Chen Mang was very happy about conquering Peng Yingyu.

After accepting this great monk, he would have an internal support in the Ming Cult in the future. Although it might not be useful, if the Ming Cult takes any major actions, at least he can know what is in his mind.

So, Chen Mang served Monk Peng with delicious food and drink every day. In a month, his already fat body expanded again. When he stood there, he had a bit of the charm of Maitreya Buddha.

During this month, most people in Haozhou City had been vaccinated with cowpox. After the miraculous doctor Zhu Danxi cured the last smallpox patient, the plague officially ended.

Under the organization of the government, Haozhou, the hometown of flower drums, held a grand flower drum meeting, beating drums and drums to send off the plague gods.

Although it was a bit wasteful of money, Chen Mang did not stop him.

Haozhou, which has been plague for two months, urgently needs a grand event to appease the people's repressed spirit.

In the joyful atmosphere, Qing'er and a few children ran around, each of whom were full of the trophy they bought, and a happy smile appeared on their faces.

After buying hands, Qing'er and the children returned to Chen Mangshen and the others. Seeing that Chen Mang didn't say a word, she couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Chen Mang, why are you unhappy? Isn't the plague over?"

Chen Mang sighed slightly with a sad face: "The plague is over, but this loss really makes me happy. There are 5,000 people who died directly from smallpox this time, and five times the number of people who starved to death, and a total of 31,500 people died. Some of them I still know, and these are living lives."

"And most of the people in the city have exhausted all their surplus food. There is still some time before the autumn harvest. I don't know how many people will be destroyed because of the family..."

Zhu Danxi also sighed silently and comforted him: "We doctors can only treat diseases, but not hungry. These are all matters of the court, so don't think too much."

Chen Mang nodded helplessly and called Chen Youliang and Zhu Chongba, who had changed his name to Zhu Yuanzhang.

"You both came from poor families. Remember this experience firmly and do not oppress the people in the future no matter what."

"Master, don't worry, Yuanzhang and I must keep it in mind!"

Chen Youliang held Zhu Yuanzhang's little hand and said.

Zhu Yuanzhang also nodded ummyly: "I remember, Master!"

Chen Mang continued with relief: "Born in a chaotic world, the people's requirements are actually very simple. If you don't starve to death in a deserted year, you will be satisfied if you can have a full meal every day in a good year. If you two can do this in the future, it will be worth my verbal talk."

The two children were confused and did not understand the meaning of the master.

Even Zhu Danxi, who was beside him, felt that he was inexplicably confused and sneered: "When did you become a gentleman in the East Palace? Are your two apprentices here not the princes and grandsons?"

Chen Mang smiled slightly and thought to himself that they were not princes and grandchildren, and they were both emperors and the little boys they gave birth to were princes and grandchildren.

While thinking about it, Ah Fu hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, came to everyone, and said angrily: "Young Master is not good, Young Master is not good..."

Chen Mang looked at A Fu who was rashly absent, rolled his eyes slightly: "What's wrong with me again? I said A Fu, how old are you this year? Can you still get rid of this problem of only half of your words?"

Ah Fu bent down and held his knees and panted for a moment, then raised his face and said, "I am twenty years old this year... No, it's really bad for the young master! Someone handed over a greeting and wanted to challenge the master!"

Chen Mang said with an indifferent expression: "Isn't this very normal? My father has never been challenged by a few people before."

Afu shook his head anxiously and said, "It's different. The two people who came this time are very powerful. Just Qingpiaopiao handed over a visiting post, which shocked the master! Now the master is delaying time. It was the lady who secretly asked me to call the master back!"

Chen Mang raised his eyebrows and walked towards his home: "Doctor Zhu, take care of the child for me, Qing'er, let's go!"

Qing'er hurriedly followed. Seeing this, Peng Yingyu also shook her stomach and chased the two of them.

A moment later, Chen Mang entered the yard and saw two handsome boys dressed in scholars sitting upright on the guest seat, talking to Chen Jinhong.

The young man in white clothes said, "I have heard that General Chen's escort head is so powerful that he can open mountains and split stones, and has the power of thunder. Today, Yang must learn how powerful General Chen's escort head is!

Chen Jinhong smiled warmly and said, "No, I see that the sun is getting late. Why not have the two young heroes to have dinner in the humble house first? My son is the junior brother of Sanfeng, Wudang. This time I came back, I brought a lot of specialties from Wudang Mountain, and I happened to share it with the two young heroes."

The young man in green exclaimed lightly: "The son-in-law is the junior brother of Zhang Sanfeng? As far as I know, Zheng Ren is nearly 60 years old, so how could he be a brother with the son? It's really incredible. But I don't know where the son is, can he invite me to come out and have a while with my brother?"

Chen Mang couldn't help but twitch his cheeks when he heard his father pulling the tiger skin as a banner.

He knew his father's martial arts well. The so-called Thunder Palm that can break mountains and crack stones is simply the power of a grenade. It was spread around and turned into Thunder Palm Palm.

Unexpectedly, his father was exposed in front of others. As a son, Chen Mang quickly flashed into the house and chuckled, "Dad, I'm back."

At the same time, the two teenagers held their hands vigilantly on the weapons they carried.

With their skills, they didn't notice that anyone had entered the yard at all. It was not until Chen Mang showed up that if he had intentionally plotted against them, 80% of them would be hit!

Seeing Chen Mang dressed in a Taoist priest, the two no longer doubted his identity as junior brother Zhang Sanfeng.

If it weren't for the master's teaching, how could Chen Mang learn this incredible skill at this age!

The two looked at each other, stood up and greeted: "Mingjiao Yang Xiao."

"Fan Yao."

"Have you met Mr. Chen!"

Chen Mang's body shook, he looked at the two of them secretly, and replied, "Wudang Chen Mang."

At this time, Qing'er and Peng Yingyu also rushed over.

"Emei Fang Yanqing!"

"Peng Yingyu, a scattered man in the martial arts world!"

After the few people greeted each other, Yang Xiao moved his eyes to Qing'er, and said with a bright look: "I have heard of the great name of Emei Sword Technique for a long time, and I wonder if I can be lucky enough to understand it today?"

Qing'er's eyes trembled and she held the sword in front of her hands: "It's what she wants!"

The two of them seemed to be born with no dealing with each other. When they met, they were full of gunpowder and walked towards the yard.

At the same time, Chen Jinhong approached Chen Mang and whispered: "These two men threatened to combine the strengths of the hundred martial arts directors and challenge famous masters everywhere. They have never lost in a year. They are very powerful! You should stare at Qing'er carefully, and if you don't work, hurry up and admit defeat for her."

Upon hearing this, a strange look flashed across Chen Mang's face.

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