Travel through the heavens

Fang Muye and Uncle Yu started drinking when the golden crow set in the west, and continued drinking until the moon was at its zenith, then they walked back to the house next door under the moonlight.

After returning home, he did not sleep. Instead, he picked up a wooden stick standing at the door and went to the yard to practice Yuenu Sword.

Fang Muye worked in the government office, and the weapon he usually carried was a standard oxtail knife, which was completely incompatible with the Yue girl sword he practiced, so he asked a blacksmith to customize a sword. But before he got the sword, he could only use a wooden stick instead. At least in terms of actions such as poking, stabbing, lifting and picking, a wooden stick was more convenient to use than an oxtail knife.

There is one strange thing. Fang Muye has been practicing sword these days. It is obviously the same set of sword techniques, but he feels that the power used in this world is much greater than that in the "Myth" world, and the effect of enhancing his own strength, flexibility and other abilities is also much better.

The sword technique is still the same. Even after practicing for a few more days, the realm has not been improved. The only thing that has changed is the world.

Fang Muye thought about it for a long time, and could only temporarily attribute the reason to the fact that the upper limit of military power in this world was higher than that in the "Myth" world.

Just like a bigger pond can raise bigger fish. The improvement of the world's energy level has led to the mutation of martial arts skills, which can enable people to practice stronger martial arts.

A set of Taoist exercises may only help people strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives in the world of the Dharma Ending Age, but in a world with abundant spiritual energy, it may really enable people to become "immortals."

Fang Muye also thought that if he went to Mr. Jin's martial arts world, perhaps his Yue girl swordsmanship would be even more powerful, and he could show some of the charm of Yue girl Ah Qing and defeat thousands of enemies.

No matter what, such changes are always a good thing.

Fang Muye practiced swordplay for an hour without feeling tired, but as it was getting late, he went to rest.

Early the next morning, Fang Muye reported for duty at the yamen, and then went out to patrol the streets with a few of his detectives.

After leaving the yamen and turning two streets, a few people sat at a stall, ordered a few buns and a few bowls of porridge, and started eating.

As the sun rose higher, more and more people walked on the street, and the whole Jiaxing Prefecture gradually became lively. If it weren't for the fact that most of the people in the city were pale and thin, and beggars appeared from time to time, Fang Muye would really have felt like he was in the folk street of the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, the four little beggars were squatting on the ground next to the stall like four little monkeys. If any diners left with some food left, they would immediately rush over and swallow the remaining porridge into their stomachs.

Although they were hungry, they did not fight for the food. Instead, they went one by one. If there was a lot of food left, they would share it with each other.

Fang Muye felt emotional and waved to a little beggar squatting on the ground. When the little beggar came over with a puzzled look, he handed over his bowl of porridge and two big buns.

Since he doesn't need to eat anyway, he might as well give the food to a child who needs it more.

The little beggar thanked him repeatedly: "Thank you, God! Thank you, God!" Then he carefully took the porridge and buns and went to the side to share them with the other three little beggars.

After his subordinates finished eating, Fang Muye placed a dozen copper coins on the table and continued to patrol the streets with them.

When they arrived at the gate of Baicao Hall, Fang Muye waved to them and said, "Go ahead. If you have any questions, come to Baicao Hall or my home to find me."

The prefect, Lord Chen, bought his position and was already a sycophantic figure. Now, because of the trouble made by the Iron Monkey, he has become even more distracted from government affairs. The top beam is not upright, and the bottom beams are crooked. The officials of all ranks in the yamen are all well fed and do nothing all day long.

This situation was rotten from the root. Fang Muye thought that he could not change the status quo by himself and was unwilling to do anything pointless. Naturally, he just blended in with the crowd and slacked off at work.

Several constables bowed and said goodbye, then dispersed. Fang Muye walked into Baicao Hall.

Yang Tianchun was sitting behind the table taking someone's pulse. When he saw Fang Muye coming in, he greeted him, "Good morning, Master."

Fang Muye walked up to Yang Tianchun and said, "Good morning, Doctor Yang." He turned around and looked around, then asked, "Why is Miss Xiaolan not here?"

Yang Tianchun raised his thick eyebrows and replied, "Xiao Lan is cleaning up in the backyard and will come over later. Is there something that Master Shen wants to talk to Xiao Lan about?"

Fang Muye laughed: "It's okay, it's okay, I just asked."

He sensed a hint of jealousy in Yang Tianchun's tone, and couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, but he said no more words and sat quietly on a bench beside him watching Yang Tianchun diagnose the patient.

Yang Tianchun took back his fingers from feeling the pulse, and the patient in front of him asked hurriedly, "Doctor Yang, what is wrong with me?"

Yang Tianchun said with a smile: "Boss Wu, you are already weak, and you have been having sex too much, so your kidney water is insufficient. In addition, you eat ginseng as rice and cook shark fin dishes, which causes dryness and heat to attack your heart. You are too weak to be nourished."

Boss Wu was puzzled and asked, "Ah? How can I be too weak to be nourished? Can nourishment cause illness? Doctor Yang, do you think my illness can be cured?"

Yang Tianchun said confidently, "Yes! The consultation fee is one hundred taels."

Boss Wu almost slammed his head on the table in surprise: "Ah? One hundred taels? Why is it so expensive?"

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "You are a noble, so of course the medicine a noble takes is expensive. Expensive medicine has its advantages. If you find it inconvenient, I can prescribe a poor prescription for you."

Boss Wu immediately showed a look as if to say, "How dare you look down on me?" and pretended to be generous and said to the servant behind him, "Give me the money." After that, he stood up and left.

The servant placed one hundred taels of silver on the table, took the prescription from Yang Tianchun, and went after Boss Wu.

Fang Muye watched the whole process from beginning to end. After the two men left, he couldn't help but smile at Yang Tianchun and said, "Doctor Yang is really great." But he didn't make it clear whether he was more skilled in medicine or in methods.

Yang Tianchun asked, "Does God have anything to do today?"

Fang Muye laughed: "What could possibly happen in the government office? That's why I came to take a look at your Baicao Hall."

Yang Tianchun squinted his eyes: Look? What are you looking at? Are you looking at people?

Fang Muye didn't notice Yang Tianchun's look. After thinking for a while, he asked seriously, "Doctor Yang, I want to learn some medical skills from you. Are you willing to teach me?"

Yang Tianchun suddenly felt a little unhappy, and said in his heart: "Learn medicine from me? What, do you want to stay with me for a long time and have a close relationship with me?"

Yang Tianchun felt that Fang Muye's intention to learn medicine from him was ulterior motive.

In fact, Fang Muye really wanted to learn some medical skills, because he found that most of the world's top masters had superb medical skills, such as Yang Tianchun in front of him, and Huang Qiying who was far away in Guangdong. In a few years, Huang Feihong would also become a master.

It seems that practicing medicine and martial arts together can complement each other.

Seeing that Yang Tianchun was stunned and didn't say anything, Fang Muye called out, "Doctor Yang?"

Yang Tianchun came back to his senses, looked at Fang Muye with a strange look, and asked, "Master Shen, why do you want to study medicine?"

Fang Muye straightened up and said righteously, "I just think that since being an official can't save this chaotic world, it's better to study medicine and treat suffering patients."

Hearing Fang Muye say this, Yang Tianchun couldn't help but be moved. He thought of what Fang Muye said yesterday, "If there were only good officials in this world, there would be no iron monkeys." The vigilance in his eyes when he looked at Fang Muye had disappeared, and was replaced by a hint of admiration.