Peerless Junior Uncle

Besides, dried shiitake mushrooms have been boiled for so long, and they have no taste at all. This kid knows it without even taking a sip?

"Smell it." Mu Lan said lightly.

Huo Qiangu gasped, and silently took the bowl back to the kitchen to cook again, but a thought came to his mind, he wanted to take this baby as his apprentice!The two brothers of the Mu family are really rare inheritors of medicine. The elder brother Mu Ze was born with medicine, and the younger brother Mu Lan's sense of smell is a hundred times better than that of ordinary people.

Therefore, all Huo Qiangu's thoughts were spent on getting Mu Lan to worship him as his teacher.

Little Fu Qingcheng began to realize that his uncle didn't sleep in late, and accompanied Mu Lan to get up early every day, whether he was in a daze or doing other things, as long as Mu Lan wanted to do it, he would accompany him without saying a word...

The uncle who never bothered to quarrel with the master started to bargain because of Mu Lan and Yin Qianji...

Because of Mu Lan's picky eating habits, I specially went to Jiuzhi Chef to learn how to cook for half a month with the cheek of the God of Cookery, and specially taught Mu Lan...

His behavior has even reached the point of dog legs...

Finally, one day a month later, Huo Qiangu was a little depressed because he was thinking about Mu Lan's refusal to ask for a teacher. Huo Qiangu's first thought was Mu Lan, that picky eater with an unusually sensitive sense of smell. He didn't care about the wound, so he threw the vegetables into the water first, then fished them out after thinking about them and threw them away.

"I've never seen such a stupid master." Suddenly, a cold and childish voice came from one side. Huo Qiangu looked down and saw Mu Lan's expressionless face. A pair of beautiful eyes were watching with disgust. look at yourself.

Huo Qiangu smiled apologetically: "It's okay, I'll do it again, you can play..." As he spoke, he saw Mu Lan turn around and leave. After a while, the little boy took a bottle of the bottle he had just a few days ago. After the wound medicine that Ri had prepared, he couldn't help but grab Huo Qiangu's hand and apply the ointment to his fingers.

"Uh...Mu Lan, did you call me Master just now?" Huo Qiangu blinked and looked at the little thing that was bandaging himself with medicine, and his brain slowed down a bit.

Mu Lan raised her eyelids and gave him a disgusted look, bowed her head and wrapped it up before leaving, leaving Huo Qiangu with a small back of his head.

Then, after a while, Xiao Fu Qingcheng, who was practicing wooden stakes in the woods, heard his uncle's frenzied laughter from a distance, startling the sparse birds in the woods, slipped his feet, Fell off a stake and fell into the snow...

On the other hand, Mu Lan rolled her eyes towards the sky, and continued to study Huo Qiangu's bottles and cans.

Extra Story --- Mu Gu's "The Origin of Mu Mu"

From then on, Huo Qiangu lived a life with apprentices that would wake him up with a smile in his dreams.

Although before Mu Ze, he wanted to recruit disciples wholeheartedly, but it was such a simple trial. After playing missing for half a year, Huo Qiangu always felt that Mu Ze was dead, but Yin Qianji always shook his head to see Looking at the stars in the sky, he shook his head mysteriously and said: "No, no, this son is destined to be fierce, the sky has not yet set, and we will see you again in the future."

At that time, I regretted losing such a once-in-a-lifetime seedling, but now, there is a more suitable candidate, a cute baby who is about the same age as Fu Qingcheng, although this cute baby has a straight face all day long, and he will not be like Fu Qingcheng Occasionally, I will hug his thigh and have fun......

Mu Lan is very talented, especially after Yin Qianji told him to study medicine well, and after traveling all over the country, he could always find Mu Ze, and even at a speed that made Huo Qiangu dumbfounded, he was able to tell the difference in just one month. Thousands of medicinal materials, what others need to taste to know, he can smell what it is through the medicine box.

Fu Qingcheng often hugged the plum blossom pile in the forest and watched curiously that the little junior brother who didn't talk much was digging herbs in the forest. , without the slightest hesitation, even more powerful than the Shennong in the legend that Master told, don't try it...

However, there is an apprentice, and the talent of the apprentice is extremely high, but Huo Qiangu slowly began to get frustrated from the excitement at the beginning.

Mu Lan's little facial paralysis is not what he imagined the little apprentice to be...  

He thought that there was finally a little apprentice who could sleep with his arms around him, so he happily made the bed and warmed the quilt intimately, but when Mu Lan went back to the room, he climbed directly onto the soft couch on the side, which was where Huo Qiangu took a nap during the day .

I thought that by moving this damn soft couch outside, this little kid could sleep with me obediently, but in the end, under the eyes of Mu Lan, who would rather sit and sleep than sleep on a bed, she had no choice but to build a small bed next to her. .

