Demon Lord became my apprentice

When Uncle Zhao invited the doctor back from the town, he opened the door and saw Cong Rong leaning sideways by the stove in a simple kitchen, listening intently to Aunt Zhao's explanation of cooking skills.Cong Yi was lazily nestled in the small bamboo chair, looking a little sleepy, his upper and lower eyelids were clenched.My youngest son, Ah Shan, seemed to want to play with Cong Yi very much, squatting halfway beside him, holding a toy that he usually couldn't put it down in his hand, chattering about something.

The stove of a small common people's house is backed by a mud wall, and stones half a person's height are piled up on three sides, leaving a place for entry and exit, and then covered with thatch, so that the scene inside can be seen clearly at a glance.

Uncle Zhao paused and froze at the door, thinking he was dazzled.The old doctor followed closely behind, he couldn't stop for a while, and almost bumped into him.

"Father, are you back?" Aunt Zhao found him, immediately put down the kitchen knife in her hand, and greeted him.

Uncle Zhao asked in a daze: "This...what's the situation? Is he all right?!"

Cong Rong turned around and followed out, explaining: "There is something wrong, the injury is still there, but I can go to the ground now."

Cong Rong doesn't want people to treat him as a monster.

Even so, Uncle Zhao looked at him several times in surprise before saying in a low voice, "Doctor, I have already invited you here."

Hearing this, the old doctor took a step forward, his head of white hair was tied neatly behind his head, he looked hale and hearty, and his gray robe fluttered with the wind, giving him a sense of immortality.

"Thank you." Cong Rong nodded to the old doctor, then turned and walked towards the stone table in the yard.

Seeing this, the old doctor followed him to the stone table.

I don’t know if he didn’t get a good rest last night, Cong Yi was so sleepy that he could barely open his eyes, and from the corner of his eye he saw Master going out, Cong didn’t even move his mind, he struggled to get up, as if he was drunk, Eyes half-closed, he followed out staggeringly.

Seeing Cong get up together, Ah Shan jumped up and down and followed behind him.

Cong Yi walked directly behind Cong Rong, lay down on his back without saying a word, wrapped his small arms around his neck, closed his eyes, and fell asleep like this.

Cong Rong didn't say anything and let him go.

Seeing this, Aunt Zhao called out in a low voice: "Ah Shan, come to Mother, Cong Yi is tired, don't disturb him to rest."

Ah Shan let out a sigh of disappointment, and threw himself into Aunt Zhao's arms happily again in an instant.

While speaking, the old doctor first took out a pulse pillow from the medicine box to support Cong Rong's wrist, put his fingertips on it, and felt the pulse for diagnosis and treatment.

Now, Cong Rong has lost all his spiritual power, and the Dan Mansion is empty, no different from ordinary people.He wasn't very worried, the old doctor noticed something.Unexpectedly, just as he was thinking this way, the old doctor suddenly asked, "Is the young master a cultivator?"

Cong Rong never expected that this country doctor is quite powerful, and he knew his identity as soon as he got his pulse.After a moment of silence, he said, "Loose cultivator."

In the eyes of ordinary people, no matter whether it is a family of immortals or a casual cultivator, as long as they are linked to cultivating immortals, they are immortal masters who can pick stars.Therefore, upon hearing this, the Zhao couple's eyes on Cong Rong immediately changed, with a bit of inexplicable excitement in their admiration.

"No wonder!" Uncle Zhao sighed suddenly, "Doctor Qi, quickly help the immortal master to take a good look. Apart from the skin wounds on his body, are there any internal injuries?"

The old doctor didn't answer, and continued to take Cong Rong's pulse, and after a while, he said calmly: "The pulse is weak, and the spiritual power is exhausted."

Hearing this, Zhao's and his wife's hearts tightened, it seemed that they were even more nervous than Cong Rong.

Afterwards, the old doctor turned his head to look at Aunt Zhao, and said, "Please stay away for now, lady."

Only then did Aunt Zhao come to her senses, her ears felt hot, and she led Ah Shan into the house in embarrassment.

The old doctor got up, walked in front of Cong Rong, and checked the wounds on his body one by one. The two heaviest wounds were on his left arm and the other on his abdomen. The flesh and blood were bloody and the bones were visible. Fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

After the old doctor applied good medicine to his wound, he sat back and spread paper on the table to grind it unhurriedly, "Flesh wounds are easy to heal, apply Sanhua hemostatic ointment every three hours, supplemented with nourishing qi and blood." Fang Zi, the scabs will heal within seven days. As for your lost aura, ordinary medicinal stones won’t do anything, you have to use fairy grass that strengthens the foundation and nourishes the vitality..."

Cong Rong didn't know that he had to use fairy grass to quickly recover his spiritual energy, but the price of this high-quality fairy grass is more expensive than gold, so he can use hemostatic ointment, which is not bad.

"Ahem," Cong Rong hurriedly interrupted him, and said bluntly, "You don't need to be so troublesome, Sanhua Hemostatic Cream is enough."

The old doctor didn't seem to be surprised at all, he just said: "With your skill, if you want to fully recover your spiritual energy to its peak, it will take less than a month or two, so I'm afraid it's impossible. But if you use fairy grass as medicine, at most ten It will heal in a few days."

Cong Rong, who was deeply fettered by poverty, refused with a wry smile: "No need, I'm idle anyway, I have plenty of time to recover slowly."

The old doctor has practiced medicine all his life, his eyes have seen too much warmth and coldness in the world, he didn't even need to think about it, he made a rough guess about Cong Rong's current situation.

