The Heavens: Starting from Traveling through Song Qingshu

Chapter 6 Give Junior Sister Zhou a Stand
In the early morning of the next day, the sky was a little dark and there were raindrops falling.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was dressed in green clothes, came from the backyard holding a paper umbrella, and under the guidance of the maids in the mansion, walked towards the living room in the light rain.

In the living room, breakfast was already set, and Song Xuan was sitting at the table, already drinking rice porridge.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo approaching, he nodded his head as a greeting and signaled him to have dinner.

Zhou Zhiruo sat down generously, her eyes were as lively as autumn water, but when she looked at Song Xuan, her cheeks were slightly flushed.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, she was beautiful and elegant, gentle and free and easy as a Jianghu girl, which made Song Xuan secretly nod his head.

Sometimes, it cannot be said that Song Qingshu in the original plot is a dog licking.

There is no way, for any young people who have just come out of the rivers and lakes, there are probably not many people who can handle such a gentle, beautiful and caring beauty.

After the meal, Song Xuan got up, took the long sword from the guard, and smiled at Zhou Zhiruo.

"Miss Zhou, what's your plan? Do you want to take a stroll around the city of Hangzhou, or follow me directly to Wudang Mountain?"

Zhou Zhiruo got up, folded her hands on her waist and bowed slightly, and then said: "In Hangzhou City, there is a senior brother of my Emei Sect who has lived here for several years. I want to visit first, and then I will go to Wudang Mountain with Senior Brother Song." , how are you?"

Song Xuan nodded noncommittally, but asked curiously: "I heard that the Emei Sect is all female disciples, did they also recruit male disciples?"

Zhou Zhiruo quickly explained: "The Emei Sect does not prohibit male disciples, but most of the male disciples are lay disciples, and after a few years of practice, they will go down the mountain to find another way out.

For example, the brother I just mentioned, after leaving Mount Emei, returned to Hangzhou to inherit the family’s medical clinic.Every one or two years, brothers and sisters would return to the mountain with gifts to thank Master.

Brother An's martial arts skills are average, but his medical skills are still very good. "

Hearing this, Song Xuan nodded clearly.

Although the martial arts sect is superior, it costs money to practice martial arts.

Moreover, the cost of a martial artist is much higher than that of ordinary people. It is difficult for a small landlord family to afford the annual expenses of a martial artist who has achieved a small amount of success in martial arts training.

Therefore, the decent sects such as Wudang and Emei will mostly recruit some lay disciples from wealthy families.

The sect taught them some life-saving martial arts, and these lay disciples, after leaving the master, would go back to the mountain every year to honor the teacher's teaching.

This can be regarded as the main source of income on the surface of the various sects.

As for whether there are other activities behind the scenes, it's hard to say.

As a big city in the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou can be described as extremely prosperous.

In the busy and crowded East District, there are teahouses, taverns, pawnshops and other shops on both sides of the street. As for the vendors who hawk on the street, they can be seen everywhere.

And in the middle of this street where every inch of land is expensive, there is a slightly dilapidated medical clinic with the three characters "Ren'an Hall" on the plaque, which is a bit eye-catching.

When Song Xuan and Zhou Zhiruo came to the entrance of the street outside the medical hall, they saw a lot of people gathered in front of the medical hall, and there were cries and cries.

"Healed people! Healed people! Doctor Ren'antang healed people!"

"Son, you died so badly, let the unscrupulous doctor of Ren'an Hall treat you to death, you are dead, how can mother live!"

"Brother, don't worry, I will seek justice for you, and let the doctor with the balloon pay for your life!"

There were loud cries and shouts one after another, and the accountant in the medical hall turned pale and looked at the young owner with a look of fear.

"Boss, what should we do? Those people from the Jinsha Gang are here to find fault again!"

"This month, it's already the fifth time!"

"If we continue to toss about like this, our medical clinic will really not be able to continue!"

The young owner struggled for a while, and then said in a deep voice: "Closing the door, closing the business. I will go to Mount Emei. Although the Jinshan Gang is powerful in Hangzhou, I, An Shaoyang, are not alone!"

As he said that, he opened the door and was about to go out, but the moment he opened the door, he saw a young man and a woman standing at the door at some unknown time.

"Junior Sister Zhou?"

Seeing the woman's appearance clearly, An Shaoyang was overjoyed.

He was just about to go back to Mount Emei to bring reinforcements, but someone from the division came.

Could it be that Master and her elders know about my difficulties?

That's great, Master still remembers him as a disciple in his heart, the filial piety of these years has not been wasted!
One must know that the junior sister Zhou Zhiruo in front of her is completely different from him, a lay disciple.

I only learned some superficial knowledge in Mount Emei, but this junior sister Zhou, who is the master's closed disciple, has obtained a true inheritance, and her martial arts skills are very powerful.

Now that my junior sister is here, my small clinic can be saved!
Zhou Zhiruo and the young owner of the medical clinic seemed to be familiar, and after a few simple conversations, they also figured out the cause and effect.

The matter is not complicated. In such an area where every inch of land is so precious, Ren'an Hall, a small medical clinic, naturally aroused the concern of others.

In the past, An Shaoyang's father was fine when he was alive, and with the contacts he made through saving lives and treating diseases, he was able to maintain the medical clinic to some extent.

But since the death of my parents, the situation has gone from bad to worse.

Especially this month, the Jinsha gang came to buy the medical clinic for 50 taels of silver. After being rejected, they completely tore apart the convenience.

Every now and then, street thugs would come to make trouble.

Today, it is even more excessive, and he just got a dead person out of nowhere, and wants to completely ruin the reputation of the hospital.

A hospital that treats the dead, who will dare to see a doctor in the future?
"Senior Brother An didn't tell you your identity as a disciple of the Emei Sect?" Zhou Zhiruo asked doubtfully.

"I said it!" An Shaoyang smiled bitterly, "but few people believe it. However, even if they don't believe it, the Jinsha Gang still has a lot of scruples about the fact that the name of the Emei Sect is there. I sold the clinic, but I didn't dare to use strong directly!"

As he spoke, An Shaoyang's eyes fell on Song Xuan.

But seeing that the other party was tall and handsome, with a long sword hanging around his waist, standing aside, he had an indescribable aura.

At that moment, he understood in his heart that the identity of this man in green must be extraordinary to be able to accompany the head disciple of the Emei Sect.

So he didn't dare to be careless, he saluted very respectfully, and asked cautiously: "I don't know what to call this young hero?"

Song Xuan smiled slightly, his first impression of this lay disciple of the Emei School was not bad.

He clasped his fists and said with a smile, "I'm Song Xuan, a disciple of Wudang!"

Zhou Zhiruo was afraid that An Shaoyang would neglect Song Xuan, so she immediately added: "Senior Brother Song is the third generation of Wudang disciples, and also the No. 1 younger generation in Jianghu!"

Song Xuan waved his hand and said: "There is no need to say more about these false names."

With that said, he walked to the door and looked out.

(End of this chapter)