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Song Huanhuan looked at the modest house in front of him, and said, "I didn't expect Yao Wang to be quite low-key~"

Qingzhu was at a loss: "What do you mean by being low-key?"

Just as Song Huanhuan was about to speak, he heard a "bang", and a man covered in blood was thrown out of the yard, right under his raised feet...

Song Huanhuan retracted his feet tremblingly, and supported the little assassin to swallow his saliva.

"If you don't save me, get out of here—"

Song Huanhuan and the three shrank their necks at the same time.

Qing Zhu whispered: "My lord, let's go back..." That Yao Wang had a bad temper.

Song Huanhuan categorically refused: "No, you have to have a beginning and an end in doing things, you have to be persistent, and you can't give up when you encounter difficulties," Song Huanhuan patted Qingzhu's shoulder and said earnestly: "Qingzhu, you have to remember, people, you have to know There are tigers in the mountains and the determination to go to the mountains of tigers!"

The little assassin said silently, "You mean the medicine king is a tiger?"

Song Huanhuan: "..." Xiaobai, your name is Xiaohei!

Two people ran out from the yard, and the people on the ground quickly ran away, as if they were followed by some scourge.

"Young master, are you really not leaving?"

"...a manly man, if you don't want to leave, you won't leave..."

As soon as Song Huanhuan finished speaking, he heard someone in the courtyard say: "Which kid, you have the guts to come in and let the old man take a look?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, and then gave Qing Zhu a stern look, the meaning was obvious, look, my young master, I am so charming, I can even handle a bad-tempered medicine king!

Qingzhu turned her head, young master, you should wait until Yao Wang really accepts you before you can be proud.

The little assassin poked him: "Still leaving?"

Song Huanhuan cleared her throat, straightened her clothes, and walked in with her head held high.

The small yard is full of wooden shelves, piles of herbs are drying on them, and the smell of medicine is all over the yard. Song Huanhuan rubbed her nose and wanted to sneeze~

An old man with white hair turned his back to Song Huanhuan and was arranging the herbs. He said slowly, "Which kid just said that the old man is a tiger?"

The little assassin and Qingzhu looked at each other, and pushed Song Huanhuan out together.

Song Huanhuan staggered, feeling sad and indignant.

Convex!Two daring brats who sell their friends and seek glory!One day I will bite you to death!

Song Huanhuan pretended to be calm: "Junior Minghuan..."

The old man waved his hand and interrupted his words: "You are not a junior, the old man doesn't know you."

Song Huanhuan choked for a moment.

When the old man turned around, Song Huanhuan realized that the medicine king was really old. His eyebrows and beard were white, but there were not so many wrinkles on his face.

Song Huanhuan looked at the sky, it seems that ancient people were good at taking care of themselves.

"It's you kid who said the old man is a tiger?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed his nose: "That's just an analogy..."

The old man suddenly laughed loudly: "Not bad, you can see clearly, old man, I belong to the tiger hahaha..."

Song Huanhuan and the others: "...=mouth=!"

Yao Wang waved: "Come here, the old man is happy today, I treat you to dinner."

Song Huanhuan: "..." Who was the one who threw people out just now?

Song Huanhuan and the others followed Yaowang into the room, sat down in a proper manner, Qingzhu quickly put the things in his hand on the table, and whispered: "Master Yaowang, this is a gift for you..."

Yao Wang, who was still smiling happily, immediately lowered his face: "Hmph, I knew you three boys had bad intentions, and even tried to bribe my old man, get out of here—"

Both the little assassin and Qingzhu gasped, the change of face was too fast!

Song Huanhuan didn't have time to take a breath, and hurriedly said: "They are all delicious, not expensive things."

Yao Wang calmed down: "It's just for food?"

Song Huanhuan nodded hastily.

Yao Wang stroked his beard and said, "Old man, I'm hungry, why don't you open it soon?"

Song Huanhuan winked at Qingzhu, who kept his mouth shut, Song Huanhuan twitched the corners of his mouth, so he had to go over and open several boxes one by one by himself.

Candied fruit, dried plums, osmanthus cake, apricot cake, dried meat...

Yao Wang looked at the table full of food and swallowed, just when Song Huanhuan thought everything was ready, he turned his head away again.

Song Huanhuan was puzzled: "Aren't you hungry? Why don't you eat?"

Yao Wang coughed twice and said, "Who knows what you brought these things here for? The old man knows that he eats people and has short mouths."

Song Huanhuan said dumbfoundedly: "Even if it's just a normal visit, you still want those things. It's a matter of politeness."

Yao Wang's eyes sparkled: "So you just came to see the old man? No request?"

Song Huanhuan said: "Of course..."

Yao Wang reached out and took a piece of jerky.

"...It's impossible not to ask." Song Huanhuan took a breath.

Yao Wang quickly dropped the things in his hand.

Song Huanhuan hurriedly said: "It doesn't matter if you don't agree to our going, these are bought for you to eat, you can eat whatever you want."

Yao Wang was very hesitant, but when his stomach rumbled, he was not at all reserved.

Song Huanhuan raised an eyebrow at Qingzhu and the others, look, his aura of the protagonist is still very useful, he has taken care of the uncertain drug king~

The three of Song Huanhuan and the others saw the table full of things disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they couldn't help feeling admiration for the white-haired medicine king—you are growing stronger and stronger, and your teeth are so good!

