Martial Arts From Bandits

  Chapter 290 Great ambition! (Please subscribe!)

   The sound of "dong dong dong" resounded in the woman's ears, making her heart tense.

   "Yes, who is it?" The woman forced herself to calm down.

   "Poverty, Uncle Duan, come to visit?" The old Taoist outside the door laughed softly.

  At this moment, his figure has fully appeared, in order to make the woman less frightened.

   "Uncle, uncle what?" The woman asked again, as if she didn't hear clearly.

   "Uncle Duan," the old Taoist outside the door said softly.

   "I, I have never heard of this name," the woman did not open the door.

   "Pin Dao has a way to cure your son's brain disease," Uncle Duan replied.

   He didn't feel angry at all because the woman didn't open the door.

   "Squeak."

  The door was pushed open by the woman.

  The moment she saw Uncle Duan, the woman's heart tightened, and she hurriedly closed the door.

  The door was only opened just because of the sentence just now, "It can cure her son's brain disease."

  However, now she regrets opening the door, because the Taoist in front of her has white beard and hair, exactly the same as the white-bearded old man her son mentioned before.

   "Huh."

  The breeze blew by, and no matter how hard the woman pushed the door, she couldn't push it through.

   Tears of anxiety seemed to be coming out.

   "I don't know why madam refuses the door of poverty again?" Uncle Duan nodded slightly.

   "You, you Taoist, could it be Bai Wuchang who came to take my son's life?" The woman was anxious.

  Because no matter how she pushed the door, she couldn't push it open.

  As if, some immobilization spell was cast.

  Uncle Duan laughed when he heard the words, and said with a smile:

   "To be honest, Pindao is the Young Master Ling I met before. When you came out just now, Pindao was not here. Besides, in broad daylight, how could Pindao be that life-threatening Bai Wuchang?"

   "As for this door, it's just a trick played by Pindao."

   "Really?" The woman felt relieved when she heard what Uncle Duan said.

   "Really," Uncle Duan nodded slightly.

   "Come in quickly, Taoist priest," the woman hurriedly welcomed the uncle into the yard.

   "Daoist, please drink tea," the woman poured the tea to the uncle.

   "Thank you," the uncle took a sip of the tea.

   "It's just ordinary tea, don't be offended by the Taoist priest," the woman laughed.

   "It doesn't matter, Poverty Dao also likes simple food the most."

  At the door of the inner room, the white fool showed his head.

   "Mother, mother, let me tell you that there is an old man with a white beard, you still don't believe me," the white fool curled his lips and said.

   "Master Daoist, what you said before can cure my stupid son's brain disease, I don't know, is it true?"

  The woman looked at Uncle Duan with concern and asked.

  Uncle Duan nodded and said softly:

   "Actually, your son is not sick at all."

   "Not sick?" A trace of distrust flashed in the woman's eyes.

  How can it be possible without illness?

  In the surrounding area for several miles, no one knows that the white fool is sick.

  How could it be possible to have the name of a white fool without illness?

   Therefore, the woman thinks that this Taoist is talking nonsense and has no great skills.

  Just pretending to be a fairy, to cheat money.

  Of course, the woman did not directly drive the uncle away.

  Maybe, I also have a glimmer of hope in my heart.

   "If my guess is correct, your son did not turn into this stupid look until he was three years old, and before he was three years old, he was very smart,"

  Uncle Duan showed a smile on his face.

   "Taoist, how did the Taoist know?" The woman's eyes flashed with astonishment.

  Their family moved here from elsewhere, and they used to be considered small and poor.

  But because of his son's illness, it can be said that he has spent all his wealth.

   Later, they moved to Shangjing, the capital of Eastern Qi.

   After all, this is the center of the entire Qi State, and even the doctor's medical skills are much higher than those outside.

  Unfortunately, they found a few doctors and still couldn't find out.

  I also spent all my family money, and now I can only barely get by, and then it was nothing.

  As for the fact that the son didn't become stupid until he was three years old, except for telling the doctor, he never revealed anything else.

   And this Taoist, just by meeting him once, was able to diagnose when his son became ill.

   "Pindao got an ancient book in his early years, and the ancient book recorded how to heal your son's prescription," Uncle Duan narrowed his eyes and smiled.

   "That's why the poor man said that the son is not sick, but that he is too smart and the sky is jealous, which made him look so stupid."

   "I beg the priest, save my stupid son," the woman immediately bowed down, with tears in her eyes.

   "Don't worry, since Pindao came here, he came here to save your son," uncle Duan stretched out his hand to stroke his beard.

   "Thank you, Daoist, thank you, Daoist," the woman wanted to bow her head, but her body sat on the seat involuntarily.

  Looking at the astonished woman, the uncle smiled, "Poverty is just a little knowledge of alchemy."

   "It's okay to save your son, but" Uncle Duan hesitated.

   "As long as my stupid son can be cured, it's all right to offer all the family's wealth," the woman hurriedly said.

  The courtyard of her house is also worth some silver taels.

