The Second Immortal Road

　　 Han Ming was full of doubts after he emerged from Hua Lao's cave, the character of Hua Lao also changed too quickly. Not long ago, he used weird methods to torture him after he died, but the moment after that, he was kind and friendly.

　　 Han Ming has some lingering fears now, he secretly rejoices that Mr. Hua didn't find the nameless formula, otherwise he still doesn't know how to treat him! Eighteen kinds of torture may come all over again!

　　 After this incident, Han Ming also realized that he was still too naive, and his concentration was far from enough. He took it for granted! You should not be self-righteous without knowing anything.

　　At the same time, Han Ming also realized that Hua Lao was unfathomable. This old man could control his life without even leaving the door. It was really incredible.

　　 Han Ming started to spin around randomly, wanting to get familiar with the surrounding environment first, he had a hunch that he might stay here for a long time.

　　 Hualaodongfu is surrounded by many exotic flowers and weeds, planted together one by one, with uneven heights. Many of them are in the blooming season, and the colorful flowers exude a faint fragrance.

　　 Han Ming was surprised to find that there was a large pond behind a piece of flowers and trees, and the pond was full of lotus flowers.

Most of the waters in the lotus pond have white or pink lotus flowers, but in the center of the lotus pond there is a solitary lotus flower. There is no lotus leaf within ten feet of the lotus flower, and there is no other lotus flower. unique.

　　 Han Ming found at first glance that half of the petals of this lotus flower are white, and half of the petals are pink. In his surprise, he couldn't help but once again looked at the lotus not far away. Only then did he find that besides the white and pink petals, there was a small black petal hidden in the innermost layer of the lotus.

　　 Han Ming swallowed, and when he saw this three-color lotus, he popped out of his mind a strange legend he heard when he was a child. According to legend, there is a kind of three-color lotus that absorbs the essence of ten thousand lotus, which is an immortal lotus that fell from the sky. If someone takes it after it has matured, it can be a dead person, flesh and bones, and become a land immortal.

　　 "Could this be the kind of fairy lotus." Han Ming's heart was beating wildly, he couldn't help licking his lips, and then touched his nose.

"Oh, how is it possible, if it is really a fairy lotus, Hua Lao will let it grow here! It's not early to eat, how can it be cheaper for me. And the legend is the legend, it can't be true." Han Ming thought about it and denied it. This is the possibility of an immortal lotus.

　　 Han Ming looked away reluctantly from the three-color lotus, and then wandered around. He wanted to see what other exotic flowers and plants there were.

　　 Han Ming grew up next to a mountain, and he knew not too few trees, but he turned around and saw hundreds of species of plants, but he didn’t even know a single plant.

　　 "This is ginseng, a lot of leaves!" Han Ming finally saw the only plant he knew in a remote corner, but he was startled. The twenty or thirty ginseng plants that are randomly planted in the corners are more than ten years old, let alone twenty or thirty plants, even one of them is precious to the outside world!

　　Han Ming didn't take care of these herbs, these flowers are all Hua Lao, he didn't want to commit Hua Lao's taboo! When he was familiar with the surrounding environment, he walked out, and he was going to the bamboo house that Hua Lao said.

After walking a few steps, Han Ming saw a young man running towards him in the distance. An old servant followed the young man. Han Ming smiled slightly because he recognized the person, not the young master Zhu Yiwen. Who.

　　 "Didn't you let you wait for me in the carriage? I couldn't find you when I went back. I thought you had been abducted by a trafficker." Zhu Yiwen wrinkled his nose, and his little finger pointed at Han Ming, a little puffed up.

　　 "Old Hua wants to see me! I can't help but come." Han Ming smiled helplessly, and spread his hands.

　　 "Hmph, isn't your poison all right, why is he looking for you?" Zhu Yiwen was still a little bulging, staring at Han Ming with his big eyes open.

