Guest pharmacist

"How do you say this?"

The divine light flashed in King Yan's eyes, and even Yuwen Xin, who was quietly sitting silently beside him, had a little curiosity in his bright eyes.

"This is also considered a secret in the world of immortal cultivation..."

Yang Fan hesitated for a moment, not knowing whether he should say it well, and he was not sure about his guess.

King Yan smiled faintly: "The Yuwen family is one of the four major immortal cultivation families in Kyoto. I have been in contact with the so-called immortal cultivation world for a long time."

"Is that Wushuang or immortal cultivator a good person?"

"I'm not sure whether it's an immortal cultivator, but this son must be not comparable to that of a secular warrior. I have a guess..." Yang Fan paused, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "In ancient books in the world of immortal cultivating, there is a record called 'Reincarnation'."

"Reincarnation?" King Yan and Yuwen Xin were both shocked.

In the secular world, there is also a saying of reincarnation, but those who understand things know it, this is nonsense.

"Yes, there is also a saying of 'reincarnation' in the world of immortal cultivation, but it is just a legend. No one can truly confirm and confirm it. Because according to the theory of samsara, after the creature dies and turns into the next life, all memories will be lost."

Yang Fan said that he also had many speculations and mysteries in his mind.

He had asked Wushuang before and confirmed that this son was not reborn after taking possession of his body.

Taking over the body is a taboo in the world of immortal cultivation. That is, after a monk dies, his spirit body escapes, erases the consciousness of other creatures, and takes over their physical bodies for himself, thus achieving the purpose of "rebirth" or "re-cultivation".

Of course, the body-taking will only be carried out under unscrupulous conditions, and the probability is very low: the body-taking object is too weak to bear the spirit body. If the object is too strong, it will be swallowed by the other party's spirit body.

Moreover, the more times you take over the body, the lower the probability. Generally speaking, after the first successful body, some factors will be lost in the spirit body, and it will be even more difficult to take over the body next time.

"I don't know if the King of Yan knows some clues about Wushuang's identity."

Yang Fan couldn't help asking when he saw King Yan bowing his head and thinking.

"In fact, Wushuang was recommended to Kyoto by one person... That person plays an important role in Yuyang Country, and even the senior officials of the Immortal Cultivation World are very afraid of him." King Yan said in a low tone.

"Who is that person?"

Yang Fan was extremely curious. A mortal can make the senior leaders of the Immortal Cultivation World very afraid, which shows his strength. The senior leaders of the Immortal Cultivation World must be a high-level cultivator above the Golden Elixir Stage.

"He is my teacher." King Yan looked up at the sky. When he mentioned the word "teacher", his eyes were filled with awe and a look of upturn.

King Yan’s mentor? Who would he be?

Yang Fan thought of King Yan's martial arts that transcend the secular world, and a trace of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, but he didn't catch it.

King Yan took a deep breath and said in a strange tone: "My master, he is the most powerful secular person in Yuyang Country, the Martial Saint."

Martial Saint!

When Yang Fan heard these two words, his mind moved and deeply felt the weight represented by these two words.

"Wu Shuang is your junior brother?" Yang Fan asked tentatively.

"No," King Yan said with great determination: "The master has confirmed this matter."

Yang Fan nodded, remembering his arrogant appearance. Such a person would probably not surrender to anyone.

Next, there was a silence in the study. Yang Fan tried his best to heal Yu Wen Lie's injuries, and his cultivation level increased rapidly, and his speed was only slightly slower than when he was treated in Wushuang.

This result surprised Yang Fan slightly.

Logically speaking, the King of Yan has much deeper skills than Wushuang, and his physical strength is a little stronger. The injuries of the two are not comparable. It should be that the King of Yan's cultivation is better to improve his cultivation.

For a moment, Yang Fan fell into a brief meditation.

Perhaps, the definition of individual strength cannot be measured by deep skills, physical strength, etc. It should also include a person's essence, energy, and spirit.

Wushuang is much stronger in terms of spiritual will than the King of Yan at this moment. He has a strong will to be brave and has unlimited potential, which is also part of his strength. In contrast, Yan Wang Yuwen Lie has lost the fighting spirit that is not afraid of life and death, and on the spiritual level, he is a few points worse than the former.

Time passed by little by little, nearly half an hour later.

"Your injury has been cured."

Yang Fan withdrew his hand and let out a light breath.

"Your treatment speed is so fast..." Yu Wen Lie said in disbelief: "If it were the past, such injuries would probably be difficult to heal in less than a month or two. But it took you only half an hour to recover from my injuries. Even the three great doctors in Kyoto could not do it."

"Many people say that." Yang Fan smiled slightly, not humble.

He has been practicing medicine for a while and has treated many monks with injuries. Their common response is that they are fast.

Yuwen Lie was silent for a long time and sighed: "I wonder how much time will Yang Yaoshi stay in the mansion? If I am not mistaken, Wushuang's next challenge target will be you Yaoshi."

