Apprentice, he just doesn't take medicine

With He Wuqi as an outsider, although it is rare for Gu Yusheng to have sex with Shi Ying, it is not good to get too close.The three of them meditated quietly all night. On the second day, Gu Yusheng called Xiao Er to prepare hot water for the master to take a bath, while he sat in the hall with He Wuqi by his arm.Seeing that they were distinguished guests, the shopkeeper brought breakfast immediately.

The food in Wanyang County is not comparable to that of Fengcheng. Breakfast is just porridge and pickles. He Wuqi, a family member who does not eat unless he is a chef, naturally looks down on him.He only glanced at it and then spontaneously chose Bigu. Gu Yusheng didn't want to disappoint the shopkeeper, so he nodded to the shopkeeper and drank two bowls of porridge seriously.

The monks don't need whole grains to supplement their physical strength at all, and they are only interested in eating and drinking for pleasure. Naturally, they are only interested in food and wine. This is the first time that He Wuqi has seen a monk who wronged himself to taste these ordinary foods.He looked at Gu Yusheng curiously, and took advantage of Shiying's absence to try to formulate a formula: "Brother, I think you already have a golden core cultivation level at a young age, and you presumably are a genius among sword cultivators. Why did you come to such a place?" ?”

Although Gu Yusheng had never seen He Wuqi before, for some reason he had a familiar feeling about this person. He thought it should be from himself in the dream.But at present, there is neither a dream warning like when he met Li Changming, nor does he seem to remember Shen Fengyuan, and he can't tell the relationship between this person and himself, so now he just said coldly: "The suspect has no right to know. "

The son of a dignified family was caught by the sword cultivator for no reason. If he was someone else, he would have been angry. He Wuqi thought that he was very well-bred, and he was polite to these two sword cultivators along the way, but he only received cold looks every time.Judging by the behavior of these two people, it doesn't look like they are targeting him, and I don't know what they want to do?

He Wuqi was still at a loss as to the purpose of the sword cultivator, so he could only argue with an innocent look: "I am the most honest person in the north, and I have never done anything bad, so don't talk nonsense."

"If you won't tell the truth, shut up."

Although Gu Yusheng hadn't remembered what kind of person He Wuqi was, he gave him a contemptuous sideways glance when he heard this. This person who has been blindly fooling them since he was arrested is ashamed to call himself an honest person, really slippery The great joke of the world.

Jianxiu's reckless temper is well known throughout the world, and Gu Yusheng's answer that doesn't give people half face is not surprising to He Wuqi.It is expected that with the style of the Dongling Sword Pavilion, as long as he does not find out his strange illness, he will not murder the son of the aristocratic family.Now that his life is safe, he said lazily: "The last time I killed a living thing was three years ago when I went to the kitchen to kill chickens. Those who clean up will clean up themselves. You can check whatever you want."

While they were talking, Shi Ying also went downstairs. Soaking in hot water is not a good experience for medicinal herbs. Shi Ying still can't understand why people have to boil themselves to clean the skin. Are they not afraid of heat?

However, this was the apprentice's expectation, so he could only hesitantly burn himself once, so that when he came to the lobby, his eyes were still a bit hazy.

The steam of the hot water seemed to neutralize Shiying's usual indifference. He sat beside his apprentice in a daze, and found that Gu Yusheng, who was practicing water-based exercises, was cooler. It was rare for him to take the initiative to get closer to him in order to dissipate heat quickly. .

Gu Yusheng was naturally delighted to see such a master. Even the porridge in his hand seemed a little sweet. He thought to himself that his previous method was wrong. The medical books were right. Before eating any fairy grass, it should be heated in water first.

He finally caught Shi Ying's weakness. Although he secretly thought about how to cook his master every day, his expression was as serious as ever, and he only smiled and offered a cup of hot tea: "Master, please use tea." .”

The apprentice offered tea to say hello, so Shi Ying naturally wouldn't touch his face. After the tea was exhausted, she felt that she was a little more familiar, so she simply sat next to Gu Yusheng and didn't change seats.

There were clearly four benches at the square table, and the two sword repairmen had to squeeze together. He Wuqi didn't expect that they would hug each other not only at night, but also sticky for a while in the early morning.As a young monk without a Taoist companion, he really didn't see such scenes, so he forgot to be picky for a while, and quickly buried himself in the pickles, pretending that he didn't know them.Unexpectedly, after he tasted it, he suddenly discovered that although this ugly dish was not as exquisite as the dishes at home, it was not as unpalatable as he had imagined.

