Like Huangdi, Qi Bo's real person also looked ordinary, with white hair and clear face.

However, the old man was very energetic. When he met Song Che, he looked energetic, red, straight, and had a very wise and steady demeanor.

Of course, this demeanor must ignore Qi Bo's antics of stealing honey at this moment.

"It's Lord Qingyun." Qi Bo said with a smile.

Song Che bowed for politely. Seeing Qi Bo holding the pottery jar in a very laborious manner, he stepped forward and said, "I'll help you."

"No, it's almost done."

Qi Bo weighed the pot with his wrist lightly, and smiled at the bees lingering around him, "I'm sorry for you, let me take some more honey."

The bees didn't know if they could understand Qi Bo's request, but they never rushed to bite them.

At first glance, it shows Qi Bo's outstanding features. He can communicate with animals and is a perfect god.

However, when Song Che got closer, in addition to smelling the sweet smell of honey, he also smelled a very fresh smell of medicine.

He felt aroused his heart, guessing that the reason why these bees didn't pounce on and bite the old man who stole honey was actually forced to retreat by the smell of medicine.

But when it was time to cooperate with this medical saint to perform (pretending), Song Che naturally chose to turn a blind eye, but couldn't help laughing in his heart, thinking that if this scene was seen by ordinary people, he would definitely think that the bee was infatuated with Qi Bo's personality charm.

I think these bigwigs in ancient myths mostly used this method to fool the public who were still in the ignorant stage, and then they were portrayed as mythical characters through rumors.

However, soon, Song Che's presumption was slapped in the face.

"It's almost enough."

Qi Bo put down the clay pot and looked at the cans of honey, showing a satisfied smile.

Then, Qi Bo first evacuated the tree that was lingering bees, then whistled to a tree not far away, and a bird flew on Qi Bo's head with its wings, and then circled around it, and gently landed on Qi Bo's shoulder.

"Come on, this is your reward." Qi Bo took out a small bottle of jar from his waist, scooped some honey from the clay pot, and handed it to the bird's mouth.

The bird immediately took honey happily.

Song Che's eyes flashed and he immediately recognized that it was a honey bird.

This kind of bird loves to eat honey. When it discovers a honeycomb but cannot destroy it alone, it often cooperates with people to "steal honey".

For example, when you fly to the nearest village and see a person, you will shout while jumping around on the ground, trying to attract people's attention.

Then it will continue to fly from one tree to another, leading people to the beehive. Then it hides on nearby branches, waiting for people to help steal honey from the beehive.

Usually, people always leave a little honey, beeswax and its favorite bee larvae to eat afterwards.

Seeing him looking at the honey bird, Qi Bo chuckled and said, "Thanks to this little guy, I can always find the freshest honey. Well, with so much honey, those patients and injured will get better nutritional treatment later."

"You are intent." Song Che said, trying to cherish your words as much as possible to avoid misleading.

"Isn't this the doctor's duty like this?" Qi Bo smiled and said, "By the way, did Lord Qingyun not attend the ceremony?"

“It’s over.”

"Mr. Qingyun's body has not yet been healed. Taking this opportunity, aren't you going to ask Lord Wu Xian for a cup of holy water to drink?"

"I would rather believe in Lord Qi Bo's medical skills than Wu Xian." Song Che tried to make himself smile sincerely.

Qi Bolang laughed and said, "I have heard that Lord Qingyun doesn't agree with Lord Wu Xian's magic. In fact, it doesn't have to be like this. Witchcraft has been developed from its origins to today, and it has already formed a series of rigorous and careful. From astronomy and geography, to divination, and even medical skills, they all have unique foundations and strengths. Even I have to ask Lord Wu Xian for some knowledge from time to time."

Seeing that Qi Bo was so open-minded, Song Che nodded and said, "It seems that I was blinding my eyes."

A leaf obstructs the eyes, which means that a leaf obscures the eyes.

Song Che expressed this in fact that he only focused on one of Wu Xian's "disadvantages", and even ignored Wu Xian's other advantages.

As for what this shortcoming is, it goes without saying that Wu Xian uses the power of religion to win people's hearts. Once Wu Xian has the intention of being unjust, it may pose a threat to the royal power!

Qi Bo obviously also heard his implicit meaning, but he just smiled tacitly and said, "Does Lord Qingyun want to go back to the Medical Saint Valley with me? I'll give you some medicine."

Song Che smiled and said yes.

For some reason, from the first sight of Qi Bo, Song Che felt inexplicably close. Looking at Qi Bo's kind smile, he remembered his grandfather's voice and smile.

The two of them turned back along the stream, walked around a mountain road, and then walked over a suspension bridge, and finally entered a valley depression.

This place is also a peaceful and leisurely landscape with birds singing and flowers singing.

