Lonely Immortal

But this was exactly the effect Zhang Zhiwen wanted. Then he could calmly find a non-toxic pill among a lot of pills, and it took him a long time to swallow it.

The young man in green shirt frowned, as if he wanted to get some clues from Zhang Zhiwen's expression, because Zhang Zhiwen picked non-toxic pills three times in a row, and most people were not so lucky.

But Zhang Zhiwen's nervous, scared and uneasy look was simply timid and stupid. In the end, the young man in green shirt had to wave his hand impatiently: "Okay, you passed the test, go outside and wait."

Zhang Zhiwen was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly retreated.

When the other teenagers saw that Zhang Zhiwen actually passed the test and became a disciple of the Medicine Hall, they seemed to see a glimmer of hope, especially in their opinion, Zhang Zhiwen, who looked so timid and stupid, could become a disciple of the Medicine Hall by luck. They Why isn't it possible?

For a time, they all rushed forward to test the medicine.

As for Zhang Zhiwen, he had already arrived in the yard outside, where a big man with a knife was already waiting for him.

Even a few steps away, Zhang Zhiwen could clearly smell the bloody air on the other person's body. He was now certain in his heart that if the boy hadn't taken more than two pills, there would be absolutely no way he could get out of this place.

However, the attitude of this big man holding a knife towards Zhang Zhiwen was completely different at this moment. When he saw Zhang Zhiwen approaching, he clasped his fists slightly and said, "Sir, please follow me."

His attitude was quite polite, not at all as ferocious as when he kidnapped the boy before, and was even a bit humble.

It seems that the status of an alchemy apprentice in the Medicine Hall is not considered low here.

Zhang Zhiwen was thinking about it in his heart, but he didn't show any emotion on the surface. He just nodded at the other person and followed him out of the yard.

Along the way, when the servants in the medicine hall saw Zhang Zhiwen coming out under the escort of a big man with a knife, they were all very respectful and saluted him one after another.

This scene reminded Zhang Zhiwen of the young man who brought him here before. The attitude of these people towards the young man at that time was also the same, and it was also a humble and respectful gesture.

The big man holding a knife led Zhang Zhiwen all the way outside, and soon arrived at the lobby of the medicine hall.

When the shopkeepers and waiters in the lobby saw the big man with a knife respectfully guarding Zhang Zhiwen, they immediately knew Zhang Zhiwen's identity, and they all quickly put down their work and saluted Zhang Zhiwen respectfully.

Zhang Zhiwen remained silent, nodded to them one by one, and then followed the knife-wielding man out of the medicine hall.

Soon, the big man with a knife took him to a house not far from the medicine hall. It had blue bricks and black tiles, a high door and white walls.

After the big man with the knife led him in, there was no one here, so he didn't say much. He led Zhang Zhiwen directly to a house, then clasped his fists and saluted: "Sir, this is where you will live from the back. Turn around and come back." Someone will come to arrange other things for you, please leave first."

After saying this, the big man with a knife took out a token from his waist and handed it to Zhang Zhiwen, then turned and left.

Zhang Zhiwen picked up the token and looked at it. It was a bronze token with the words Wuping Chamber of Commerce printed on the front and the words Medicine Hall printed on the back.

This should be his identity token. He put the token away, opened the door and walked in.

The room was not big, only about 20 square meters, with just a table and a bed. But the room was quite clean and tidy, and it was obviously cleaned regularly.

Although the room was simple, it was the best place Zhang Zhiwen had lived in for so many years. As soon as he sat down at the table, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Along the way, he seemed calm on the surface, but secretly he was extremely vigilant. It was only at this moment that he was sure that he had become a disciple of the Medicine Hall, and was at least safe.

Because if the medicine hall wants to kill him, there is no need to go to all the trouble to bring him here. It's not that he is too cautious, but his experience in the past few years has made him have to be careful in dealing with everything.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwen's tense heartstrings were completely relaxed. Then a deep tiredness came over him, and he lay on the table and fell asleep.

This medicine test consumed too much of his energy and energy. He was already very weak and could hold on until now. This kind of torture of constantly wandering on the edge of life and death, if he didn't have strong enough willpower, he would have been able to survive. It collapsed long ago.

I don’t know how much time passed, but suddenly, a knock on the door woke Zhang Zhiwen.

"Who?"

Zhang Zhiwen asked vigilantly.

"Sir, it's time to eat."

A woman's voice came from outside, and Zhang Zhiwen was relieved for a moment, but he also blamed himself for being too reckless. No matter where he was, he shouldn't have slept like this.

He stood up, came to the door, and opened it.

Outside was a woman in her forties, waiting with food. When she saw Zhang Zhiwen opening the door, she quickly lowered her head and said respectfully: "Sir, this is brought to you by the medicine hall. I'll bring it in for you."

"Oh, no, I can just take it in myself."

