After becoming a disciple of the Pope

The store manager screamed, and the corners of Ye Shaoqing's eyes twitched.

Looking at this priceless red photo with two pairs of eyes, I saw that the double-stalked flowers were slightly buckled inward, and then slowly bloomed again. The layered floral dress was like cinnabar dyed, red and dripping, and the withered petals It is also reborn, full and bright, full of vitality.

Under Ye Shaoqing's gaze, countless green leaves swayed slightly towards him, expressing the joy of rebirth.

Lao Tao circled around it twice excitedly, his old face flushed slightly: "It actually succeeded! Where did you come from, kid? You were so weak just now!"

Lao Tao stopped, and squeezed his whole face in front of Ye Shaoqing, almost touching his nose, and exhaled, "Aren't you a genius cultivated by a big family in the imperial capital? Are you really a genius who has formally studied healing?" Two days?"

Ye Shaoqing said helplessly: "Really."

Old Tao firmly said: "I don't believe it!"

Ye Shaoqing: "..."

"Of course, since you don't want to say it, old man, I'm not an ignorant person." Old Tao didn't know how many words he had filled out, "You cured the red photo, I will notify the employer later Take it, and the reward will be yours."

Ye Shaoqing smiled and said: "That won't work. If there is no guidance from the store manager, I'm afraid I will have trouble even getting started. I will only take the part that is urgently needed, and the rest will be used as tuition fees."

Lao Tao patted him on the shoulder with a smile, and said comfortingly: "I hope you will be successful in the future, just don't forget about me, a bad old man."

After completing such a big deal, the old and the young were somewhat excited, and the topic returned to the teaching of healing techniques. Lao Tao no longer regarded Ye Shaoqing as a young apprentice who didn't understand anything, but as an excellent student with outstanding qualifications. The younger generation, teach each other with all their pockets.

About half an hour later, there was the sound of an animal cart parked outside the door.

Soon, a short and stooped old man walked in through the door, with a ball of white fur dangling in his arms, Ye Shaoqing looked familiar.

The old man was so eager that even the servants couldn't wait. As soon as he came in, he rushed straight to the flower pot where Chi Zhao was planted. He carefully looked at the gorgeous blooming flowers for a long time, and stroked them again and again. Then he completely relaxed and called out to the old Tao excitedly. thank.

"Shop Manager Tao, it's really thanks to you this time! I knew it would be no problem to send it to you! My two sons are going to the army. If they go to the battlefield in the future, maybe a red photo You can save your life!"

The old man dragged Lao Tao and chattered for a long time, grateful and rewarded, but Ye Shaoqing was left aside and completely ignored.

With great difficulty, Lao Tao calmed down the emotional old customer, and said awkwardly: "Mr. Zhou, in fact, this red photo is already terminally ill, and there is no cure for it except cutting a branch..."

Mr. Zhou was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled again: "Of course there is no cure for others, but once you make a move, won't you be able to rejuvenate?"

Lao Tao said with embarrassment: "Mr. Zhou misunderstood, I mean that the old man did not cure the red photo."

Elder Zhou was taken aback again: "It's not you? Who else could it be?"

Old man Tao pointed to Ye Shaoqing and said with a smile, "This is Ye Shaoqing, it's mine...well, a junior with extraordinary talent."

Only then did Elder Zhou look straight at him, squinting his eyes for a moment, and saw that the other party was young, although he was quite temperamental, but he was far from the mature and prudent priests and bishops of the Holy See, even they were unable to do things like this Young lad, what can you do?

He then shook his head and said, "Shop Manager Tao, stop joking. If this little brother is ten years older, maybe I will still trust you."

"Hey, this skill is inferior to human beings, how could I have the nerve to coax you? I saw the process of his healing of Chi Zhao with my own eyes. If you still don't believe it, you might as well ask the flower itself, who is its benefactor ?”

The old man Tao’s tone was firm, and he did not seem to be fake. Mr. Zhou looked at the Bingdi flowers dubiously. But he couldn't help but not believe it.

Mr. Zhou was stunned for a while before recovering from his astonishment. Ye Shaoqing's age reminded him of many things.He put away the contempt in his eyes, and said solemnly: "I never thought I'd live at such a young age, and sometimes I would miss it. Mr. Ye is so young, but he has a lot of talent, and his future is bound to be limitless."

"Mr. Zhou is too famous." Ye Shaoqing smiled, and he could see that the other party still had doubts, but he didn't care, he only cared about the star coins he was about to get.

This old Mr. Zhou is a well-known rich man in the city, so the salary is naturally generous. Apart from the rent and tuition fees, there is still a lot left.Ye Shaoqing suddenly felt happy when he thought that he could taste Wen Qingze's stewed fish head soup without eating steamed buns with vegetables.