There are cattle, sheep and animal husbandry, and a few cultivated land, and some vegetables, fruits and melons.

Of course, what attracted Song Che's attention the most was the medicinal area in front of the hut.

Qi Bo led Song Che around the medicinal herbs and picked a few herbs casually. After entering the house, he began to grind the herbs and said, "Mr. Qingyun, can you help me get some spring water from outside the house?"

Song Che hurriedly did as he did.

Immediately, Qi Bo poured the grinded herbal powder into several medicine pots, poured some clear spring water one after another, and added some freshly collected honey, and started cooking medicine.

"It will take some time to have a cup of tea and wait."

Qi Bo began to put honeysuckle, chrysanthemums and tea into another pot again.

Song Che secretly marveled at Qi Bo's fluent technique, without weighing or category, and could easily complete the cooking of medicine soup with the naked eye in the effort of a cup of tea.

As the saying goes, an expert looks at the trick.

The skillful skills Qi Bo showed was enough to make Song Che amazed.

Soon, when the fragrance of medicine had not yet begun to spread, a tea fragrance came first.

"Come on, add some honey."

Qi Bo poured two cups of tea and dripped some fresh honey into the tea cup.

His words and deeds all show that he attaches importance to the quality of life, but he does not know how to do it. He often achieves his goals lightly and simply, and has a very chic and calm demeanor.

Song Che used his fingers to twist the teacup, and before he could touch his lips, his mouth and nose were intoxicated by the fresh fragrance.

"It smells so good!" Song Che also praised directly.

"Then let's take some away later." Qi Bo smiled and said, "I think Master Qingyun has not looked very good these days, and he is more angry. Drinking more of this heart-nourishing tea will have some ease of effect."

In fact, Song Che also felt the hostility in his body.

I think it was the owner of this body who had experienced several killing battles.

In fact, at the ceremony just now, Song Che could feel that everyone was more or less angry.

Until now, looking at the pastoral scenery in front of him, Song Che's mood was calm and peaceful, and he couldn't help but sigh: "It would be great if the war could end soon."

"Yes, if the world could achieve great unification as soon as possible, the creatures would be spared from the disaster." Qi Bo nodded and said, "I didn't expect that Lord Qingyun was brave and good at fighting, but he also felt compassionate in his heart."

Song Che smiled bitterly and said, "Who wants the years to be safe? It's just that the mission is on your own and there is no choice."

After a pause, Song Che said tentatively: "Master Qi Bo, how do you view the war between us and the Chiyou tribe?"

"Mr. Qingyun, are you here to speculate on behalf of the king?" Qi Bo smiled.

Then, Qi Bo said to himself: "As a doctor, I naturally hope that there are fewer patients and injured people in the world, and that everyone can be healthy and healthy. When the king went to Qishan to ask me to come out to help, my ambition was to use my skills to help people suffer less. As for the right and wrong behind the war, I cannot control it."

Qi Bo’s implication is that he is only responsible for saving lives and healing the wounded. As for the conflict of interest between the Yellow Emperor tribe and the Chiyou tribe, he cannot interfere.

"But you will definitely be curious why I chose to assist the king rather than Chiyou or Yan Emperor." Qi Bo said frankly: "Because in my opinion, only our king has the courage and mind to unify the world. Guangchengzi once talked to me that in terms of strength, the king is not as good as Chiyou, but the king can tolerate people and have the ambition to reform the old and new. We assist the king, so that the unification of the world can be achieved as soon as possible, so that the tribe's glory can continue to develop and advance."

Song Che understood Qi Bo's meaning.

To put it bluntly, the disputes around the world are inevitable.

Whether it is Huangdi, Yandi or Chiyou, they have the opportunity to win the Chinese nation.

However, in order to achieve this unified goal as quickly as possible and to avoid being damaged as much as possible, we must choose the most suitable king to assist.

"Actually, if you see too many things, you will understand that the so-called fate is just a 'momentum'. The unification and integration of various tribes is the general trend of the world. Then we might as well follow this trend, at least we won't lose our direction." Qi Bo said leisurely: "As for what is right and wrong, sometimes you don't have to be so stubborn. Sometimes today's 'wrong' becomes tomorrow's 'right'. Everything we do now should be left to future generations to judge."

"What we can do now is to try to create some things and knowledge that are useful to the human race, pass them down from generation to generation, accumulate and accumulate and pave the road, maybe one generation will have an important transformation. It may not be ten years or success in a hundred years, but it should be different after a thousand years."

I don’t know if it was this cup of heart-raising tea or this spiritual chicken soup that worked, but Song Che had a revelation for a moment.

Suddenly, Qi Bo turned his head, looked at him with interest, and smiled: "My friend, can you tell me what the world will be in a thousand years?"
Chapter completed!