Waiting for the medicine king to eat almost, Song Huanhuan poured a cup of tea and served it with good eyesight.

Yao Wang took a sip of tea, smacked his lips in satisfaction, and said, "The old man is happy again, tell me, what's the matter?"

Song Huanhuan said with a flattering smile, "That's right, I want to study medicine with you..."

"No!" Yao Wang changed his face again: "The old man has only one apprentice in this life, and he will never accept another apprentice."

Song Huanhuan was blocked again, the villain in his heart was rolling and pounding the ground, the old man couldn't listen to him finish his sentence!

Seeing that Song Huanhuan was showing signs of wandering, Qingzhu hastily whispered: "Master..."

Song Huanhuan came back to his senses, and before the King of Medicine issued the order to drive away the guests, he said, "I'm not an apprentice, but just an apprentice. I'll just watch when you usually see patients." Of course, this is just an expedient measure, and he wants to learn how to save his life .

Yao Wang's expression softened slightly.

Song Huanhuan said again: "The three of us are just here to help you with chores, you don't need to teach anything."

Qingzhu and the little assassin are inexplicable, so what's the matter with them?

Yao Wang snorted coldly: "What will you learn if I don't teach you?"

Song Huanhuan smirked, did she let go?

Yao Wang pondered for a while, and said: "That's fine, the old man is deserted if he lives alone, you can come if you like."

Song Huanhuan was overjoyed: "Thank you, Senior Medicine King~"

Yao Wang raised his head proudly, blinding Song Huanhuan's eyes.

Before the three of Song Huanhuan could leave, Yao Wang started to chase them away.

Now that the matter has been settled, Song Huanhuan didn't delay any longer and took the opportunity to leave.

On the way back, Song Huanhuan relaxed and felt a little pain from the wound.

Qingzhu worriedly said: "My lord, are you alright?"

Song Huanhuan shook her head: "It's okay, just go back and have a rest."

The little assassin asked: "Is this okay? We should be leaving in a few days, even if we come to learn, we won't be able to learn for a few days."

Song Huan laughed and said, "Who said I'm leaving?"

Qingzhu was startled: "Young Master, are you not following the Seventh Young Master and the others?"

Song Huanhuan didn't say anything, he meant it. The martial arts conference is very dangerous, and he can only add to the chaos if he goes with him now. Although he said he wanted to watch the excitement, he had to watch the excitement, right?

The little assassin said in a deep voice: "The seventh young master will not agree."

Song Huanhuan sighed, he also knew that Murong Ang would definitely object to him staying, but in the end whether he agreed or not, that was up to him.

Pinching Qing Zhu's face, Song Huanhuan said: "Okay, you two don't have to think about the rest, I have my own plans."

Both the little assassin and Qingzhu looked at him with disbelief.

Song Huanhuan frowned: "Hey, hey, what kind of expressions do you guys have? Young Master, I did what I said, and put away that expression after I said it..."

The three of them walked home noisily.

An C poked An B: "Do you want to tell the leader?"

"What do you say?"

"……you go!"

"……it is good……"

As soon as the three of Song Huanhuan entered the door, they saw the expressionless Murong Ang and the smiling black-bellied Mr. Mu standing in the middle of the yard, staring at them.

After Qing Zhu and the little assassin saluted without loyalty, they immediately fled.

Song Huanhuan couldn't catch him, so he could only touch his nose and walk forward: "Seventh Young Master, Mr. Mu."

Mr. Mu nodded and said, "Seventh Young Master, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

Murong Ang nodded, and Mr. Mu gave Song Huanhuan an inexplicable look before leaving.

Song Huanhuan was shaken by that little look, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

"Go back to your room first."

Murong Ang's voice was not loud, he turned around and left after speaking.

Song Huanhuan obediently followed, thinking that she shouldn't have caused any trouble recently, right?

The two returned to the room, Song Huanhuan closed the door, sat down beside Murong Ang, and then asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy? Who made you angry?"

Murong Ang didn't answer, instead he said: "Did you go to see Yao Wang today?"

Song Huanhuan was taken aback for a moment, nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes, and I have already persuaded him to let him call us."

"You don't want to leave here with me?"

Song Huanhuan was worried that Murong Ang knew everything, but he still answered honestly: "It's not that I don't want to, I just want to learn first, and then I will go to you."

"Why don't you discuss it with me?"

Song Huanhuan rubbed her nose: "I'm afraid you won't agree..."

Murong Ang was a little helpless: "Since you know that I will not agree, why do you insist on going your own way?"

"...I want to learn something, maybe I can help you in the future..." Song Huanhuan whispered.

Murong Ang raised his chin with his hand, and said: "Do you know that Yao Wang hates Tian Chongjiao so much, if he knows that you are a member of Tian Chongjiao, do you think you still have life to live?"

Song Huanhuan was terrified: "It's not that serious, is it?"

Murong Ang raised his eyebrows, what do you think?

Song Huanhuan pursed her mouth: "What kind of hatred is it? How did it happen..."

Murong Ang was silent, and after a while he said: "You want to know?"

Song Huanhuan nodded, of course.

Murong Ang sighed, and said: "That's all... I'll tell you..."

The author has something to say: Happy Double Festival, girls~

Come on, don't throw me down carelessly, it doesn't matter if you hit me with flowers~