He said: "The son is in a foreign land now, and the belongings he carries with him are limited. This old man can understand." At the end of the point, the old doctor changed the subject and continued: "My little grandson will be full moon in a few days, old man Zhengchou doesn't know what kind of full moon gift to give him."

Speaking of this, he looked down at Cong Yihuan's wrist in front of Cong Rong. There were two jeweled beads strung on the blue and white silk rope, which seemed to be of great value at first glance.

"If you are willing to part with this golden water-repelling bead, I will do my best to heal you so that you can recover as soon as possible."

Uncle Zhao was listening, not only didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but thought it was an excellent way, and immediately clapped his hands and praised: "It's a good idea to exchange beads for jelly grass! A child with such a valuable thing, except It’s pretty, but it’s not very useful, it’s better to use it to cure diseases. Master Cong Yi, what do you think?”

Hearing this, Cong Rong, who has always had a bad temper, rarely changed his face, he said: "I don't think so. The beads belong to Cong Yi, even if I am his master, I have no right to dispose of his things at will."

Uncle Zhao was taken aback, he didn't expect Cong Rong to be so rigid, he said in disbelief, "How can this be called having no right to dispose of it? Aren't adults buying things for children? Adults can use them however they want. Isn't it justified?"

Cong Rong said calmly: "If there is such a thing as righteousness and righteousness in this world, all the good people in the world will be promoted, and all the bad people will fall into the endless hell."

Uncle Zhao choked and wanted to continue arguing.Cong Rong turned his head to look at the old doctor, and said, "Anyway, thank you for your kindness. I don't need fairy grass, and using fairy grass to quickly fill up spiritual power is flashy, and it can't compare to my own practical cultivation. Well done."

The old doctor stood up and cupped his hands at Cong Rong, saying: "This old man was rude, this Sanhua hemostatic ointment should be regarded as the old man's apology to you."

While speaking, the old doctor pushed the Sanhua hemostatic ointment on the table to Cong Rong.

Cong Rong took out the only piece of broken silver from his sleeve, put it on the stone table, and said frankly: "One yard is worth one yard."

Hearing this, the old doctor suddenly laughed loudly and said, "It's good that one size fits one size."

After finishing speaking, he calmly picked up the broken silver on the table, packed the medicine box and turned to leave.

The situation on the field changed so quickly, Uncle Zhao was in a daze, he was stunned for a long time, and then he turned and followed: "Doctor Qi, I'll see you off."

As soon as they left, Cong Rong and his apprentice were left in the yard.Cong Yi didn't know when he woke up, he loosened his hands and slid off Cong Rong's back, and turned around to walk in front of him.

Cong Rong looked at him and said, "Are you awake?"

Cong Yi looked up at him with his small face up, his eyes unblinking, the golden morning sun reflected in the bottom of his clear eyes, like stars in the sky, like sparkling waves, like a dream.

Cong Yi looked at him, as he usually taught himself, and said earnestly: "Money, save money."

Cong Rong was taken aback, realized that he was talking about the hemostatic ointment, and was so angry that he pinched his smooth and elastic face with his hands, and said intimidatingly, "Stinky boy, you have learned to run on Master, right?"

Cong Yi especially hates people rubbing his face indiscriminately, so he lowered his eyebrows and stomped on Cong Rong's feet.

Cong Rong's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, so he pulled his feet back in a hurry.As soon as Cong refused to give up, he gritted his teeth and stepped on the other foot.

Cong Rong quickly took back the other foot, but Cong Yi was unyielding, chasing his two feet, like playing hide-and-seek, running back and forth around the stone bench.

Cong learned how to feint a gun at a very young age, Cong Rong sat on the stone bench with his ass twitching, almost being forced into a spinning top.

At first, it was out of anger and revenge, but after running, it turned into laughter and laughter. Cong Yi had a great time even though he didn't even step on it.

Cong Rong was tired from twisting, and stretched out his long arms to embrace Cong Yi into his arms, "Stop, master admit defeat, if you keep twisting, the wound on the abdomen should burst."

Hearing this, Cong Yi immediately stopped moving, and was obediently hugged by Cong Rong.

Cong Rong let out a long breath, calming down his turbulent mood.

At this moment, without warning, Cong Yi stretched out his small hand in front of his eyes, looking menacing.

"Stinky boy, you are really going to hit Master!" Cong Rong leaned back reflexively, with an extremely angry expression on his face.

Before he finished speaking, Cong Rong felt a restless little hand take the opportunity to touch his neck, scratching it like a feather, making Cong Rong tremble with itching.

Seeing this, Cong Yi burst out laughing unscrupulously.

Actually being tricked by a little guy with no hair yet, Cong Rong was so angry that he grabbed Cong Yi's evil little hand.

However, before he could speak out, Cong's eyes turned red, his mouth curled up, and his eyes drooped, looking extremely aggrieved.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, like a magic trick, Cong Rong was really wronged, he obviously hasn't started education yet!

Just when Cong Rong was about to give in, lest he be accused of abusing his disciples.I saw Cong Yi suddenly tearfully looking at his wrist which was being held by Cong Rong, Cong Rong's heart froze, and he let go of him at lightning speed.

Who knows that Cong Yi didn't seem to have acted enough, how sincere and sincere the eyes he looked at Cong Rong, the little milk said in a trembling voice: "Master, you can give him the beads."

Cong Rong was taken aback, and was completely moved by his little apprentice by accident.

However, he was moved only for a moment, and after listening to Cong paused for a moment, he continued: "Sell me to him, whatever you want."

Like a chicken feather stuck in her throat, Cong Rong suddenly coughed violently, causing the wound on her abdomen to start to hurt.