Travel through the heavens

In the house, main room, bedroom, in front of the bed.

Yang Tianchun took back the finger that was on Yu Huacheng's wrist, frowned, and turned to Fang Muye with a serious expression, saying, "God, it's too cold in this room. Go light up the brazier and get some hot water."

When Fang Muye had taken Yu Huacheng's pulse before, he felt that his master's illness was serious. Now seeing Yang Tianchun's expression, he felt that his master's problem might be more serious than he thought, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

But he didn't ask any more questions at the moment. He just answered and went to the kitchen to boil water. Then he found the brazier and took it to Yu Huacheng's bed, lit a fire and burned charcoal. The charcoal fire was very strong, and soon the temperature in the bedroom slowly rose.

Yang Tianchun half-lifted the quilt covering Yu Huacheng, undressed him, then opened the medicine box, took out the needle bag, picked up the filiform needle, concentrated his mind and held his breath, fixed his wrist and fingers, and inserted needles into Yu Huacheng's Guanyuan, Qihai and other acupuncture points one by one. His movements were done in one go and calmly and measuredly.

Not long after, Yu Huacheng woke up slowly. His face was still pale and his half-open eyes were lifeless. He moved his eyes and saw Fang Muye standing in front of the bed, looking at him with concern, and also saw Yang Tianchun sitting beside the bed, looking at him.

"Thank you, Doctor Yang." Yu Huacheng guessed that it was Yang Tianchun who saved him, and he opened his mouth to thank him, but his voice sounded weak.

"Master Yu, you are too polite. How do you feel now?" Yang Tianchun asked.

On the way here, I learned from Fang Muye that his master's surname was Yu, and he was a master of Xingyiquan.

Yu Huacheng replied softly, "Much better."

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "Then I will give you the acupuncture." He turned around and said to Fang Muye, "God, go and pour half a bowl of hot water."

Fang Muye hurried to the kitchen. The water had already boiled. He scooped half a bowl, took a spoon, and returned to the house.

At this time, Yang Tianchun had put away the needles, and Yu Huacheng had put on a thick coat and a quilt, half leaning against the head of the bed.

Seeing Fang Muye bringing in water, Yang Tianchun took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out two soybean-sized pills, handed them to Fang Muye, and said, "This is the Baicao Pill I made with ginseng, polygonatum, poria and other herbs. It has the effect of strengthening the body and replenishing the essence. Dissolve it in hot water and give it to Master Yu."

Fang Muye took the Baicao Pill and put it into the bowl. After the Baicao Pill entered the water, it completely dissolved in two breaths. Fang Muye sat on the edge of the bed, scooped up the medicine with a spoon, put it to his mouth and blew away the hot air. When he felt it was not so hot anymore, he carefully fed it to Yu Huacheng.

Yu Huacheng's pale face was full of smiles. He looked at Fang Muye kindly and drank the medicine in the bowl one gulp at a time.

This Baicao Pill is really magical. Not long after Yu Huacheng drank the potion, a hint of redness appeared on his pale face and he no longer looked so scary.

Fang Muye finally let go of his anxiety and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Yang Tianchun and asked, "Doctor Yang, what is my master's illness and why is it so serious?"

Yang Tianchun didn't say anything. He gave Fang Muye a look and shook his head slightly. Fang Muye immediately understood and stopped asking any more questions.

Yu Huacheng noticed Yang Tianchun's little action, understood the meaning, and said with a smile: "Doctor Yang, you don't have to worry about me. I am not a weak-minded person, and I know the condition of my own body. Doctor Yang, please feel free to speak."

Seeing Yu Huacheng say this, Fang Muye thought for a moment and then said, "Doctor Yang, please speak."

Yang Tianchun nodded and said bluntly, "Master Yu, you must have injured your internal organs in the early years, which left you with a hidden disease. Now you are old and your Qi and blood are severely depleted. The weather has been cold these past two days, so you have caught a cold. Colds are easy to treat, but this depleted Qi and blood cannot be cured by medicine and cannot be replenished."

"Originally, your life would not be in danger within one or two years, but this cold was like the fuse that ignited the powder keg, causing your health to further deteriorate. I'm afraid you don't have much time left. Now I can only prescribe some prescriptions for you to strengthen your body and restoring your vitality. I'll do my best and leave the rest to fate." At this point, Yang Tianchun couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

Hearing what Yang Tianchun said, Fang Muye was stunned for a moment. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if his heart was being tightly grasped by two hands, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Yu Huacheng was very carefree and calm. He said casually, "In my early years, I wandered around the world and fought with others. Although I killed the opponent with my fists, I almost died. After that, I lived a lucky life. I settled down in Jiaxing Prefecture because I felt that I might not live for much longer, so I chose a good place to end my life."

Then he turned to look at Fang Muye, his eyes full of satisfaction, and continued: "I didn't expect that before I died, I could accept a good disciple. I am really satisfied."

Yu Huacheng's tone of voice was very flat, but it was this flatness that made Fang Muye even more distressed and unbearable, and his eyes instantly became wet.

Be a teacher for one day, and be a father for life.

What's more, since becoming his disciple, Yu Huacheng has been really good to Fang Muye. Not only does he teach him martial arts wholeheartedly every day, he also carefully prepares two meals for him. In addition, he does not have too many rules and regulations for him, and does not put on airs like a master. Instead, he is very friendly and easy-going.

He is truly a teacher who is as kind and gentle as a father.

Fang Muye is a very affectionate person. Whoever is good to him, he will treat that person even better. He has long respected Yu Huacheng as an elder and treated him as a family member, and has a deep admiration for him.

Yu Huacheng usually looked steady and moved swiftly. He always thought that Yu Huacheng was in good spirits and could easily live another ten or eight years. Now, how could he accept the fact that Yu Huacheng would not live long?

Yu Huacheng saw Fang Muye's sadness and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Fool, life is short, and plants and trees only last for a few years. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal conditions of the world. No one can live forever. Don't be sad or worried."

Yu Huacheng's words were like morning bells and evening drums, suddenly hitting Fang Muye's ears, rumbling. At this moment, these words were echoing in his mind.

"Birth, aging, sickness and death are the normal conditions of life. No one can live forever..."

"No one can live forever..."

Who says no one can live forever?

Although I am not immortal, if I take the elixir of life, I will become immortal.

Fang Muye stood there in a daze, his mind full of thoughts, as if some important information was about to come out.

After a long time, a sudden flash of inspiration came to his mind, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, but the words that came out of his mouth were like those of a madman, making Yu Huacheng and Yang Tianchun open their eyes wide and stunned on the spot.

"Master, drink my blood!"