My pet is thighs

After the assassination incident, Chi Tianmin once had the idea of ​​​​cultivating. The Lingwu Continent was still too dangerous.

However, after experiencing the double blow of boring practice and slow progress in practice again, Chi Tianmin gave up practice completely.

After Lei Zhenyu recovered from his injury, Chi Tianmin gave him the greatest support, and his practice speed increased by leaps and bounds.

Chi Tianmin continued his carefree life, sleeping until he woke up naturally every day, and consuming the best food and clothing.

When I have free time, I will delve into the art of craftsmanship and bring one or two new sets of farm tools.

According to the normal development trajectory, Chi Tianmin will become a great craftsman praised by the world, and Lei Zhenyu will grow into a powerful warrior, serving as Chi Tianmin's most loyal guard.

However, Chi Tianmin's life was destined not to be so ordinary and smooth. His happy life was abruptly interrupted.

Even his path as a craftsman, which he finally became interested in, was cut off and he was forced to embark on an arduous path of cultivation.

It was a sunny morning. Not long after Chi Tianmin had celebrated his eighth birthday, he went to Xiaoyu Village to play as usual.

The weather in summer was very hot, even in the morning, it was a bit unbearable, so they took a tree-lined path.

Walking on a familiar path, you are surrounded by green trees that block the scorching sun, and the gentle breeze makes you feel cool.

When they reached a dense forest, they saw someone sitting under a tree and resting in front of them.

Chi Tianmin was not surprised. There were many people passing by this small road. Many of the surrounding villagers would take this road when entering the city.

As they got closer, everyone found a ragged beggar sitting under the tree.

The beggar looked to be sixty or seventy years old. His gray hair was messy and draped over his shoulders, but he didn't look slovenly.

Seeing someone approaching, the beggar got up with difficulty and walked over with a shaky step carrying a broken bowl.

"My lord, please be alright. I haven't eaten for three days and three nights." The beggar begged pitifully.

Seeing the sinful appearance of the lonely old man, the soft-hearted Lu Zhudang wanted to step forward and give some money, but was stopped by Chi Tianmin.

Chi Tianmin vaguely pulled Lu Zhu and took two steps back from the guard.

To beg in this wilderness is an insult to his intelligence, but I want to see what the old man wants.

Chi Tianmin has not forgotten the assassination he experienced last time. Although the storm has been calmed down now, there is no guarantee that there are still people with bad intentions.

"Where did that stinky beggar come from? He dirty my eyes. Go and give him a good beating." Chi Tianmin suddenly ordered the guard.

The beggar was stunned, Luzhu was stunned, and the guards were also stunned. They all looked at Chi Tianmin with their mouths open.

In the impression of Luzhu and the guards, the young master has always been a kind-hearted and kind-hearted person.

Even if I don't give alms today, I wouldn't treat an old beggar so roughly.

The old man was stunned because Chi Tianmin didn't follow the script he arranged at all.

He has been observing Chi Tianmin for nearly two years, and he should not be this kind of person.

"Why are you still stunned? Don't you listen to what the young master says?" Chi Tianmin said in a deep voice with a dark face.

Although he didn't know why Chi Tianmin acted like this, the loyal guards still carried out his orders and were ready to step forward and capture the beggar.

At this moment, the rickety beggar in front of him suddenly smiled. He stopped pretending and stood up straight.

"Yes, he is indeed someone I value. He is brave and resourceful, not a reckless man." The old man's voice was like a bell, but he didn't look half as weak as before.

The guard immediately realized that he had been deceived by the other party, and the young master asked him to take action because he saw through the other party's disguise.

The guard held a sword in one hand and stood in front of Chi Tianmin, while his other hand was quietly placed on a bamboo tube behind his back.

Having learned from the past, the guards always carry fireworks specially designed for reporting messages from the Hou Mansion. As long as a signal is given, masters from the Hou Mansion will arrive in a matter of seconds.

"Want to report? It's too late." The old man waved his sleeves with a smile, and then saw the guard and Lu Zhu falling down softly.

Chi Tianmin's pupils shrank slightly. The other party knocked down the two of them effortlessly, and it was also easy for him to take him down.

