Chapter 990

"Wait!" The village head suddenly gave a big drink.

Lin Chengfei looked around and asked, "what's the matter?"

"What did you do to song an just now?" The old man asked in a deep voice. His face was as solemn as ever.

With a faint smile, Lin Chengfei said, "I didn't do anything. I just read a poem for him. Can't you not hear it?"

"It's just a poem. How can it change him so much?"

"I'm a doctor!" Lin Chengfei said: "to cure the patient is my goal. In the middle of this, it's my freedom to use any method..."

"And I'm not afraid to tell you!" Lin Chengfei then said, "do you know why I want to take ya ya away? Because I only use poetry to cure people! "

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The village head stepped back several steps, his face pale.

His eyes began to relax, and his thoughts seemed to drift far away.

"I I don't believe it. What evidence do you have? " The old man asked in a trembling voice.

With a big wave of his hand, Lin Chengfei was in high spirits: "if you don't believe it, you can let all the people in your village come and have a try one by one!"

"Good!" The old man gritted his teeth and said, "I'll see if you have the ability."

"Then open your eyes and have a good look!" Lin Chengfei is also more energetic with the old man and says in a loud voice.

He really wanted to take away these children who were proficient in poetry, but no one wanted to go with him.

This let originally arrogant Lin Chengfei, also had some frustration.

An old man came up.

The old man was about sixty years old, and he was on a par with the village head.

His clothes are just a little old, but they are not dirty and clean.

He came to Lin Chengfei tremblingly: "you can see me What's the matter with you? "

"Cartilage Lin Chengfei just said these two words.

The old man glared: "cartilage? You call me a soft bone? "

"I mean your bones are soft. Where do you want to go?" "Are you very prone to fracture?" he said

"Yes

"That's right." Lin Chengfei said: "osteoporosis, as well as chondropathy, that's what makes you like this."

"What are you going to do?"

"Poetry, of course!" Lin Chengfei took it for granted.

"What poetry? Tell me your name and I'll read it myself to see if I can cure the disease! " Said the old man in a deep voice.

Lin Chengfei did not shirk responsibility, but said with a smile: "Wang Anshi, Gu Tong"

the old man just thought about it, and then recited: tqr1

the nature of heaven is dense, and the solitary height is hundreds of search.

Lingxiao doesn't yield to himself, but he has an open mind.

The old roots are strong, the sun is scorching, and the leaves are overcast.

In the Ming Dynasty, I wanted to be a Wuxian Qin

After a poem was finished, Lin Chengfei looked at the old man with a smile: "how about it? How do you feel now? "

The old man said blankly, "I don't feel anything!"

Lin Chengfei said, "how many times have you read this poem?"

"I wrote it down three times, and I've never forgotten it in my life." The old man said haughtily.

"Do you understand what it means?"

"Of course!"

"Can you put its meaning into your bones?"

The old man finally began to frown. He couldn't keep up with Lin Chengfei's thought: "what do you mean?"

Wutong Wutong is firm and inflexible. Can you put this poetic feeling into your usual way of doing things? " Lin Chengfei asked.

The old man began to hesitate: "this..."

"Can't you?" Lin Chengfei laughs and then drinks: "I can!"

His eyes slowly looked around the crowd, and he said in a high voice: "the quality of heaven is from the forest..."

The same poem, in the words of the old man and Lin Chengfei, has two different meanings.

Wutong tree can grow naturally and densely, standing tall and upright, reaching hundreds of searches.

Through the clouds, but also do not yield, this is because deeply rooted in the earth.

The longer the years, the stronger the roots, the hotter the sun, and the thicker the leaves.

During the political Qingming period, he always wanted to solve the people's sufferings (like Emperor Shun's singing), and he was willing to be cut down to make Wuxian Qin.

this is Wutong.

Wutong has bones.

Bone is in its essence.

Every word of Lin Chengfei, when he said every word, there would be a tiny invisible light spot flying to the old man and integrating into his bones.

And every sentence of Lin Chengfei falls to the ground, the old man will feel that his bones are lighter.

With the last sentence "Ming Shi Si Jie Xun, I wish you a five stringed violin" landing, the old man was shocked, and his rickety body suddenly stood upright.He is a hand, originally was holding early there, constantly shaking, but now, but can completely spread out, stable lift in mid air is no problem.

"How do you feel, old man?" Lin Chengfei asked.

"This This... " The old man was so excited that he couldn't speak. After a long time, he said slowly: "I've read all my life, but I didn't find that poetry has such a wonderful effect! "

Without waiting for Lin Chengfei to speak, he ran to the old village head excitedly.

Yes, it's running!

He used to walk reluctantly, as if he might fall to the ground at any time, but now he is walking as fast as a strong young man.

"Village head, he What he said is true. His poems can really cure diseases! "

"Song Ji, you Are you sure you're right? " The old village head also shivered the body to ask a way.

"There can be no mistake!" Old man song Ji chopped off the railway: "when the boy was reading poetry, I could clearly feel the changes in my body. It's not wrong!"

The old village head looked solemn, patted old man song Ji on the shoulder, and came to Lin Chengfei step by step: "Doctor Lin, right?"

"Well? What are you doing, old man? " Lin Chengfei asked.

"Please Give the whole village a cure. "

"No problem!" Lin Chengfei readily agreed: "didn't we all agree before? Today we are called here for the purpose of curing diseases. "

The village head could not help shaking his head and said bitterly, "this is different It's different! "

Then he turned his head and looked at the ancestral hall.

Eyes seem to go through the gate and see the scene in the deep of the ancestral hall.

Lin Chengfei didn't know what he meant by the difference and didn't care. He continued to treat the villagers.

These people have all kinds of physical problems, but in the hands of Lin Chengfei, it's just a poem.

As he promised, no matter what the disease is, as long as he reads a poem, the pain will disappear.

One after another, one after another, Lin Chengfei's eyes were full of strange smell.

When the villagers were half cured, Zhang Yaorao, who was standing in the cast, suddenly cried out: "don't be cheated by him. He is a liar. Before he was outside the town, he made all the children in the town unconscious. He is a villain who committed a terrible crime!"