The dogs raised by the useless firewood of the system are about to become immortals

So he hastily made a bow, puzzled and said:

"I don't know where your Excellency came from, why did you make a move?"

Lan Qihan paused, and Xia Qinuan appeared in due course:

"My son and I came from Mocheng, and when we saw a rough road, we just drew our swords to help."

Yang Qinghui and Yang Huai looked at Xia Qinuan after hearing the words.

When the two saw Xia Qinuan, they couldn't help being shocked: Even if this maid is wearing a veil, she can still see her beauty.

It seems that the strength of the comer is extraordinary.

Yang Qinghui frowned, there are people doing bad things in this situation, this old man Yang Huai is too lucky!

His tone was neither humble nor overbearing:

"It turned out to be an expert from Mocheng, but please don't meddle in your own business, this is a private matter between us."

Based on the previous conversation between the two, Xia Qinuan had already thought up his words:

"This statement is wrong. My son heard that someone in your mansion was asking for medicine, so he rushed to Seoul on purpose. How can you be meddling?"

Lan Qihan nodded cooperatively, acting like an outsider.

When the two heard this, their expressions were completely different:

Yang Qinghui frowned, and Yang Huai was ecstatic.

Yang Huai couldn't help but said:

"It's my brother's old illness recurring. I want to ask an expert to cure it. If the two of you can find a way, that would be great."

He didn't look down on them just because they looked young.

After all, the son just now has proved himself with his strength.

For mortals, reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage is not easy.

Not only talent is needed, but also the accumulation of spirit stones and herbs.

These two must have strength and background.

Yang Qinghui's expression was uncertain: he had already revealed his intentions, and if he returned to Yang's house, he was afraid that the sheep would fall into the mouth of a tiger.

Yang Huai noticed his emotions, and he also had complicated feelings about this nephew.

On the one hand, he feels guilty and pity, on the other hand, he feels unbelievable for his hatred and viciousness.

Then he said:

"Qinghui, no matter what, go home first, you really misunderstood your adoptive father."

Of course Yang Qinghui didn't believe it, and satirized in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to obey:

"Yes, uncle, then I will listen to you."

Then he turned his head to Lan Qihan and the two of them and said:

"My uncle is injured, I wonder if the two of you can heal him now?"

Xia Qinuan nodded at Lan Qihan vaguely when he heard the words.

So he stepped forward to feel Yang Huai's pulse.

Yang Huai couldn't help admiring him when he saw that his expression was cold and solemn, and he looked confident.

Today's young people are too powerful, the waves behind the Yangtze River push forward the waves ahead.

In fact, Lan Qihan is still a little guilty, he just understands a little bit.

Fortunately, Yang Huai's injury is not serious, just take some elixir to replenish blood and restore vitality.

He said in a deep voice: "The injury is not serious, Nuan Nuan, take a Yuan Hui Dan and a Hui Xue Dan each."

In the storage bag given by the sword servant mountain master before, there were some basic pills. Xia Qinuan touched it, and there were indeed.

So she respectfully handed it over: "My lord, here it is."

Lan Qihan took the elixir and motioned to Yang Huai.

How could Yang Huai dare to ask an expert to feed him medicine, so he quickly took it and swallowed it.

For Xia Qinuan and the others, this was an extremely common low-level pill.

But they don't know that because the mortal towns are not as dangerous as the world of cultivating immortals, there are relatively few people fighting and killing.

Even low-level pills are rare.

Moreover, generally speaking, the guests of big families are mostly casual cultivators, and casual cultivators are mostly relatively poor.

Although Jianshishan is considered poor in the sect, but compared with ordinary towns, it is more than enough.

Yang Huai and Yang Qinghui saw that the two of them took out low-grade pills very casually, and felt that they had a solid foundation.

So he confirmed Lan Qihan's status as an expert in his heart.

After taking the elixir, most of Yang Huai's injuries recovered.

He stood up and bowed to the two, saying:

"Thank you for your life-saving grace. My name is Yang Huai. I am the younger brother of Yang Xu, the Patriarch of the Yang Family. This time, I am asking for medicine for the Patriarch."

"By the way, I don't know how to call you two?"

Of course, Master Pharmacist himself cannot answer this question.

Xia Qinuan fulfilled her duties as a maid conscientiously:

"My son's name is Qi Han, and my name is Qi Nuannuan."

"Hi Mr. Qi, Mrs. Nuannuan, my injury is almost healed, why don't you go back to the city now? The Yang family is not far from the city gate."

Yang Huai wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Lan Qihan nodded when he heard the words, and after getting the approval, Yang Huai and the others left immediately.

There was no words all the way, and the four of them had different thoughts.

Especially Yang Qinghui, who has been thinking about how to continue living in the Yang family.

Xia Qinuan has been observing his expression secretly, for some reason, she always has a premonition.

This Yang Qinghui definitely had bad intentions.

/

The chief guard at the gate of Seoul saw Yang Huai and Yang Qinghui approaching from a distance.

Immediately, she greeted them obsequiously, and saw that there were people beside them, and Yang Huai's attitude towards them was very respectful.

He paused, and said calmly:

"Master Yang, you and Mr. Yang are finally back. I don't know what to expect from this trip?"

Yang Huai waved his hands, looking in a good mood:

"It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing this, the chief guard inquired about the identities of Xia Qinuan and the two:

"Where did these two adults come from?"

Yang Huai raised his eyebrows, glanced at the head of the guard, and seemed to say, "You have a wink."

He introduced:

"This son is a pharmacist from Mocheng, and the other is his maid."

After hearing Yang Huai's introduction, the chief guard was skeptical:

If it is a powerful pharmacist, this is too young.

He knew that the Yang family sought a doctor for several years in order to cure the old disease of the patriarch Yang Xu, but failed.

During the period, there were also many swindlers who swindled food and drink in the name of a pharmacist, but in the end they got nothing.

Yang Huai is really old and confused, and he won't gain any wisdom after eating so many mistakes.

He didn't believe that such a young pharmacist could cure the Patriarch of the Yang family.

There are many thoughts in my heart, and the face of the head guard is as usual:

"Since that's the case, then congratulations. It would be great if the Patriarch of the Yang family can recover."

The Yang family has a great career, since the head of the family fell ill, the Yang family has been worsening day by day.

Many other families in Seoul have long been eyeing them, hoping that Yang Xu will fall as soon as possible.

The chief guard didn't know what the future situation would be like, so he chose to stay out of it now.

/

After they entered the city gate, Xia Qinuan heard several guards discussing there:

"Which pharmacist is this month?"

"It's the fifth one, but this month is almost over."

"You said they looked so young, can you do it?"

"It's hard to say, but that maid looks really good-looking, hehe."

"Look at your prospects! But that maid is really good-looking, and her body feels numb after seeing her..."

"Hehehe, that young master is so lucky..."

……

The following words were a bit unsightly, Xia Qinuan rolled his eyes, and didn't want to hear any more.

Yang Qinghui and Yang Huai's cultivation bases were low, so they naturally couldn't hear this discussion.

Lan Qihan who was at the side heard it, his expression was indifferent, pretending he didn't hear it.

Only the reddish ear tips betrayed him.