprised Zhao Xinyu.

There are two small balls in the box, one big and one small, the big one is the size of an egg, the small one is the size of a grape, and there is a skin bag the size of a palm.

Zhao Xinyu picked up the small ball the size of a grape and gently touched it. The small ball instantly turned into a mask. It was an ordinary face, with a black scar running across the entire face.

"This is the ghost doctor, Grandpa's other identity, the ghost doctor who causes headaches in the dark world, the ghost doctor who makes hostile forces outside the country fearful, the ghost doctor who kills people like crazy."

Looking at the mask representing the identity of the ghost doctor, Zhao Xinyu had a very complicated expression. He suddenly thought that he also had many lives on his hands. Could this be the result of his grandfather's subtle influence?

He raised his hand and rubbed the mask representing the ghost doctor a few times, and the mask turned into a small ball again. He did not touch the big ball. The letter mentioned that it was a suit of clothes, which represented the identity of the ghost doctor. He opened the skin.

In the skin bag are thirty-six needles that are shining with green light and are very similar to the silver needles used for acupuncture, but they are much thicker than the silver needles used for acupuncture. Pick up a piece as thin as a cicada's wings. The paper shows the casting method. These thirty-six needles are the weapons that made my grandfather famous.

Putting the leather bag away, his eyes fell on the ancient books he took out. Generally, the ancient books were related to traditional Chinese medicine and could not be seen outside. Those were taken back from the enemy by his grandfather during his mission, but the other half were It is a technique that my grandfather once practiced while concealing his identity.

Staring at the ancient books that were turning yellow and black, Zhao Xinyu couldn't help but feel something in his heart. His grandfather was also an ancient martial arts practitioner and a once famous ghost doctor. How could he fall and fall? . . . . . .

Thinking of these, Zhao Xinyu's eyes flashed, and he left the space with a thought. However, he had an idea in his heart, that is, his grandfather did not die, but used that incident to escape.

Zhao Xinyu felt excited that his grandfather was still alive. He immediately had the idea of ​​returning to his hometown. Thinking that the compound was not peaceful during this period, he decided to go back immediately.

"If you want to go back to your hometown, there won't be anything there." Du Mengnan was also surprised to know that Zhao Xinyu was going back to her hometown.

"My grandfather passed away more than a year ago, so I couldn't help but go back and take a look. It's almost July 15th. We have such a rule over there that before and after July 15th, the descendants have to visit the graves of their ancestors."

"How about I go back with you?"

Zhao Xinyu raised his hand and stroked Du Mengnan's hair, "Mengmeng, there are a lot of things going on here. I can just go back by myself. Besides, there is nothing in my hometown. You will have to suffer with me when you go back."

"Be careful yourself and come back soon. I'll wait for you."

"Okay, I'll try to come back before school starts."

. . . . . .

"Mengmeng, why did you come back early today?" Du Gang saw Du Mengnan coming back, and then saw that Du Mengnan seemed a little unhappy, which made him feel moved.

"Why, I got into trouble with Xinyu."

"Grandpa, how could it be? He went back to his hometown and said he was visiting his grandfather's grave."

Du Gang's face condensed, and a trace of sadness suddenly appeared in his eyes. This scene fell into Du Mengnan's eyes, "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing. When you talked about sweeping graves, I thought of many old friends. Now I am enjoying happiness here, but they..."

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