  As long as the disease can be cured, she will agree to anything.

   "Madam misunderstood, Pindao didn't care about these extraneous things long ago," Uncle Duan shook his head.

   "What does the priest want?" the woman asked with concern.

   "It will take at least a year and a half to cure this disease, so." Uncle Duan looked at the woman with some hesitation.

   "Could it be that the Taoist priest wants to take my son away?" the woman asked.

  Uncle Duan stroked his beard and nodded, saying:

   "Exactly."

   "This" woman is a little hesitant. Since childhood, her son has never left her.

   "My son is destined to be with me. I don't know if I want to accept you as a closed disciple. What do you think Madam?" Uncle Duan laughed softly.

   "I, I want to discuss it after the head of the family comes back. Can the Taoist leader delay it for a few days?" the woman said softly.

   "It should be so, and I will come back again in three days," Uncle Duan stood up and nodded slightly.

   "Master, go slowly," the woman saluted respectfully.

  Uncle Duan shook his head slightly, subconsciously singing the previous song again.

   As the ceremony approached, many people became busy.

   This includes the Imperial City Division.

   As the commander of the Imperial City Division, Zhang Jing naturally couldn't be idle.

  Even going to the capital was full of joy.

   After all, this is one of the rare festivals of the year.

  The border rebellion is still not suppressed, and it seems that even the great governor in the realm of heaven and man is a little helpless.

   There are many reasons for this, the main reason is that Dong Qi cannot use all its strength to suppress.

  Because, once you go to the capital, it will be empty.

   I'm afraid the White Lotus Sect will attack immediately.

  Fool Bai has been very happy these two days, because his mother and father have treated him very well these few days.

   Give what you want, buy what you want to eat.

  Even the melon seeds that I really want to eat on weekdays are enough.

   Besides, I didn't beat or scold him again, so the past few days were really comfortable.

   "It would be nice if it was always like this," the white fool squatted in the corner, knocking melon seeds in his mouth, thinking to himself.

   "Hey, old man, you're here," suddenly the white fool stood up and said, pointing to the air.

  Uncle Duan shook his head and appeared with a smile.

   Fortunately, there are no people on this street now, otherwise, they would definitely yell hell.

   "Born with the Dao body, it's really a veteran. I met it. This trip was not in vain." Looking at the white fool, Uncle Duan's eyes were full of joy.

   "Mother, mother, the old man with the white beard is here again," the white fool yelled and returned home.

   This is what his mother told him, he must be optimistic about the old man with white beard.

  Hearing the sound, the woman hurriedly put down her work and came out.

   Behind him was a middle-aged man in plain clothes.

   "I have met the Taoist priest."

   "I have met the Taoist priest."

   The two saluted.

   "Please stand up, both of you," the uncle raised his hand modestly.

   "Please come inside, Taoist priest," the man gestured with his hand.

   "Okay, thank you," Uncle Duan nodded slightly, and then walked in.

  The yard was cleaned very clean by the woman, and it may have been specially prepared for Uncle Duan's arrival.

   There is a very bright small table in the yard, and a small teapot is on the table.

  The tea in it is newly bought, and the specially selected ones are more expensive.

   "What do you two think of what I said before?" Without any extra politeness, Uncle Duan went straight to the point.

  The woman and the man looked at each other and said, "Then I will trouble the Taoist priest."

   Afterwards, the two directly saluted again.

   This time, Uncle Duan did not stop him, but accepted it calmly.

   "Son, come and kowtow to the master," the woman pulled the white fool over.

   "Master, what is a master," the white fool asked with his head tilted.

   "Master, a master is an elder, you will treat the master like us in the future, you know?" The woman touched the white fool's head with reluctance in her eyes.

   "Oh," the white fool nodded, and then under the command of the woman, he kowtowed three times to his uncle.

   "Does this kid have a name?" The uncle asked, pointing to the white fool on the ground.

   "Reply Daoist, my son's surname is Bai, and his nickname is Aqing. As for the name, I will trouble the Daoist," Bai Fool's father said softly.

  Uncle stroked his beard and pondered for a while, then said softly: "If a man has great ambitions, let's call him Baihong."

   "Ah Qing, uh no, Hong'er come quickly and thank the master for giving me the name," the man said softly, pulling the white fool.

   "Who is Hong'er? Who is Hong'er?" The white fool scratched his head.

   "You, from now on, you will be called Baihong," the uncle looked straight at him.

   "Me?" The white fool pointed to himself and asked in confusion.

   "Yes," Uncle Duan nodded.

   "You will follow the master from now on, you should listen to the master's words like you listen to us, you know?" the man urged.

   "Then when will I come back?"

"quickly."

  Bai Fool's parents made up a lie, lying to him that the master would take him out to play, and he would be back in a few days.

  Uncle Duan was followed by the white fool, gradually disappearing into the crowd.

   "Master, I feel a little uncomfortable in my eyes."

  Hearing the voice, Uncle Duan glanced at it, only to see that the white fool was already in tears.

  (end of this chapter)