According to the setting in the storybook, the older a person is, the higher his or her force value is. The old man in front of him looks very powerful no matter how he looks at it.

Chi Tianmin didn't speak. He was waiting for the old man to speak. He was now a piece of fish on the chopping board and could only be slaughtered by him.

"I wanted to act out a story about you giving charity and me repaying the favor, and creating a good story, but I didn't expect my disciple to be so smart. That's all. As a teacher, I'd better just accept you as my disciple." The old man continued to smile.

Hearing the word "disciple", Chi Tianmin breathed a sigh of relief. At least his life was not in danger.

In the story novels, there are many legendary stories of masters recruiting disciples. Not surprisingly, the old man in front of me is the legendary hermit master.

However, Chi Tianmin still did not let down his guard. The master had a weird temper, so he might make the other party unhappy, and then he would be killed by the other party.

Chi Tianmin's cultivation talent is very poor. He will definitely not be able to attract the attention of experts by relying on his cultivation talent. Is it because of his craftsmanship talent? Or is it because his selfless qualities are valued by superiors?

"Are you a craftsman? Want to teach me the art of craftsmanship?" Chi Tianmin asked uncertainly.

"Bah, what the hell is a craftsman? There hasn't been a craftsman god for hundreds of years. How can he be compared to me?" The old man was quite angry that Chi Tianmin regarded him as a craftsman.

Chi Tianmin was even more confused. If he didn't value his craftsmanship talent, what did he value?

"Who are you?" Chi Tianmin asked in a low voice.

The old man puffed up his chest proudly and said proudly: "Listen up, good disciple, I am the god of medicine in this world.

After saying that, the old man looked at Chi Tianmin arrogantly, as if he was waiting for Chi Tianmin to surrender.

"The God of Medicine? The God of Medicine has died a long time ago." Chi Tianmin blurted out.

The old man staggered and almost fell to the ground. Who the hell spread rumors that I am dead? I am living well and living better than anyone else.

Chi Tianmin knew about the God of Medicine. The God of Medicine had extraordinary medical skills and could pick up human flesh and bones at his fingertips. He was a being who stood at the top of the pyramid.

However, the God of Medicine is very old and has not been seen for more than ten years. There are rumors that he has passed away quietly, but the news has not been spread.

The old man blew his beard and glared angrily, and emphasized aggressively: "I'm not dead, I'm really the god of medicine!!!"

Seeing his fierce look, Chi Tianmin quickly surrendered: "You are the God of Medicine, you really are the God of Medicine."

Chi Tianmin was not sure of the other party's identity now, but seeing his excitement, he hurriedly comforted him.

Regardless of whether the other party is the God of Medicine or not, the other party is just better than you, so don't anger the other party.

Seeing Chi Tianmin's obviously perfunctory look, the old man shook his head helplessly. He had indeed disappeared for too long, so it was not surprising that there were such rumors.

"Then you want to teach me medical skills? But I can't absorb spiritual energy." Chi Tianmin followed his words, but did not forget to remind him of the fact that he could not practice.

"I know you can't absorb spiritual energy." Surprisingly, the old man knew about Chi Tianmin's situation.

"I know you're still coming to trouble me." Chi Tian complained, not daring to say it.

"I'm not here to teach you medical skills." The old man continued.

"Then you're here to eat enough to hold yourself up?" Chi Tianmin continued to argue.

"I'm here to teach you how to practice!"

This time it was Chi Tianmin's turn to be dumbfounded. The old man in front of him was seriously ill. Can the three of us go back alive today?

Ever since Chi Tianmin detected his useless talent, Chi Zhantian often took him to visit famous families, including many reclusive families.

But everyone came to the same conclusion. Chi Tianmin had a flaw in his talent. Unless he had an unexpected encounter, it would be difficult for him to practice in this life.

Chi Tianmin also accepted this setting. Now an old man appeared out of nowhere and said he could help him practice. It would be strange for him not to be shocked.

While Chi Tianmin was shocked, he couldn't help but think, could the old man in front of him be his golden finger? But this golden finger seems to have arrived a little late!