The story of the reborn pharmacist

In Shuhe Village, there is a side room in a small courtyard.

The originally small room was filled with the smell of herbs, and the doors and windows were covered with thick cloth. When Liang Hu entered the room, he carefully closed the door. After confirming that there was no cool breeze coming in, he breathed a sigh of relief.

A cough came from the bedroom, Liang Hu quickly walked in, put the bag of spirit stones in his hand aside: "It's not bad, I saw you still had a fever when you went out in the morning, how do you feel now? "

The young man who was supported by Liang Hu was pale, thin and frowning, only a little unhealthy blood appeared on the side of his cheeks. After coughing for a long time, he managed to hold up a smiling face: "Mr. It's much better, and the heat has subsided, but it's causing trouble to the young master."

"It's okay," Liang Hu scratched his hair, "If it wasn't for you, my mother's illness wouldn't get better so quickly, I should be the one to thank you."

Speaking of which, he picked up this person outside the door when he was reconciling accounts at Zuixianju that night, because it was too late at that time, and there was no doctor who could see the doctor, and this person was seriously injured, Liang Hu I was also afraid that something would happen if I put the person there, so I had no choice but to take him back home first.

It was not until later that Liang Hu realized that the person he rescued was actually a monk from a small sect in the south of the Great Shu Kingdom. When he went out to practice, he accidentally offended the disciples of other sects and was chased all the way. escape here.

"By the way," Liang Hu finally remembered what he had brought, and hurriedly took the spirit stone on the table, "I have already brought the spirit stone back, you can use it first, if it is not enough, I will look at it later Let's see if we can think of another way."

"A lot," the young man opened the bag and couldn't help exclaiming, "It's enough. Where did you get so many spirit stones?"

"It was given to me by a friend of mine." Seeing the other party's expression was wrong, Liang Hu quickly explained, "Don't worry, I didn't say anything about you, and even though my friend is a monk, he has no plans to enter the fairy gate , even if I accidentally know about you, I won’t disclose it to others.”

Before Liang Hu finished speaking, the young man interrupted him with a smile: "There is no need to explain, I believe you."

Even though he was still ill, the young man's face still carried the exquisite beauty unique to monks.Liang Hu scratched his hair, and suddenly felt some inexplicable heat on his face.

It was not until he got home that Wei Ziqin finally had time to open the jade box that Bai Heng had just entrusted.

The jade box was not big, in the shape of an oval, only a little bigger than a palm. Wei Ziqin originally estimated that there were at most things like spiritual grass magic tools in it, but he couldn't help being a little dumbfounded when he went back to his room and opened it.

It was neither a spiritual herb nor a magic weapon, but a living creature.

"squeak."

Wei Ziqin: "..."

The living creature, or more precisely, it should be a snow-white mouse. The mouse was only the size of glutinous rice balls, and it was round and cute. The note, what was written on the note was the instruction on the use of this living creature.

The White Jade Rat, a natural spiritual creature, has the innate ability to shrink the ground into an inch. It can shrink thousands of miles into an inch. It has almost no shortcomings except that it can't bear weight. It can generally be used to send light items such as letterheads.

Suddenly understanding Bai Heng's intentions, Wei Ziqin couldn't help being funny, and after putting the white jade mouse on the table, he began to look for a pen and paper to write the letter.

Speaking of which, even with the previous life, Wei Ziqin has never had the experience of writing letters to others like now. After all, monks often use jade slips to transmit information, and then send them through shops such as Jiuxing Pavilion, and jade slips There is no need to write this thing, you just need to pour what you want to say into it through your thoughts, and you don't have to worry about problems such as wording and expression.

Getting used to the easy-to-use jade slips, Wei Ziqin suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when using this kind of letter that needed to be written down word by word. It was too close to be used to it, and too distant and inappropriate. He obviously had a lot to say in his heart. , I fell into the pen, but I couldn't write a single word.

After writing more than a dozen pieces of letterhead, Wei Ziqin finally gave up and took another blank piece of letterhead, sketched with a few strokes, and drew what happened in the morning and what he had done all day on the paper in the form of pictures , After the drawing was finished, the paper was folded and rolled into a ball, and finally tied to the body of the white jade mouse.

The White Jade Mouse kicked its hind legs, squeaked twice, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. When it came back, it was already half a cup of tea behind.

Probably inspired by Wei Ziqin's letterhead, there was also a small picture drawn on the letter sent by Bai Heng. In the middle was probably Bai Heng's appearance, sitting behind a long desk with a pile of jade slips on it.

At the bottom of the drawing paper is a line of small characters. When there is a limit to the ends of the world, there is only endless love.

Wei Ziqin couldn't help smiling, thought for a while, and then picked up a pen to write a new letterhead.

In the extreme north, in the Cold Moon Palace.

Outside the verandah, Fang Bai, the steward, called the attendants to bring the freshly brewed spiritual tea, and at the same time couldn't help but look strangely at the direction of the main hall not far away.

