He has been self-destructive before, and he is not shy about himself and teaching.

Qin Changfeng smiled and saw Zhang Sanfeng’s hesitation, so he knew what he was thinking. Then he pointed to Zhang Ji, who was pale, and said to him, "I heard that this master Zhang Xiaoshi was injured by the mysterious palm of his hand, and now it seems that it is a disease of cold poison entering the marrow. I want to rely on Wudang Jiuyang siddhi to solve his cold poison. Zhang Zhenren won’t let him try his luck in Butterfly Valley?"
Zhang Sanfeng really thinks so. Anyway, Zhang Ji will not live for a few months. There is still a little hope to go to Hu Qingniu, but he still has scruples in his heart.
Chang Yuchun thought it was hard for him to talk to himself, so he propped up the injured body and thumped his chest and said, "Zhang Zhenren, although you can rest assured, you need to give this little brother Zhang to me and send him to Hu Shibo to ask him to heal slowly. Even if he is a real person, he can’t trust me, nor can he trust the holy monk?"
Zhang Sanfeng’s heart saw that he was honest and knew that Zhang Ji could "treat a dead horse as a moving horse doctor" and said, "So please, but let’s say that Mr. Hu must never reluctantly avoid teaching me and wu-tang clan will not receive your teaching feelings."
Obviously, he knows that people in the magic religion are secretive. If they are haunted, I don’t know how many future troubles Zhang Cuishan will have. It is a living example.
They had been contemplating it, so they asked the ferryman to dock the boat to say goodbye. Qin Changfeng, the original Zhou Zhiruo, would follow Zhang Sanfeng to Wudang like the original book and then join Emei, but I didn’t expect the little girl to cling to his skirts and refuse to let go. No matter how others persuaded him, she shook her head and wept.
Qin Changfeng guessed that it might be that she had a sense of dependence when she rescued her from the hand of He Biweng.
It’s perfectly normal for a little girl to have this kind of thing. There are such wonderful things as Stockholm disease, a kidnapper and abuser, on earth.
Qin Changfeng only looked at the little girl carefully at this moment and saw that she was about ten years old, with shabby clothes and bare feet. Although she was a poor boatman, Yan Xiuli was a stunning beauty. Seeing her delicate and touching look, Qin Changfeng sighed, "Let this child follow the poor monk for the time being, and I will find a good place for her after she is in a better mood."
"It’s better if the holy monk still has inconvenience to come to Wudang to find a way." Zhang Sanfeng obviously believes in Qin Changfeng. After all, the name of the holy monk who has done good deeds and saved people in the past two years is not white, even if he is harsh, he will accuse him of being too murderous but never doubt others
Pack for a long time, sometimes Qin Changfeng himself will have an illusion-he is really a holy monk and a fool, not a black Qin Changfeng.
Zhang Ji watched Taishifu go west with the unconscious Shaolin monk until he came to a row of willows and couldn’t see him. He cried, feeling lonely and desolate.
Qin Changfeng patted him on the head and said, "Let’s go, poor monk. I promise you can cure your illness and go back to Wudang to see your great master."
Zhang Ji immediately stopped crying and asked, "Do you have any way to cure me?"
Qin Changfeng shook his head and said, "I can’t cure myself, but I can cure you well."
"Then what did you say …" Zhang Ji’s eyes quickly dimmed.
"Although I can’t cure you, I can make the Yan can’t accept you. Let’s go. Your life is long …"
Qin Changfeng saw Zhou Zhiruo barefoot and simply walked forward in her arms, and the little girl naturally put a pair of pink arms around his neck, but Chang Yuchun and Zhang Ji looked at his back in astonishment … That sentence was a bit domineering.
Butterfly Valley, where Hu Qingniu, a medical fairy of Butterfly Valley, lived in seclusion, walked east and circled west by the lake of Nvshan in northern Anhui for a whole month. After that, two big talents and two children finally arrived at their destination.
Taniguchi Qin Changfeng was filled with emotion. If Chang Yuchun was not familiar with the road and asked him to find it himself, he could not find it before he died. In the end, he would have to go back to Shaolin for help.
After seeing Hu Qingniu, Chang Yuchun bowed down and saluted, and grasped the whole story from beginning to end.
However, as Qin Changfeng expected, the strange-tempered imperial doctor refused to treat Qin Changfeng and Zhang Ji, two noble and decent people. When did you see me make an exception? He said coldly to Chang Yuchun, "You are generous and will do favors."
