Night had fallen, and the wind and snow gradually eased.
Chu Mu had already arrived at Mingxin Hall. Medical Book in hand, he sat to one side, voicing his questions from time to time and waiting for Old Li to answer them.
Old Li reclined against the back of his chair, leisurely sipping hot tea. Faced with Chu Mu's questions, he was often sparing with his words, yet each answer struck the nail on the head.
When people said age turned one into a demon, Chu Mu felt they were talking about this silver-haired Old Li.
What Chu Mu did not know was that Old Li, who appeared so relaxed and at ease, could not help but be startled every time he taught him.
Or rather, anyone faced with a genius somewhat beyond common sense would inevitably be startled.
What ordinary people needed several months to learn, a genius grasped in a few days—and learned to a higher level besides.
In the eyes of others, Chu Mu was undoubtedly just such a genius beyond common sense.
In Old Li's eyes, naturally, it was the same.
From the basics of entering the path of qi and blood to his current deep cultivation of medical arts, in the short span of one or two months, their repeated contact had already made this undeniable fact perfectly clear.
"The path of medicine is the road of hanging a gourd to aid the world. Even after reading Medical Books thoroughly, one must still apply them to reality."
"Only by treating illness and saving lives, hanging a gourd to aid the world, can one glimpse the wonders of the Medical Dao."
"Mu-xiaoge, if you devote yourself to the Medical Dao, you must keep this in mind."
In the pause between question and answer, Old Li spoke