　　 "Uh, what do you say, Mr. Hua wants to accept me as a disciple." Han Ming picked up the most important part and told Zhu Yiwen.

　　 "Really! Accept you as a disciple? Hurry up and call a couple of big brothers to listen, haha." Zhu Yiwen seemed to have heard something extremely happy, and his face instantly burst into laughter.

　　 "Are you the apprentice before Hua Lao? How come?" Han Ming was stunned, and then smiled bitterly.

　　 "Why not, it's all caused by two bunches of candied haws, huh." Zhu Yiwen seemed to think of something unpleasant, and clenched his small fist, as if he was about to beat someone severely.

　　 "Candied haws? I didn't understand." There was a trace of doubt on Han Ming's face, how could she get the candied haws.

"I have been weak since I was a child. Since I was five years old, I was prescribed only three meals, no more or no less, and all I ate was medicine and food, not ordinary meals at all." Zhu Yiwen recalled the tragic life in the past, with a small face. It was full of bitterness.

"Until I was nine years old, the old man tricked me into worshiping him as a teacher with two bunches of candied haws. I didn't know at the time that my illness was better. I no longer need to take medicine and food. I can eat normal things. I was deceived. I became his apprentice.” Zhu Yiwen wrinkled her nose fiercely, and cursed Hua Lao viciously in her heart, like losing his beard, losing his teeth, etc.

Han Ming was speechless. Hua Lao’s big apprentice was deceived by two bunches of candied haws, and if he became Hua Lao’s apprentice, then Hua Lao’s two apprentices should be regarded as being coerced by coercion. This Hua Lao really failed. To accept an apprentice must be "unscrupulous."

　　 At this time, Han Ming suddenly thought of the middle-aged scribe in white who had just led the way for him. The man wanted to worship Mr. Hua as his teacher, but Mr. Hua just refused to accept him. Han Ming now sympathizes with this middle-aged scribe in his heart. It seems that he has failed in life than Hua Lao.

"But although he lied to me to become an apprentice, I just didn't learn the medical skills he taught me, and he didn't do anything. He accepted me as an apprentice in vain. In the future, I will become a martial arts master, a generation of knights, and how can I all day long? Seeing a doctor!" Zhu Yiwen leaned on Han Ming's shoulder and laughed.

　　 "Has old Hua lived here before? How do I feel that the medicine garden was built for him." Han Ming was extremely puzzled about this, and couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, he did live here for a long time, but it's my first time here. Junior brother, let's go around here, it doesn't seem to be small here, maybe there is something fun to go around around!" Zhu Yiwen also Without discussing with Han Ming, he took his arm and left, and began to explore the entire Zhu Chi Garden.

　　 I have to say that the Zhu family and the Chi family are really rich and powerful. The manor was built nine turns and eighteen turns. Han Ming and Zhu Yiwen turned around and found that they could not find their way back soon, but they were not afraid. After all, they were still in Zhu Chi Garden. Are they afraid of any danger?

　　 It was dark in a short while, and Zhu Yiwen was invited away by a few maids, saying that it was a unified dinner for the two families of Zhu Chi. Zhu Yiwen didn't want to go at first, but after the maid's pitiful pleading, he reluctantly left.

　　 Han Ming returned to the bamboo house not far from Hua Lao's residence after Zhu Yiwen left, but he saw an unexpected person.

A sickly middle-aged scribe in a green robe was cleaning a room in the bamboo house. Han Ming recognized that the green-robed scribe was the one who led him to see Hua Lao at noon. Han Ming remembered him as if It's called white clothes.

　　 "Why are you here? What are you doing here?" The scribe in white clothes frowned and looked at Han Ming with some confusion.

　　 "Hua Lao let me live here, Nuo, at this time, Hua Lao gave me the waist card." Han Ming took out the waist card that Hua Lao gave me.

　　 The green-robed middle-aged scribe seemed to have seen something incredible. He approached Han Ming with a stride, and with a stroke of his hand, he took the token from Han Ming's hand.