Shi Ying didn't realize that she had done any abrupt behavior. He even hugged Gu Yusheng when he was a child, and after accepting apprentices, he often let his apprentices hug their waists and guard their swords. What's the point of sitting together?After all, this is not the head of Gu who respects him as a guest, but the apprentice he has raised for almost five years. If he grows up and doesn't get close to him, then it should be uncomfortable.

Now, he also calmly gave his apprentice the best-colored pickles, ignoring He Wuqi's protesting sight of "you don't even give pickles to prisoners, are you still human?", and only looked at Liu Er who came to add tea Question: "Xiao Er, did any monks come to Wanyang Town before?"

Laifu Inn is the closest to Yinhan Mountain, and most of the people who go down the mountain will pass by here. Sure enough, Liu Er still remembered the strange faces of the previous days, and immediately said: "About a dozen monks in Tsing Yi came here a while ago, just like you. Similarly, they also went door to door and asked many things."

It seems that the pavilion indeed sent sword repairers to investigate, Shi Ying's eyes darkened, and asked again: "Have you asked every family?"

It was rare for Liu Er to talk to the monk, so he quickly replied positively: "Of course, even I was called to ask questions. This is the first time I have seen a monk from other places. He is young and good-looking, much better than the old fairy of the Fang family. .”

Sword cultivators are not an obedient group, if more than a dozen sword cultivators are to hide the truth, Shi Ying believes that the spy will be tied up by the sword cultivators and sent to the head as soon as he gives the order.In this way, there should be no problems during the investigation, but the information given to them at that time did not have any information on the night customs of Wanyang Town. They only briefly mentioned the Bone Sect, emphasizing that nothing was found in Yinhan Mountain.

It stands to reason that Neng Zhuyan's sword cultivators in his youth were all Gold Core or above, and they had more or less experience in handling cases alone, so they would not ignore such obvious doubts.Unless, they wrote the report truthfully, but they made changes when they communicated internally at Dongling Jiange?

If this is the case, the news that the internal spies have to hide at the risk of exposure must be extremely important.

Sure enough, there was a problem with Yinhan Mountain. Shi Ying glanced at He Wuqi, and didn't say anything about his guess. He just continued to ask Liu Er in a chatty tone: "Who are the Jindan monks here?"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Er was stunned, and asked blankly: "What is Jindan?"

Commoners in the north often deal with monks, but it is different in the south. Monks who insist on retiring from the world have never walked in the world. If they have never practiced themselves, ordinary people do not know the difference between monks. In their eyes, there are only two kinds: those who can fly and those who cannot. Cultivators, those who can shine are regarded as gods.

Everyone in the north had to be tested for their aptitude upon birth, and every family hoped that their child would be accepted by monks as apprentices, so they naturally knew all about the monks' information.He Wuqi had never seen such an ignorant person before, so he couldn't help but raised his head and said, "It's the 'old fairy' you mentioned just now that can live for hundreds of years."

His fairy's tone was obviously mocking, but Liu Er didn't catch it, and only continued to happily share his knowledge with the guests:

"The ancestor of the Fang family is the strongest among the immortals. I heard that he is still alive, and he is still an elder of the sect. But he never came back, and no one has seen him.

Now the most powerful old god in our Wanyang Town is the Patriarch Jishi of the Fang family. Don't look at him as an old man, he can even hold thunder and lightning in his hands! "

This old ancestor obviously refers to Tian Fangzi. Although Shi Ying knew that he was three hundred years old, she was silent when she heard her peers being called so.

He Wuqi didn't know the relationship between Tianfangzi and Wanyang Town, but at this moment he was astounded by the name of the monk of the Fang family - Patriarch Jishi, a Jindan monk in a remote town, really dared to name it.

In the Tianyu family, if you can't form alchemy at the age of 40, you have mediocre aptitude and no future. He Wuqi's guards are all golden core cultivation bases. I didn't expect that an old monk with no future could be called a god here.Although he felt speechless, he still couldn't hold back his temper, and said, "That's because you have little experience, and a low-level spell like thunder in your palm, who can't use a monk who has a golden core?"

