After the death of Anyuan County, the family members usually have to keep a guard for three days to avoid the deceased's ghosts coming home and unable to find their family members and become lonely ghosts. This is also the time for relatives, friends and colleagues to come to worship.

Three days later, the deceased was buried and the coffin was entered into the grave. Xiang Yang was only a fifteen-year-old boy. Although he was well-versed in martial arts, he was not very good at these tedious things, thanks to Mr. Liu who took care of everything for him.

The place where Xiang Daniu's grave was buried is placed on Yuanbao Mountain more than ten miles away from the county town. The mountain is not high and covers only a few dozen miles. However, because the mountain is like an ingot, it is considered a Feng Shui treasure land by many people. If you bury your ancestors here, you will not only be rich but also be able to bless your descendants.

In front of the black soil bun, yellow paper money was scattered all over the floor, and a long blue-white tombstone was erected, which read "The tomb of my father Xiang Daniu, and the son Xiang Yang stood up." On the back of the tombstone was the glorious deeds of Xiang Daniu fighting against bandits and bandits engraved by Xiang Yang, who asked the stone carving master in the county to fight against bandits and bandits and beheading the two, belonging to the life of the character.

Xiang Yang wore white cloth on his head and white mourning clothes. His handsome face was solemn. He respectfully kowtowed three times at Xiang Daniu's tombstone, and said silently in his heart,

"From today, I am Xiang Yang. If my father has a spirit in heaven, I must bless me to find the mastermind behind the scenes, kill my enemies with my hands, and avenge you."

Beside Xiang Yang were the cold gourds of the gourds used to make wine when Xiang Daniu was stuck on the ground and the wine gourds used to make wine during his lifetime. The cool breeze blew, and the green ears hanging on the hilt of the long knife were swaying, adding a sense of bleakness.

Xiang Yang kowtowed, got up and drew his sword, picked up the wine gourd, opened the plug, poured a clear and sweet wine on Yan Lingdao, and then the wine flowed to the ground along the shining and sharp blade, which was considered to worship Xiang Daniu with sword wine.

Behind Xiang Yang, Mr. Liu, dressed in a blue robe, was a little sad and melancholy when he saw this. Although Xiang Daniu's life was calm, it changed his destiny. From a farmer who was taking care of the land and fields to killing bandits and being praised by the county lord, it was worthwhile for his life.

"Uncle Liu, thank you for your help these two days. Another day, my nephew has set up a table at home and invites you all to have a meal. It is a sign of expressing your feelings. Please don't dislike me."

Mr. Liu nodded with a smile, and saw Xiang Yang's face full of determination, he felt relieved. The death of his relatives did not defeat the young man. It's great that the big bull can feel at ease in the underworld.

When she returned to the county town and entered Dongcheng Street, Xiang Yang found an excuse to separate from Mr. Liu and walked back to Chuntang alone.

Huichuntang is the most famous pharmacy and clinic in the county town. The owner, An Daoquan, had extraordinary medical skills. He once treated a crude man with a bowl-sized pustules behind him for free, and successfully saved the man's life. He became famous and became an Aoshi Doctor with both medical skills and medical ethics.

Xiang Yang has been infected with wind and cold, and usually goes to Huichuntang to get medicine. Generally, he will get medicine after taking two or three doses. He is very conscientious. Therefore, this time he needs to take internal medicine for practicing iron crotch skills, and also configure it back and forth to Huichuntang to avoid encountering cases where black-hearted merchants sell fake medicine.

Standing at the door of Huichun Hall and looking at the patients who were constantly in and out, Xiang Yang carried the goose-ling knife in his hand and walked in with his head held high.

As soon as he entered the door, a pharmacy shop came up and saw Xiang Yang wearing mourning clothes. His eyes were a little unlucky, but his face was not revealed. When the mate's eyes swept over the Yanling Knife held in Xiang Yang's left hand, his attitude immediately turned around.

"Does this young man come to see a doctor or come to get medicine? I recommend Dr. Zhao from the clinic for treatment. If you take medicine, the younger one can serve you."

Xiang Yang's eyes were keen. Seeing the bad luck and disgust flashing in the guy's eyes, he didn't care. He just nodded with a calm face,

"I'll take the medicine. You can take it according to the prescription I wrote. If you are short of weight or have fake medicine added, I'll just ask."

He was worried that this guy was afraid of those who were mourning themselves and did not take medicine carefully, so he spoke a stiff tone.

The guy looked at the Yanling Knife in Xiang Yang's hand with a little fear, and hurriedly arched his body to lead Xiang Yang to the edge of the medicine cabinet, took the yellow paper handed over by Xiang Yang and glanced at him and started to grab the medicine.

Xiang Yang looked around and looked at Huichuntang carefully. The huge space was divided into two parts. He was in a pharmacy. The left and right walls were full of medicinal materials, and his nose was filled with medicinal flavor. The medicine cabinet was made of precious wood, which had a good protective effect.

Next to the guy who was taking medicine for him, there were four guys dressed up in the same dress to entertain the medicine catcher. They were all busy, and there was nothing to say about the patients on both sides. Some looked dirty, while others were coughing and asthma. They were all taken to get medicine after seeing the doctor.

On the other side, there is the doctor's medical room, which is covered with a dark yellow curtain, and the figures inside can be seen vaguely. They should be all patients waiting for diagnosis. Xiang Yang counted and smacked his tongue. No matter which world, working as a doctor is just making money.

The pharmacist was very fast. Not long after, he grabbed all the medicinal materials needed by Xiang Yang, packed them with yellow paper, and handed them to Xiang Yang.

"Young hero, the medicine is well-behaved, and the medicine is effective, but the price is a bit expensive, a total of twenty-five taels and three cents. You are a big customer and the small ones are the ones who make the decision. If you do, you will be exempted from these three cents, even if you make twenty-five taels."

Xiang Yang Dan opened his eyes and started to scold him. His grandmother was burying his father at home. After removing the necessary expenses, there were only more than 70 taels of silver left, and there were less than three pairs of them. How could he practice the exercises?

This guy who caught medicine was a wise man. He knew that Xiang Yang did not know the medical skills and did not know the medicinal materials. He quickly explained, "Young man calms down. The Cuscuta, Cistanche, Schisandra chinensis, Yuanzhi and Snake Prenatal, etc. in your prescription are not expensive. The key is that it is seven cents of Polygonum multiflorum. It takes up the big head of this silver, and the small one will definitely not cheat you."

Xiang Yang thought about it and found that this is indeed the case. Many medicinal materials used in this Tie Crot Gong Medicine Decoction are ordinary, but Polygonum multiflorum is the top priority. It needs to use its strong essence to stimulate the medicinal power. There are other requirements for boiling, and the order of heat is all secret.

"Forget it, give me the medicinal materials. I will give you this three cents. I will come to get medicine again in the future and I will find you."

He took the medicine bag, took out twenty-five taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the young man. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth and snatched out three cents to reward him.

In the future, Xiang Yang will definitely practice the qigong regularly. The medicinal soup required for cultivation is very important. This guy is not bad. The key is that he is timid and dare not catch fake medicines or defective products with poor efficacy to fool him.

The guy took the three cents and smiled on the surface, but he spat in secret. He saved Xiang Yang a full three hundred cents, but ended up giving himself three cents. The richer he was, the more he was, the more he was.

Of course, what makes the guy even more shameful is that Xiang Yang is young and obviously has filial piety. In this case, he also takes some medicine to nourish and strengthen aphrodisiacs. He is simply worse than beasts. He must be happy every night in Cuihonglou, the county town, and he really doesn't want to be a son.
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