chapter 13 I'm dying

In the car.
Alan Ye said, "Mom, I'm sorry for troubling you today."
"You silly kid, what are you talking about?" Vivienne Qian said, "You encountered so many things in the hospital and you actually hid them from me. If I hadn't gone to the hospital today, are you going to continue hiding secrets from me?"
"I just don't want you to worry."
"Listen to my advice, don't hold on when you can't. If this hospital is not a place for you, then change to another hospital. As for Sarah Zhang, she has changed and is no longer the kind-hearted girl she used to be. It's better to break up with her."
"Um."
"Mr. Zhao must have something serious to do with you, so I won't delay you. I'll get off the car in front."
After the car stopped, Alan Ye helped Vivienne Qian get out of the car.
"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to have troubled you today," Vivienne Qian said politely.
"There's no need to be so polite with me, auntie. It's just a small matter," Kevin Zhao was also very polite.
Vivienne Qian told Alan Ye again, "Come back early. I'll wait for you to come home for dinner. Today, mom will make your favorite mapo tofu."
"Got it."
After the car started, Alan Ye said with some embarrassment, "My mother is just like this, she is quite verbose. I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, for making you laugh."
"Good."
Good?
Alan Ye glanced at Kevin Zhao doubtfully.
The latter remained silent and concentrated on driving.
There was silence all the way.
The atmosphere in the car was a bit depressing.
Alan Ye hesitated to speak several times.
After a full twenty minutes, Kevin Zhao suddenly said, "Dr. Ye, you must have a lot of doubts in your mind, right?"
"Yes," Alan Ye did not deny it.
"Ask whatever you want to know, and I will tell you whatever I can tell you."
"Who is the Dragon King?" Alan Ye asked immediately.
This question had been weighing on him all this time.
"The Dragon King is the king of Jiangzhou's underground world! He was once a master on the Tiger List!" Kevin Zhao continued, "Actually, you and the Dragon King have already met."
"Is that the old man in the Tang suit who was with you yesterday?" Alan Ye asked.
"Yes."
Sure enough it was him!
When Alan Ye saw the old man in a Tang suit yesterday, he felt that the old man did not look like an ordinary person. Now it seemed that his guess was correct.
"Is the Dragon King his real name?" Alan Ye asked again.
"No, it's just a title," Kevin Zhao said, "The Dragon King's real name is Chris Long, and everyone in the world calls him the Dragon King."
That was the truth.
"I would like to ask, Mr. Zhao, what is your relationship with the Dragon King?" Alan Ye was a little curious about Kevin Zhao's identity.
"I am the Dragon King's personal bodyguard."
"Then your kung fu must be very good, right?"
Kevin Zhao smiled and did not answer.
The car went into the city center and then entered a secluded mountain road. Alan Ye glanced out of the car window and asked, "Are we going to Yunwu Mountain?"
"Well, the Dragon King lives on Yunwu Mountain."
Alan Ye was shocked.
In the center of Jiangzhou, there was a mountain peak 500 meters above sea level called Yunwu Mountain. The scenery here was pleasant and the environment was beautiful.
In the early days of the founding of this country, this place was a park, and later it was developed into a top wealthy area. Only the top dignitaries in Jiangzhou were qualified to live on Yunwu Mountain.
Fifteen minutes later.
Exquisite villas built in Chinese style appeared in Alan Ye's sight. They were scattered among the green trees, quiet and distant.
The car drove towards the highest peak and finally stopped in front of an antique villa.
"Dr. Ye, we have arrived," Kevin Zhao said.
Alan Ye nodded, and when he got out of the car, he saw four guards standing at the door of the villa, all of them were strong with sharp eyes.
The aura of these four guards was very similar to the aura of Kevin Zhao, but they were much weaker than the latter.
"Brother Zhao!"
Seeing Kevin Zhao, the four guards shouted respectfully.
"This is Alan Ye, the guest invited by the Dragon King," Kevin Zhao pointed at Alan Ye.
The four guards glanced at Alan Ye and quickly stepped aside.
"Doctor Ye, please follow me," Kevin Zhao led the way.
Alan Ye walked through the door, and a courtyard covering an area of ​​several hundred square meters appeared in his sight. There was a gazebo, waterside pavilion, fish pond and rockeries, as well as various exotic flowers and plants. It felt a bit like a summer resort.
In the middle of the yard, there was a thick sycamore tree, at least a hundred years old, with luxuriant branches and leaves.
Under the tree, there was a stone table.
The stone table was covered with rice paper.
The Dragon King was practicing calligraphy.
"The Dragon King doesn't like to be disturbed when he is practicing calligraphy, so please tread lightly," Kevin Zhao reminded him in a low voice.
Alan Ye nodded.
The two of them walked to the Dragon King. Alan Ye stretched out his head and looked at it, and saw a few words written on the rice paper,
"Nation's matters of the Emperor have to be done. That would earn fame before and after death. However, the hero has aged."
The pen in his hand moved smoothly, and its power penetrated the paper. Between the pen and ink, an invincible and murderous spirit emerged on the page.
"Good calligraphy, but it's a pity..."
Alan Ye suddenly spoke up.
"What's the pity?" The Dragon King asked calmly.
"It's a pity that the murderous intent is too strong."
Snapped!
The Dragon King dropped the brush in his hand, raised his head, and looked at Alan Ye.
Suddenly.
Alan Ye felt as if he was being stared at by a peerless ferocious beast, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Kevin Zhao saw this and said quickly, "Alan Ye, why don't you apologize to the Dragon King now?"
"You also know calligraphy?" The Dragon King asked before Alan Ye could apologize.
"A little bit."
In the inheritance of the ancestors of the Ye family, there was a lot of knowledge about calligraphy.
"You just said that the murderous intent was too strong. Do you think I was in a wrong state of mind when I was writing?" The Dragon King asked again.
Alan Ye had no choice but to force himself to answer, "The author of this poem is Xin Qiji. He was a famous Southern Song Dynasty general who fought against the Jin Dynasty. He strongly advocated the recovery of the Central Plains throughout his life, but he was rejected and suppressed. He was not allowed to be appointed for a long time and lived idle for nearly twenty years."
"This poem was written by Xin Qiji while he was living in Xinzhou when he was frustrated."
"In his poems, he expressed his ambition to kill the enemy, serve the country, and establish fame. However, this sentence of pity happened in vain, expressing Xin Qiji's unspeakable depression, pain, and anger because he had no way to serve his country!"
"And the words you wrote are like silver hooks and full of murderous intent. They are completely opposite to the author's calm mind. However, they are full of the spirit of a tiger that can run thousands of miles. This reminds me of a poem by Cao Cao, "An old steed in the stable still aspires to gallop a thousand miles. Even though one is old, he may still have a big ambition.”
The Dragon King stared at Alan Ye. His eyes as deep as the abyss, without saying a word, but the huge aura on his body was still there.
Alan Ye was so nervous that cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
After two minutes, The Dragon King suddenly laughed and said, "Alan Ye, you are very smart."
Hearing these words, Alan Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, the Dragon King asked kindly, "Alan Ye, I asked Kevin Zhao to invite you. Did I disturb your work?"
"No."
"That's good," The Dragon King put away the smile on his face and said solemnly, "Alan Ye, please come over. There is something I want to ask you to help me with."
"What's the matter?" Alan Ye asked.
"I want to ask you to help me cure my illness," The Dragon King said, "I am about to die."
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