Liu Er has been running halls in the inn since he was a child. He has never seen any tricky guests, and he didn't care about his tone. He just asked curiously, "Will you do it too?"

After all, He Wuqi was young and energetic, so he pretended to be modest when he heard the words: "He is not talented, and all the five elements are involved in magic, and the spell of thunder in the palm will not be used after ten years old."

Shi Ying only knew that He Wuqi was a rare genius in the north, and it only took three years from foundation establishment to alchemy formation, but he didn't expect him to form alchemy so early.A ten-year-old Golden Core cultivator with all five elements?Such talent is simply terrifying.

When Shi Ying and Gu Yusheng exchanged glances over this, Liu Er didn't know what this meant, so he just had a face full of disbelief: "Then you try to throw a thunderbolt?"

The lord of the north is in control of the situation, and thousands of birds come to court. Even if he is not yet grown up, it is not a problem to use the technique of thunder and lightning.However, he confidently pinched the formula before remembering that he had been conferred cultivation by Shi Ying, his eyes rolled suddenly, and although his tone was still indignant, he secretly urged: "You tell them to let me go first, and I will let you go." Let you see what is the ability to turn clouds and rain."

It's a pity that the young master, who is used to dealing with monks, doesn't know the thinking of mortals at all, and Liu Er doesn't play tricks at all. He just looked at him with the eyes of a quack warlock, and said with disdain on his face: "I don't believe it. tied up with a dead tree or vine?”

The vines grown by Shiying are of course not ordinary things, but they just don’t know what to buy. In his eyes, these are ordinary tree vines that can be cut with a kitchen knife. Those who can be tied must have no strength.

He Wuqi was also depressed at this moment. It was fine to be despised by Gu Yusheng. After all, Jianxiu looked like a ghost to everyone, but a shop waiter also despised him. Isn't his status too low?Does he, the third son of the Tianyu family, want no face?

The shopkeeper of the inn is the best at observing words and expressions. He was observing silently at the counter. Hearing this, he was afraid that Liu Er would offend these monks, so he immediately greeted them loudly: "Liu Er, what are you chatting about? Don't come to work!"

Although Liu Er was very lively, he respected the shopkeeper very much, and quickly ran back with the teapot in his hand, secretly sharing what he had seen today, "Shopkeeper, let me tell you, this little brother can sing better than the storyteller in the city! "

Although he lowered his voice, how could he hide it from the monks? Gu Yusheng just smiled when he heard the words, and He Wuqi was even more helpless when he saw it. I can only protest to Shi Ying, the oldest: "Are you mortals in the south so cunning?"

Shi Ying had been watching the play leisurely, but when she heard the words, she told the truth: "It's the northern civilians who have been tamed by you to make them look like human beings."

When he said this, He Wuqi also realized that he had actually chatted normally with a mortal, so he was a little surprised belatedly.It's not that he hasn't met mortals in the north, but those people either knelt respectfully and didn't dare to lift their heads, or were guarded from a distance and didn't dare to look at him.In the past, everyone was like this. Cultivators shouldn't talk to mortals without status, and he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Thinking about it now, it would be boring if this cunning shop waiter also became like that.Rather than being frightened, he hoped that after breaking the seal, he would use his skill of controlling lightning to make the troublemaker speechless. Such a scene must be very interesting.

He Wuqi didn't have any feelings for ordinary people in the north, but at this moment he rarely agreed: "They are obedient and boring."

The master said that mortals are greedy, and if they don't ask for anything in return, they will take the monk's protection for granted, and even think they can manipulate the monk to do things.The purpose of paying the offerings is to let mortals always remember that if there were no northern monks, just the invasion of evil cultivators and monster races would be enough to make them bleed like rivers.Cultivators have no obligation to protect mortals. If they want to rely on others, they must always be grateful to the strong who are willing to protect them.

He Wuqi had never questioned this before, but now he suddenly had a little doubt, why did the mortals protected by the Northern Alliance look at him less kindly than these unrelated southerners?

Among these, is there something wrong?

The author has something to say: He Wuqi: I don't want to be a ruthless overlord anymore, I want to act aggressive!

A coach: what the hell?What unclean things did you pick up and eat in the south?

He Wuqi: Pickles.

A coach:? ? ?

Gu Yusheng: Actually, I prefer to add sugar to my porridge.

Shi Ying: Boss, bring me a catty of sugar.