　　 Han Ming was dumbfounded, this man was so fast, he floated in front of him in the blink of an eye! There is no such thing as a dying look, the feeling that this person used to be dying before is pretending!

　　 "How could it, how could it!" The green-robed scribe looked a little excited, and there was some blood on his abnormally pale face, and he gently stroked the token with his left hand.

　　 "Hey, the Chinese teacher has accepted you as a disciple!" The green-robed scribe sighed after a while, and handed the waist card to Han Ming somewhat reluctantly.

"Ah, he wanted to accept me as a disciple! How did you know, uncle?" Han Ming was a little surprised. He turned the token over and found that there was nothing on it except for a Chinese character with dragons and phoenix dancing and some weird patterns. Something special.

　　 "My surname is Qi, Baiyi, and I am Grandpa Zhu's personal physician and guard. You can call me Senior Brother Qi in the future." The middle-aged scribe took a deep breath, and then looked at Han Ming and his eyes became a little gentle.

"Brother Qi? Then why are you here?" Han Ming was a little puzzled. This man was twenty years older than him, and asked him to call him a senior brother. Could it be that his head was broken. Could it be that this middle-aged scholar is Hua? Old trust?

　　 "I lived here before, and I will live here for a while." Senior Brother Qi's eyes were a little lonely, as if he was thinking of something.

"Brother Qi, why is your face so pale? Are you sick? Aren't you a doctor." Han Ming finally asked, after all, he might live with this brother Qi in the future. What if he is infected? The disease is terrible.

　　 "Hehe, don't worry, I'm caused by practice and won't be contagious!" Senior Brother Qi looked at Han Ming with a smile, as if he could see what Han Ming was thinking.

　　 Han Ming smiled and touched the bridge of his nose with his right hand: "Practicing? What kind of kung fu can make a cultivator like this."

　　 "Hey, let's go, go in, don't stand silly here, there are some snacks in it, you can eat whatever you like." Brother Qi greeted Han Ming and walked into the bamboo building.

The bamboo building is not small. There are 20 or 30 rooms on the two floors. In the end, Han Ming chose a room to the north. The room is not too big. The only advantage is that it has a wide view. You can see the Hualao Dongfu.

　　Senior Brother Qi helped Han Ming clean up the room after Han Ming's selection. If you let outsiders know that the Green Shaman, one of the five guards of Mrs. Zhu, would help a kid clean the room, he would be shocked.

　　 And Han Ming didn't know that this gentle Senior Brother Qi was outside but a murderous demon, otherwise he would not want to live with this sick person.

Senior Brother Qi cleared up and confessed a few words and then left. At this time, he returned to a sickly appearance. He walked lightly and seemed to be able to die at any time. Seeing his trembling back downstairs, Han Ming was afraid of his feet. An instability planted to death on the floor.

　　 Han Ming watched Qi Baiyi go downstairs, he went back to his room, then lay down on the bed in big characters, listening to the wind outside, but he began to figure out how he would go in the future.

"Since Mr. Hua didn't find my nameless formula, it's not impossible to stay, and now I can go if I don't stay! Besides, Mr. Hua's method of controlling me at noon is extraordinary. If I can learn a trick, There will be some self-protection ability to continue eastward in the future. And I don't know where Jiang Guo is now, so I can't rush on the road again." Han Ming muttered silently in his heart, which can be regarded as persuading himself.

　　 "Also, the big brother may have something to do with that Baizhi's blood poison, otherwise Hua Lao will not mention him, then I should stay." Han Mingnao emerged that innocent and handsome young master Zhu Yiwen from the Zhu family.

　　 "Hey, stay here first, and take one step for the next step. Be careful about everything, think twice before doing it." Han Ming made up his mind.

　　 Han Ming calmed down, and sat on the bed and began to practice the unknown mantra. He believed that his aptitude was dull, and he only hoped to work harder to make up for the lack of aptitude.