Coincidentally seeing Chen Siyuan walking by, Steward Fang endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear to stop him: "Dianzhu Chen, I don't know if I should ask something... What happened to our lord?" Well, why does it seem like today is in a good mood."

"What?" Chen Siyuan didn't hear clearly, and stopped with a puzzled face.

Steward Fang hesitated for a moment, then said with deliberation: "Just now, a boy under my command was ignorant and his hands and feet were not good enough. He released it and comforted him. It's not that I'm thinking too much, it's just that you see..."

"Oh, so you're worried about this," Chen Siyuan finally understood, smiled meaningfully, walked over and lowered his voice, "Don't worry, you don't know yet, your majesty is about to have a way How could you be in a bad mood."

"Really, Dianzhu Chen can't make jokes." Steward Fang's eyes widened immediately.

"Can this be fake? I've seen everyone."

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Siyuan heard his lord's voice from the main hall, and he didn't dare to chat with others any more, he straightened his clothes and walked quickly to the main hall.

In the main hall, apart from Bai Heng, only Miao Yu and a few attendants stood inside.

As soon as Chen Siyuan entered the door, he heard Miao Yu's laughter: "Forgive me, Your Majesty, let me ask you a question, have you never practiced dual cultivation with others before?"

puff.Chen Siyuan staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Several attendants were also taken aback, wishing they could lower their heads to their chests and minimize their sense of existence.

Bai Heng's face turned black, and he squinted at the subordinate in front of him who didn't know what to do: "Speak directly, don't beat around the bush."

Miao Yu suppressed a smile: "If you go back to your majesty, your majesty probably doesn't know that no matter whether you form a Taoist couple or a dual cultivator, the difference in cultivation between monks must not exceed two big realms, and your majesty is already a big one. In other words, if you want to form a Taoist partner or dual cultivation with your lord, the other party's cultivation must be at least above Huashen."

Chen Siyuan was taken aback for a moment before he thought of this question.

But Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, transformation of gods, fusion, transcending calamity, and ascension.What is Wei Ziqin's cultivation level now? It seems that he has just reached the peak of foundation establishment.

Chen Siyuan lowered his head, trying not to give his lord a sympathetic look.

Bai Heng: "..."

It was already night in Shuhe Village.

Two people in dark clothes were carefully hiding behind the haystack.

After a long time, the taller one whispered, "Are you sure this is the house? The yard looks a little too small. What good things can there be in it?"

"I can't make a mistake, the man surnamed Liang should live here," the short young man nodded quickly, "Don't worry, I've inquired about it a long time ago, the man in this family died last year, and only The orphan, the widow, and the mother depend on each other, even though the yard is small, the man surnamed Liang manages an entire restaurant in the city, how could he have no money."

"It's good if you don't make a mistake," the tall young man took a deep breath. Seeing that the time was almost up, he stretched out his hand and wrapped the cloth scarf prepared in advance around his face, and then gestured to the people around him, "Go, beat people up later." Don't waste time when you're dizzy, and don't be too greedy, take as much as you can, and you must leave before dawn at the latest."

"I know." The short young man nodded, and imitated the other party's example and wrapped the cloth scarf around him. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly saw a figure walking out of the yard.

It is not accurate to say that the figure is actually a person, the shadow is not in the shape of a person, it is erratic like a puff of smoke, and it floats to the front in a blink of an eye.

"Who!" The short young man was taken aback. Before he could utter the following words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then completely lost consciousness.

The next morning, as soon as Wei Ziqin got up, he received the things that Bai Heng asked Bai Yushu to send overnight, a jade slip engraved with various cultivation experiences, and a letter asking him to practice hard and not slack off.

Wei Ziqin rubbed his sleepy eyes, which were still a little bit sleepy, and stared at him in a daze.

Really, if it wasn't for the wrong handwriting, he would almost think that the letter was sent by his master.

He read the letter from beginning to end again, and confirmed that the words on it were indeed written by Bai Heng. Wei Ziqin scratched his cheek strangely. When did Bai Heng start to care so much about his cultivation.

It's a pity that before he wrote back to ask for clarification, Wei Ziqin was called out by Li Zheng who hurried over just after breakfast.

Along with Lizheng were three young men from the village, all of them were frowning tightly, their clothes were in a mess, and one of them didn't even put on his shoes, obviously they rushed over shortly after waking up in the morning.

"Think about it again, did you really not hear anything last night?" Li Zheng finally couldn't help asking when walking halfway.

Wei Ziqin still didn't understand what happened, so he could only shake his head: "No, I slept very late last night, and I didn't sleep until about three o'clock in the ugly hour. I really didn't hear anything."

"Uncle Lizheng, why don't you wait for me and my brother to go to the city to report to the officials." A young man next to him said.

Li Zheng nodded, and Fu sighed again: "Just do as you say, whether it's a blessing or a disaster, you can't avoid the disaster."

It wasn't until he reached the woods in the east of Shuhe Village that Wei Ziqin finally knew what happened.

One tall and one short, two young men in black were being hung upside down from a tree, covered in blood, apparently silent.