I thought that I deliberately knocked over the water basin in the pharmacy, flooded a batch of herbs, and secretly hid all the books that Mu Lan could read, and pretended to regret: "Oh, I can't dispense medicine these two days, or Mu Lan Go and play with Qingcheng, Qingcheng, you have to take care of your junior brother, then, Mu Lan, if Qingcheng bullies you, tell me, I will seek revenge from his master?" And as he said that, his mind had already started to make up for Mu Lan's grievances The scene where the little eyes complained to me......

In the end, Mu Lan just glanced at him indifferently, her little disgusted eyes were not concealed at all: Can you beat the uncle?Then I ignored Fu Qingcheng's little hand reaching out to hold him, and went to the woods to dig new medicinal materials...

I thought that if I disappeared, this little thing should always say a few words about myself, but Huo Qiangu, who believed too much in himself, forgot that he was a road idiot, and went out alone without telling his senior brother. Lost in the forest for more than ten years, Mu Lan was cold when he was giving good medicine to the No. Tong Yingyin is not far away: "Are you bored?"

Huo Qiangu really wanted to nod and say that he was bored, but he still pretended to be calm and said: "Well, Mu Lan, why are you here?" He was crying in his heart, and said quickly: I'm here to find you.

"Your senior brother said that there are a lot of golden thread grass here." Mu Lan said lightly, squatting down and pulling out a grass and throwing it in the basket behind her back. She got up and planned to leave, as if she was really passing by... ...

In the end, Huo Qiangu followed Mu Lan, went back to the small courtyard dejectedly, ate several pills that Mu Lan tried to concoct a few days ago, and chewed them hard as if to vent his anger: dead child, broken child... ..

Yin Qianji's voice came from the courtyard: "Qingcheng, come here."

My heart was suddenly unbalanced. When the master called them back then, they were always "Qianji, Qiuer, Xiaogu..." or something, but now the disciples of the senior brother are also called Qingcheng...but This baby in my family has always belonged to Mu Lan Mu Lan, and she doesn't seem close at all...

Thinking about it this way, I am even more sure that the reason why my master and apprentice are not close is because there is no such thing as close.

Early the next morning, when Huo Qiangu got up, Mu Lan was already walking in the yard.

Wrapped in a thick cloak, Huo Qiangu stepped on the snow that fell two days ago, biting the buns he took from the kitchen and swaying towards Mu Lan. If the shape and bone are suitable, Yin Qianji will teach it on his behalf, starting from Zama step every day.

Just when he was thinking about what nickname he should choose, Fu Qingcheng came over with a basket containing pinched snowballs, and put them one by one on Mu Lan's outstretched arms: "Keep your balance... "

Here Huo Qiangu pinched his chin and hesitated, "Lan Lan?"

"Crack!" The snowball that had just been put on his arm was shaken off by Mu Lan, and he quickly grabbed the one at hand. Looking at the man in white who was a few feet away, he threw it over unbearably, and hit his forehead. Fortunately, he didn't have much strength and spit two snowflakes that got into his mouth, but Fu Qingcheng put the snowball on Mu Lan's arm again heartlessly.

It seems that he doesn't like this, Huo Qiangu wiped his face, struggled again, and said: "Lan'er?"

As soon as the words fell, a snowball flew towards him and hit the bridge of his nose again. Huo Qiangu held his nose and grieved: "You are so handsome, can you do it?"

Mu Lan expressed disregard, but this did not affect Huo Qiangu's determination to give Mu Lan a nickname. He rubbed the snowflakes on his nose, as if he had made a final decision, and said, "Mu Mu?"

Seeing that Mu Lan slipped from the back of his hand and was about to throw a snowball in his palm, Huo Qiangu closed his eyes subconsciously.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't feel anything strange. He carefully opened one eye, only to see Mu Lan's snowball smashed under his feet and shattered into shards... I was overjoyed, huh?There is drama, no slap in the face!

From then on, Huo Qiangu assumed that Mu Lan acquiesced in this title, and Mu Mu was long and Mu Mu short all day long... But Mu Lan still liked to answer and ignored this title.

Of course, Huo Qiangu never knew that the reason the snowball didn't hit him was because Mu Lan felt a big ice cube in it the moment he shot it. It doesn't matter if the snowball hits his face. Thinking about that man's skin being similar to that of Baozi (Fu Qingcheng), if he loses his appearance, the master will not teach him kung fu...so he threw it on the ground as soon as his hands softened.

Many years later, when Huo Qiangu recalled this story, he always pulled Mu Lan's sleeve and sighed: "My Mu Mu has grown up so much, and he was still a little kid who couldn't even throw a snowball..."

And Mu Lan nodded indifferently: "Well, you still