Zhang Zhiwen quickly took the food, then thanked the woman and let the woman leave.

He looked at the plate of food in his hand and couldn't help but sigh.

After so many years, he had never had a serious meal, let alone a meal like this, which included a bowl of white rice, a small plate of fried meat, two plates of stir-fried vegetables, and a bowl of vegetable soup.

This kind of food is even better than when his parents were here.

No wonder so many people outside are fighting to get into the Chamber of Commerce. Even a pharmacist apprentice like him has such good treatment. What if he can get a higher position?

However, Zhang Zhiwen quickly put away his thoughts. He has no ambition. He just wants to live well.

Besides, the clerks in the pharmacy can also eat well, so he, a pharmacist apprentice, can't be worse than these people.

However, Zhang Zhiwen doesn't know what the pharmacy is like. For details, he will have to learn more about it in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwen closed the door and took the food back to the house for dinner.

Nothing happened overnight. The next day, Zhang Zhiwen woke up early.

However, Zhang Zhiwen knew very well that he should be the only one who passed the test and became a pharmacist apprentice in the whole drug trial, because until today, there were no new people in the house. Those teenagers were probably dead, because those who could become clerks could become pharmacists with a fight. Maybe they were poisoned and couldn't be rescued in the last fight? This is not impossible. The pharmacy is not a god. Zhang Zhiwen does not think that he can be saved 100% after being poisoned. The young man in green shirt only said that the pharmacy would rescue him, but he did not say that he would definitely be saved.

Twenty-seven teenagers, only he became an apprentice of alchemy, which shows how difficult it is.

At this time, the door was knocked, and it was the woman who brought breakfast yesterday.

Zhang Zhiwen took the breakfast back to the room, looking at the white rice porridge and the fragrant side dishes, he knew that all this was exchanged for his life. Twenty-seven people, only he got this quota, for a while, the food did not seem so fragrant.

But it’s good to be able to survive!

Zhang Zhiwen put away his thoughts and swept away the breakfast.

Not long after, a voice came from outside the door: "Come out."

Zhang Zhiwen heard the words and immediately knew that the young man in green shirt had come, and he quickly opened the door and walked out.

The young man in green shirt threw a set of linen clothes over: "Change it and follow me."

Zhang Zhiwen looked at the linen clothes. Isn't this the same clothes that the young man wore before?

But he didn't think much about it, nodded, went back to the house to change, and then followed the young man in green shirt and left here.

Along the way, the young man in green shirt had a stinky face and didn't say anything. It was obvious that he was in a very bad mood. Zhang Zhiwen didn't dare to say much, so as not to anger him.

About half an hour later, the young man in green shirt led Zhang Zhiwen to a big house.

Zhang Zhiwen looked up and saw a plaque hanging on the red painted gate. The plaque was inscribed with four golden characters of Wuping Chamber of Commerce. The font was subtle, but faintly domineering.

And there were several men in gray standing at the door. These men in gray shirts had swords on their waists, and they were imposing. At a glance, they knew they were good martial artists.

At this moment, the young man in green shirt led Zhang Zhiwen to the door. He very respectfully took out the identity token and handed it to one of the men in gray.

The gray-clothed man took the token in his hand, took a look at it, and then waved his hand, signaling him to take people in.

Zhang Zhiwen also glanced at the token of the young man in green, which was made of silver.

The young man in green put away the token and bowed respectfully again, and then he led Zhang Zhiwen in.

After entering, Zhang Zhiwen saw the huge courtyard corridor, with guards everywhere. These guards were also dressed in gray and wore swords on their waists. When they saw the young man in green coming in, they almost didn't even look at him. Instead, the young man in green was respectful to these people and didn't dare to offend them.

This house is very big. The young man in green led Zhang Zhiwen around and finally came to a hall. There were already some people waiting here, about thirteen or fourteen years old. There were not many people, only about ten, but they were obviously divided into two groups.

There were quite a few people in one group, about seven or eight. These young men were dressed in fine clothes, but they were all cloth clothes. They were obviously children of gentry families outside the city. This group of people was obviously a little timid. At this moment, they were standing in the square, and they were all a little timid. They looked around from time to time, and they were not as calm as the previous young men.

Another group was four young men. These four people were dressed in luxurious clothes. Obviously, they were not children of ordinary families. They were probably children of wealthy families in the city.

These four people were not so timid. Instead, they looked around with interest, and from time to time they chatted with each other, calm and composed.

In addition to these young men, there were three people in front of the hall. Two of them were wearing green shirts, but they were middle-aged and indifferent, somewhat similar to the young man in green shirts. Between the two middle-aged men in green shirts, there stood a man in purple shirts. This man was in his thirties and had an extraordinary bearing, especially the high protruding temples. He was obviously an internal master.

After the young man in blue shirt led Zhang Zhiwen in, all the teenagers looked over, but when they saw that he was dressed in linen, they all showed contempt.