The promise of slow wear for the rest of your life

Murong Zhuo hesitated and said: "If there is a strong servant serving by your side, Brother Si will indeed be less tired. However, it may not be suitable for Cong Yan to follow you."

"Brother Si, why don't you wait a second and find another servant for you who is stronger and more careful than Cong Yan, how about it?"

Anol frowned slightly, and said in doubt: "Cong Yan is pretty good, how could it be inappropriate?"

Murong Zhuo glanced at the bright red mole between his eyebrows, but smiled and said nothing.

A Nuoer saw his hidden meaning, and immediately lowered his face: "Brother Mu, what does this mean? The younger brother has already made it clear that he is not a brother. Brother Mu, does this mean you don't believe the younger brother's words?"

Seeing that he was annoyed, Murong Zhuo quickly shook his head and said, "No, no. Sidi, don't be annoyed."

Anol's face sank like water: "Or, what brother Mu said just now are all lies?"

Murong Zhuo shook his head again and again: "No, no, brother Si misunderstood, listen to brother Wei's explanation."

Anuoer didn't listen to his explanation at all, still pretending to be angry, and said aggressively: "If brother Mu is unwilling to cut off love, younger brother will not force it. Brother Mu can just say it clearly, why are you fooling younger brother like this?"

Murong Zhuo was sweating anxiously, he almost wanted to shout out his injustice: "Brother Si is serious. How dare I not believe you, let alone fool you."

Having said that, even if Murong Zhuo is unwilling to let go of his mouth, he will not be able to do so. If he continues to refuse, he may really lose the trust of his younger brother.

So he had no choice but to say: "Cong Yan's deed of sale, since brother Si wants it, I will give it to you. I was just a little worried about my brother just now. Cong Yan is still young and his heart is not determined. Now it is inevitable to serve by brother Si. I don’t take good care of you. As a brother, I don’t mean to be unwilling, and I won’t fool you.”

Anol's face turned pale, as if he believed it or not: "Brother Mu, is there really anything you don't want?"

"Seriously." Murong Zhuo said holding his hand, affectionately said: "Brother, what I just said is the truth, not lies. Brother Wanwang believes that I am a brother!"

Anol didn't break free from the hand that was held by him immediately, but just looked into his eyes blankly, as if he was shocked by the friendship in his eyes, and seemed to be frightened by his sudden intimacy.

Murong Zhuo took this opportunity to express his heart.

He only heard his deep voice, and said with deep affection like the sea: "You know, Brother Si, I like you as a brother."

Arnold's pupils trembled slightly, as if he was extremely surprised.

After returning to his senses in a blink of an eye, Anol hurriedly broke away from his hand, stood up in a panic, and said incoherently: "Brother Mu is probably still drunk. It's getting late, brother Mu, let's go to bed early, and I will leave."

Before all the words were finished, Anol walked towards the door in a panic.

Murong Zhuo hurriedly got up and chased after him, and said: "Brother Si, don't panic, you are being rude because of your brother. This is your room, if you want to leave, you should go for your brother."

Upon hearing this, Arnold, who had already opened the door, froze in place, neither leaving nor staying.

Murong Zhuo went to stand beside him, and said in a deep and affectionate voice: "Brother Si, what my brother said is true, it is definitely not a slip of the tongue after drinking, Wan Wang Si brother believes that he is a brother."

Anol stepped aside to get out of the way, and said in a low voice, "I believe you are. Go back to your room and rest."

When he said this, Anol kept his head down, as if he didn't dare to look at Murong Zhuo, but he didn't know that his red ears had already exposed his feelings.

Murong Zhuo couldn't help feeling happy when he saw this.

In order not to go too far, Murong Zhuo didn't dare to press too hard, so he just followed his will and said: "Okay, okay. Brother, go back to the room now, and wait for Sidi's good news."

After saying that, Murong Zhuo leaned forward to bully him, hugged him, and then left.

Thanks to this, this hug is short enough, it's just a touch away.

Otherwise, Anol is really not sure if he can't control his hands that are about to move and beat him up.

After closing the door, Anol couldn't help but raised his hands and rubbed his hands, his face was a little stiff because of too much acting.

That night, Arnold only slept for about two hours, and the rest of the hours were used by him to study the inner strength cultivated by the original owner, Sino.

Early the next morning.

Murong Zhuo took the initiative to offer him Cong Yan's contract of prostitution.

Cong Yan was very happy when he found out about this early in the morning, and he did whatever Arnold asked him to do, and he did it happily.

According to Murong Zhuo's opinion, he wanted to give the contract of sale to Anol.

It's a pity that Arnold doesn't want to accept it in vain no matter what, and must give him a tattoo of a hundred taels of silver to buy it.

Murong Zhuo refused repeatedly, but in the end he had to accept ten taels of silver from him, and resold it to him at the original price.

Only then did Arnold smile and accept the contract of sale.

Seeing that he finally smiled, Murong Zhuo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, but also couldn't help wondering where he got so much money.

Up to now, the two have known each other for more than a year.

Murong Zhuo has already seen his income and expenditure status in his eyes, and he can't understand how much money he can spend.

Therefore, seeing that he was able to produce a hundred taels of silver today, Murong Zhuo couldn't help being suspicious.