Chang Yuchun, after listening to detain, stared in a hurry. Before he came, he boasted about Haikou. If Hu Qingniu refused to cure Qin Changfeng and Zhang Ji’s life, Chang Yuchun could not redeem this crime even if he died!
But just as he was about to argue before, Qin Changfeng stopped him and smiled at Hu Qingniu lightly. "Are you really unwilling to treat the benefactor?"
"If you refuse, you won’t say it 10,000 times!" Hu Qingniu sneer at answered.
Qin Changfeng still smiled and said, "Do you know the nickname of poor monk?"
Hu Qingniu said with a hint of sarcasm, "Holy monk?" He didn’t know why Qin Changfeng, a young monk less than twenty years old, dared to call him that from Chang Yuchun’s mouth.
Qin Changfeng squinted with a smile and spit out two words "magic Buddha!"
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Hu Qingniu immediately felt a quiver when he heard the word magic Buddha. The holy monk is a poor man’s mouth, and the name of magic Buddha is well-known to the people in the Jianghu. This fellow is famous for his fierce means, so ruthless that even the people in teaching should be ashamed, but both good and evil are afraid of people.
After a moment’s hesitation, he couldn’t help but say, "Well, if you two are willing to join me and teach me, I can save you."
Qin Changfeng flatly replied, "It’s impossible for a poor monk to be a Shaolin fool!"
Hu Qingniu listen to although heart horrified Qin Changfeng turned out to be a Shaolin word generation and the four great monks, but still his eyebrows bristled with anger and he snorted, "What about Shaolin? Since you despise me, why do you come to ask me for treatment? "
Qin Changfeng really didn’t come to Butterfly Valley to drive away the cold poison, but it was not yet time. But anyway, the disease must be cured, so he said with a straight face, "If you don’t treat me, you will kill everyone in Butterfly Valley. After meeting his brother, you will also meet one to kill another and your wife Wang Nangu, and I will definitely find her."
A crow!
Qin Changfeng, when this sentence came out, everyone was scared silly, including Zhou Zhiruo, the little girl, who looked at him in astonishment as if to say that this really gave me a hug and helped many people, monk brother?
Hu Qingniu, who was threatened by Qin Changfeng’s family, immediately blushed and roared, "What a respectable Shaolin monk who killed the koo. Is this your noble family?"
In the face of his anger, Qin Changfeng said faintly, "When did the demons in the eyes of the right path ever have a koo?"
There was a dead silence again. Even Hu Qingniu was right. In the eyes of respectable people, the demons taught people are a group of demons who deserve to die. Instead of being pointed at, they will be praised, especially a small group of people such as the teacher.
Seeing the struggle in Hu Qingniu’s eyes, Qin Changfeng suddenly said, "Well, it’s not too much for the poor monk. Since Mr. Hu refuses to treat the poor monk himself, let these two children learn from you and let them treat the poor monk?"
"Ah?" Zhou Zhiruo and Zhang Ji both exclaimed at the same time that the little girl repeatedly waved her hand and said, "I can’t, I can’t …" As she said, she was in a hurry to drop tears.
Hu Qingniu knew that this was Qin Changfeng’s step. If he didn’t answer it, it would be a larger foe. Although he was not afraid of death, he was really afraid of being implicated in others, especially his wife Wang Nangu. That was his death.
As soon as I read this, Hu Qingniu snorted, "If you are not afraid that they will put you to death, you can do whatever you want."
Qin Changfeng touched the little girl’s head and folded her hands and smiled. "Amitabha, the poor monk, dares to go to hell and is afraid that the Yan can’t accept me."
"If you don’t have a deep skill, it’s worse to take the wrong medicine than not to take the medicine field!" Hu Qingniu disdained to glance at the four old, weak and sick people outside the door, then angrily turned around and finally left a sentence: "You two little baby doctors can’t understand the place casually, and you can ask me, but I won’t say a word about treating them."
In the end, Hu Qingniu not only refused to cure Qin Changfeng, but even Chang Yuchun was implicated in his life and death. It was a taboo that Hu Qingniu finally shot here.
Grandpa Zhang Ji teaches the four great French kings. Yin Tianzheng teaches a lot and is half a teacher.
Secondly, Zhang Ji’s body cold poison is ten times more complicated than Qin Changfeng’s. More than that, like Hu Qingniu, it is difficult for an imperial doctor to be happy when he encounters incurable diseases that he has never seen before, just like a drinker sees good wine and a glutton smells delicious meat. How can he hold himself back? After thinking for a long time, I finally came up with a wonderful method, "I will cure him first and then kill him."