Miracle doctor tao yun

"What about that?"

Zhang Song's face changed and asked in a hurry.

Monk Shang Shan's injury can't be cured, and his biggest reliance on "tiger roaring golden bell cover" can't be used again. How can he help him find Ye Shaochuan for revenge? If he can't get revenge, he Daokun turns his face, and Zhang song will have bad luck.

At the thought of this, Zhang song was frightened.

Monk Shangshan took a look at him and thought that the younger martial brother was really worried about himself, so his tone was much more gentle: "don't worry, I know my body well, it's OK. It's just that the problem of "tiger roaring golden bell cover" has to be solved. We have to find a way to solve it

"What can I do?"

On hearing this, Zhang song seems to have caught the straw, even busy.

"I haven't thought of a way yet, but you don't have to worry. It's no big deal. You can't help with this kind of thing. It's no use worrying. " We should respect the good and the way.

When Zhang Song heard this, he almost cried. Naturally, he knew that this cheap elder martial brother could not die. But he also knows that he Daokun is not a very patient person. If monk Shangshan refuses to fight ye Shaochuan again and again, he will fight them.

During this period, he Daokun has been obedient to the monk and has responded to every request. If the other party once knows that he is a cheap elder martial brother, he not only has injuries on his body, but also can't fight ye Shaochuan, he will be very dissatisfied with them.

As for the consequences of he Daokun's dissatisfaction, Zhang song doesn't have to think about it.

"Elder martial brother, when are you going to attack ye?"

Zhang song can't help but ask carefully.

"Well?"

Shang Shan frowned and looked at him. His face sank and he said, "you don't have to worry about this, younger martial brother. I have my own plan." He went out to see ye Shaochuan that morning, and no one knew that his injury was related to Ye Shaochuan.

"But boss he is there..."

Zhang Song hesitated, looking worried.

"Well, he's just a businessman. Does he want to influence his family's thoughts?" The good monk sneered scornfully.

In his eyes, he Daokun's is nothing. Even if Zhang song was not from Shaolin, he would not look at each other. The only people who can be liked by him are those in the same cultivation, and they are stronger than him.

It was the monk Shang Shan's eyes above the top that made he Daokun have no choice, and he did not dare to be strong, so he had to let go and serve him well.

Zhang Song's worry is totally beyond the understanding of monk Shang Shan.

"Elder martial brother, boss he is not easy to provoke." Zhang song was afraid that monk Shang Shan would not take this seriously. For fear that he would turn around and really annoy he Daokun, he hurriedly said, "boss he has a big business and is familiar with all kinds of things. We'd better not offend him."

Shangshan monk still didn't like it. He waved his hand and said, "don't worry, I have a sense of propriety. You go first. I will continue to heal."

"Er..."

Now Zhang song really doesn't know what to say.

……

Kyoto.

In a quiet and elegant courtyard, an old man with gray hair is practicing calligraphy in his study. His strokes are vigorous and powerful, showing extraordinary skills, which can not be achieved overnight.

Perhaps the old man was in high spirits. When he splashed ink, a song about niannujiao was on the paper, and it was about to end.

Bang!

At this time, a loud noise, accompanied by the clang of the iron door, broke the beautiful artistic conception.

The old man's hand trembled and snapped, and a mass of ink fell on the paper. It immediately soaked the paper and formed a big ink spot, which made the whole paper have a huge stain. How to see it was dazzling, and the old man's good attitude was destroyed.

"Xiao He, what's the matter with you? If you don't ask me anything, my house will be demolished by you."

The old man came out of his study and saw the creator coming with a straight face. His face was not good-looking, so he asked directly.

"Grandfather, I'm fine."

Guan Xiaohe dropped a word, went into the room, picked up his mobile phone and began to play.

The old man's face was even worse. He went over and grabbed his mobile phone: "I know how to run around all day long, go out to make trouble, and get angry with everything. If you go on like this, I will be angry. If you don't want to stay with my old man, go home and live on your own

"Grandfather, that's what you said!"

Guan xiaoheteng stood up, raised his foot and went out: "I don't like living in this courtyard. If it wasn't for you here, I would be too lazy to come. Since you asked me to go back, I will go back. "

"You go back. It's better to go back. It saves me the trouble of watching everyday."

The old man was obviously really angry. He threw his cell phone on the sofa and turned back to his study.

Seeing this scene, Guan Xiaohe stops unconsciously. She knows her grandfather very well. She is usually kind and kind, but if she gets angry, it's not easy to provoke. It seems that I am really annoyed with him these days, otherwise I would not be so angry.Bang!

The old man over there shut the door.

Guan Xiaohe came back and took a look at his mobile phone. He gritted his teeth and said, "damn Ye Shaochuan!"

"What are you going to eat in the evening, miss?"

It wasn't long before a middle-aged woman came in as a hired nanny.

"Auntie, make something grandpa likes to eat in the evening."

Guan Xiaohe thought about it, looked at the study with closed door, and said directly.

"OK, the chief likes to eat braised fish head. I'll buy it now."

The middle-aged woman nodded with a smile and went out with a vegetable basket.

"Grandfather..."

When the middle-aged woman left, Guan Xiaohe crept to the study and whispered: "still angry?"

"Why haven't you left yet?"

The old man's voice came through the crack of the door.

"This is my home. Where can I go?"

Guan Xiaohe knows the weakness of the old man best. He always makes the old man angry. As long as she speaks softly, the old man will soon forgive her. She also knew that she was in a bad state during this period of time, which made her grandfather worry a lot, but she didn't give him a good face, so it was normal for her grandfather to be angry.

"This is not your home. Your home is in Mordor. Your parents are there. This is my old man's home." The old man has a hard voice.

"Old boy!"

As soon as Guan Xiaohe heard this tone, he knew that his grandfather was no longer angry. He crunched the door open, but saw that the old man was looking at the white paper full of words. His face was full of depression and pity. Even if she came in, she didn't look up.

"Oh dear!"

Guan Xiaohe went over and saw the ink dots on the white paper at a glance. He pretended to be surprised.