Seeing the change in his complexion, Anol couldn't help but secretly said: Fortunately, he was prepared.

Then he said calmly and calmly: "Brother Mu, I'm afraid I won't be able to continue playing with you in the near future. I will go out of the city and go to the mountains later to pick some older ginseng for later use. I will go back to my hometown along the way." Pay homage to the deceased. Brother Mu, if you have something important to do, you can go ahead."

Murong Zhuo turned pale with shock: "Don't you still have a spare of the old wild ginseng? Could it be that you sold it?"

Arnold told the truth: "Yes."

Murong Zhuo grieved and said: "If it's just to get Cong Yan's contract of selling himself, and to send you off for my brother, why did Si brother do this!?"

A Nuoer shook his head and said: "It's not just for Cong Yan. The younger brother also needs to use those silver taels as a gift to return home to pay respects to the deceased. Brother Mu, there is no need to make such a fuss."

Murong Zhuo disapproved all over his eyes and said: "Brother Si is short of money for dual purposes, even if you agree with Brother Wei, Brother Wei can still care about you."

A Nuoer looked ashamed and said: "Since you and I have known each other, brother Mu has helped me too much. My brother is grateful, and I don't dare to make further progress."

Murong Zhuo took two steps closer, and said: "Si brother already knows my brother's intentions, so don't say such unreasonable words again. I will be sad for my brother."

A Nuoer took a few steps back, lowered his head and said insincerely: "Brother Mu loves you so much, I'm ashamed to be my little brother."

Murong Zhuo's face paled: "Sidi...!"

Anol bent down and cupped his fists to salute him, and said apologetically, "Brother Mu, there is no need to say any more. My younger brother always respects you as an elder brother, and dare not surpass him. I hope brother Mu will be tolerant."

Murong Zhuo's heart ached sharply, and his face was full of disbelief: "Sidi...!"

Anol didn't allow him to say more, so he clasped his fists again and bowed to him, saying: "Brother Mu, I still have important matters to attend to, so I'll take the first step. The green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. There will be a period later."

After saying that, Arnold took the medicine box and luggage, turned around and left the room quickly.

"Sidi...!" Murong Zhuo chased after a few steps, but in consideration of face, he stopped chasing and stalking him.

At the entrance of the inn, Anor got into the donkey cart led by Cong Yan, and left the place without looking back.

In the room, Murong Zhuo stood by the window, looking at the person who was drifting away, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, his eyes were full of coldness, there was no trace of hurt,

-

In the next few days, Arnold was busy on his way every day, referring to the memory of the original owner by the way, and getting familiar with the knowledge system, human history, geographical customs, etc. of this place.

Even after staying in an inn or staying at a farmhouse at night, he was not idle, not only to read medical books, but also to refer to the memories of the original owner, Sino, to learn more about the medical theory of this place.

I have to write down the medical skills I have seen, so that I can familiarize myself with the writing style of this place, and even practice imitating the original owner Yu Nuo's handwriting.

In addition, he would find time to practice. The original owner, Si Nuo, cultivated only superficial, half-level internal strength at most.

In addition, he had to squeeze out more time to practice the art of pulse detection and acupuncture that the original master Sinoo remembered.

However, although he has the rich memory left by the original owner as a reference, he has never studied in depth how to use medicinal herbs and acupuncture to heal the sick and the sick, but he is still unable to learn as well as the original owner in a short period of time. He is generally skilled in the art of detecting pulses to diagnose diseases and the method of acupuncture and moxibustion to heal people.

In addition, although Arnold knows medicine, he doesn't know much about medicine.

What's more, the medicine he knows is very different from the medicine here.

If it is just to let him treat some trauma with simple medication, bruises, swelling, pain and bleeding, it will be fine.

He knows the refining methods of many kinds of hemostatic and swelling medicines. He only needs to find out the medicinal properties of various medicinal materials here, and he can make a good trauma medicine in minutes, which will not reveal his secrets at least.

Even minor ailments like colds, headaches and brain fever can be managed by a doctor, and no matter how you say it, the patient's condition will not be aggravated by using the wrong medicine.

But if he was asked to use the medical principles and medicinal materials here, as well as pulse detection techniques to treat patients with more serious internal injuries or serious illnesses, then he would be blinded.

This is obviously not acceptable.

Don't say that you can't hide it from people who are familiar with the original owner, even strangers will suspect him as a charlatan after seeing his strange pulse-diagnosing movements.

In order not to spoil the reputation that the original owner had accumulated so hard, and also to learn as soon as possible those methods of healing and saving lives that he is not familiar with.

Arnold can only spend a huge amount of space-time coins to enable the multi-functional virtual space of the super-level system again.

Then, Yeye entered it in the form of a spiritual body, and with the virtual person generated by the system based on the memory materials of the original owner Sino, in-depth study of medical knowledge and acupuncture techniques, and by the way, strengthened the writing method of the local characters.

The flow of time in the multifunctional virtual space is still adjusted to a hundred times faster.

In one night, [-] space-time coins passed away like running water. After more than half a month, even though the balance of space-time coins accumulated by Arnold is not small now, he will inevitably feel pain.