"Shop Manager Tao, there is another matter to trouble you." Mr. Zhou lowered his eyes and touched the snow-white fur in his arms, showing a worried expression.

The white-haired dumpling moved, and a white fox's head protruded from his arms, its furry ears were pulled back flat, as if it was not happy that Qingmeng was disturbed.

Old Tao looked at the little fox cub, frowned, and said, "The other day you brought it here, I've already sorted out its sea of ​​consciousness, and poured a lot of mental power into it, logically speaking, it shouldn't be useless."

Mr. Zhou sighed, and said: "At that time, I saw that it was able to walk and eat, and I thought it was all right, but after a while, it became extremely weak again, so I had to come back to trouble you."

Lao Tao asked the other party to put the little fox on the table, pointed at its forehead, and tried to establish contact with it again with mental power. It took all the strength of his body to cut off the supply of mental power. He threw his head back and almost fell to the ground.

"Shop Manager, are you okay?" Ye Shaoqing frowned, and helped him up, only to find that the other's limbs were limp, and his expression was extremely listless, as if his energy and spirit had been drained.

Mr. Zhou was also taken aback when he saw this: "Master Tao? You are..."

Lao Tao squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying: "This little fox cub's sea of ​​consciousness is almost exhausted, I'm afraid it won't work, and I can't do anything about it."

"Alas..." Mr. Zhou was already prepared in his heart, but he always held on to a glimmer of hope. Hearing the confirmation from the other party, he couldn't help being disappointed.

With Ye Shaoqing's support, Lao Tao sat on the chair, wiped the sweat from his brow, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, I have never seen you raising such a strange beast before, but is there any reason?"

Elder Zhou nodded slowly: "Actually, I didn't raise it, but I picked it up on the way back from the imperial capital. To be precise, this little white fox saved my life."

There was a heavy rain that day, and Mr. Zhou's animal cart got stuck in the mud. The screams attracted strange beasts in the forest looking for food. Crossed the security cordon and showed up there.

Mr. Zhou's servants were killed several times, and he was also injured. Just when he was desperate, a snow-white little fox jumped out, opened its mouth and bit the blood wolf beast's neck, its fluffy white fur Washed by the rain and clinging to the body, it looked pitiful and dirty, but such a thin and weak cub actually killed the huge blood wolf beast!

Then he fell weakly into the water.Three generations of Mr. Zhou's grandparents are loyal believers of the Holy See. They survived this catastrophe. They thought it was because of their pious faith, so God sent a white fox to save his life. He took the little fox back home like a divine beast, and searched everywhere for a cure.

After listening to his narration, the three fell into silence.Ye Shaoqing looked at the white fox on the table, but found that its dark golden eyes were staring at him all the time. After the four eyes met, the little fox cub struggled to get up, trying to get closer to Ye Shaoqing.

This movement alarmed the two elders. Mr. Zhou reached out to hug the white fox back, but was stopped by Mr. Tao: "Wait, let's see what it wants to do."

Mr. Zhou suddenly remembered that if Chi Zhao was really rescued by this person, maybe he could also cure the white fox?A glimmer of hope suddenly sprang up in my heart after despair.

The fox cub moved its paws and climbed to the edge of the table with difficulty, lowered its head to estimate the height, and then looked at the distance from Ye Shaoqing. Without thinking for too long, it took a leap of faith towards Ye Shaoqing.

—and then fell down like a weight.

Old Tao: "..."

Mr. Zhou hadn't had time to exclaim, but Ye Shaoqing just raised one leg as fast as he could, and a ball of furry thing just landed on the back of his foot with a crackling sound, so the fall was not too ugly.

As soon as he raised his head, his dark golden eyes looked at him with watery eyes, and he used all four claws to climb up his calf. Ye Shaoqing picked it up, touched two handfuls to enjoy himself, and asked slowly: "What does this little thing want to do?" What--"

The ending of the last word was still in the throat, and suddenly there was a damp heat from the fingers, unexpectedly being bitten by this little fox, sucking his fingers like sucking on a pacifier!

Ye Shaoqing: "..."

Lao Tao's orange-peel-like old face twitched violently, and said, "So this guy just wants to drink milk?"

Mr. Zhou couldn't laugh or cry: "The problem is, this Mr. Ye doesn't have one either."

The little guy sucked with satisfaction, his fox eyes narrowed slowly, but Ye Shaoqing knew that it was not drinking milk, but felt the residual breath of holy light.

Days of weakness, I'm afraid it's from starvation.

Ye Shaoqing looked at it thoughtfully, there was more than one strange beast in the room, if everyone could smell the holy light on him...

That picture is so beautiful.

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