[Future] The counterattack of waste wood

Yang Jing fled back to his room, always feeling that his body smelled of stinky tofu. The smell of stinky tofu was not terrible, but combined with Zhang Qi's retching sound when he vomited blood, the association produced made people sick.

He was pushing open the window to fan the wind with his hands, when he heard a ding dong, the system shouted happily: "The task of rescuing Zhang Qi is completed, you get [-] experience, [-] silver, and you get the Qingfeng sword."

With 10 taels of experience, Yang Jing was directly promoted to the twelfth level. At the same time, he seemed to hear the melodious sound of silver taels coming into the account. For a total of [-] taels of silver, Yang Jing wished he could jump on the roof and beat his chest to express his gratitude. own joy.

Before he had time to add more points, he couldn't wait to take out the system and gave it to Qingfengjian. This sword was three feet long and extremely sharp. There was a faint cold light all over him.

Everyone has a martial arts dream in their hearts. Yang Jing's martial arts dream exploded at this moment, or to make up for not being able to go up to the roof and beat his chest, he tore off the bed sheet with a whoosh, tied it around his neck as a cloak, and Playing in the house, singing while playing: "You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky, let me keep you with my heart, hey, stay..."

"..." The system finally knows how the audience feels every time it sings. This is such a painful realization.

Yang Jing played for a while, the door was knocked, he put away his sword out of breath, and called to come in, Uncle Gao came in with Mr. Song.

Uncle Gao's face was ruddy at this time, with joy in his eyes, and he walked in briskly, but when he met the striped sheet on Yang Jing's body, he froze, swallowed his saliva, and his tone dropped a few degrees, far from what he had just heard. The joy when knocking on the door: "Master Yang, the military seat is awake, I really... thank you."

Yang Jing was having so much fun just now, he was so busy putting away the sword, but forgot to understand the bed sheet, he realized now that he didn't want to tear it off in a hurry to appear flustered, so he could only continue to hold on, nodding calmly.

Uncle Gao turned his head away from his eyes, and looked a little embarrassed when he looked at Mr. Song: "Mr. Song said he wanted to find you for something."

Seeing that Mr. Song's usually calm face was cramped at this time, his eyes could not help staring at the striped sheets, Uncle Gao was very winking, and strode away after explaining, and closed the door for the two of them with a click.

Yang Jing looked over, and Mr. Song finally looked back at him: "Young Master Yang, I would like to ask, where did you find the ingredients for Pimao Pill?"

He replied without thinking, "I can't tell you this."

Although Mr. Song was mentally prepared, he couldn't hide his disappointment after hearing this. He was too old to make such humble requests. Instead, he straightened his back and said, "Then Young Master Yang, may I ask you to please?" Let me give you a pima pill? The price is negotiable."

The system suddenly turned up and interrupted: "Hurry up, the main task, send Pima pill to Master Song."

Pima Pill is not a rare pill to Yang Jing. He believed that Mr. Song would offer a good price, so he was about to agree. When he heard the system suddenly pull out the words of the main task, he was startled, and stopped when the words came to his lips. Stop it, I want to ask first.

In the eyes of Mr. Song, this expression was Yang Jing's hesitation, and he raised his whole heart, his face was still calm and calm, and his eyes were unconsciously staring at the black and white stripes on the bed sheet.

"The main task? Are you right?" In Yang Jing's eyes, Mr. Song is an insignificant person. Why is it suddenly involved in the main task?

"That's right, you have to be careful. Mr. Song is a key point. This is a very important task." The system was rarely serious and returned to its normal male voice. Yang Jing was really not used to it.

He accepted the task, and the system reminded him to send out Pimaoli Dan as soon as possible.The cost price of this Pima pill is only about 1000 taels. Now Yang Jing doesn't care about that little money at all. Just as he was about to agree, his eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a happy smile. He tilted his head and looked at the other party: " Dan I can give it to you."

Mr. Song would not naively think that Yang Jing did good deeds without expecting anything in return. Knowing that he had a proviso, his eyebrows were unconsciously frowned, and instead of opening his mouth, his eyes beckoned him to continue.

"I just want you to exchange some prescriptions with me, any prescription is fine."

Mr. Song waited for another meeting, and seeing that Yang Jing had no more to say, his expression was inexplicably surprised. He always felt like a piece of pie fell from the sky, and when he took a bite, it was still stuffed with pork kidneys. The surprise outweighed the joy.He has self-knowledge that none of the Song family's prescriptions can surpass Pimaolidan, not to mention that those few ingredients are extremely precious. He can predict what kind of sensation Pimaolidan will cause if it enters the market. This is also what Mr. Song can't understand. Why is Yang Jing willing to use a Pima Pill instead of a few random prescriptions from his family?

Yang Jing knew that he had to think about it, but after waiting for a long time, and seeing him standing there staring stupidly, he became a little impatient: "Should I change it or not? It takes a long time to think about it?"

Mr. Song hid his doubts in his heart, suppressed his excitement, and was afraid that Yang Jing would repent, so he nodded heavily, and said loudly, "Change!"