Yuwen Xin, who was sitting beside him, his expression changed when he heard this and said nervously: "Wu Shuang wants to challenge you, pharmacist?"

"Me?" Yang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, "How did the prince know? How could Yang just be a pharmacist, so how could he challenge the martial arts genius at this level?"

He and Wushuang reached an agreement privately, and no one outsiders knew about it during this period.

"Feeling." Yu Wen Lie's eyes were bright, he stared at Yang Fan, and said, "When he was in the Qunying Hall, this boy had this tendency. As for the strength of the pharmacist..."

Yang Fan shrugged and looked at him with a smile: "I am just a pharmacist who saves life and helps the wounded."

Yuwen Lie looked at him with a complicated expression: "The pharmacist is modest. Although I can't see through your specific realm, the intuition of the warrior tells me that you have the strength that cannot be underestimated... What's more, when did Wushuang challenge an opponent who is much weaker than him?"

"This is an agreement between me and him, and the specific contents of Yang cannot be revealed."

Yang Fan pondered.

When he heard Yang Fan confirm, King Yan sighed: "The golden cord is not something in the pond."

"I wonder what the pharmacist has plans to cure the little girl's illness, leave the royal palace, or have another purpose?"

The King of Yan asked bluntly again.

"It depends on you, Prince..." Yang Fan smiled faintly.

"How do you say this?" King Yan's eyes lit up. He thought that a pharmacist with the strength level of the other party would not join the Prince Yan's Mansion so easily. At this moment, he heard Yang Fan's tone, and it seemed that it was still possible.

"What are the requirements for the pharmacist?

Yuwen Xin also looked expectant.

Yang Fan thought a little and slowly began: "Since I changed my practice of medicine and received guidance from experts, I have devoted myself to practicing medicine, with the purpose of saving lives and helping the wounded and loving the world... In order to save countless injured people in the sky, as a doctor, my ultimate goal of coming to the royal palace is to... open a clinic."

Open a clinic!

The King of Yan was drinking tea, but at the end he heard it, he almost choked.

He originally thought that Yang Fan, a pharmacist with extraordinary medical skills, would have any secrets that would be revealed when he came to his palace, but the purpose he said in the end surprised him.

Opening a clinic and asking for charitable funds is too simple, too simple...

The King of Yan doesn't believe it!

"I didn't expect that the pharmacist was so kind and had a fraternal heart that could save the world and save people."

Yuwen Xin looked respectful, believed Yang Fan's words and admired his qualities.

Seeing that someone finally believed in his purpose, Yang Fan nodded and felt very relieved.

His purpose of coming to the Yan Prince's Mansion was really that simple. Open a clinic! That's all, without any other intentions.

"I wonder if the 'Yan Prince's Mansion' can help Yang achieve this wish?"

Yang Fan looked at Yuwen Lie with a smile, waiting for his reply.

"This..." Yu Wen Lie felt a little guilty, not believing that Yang Fan's purpose was so simple.

"Did the prince think that with your idea, Yang can open a large clinic to save thousands of suffering injured people... This is a matter of accumulation of good deeds."

Yang Fan encouraged him.

"Accumulate good deeds? Hahaha! The pharmacist is an immortal cultivator. Will he still believe this?" King Yan temporarily dispelled his concerns and asked with a smile: "The royal family spends a lot of financial and manpower to help you plan this matter. I wonder if the pharmacist can become the pharmacist of the royal family."

"Guest pharmacist?" Yang Fan said with no time to think: "This is fine, but Yang needs a high degree of freedom, not being dispatched or ordered by the royal palace, and has the right to choose. Of course, Yang will also obey morality and concern about basic human favors."

"Okay, it's a matter of determination. I will now give you the Supreme Token of the Palace! Those who hold this order are no different from seeing this king, and can facilitate the pharmacist to do things."

King Yan said generously and took out a golden dragon pattern token, the size of an adult's palm.

Yang Fan is welcome, took the order and put it away.

"We can talk about planning the clinic later. Before that, I want to ask the pharmacist one or two things, which is related to Xin'er."

King Yan looked solemn and looked straight at the mysterious man in front of him.

"May I ask." Yang Fan noticed a strange atmosphere.

Yuwen Xin also looked upright and listened quietly.

"The first thing is about Xin'er's special physique, which is what the pharmacist calls the 'Nine Su Xuan Vein'. When Xin'er was born, she was different from other children. She understood the truth and was understanding. The strangest thing is that she also had incredible prediction ability..."

The King of Yan paused and said, "The pharmacist had also said before that he was interested in Xin'er, so he made an exception to treat her. I felt deeply uneasy and said bluntly, hoping that the pharmacist could name the reason."

"What do you mean?" Yang Fan narrowed his eyes slightly.

King Yan glanced at Yang Fan deeply:

"If Yang Yaoshi is interested in Xin'er, I can make the decision and betroth her to you to repay the pharmacist's life-saving benefactor; if the pharmacist is only interested in her mysterious physical condition and is interested in Xin'er's qualifications, I can also let Xin'er practice immortality with you."
Chapter completed!