Yang Jing laughed, he really used the striped bed sheet as a cloak, and he kept stroking the edge with one hand, so he went to the mall and bought four materials, put them in the alchemy furnace, and made malaria medicine in minutes Dan.

He took out the Pima pill and handed it over. After taking it, Mr. Song stared at his hands, feeling a little dazed.

Seeing this, Yang Jing subconsciously asked, "Should I find you a plastic bag to put it in?"

Mr. Song came back to his senses suddenly, and looked at Yang Jing with an incredulous expression on his face. He flicked the end of his right hand on Pimaolidan, and Pimaolidan disappeared in no time.

Yang Jing patted his forehead and forgot again.

The system gave a ding dong to indicate that the task was successful and issued a reward. Maybe the task was too simple, only 1000 taels of silver and [-] experience points. I just tasted the sweetness. This reward is nothing in Yang Jing's eyes.

Mr. Song immediately said a few prescriptions. Yang Jing himself must not be able to remember them, so he quickly wrote them down on the terminal. Just as he was recording them, the system spoke again: "Follow-up tasks, ask Mr. Song about his difficulty in finding the medicine."

Yang Jing froze, knowing that the task was endless, he raised his head, stared at Mr. Song's wrinkled face for a while, and then said, "Mr. Song, what do you want Pima Pill for?"

Mr. Song seemed to have never seen Yang Jing being serious before. He stared at him closely and had various thoughts in his heart. Of course he hoped to get along with Yang Jing, so he sighed quietly: "My family has a grandson who was born with poison in his mother's womb. No medicine can clean up the toxins in his body, I have heard that Pimaoli Dan can cure all kinds of poisons, so I want to try it, the child has been weak and sick since he was a child, and has been suffering from poisons for more than ten years."

There was another ding-dong, and the system reminded him that the task was completed. Yang Jing changed his face instantly, straightened up and gave a nonchalant oh, and didn't intend to ask in detail, but the system then said: "Follow-up task, go see Song family grandson."

Yang Jing twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly, so he could only continue to answer the conversation, and said dryly: "I'm also a little curious to hear what you said. Can I go and see your grandson?"

Master Song didn't speak immediately, but frowned and looked at Yang Jing. He could clearly see the other party's change of face just now.Moreover, Yang Jing was still young after all, and he was not good at acting. Although he said he was curious, his eyes were calm. Mr. Song could see that he didn't care at all.

Mr. Song couldn't figure out what kind of medicine was sold in Yang Jing's gourd, but it didn't hinder his decision, so he politely said: "Young Master Yang is a real person, I was the one who was blind before, if Young Master Yang could see my grandson, it would be great .”

Yang Jing nodded and made a gesture to go out: "Then let's go now."

"Now?" Mr. Song was taken aback. He squinted at the setting sun outside the window and shook his head: "Today is too hasty, let me go back and prepare. I will send a car to pick up Young Master Yang tomorrow morning, and said Now, Zhang Junzuo just woke up, you two must have a lot to talk about."

Yang Jing curled his lips, thinking he had something to say to that person, but he didn't refute in the end.

The two agreed on a time, and Mr. Song left.

Yang Jing untied the sheets on his body and threw them crumpled on the bed. He wandered around the room a few times, not knowing what to do, when the door was knocked again.

Uncle Gao walked in with complicated eyes: "Master Yang, the military seat is packed now, I want to see you."

Yang Jing was inexplicably upset, but it happened that he also had something to say to Zhang Qi, so he nodded.

Uncle Gao made a slight gesture of invitation, and wanted to ask Yang Jing to go out from the door, and then enter Zhang Qi's room through the main door, but Yang Jing would not go around in circles, and immediately walked towards the door connecting the two rooms, with a bang Push it away and walk over.

There was a faint scent of bathing in the room. Zhang Qi had already changed his clothes and was leaning on the bed. He thought Yang Jing would walk through the main entrance, and his eyes were staring straight ahead. Unexpectedly, Yang Jing came in directly from the door next to him, but Zhang Qi But there was no big reaction, just turning his head slowly.

Yang Jing turned around and supported the door frame, and met the eyes of Uncle Gao who was following him: "I have something to tell him, let us stay alone for a while."

After speaking, he closed the door.

Looking at his actions, Zhang Qi frowned indistinctly.

Yang Jing carelessly walked to the bedside. He saw that although Zhang Qi was awake, his complexion was very bad. His face was ashen and his skin was dull. He looked like he was just recovering from a serious illness, but his whole body was different from when he was in a coma. His eyes swept over him faintly. , seemed to carry invisible pressure, a pair of cold eyes seemed to be able to see through others.

"I have something to tell you."

Zhang Qi nodded, pursed his lips into a straight line, and raised his chin.

Seeing him like this, Yang Jing couldn't help closing his eyes, thinking that he was pretending to be a criminal again, and opened his eyes again, unconsciously pretending to be aggressive, coughed and cleared his throat: "You must know too, We got married when you were in a coma, I don’t care what you think, but if you can’t divorce me yet, just repay me for saving you, wait for me for a year, and I will set you free after a year.”