Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Zhang Fan: "Is the emperor not in a hurry for the eunuchs?"

"Isn't there another day? What's the rush?"

Zhang Fan replied speechlessly.

next second.

"Drip!"

The sound of the message notification sounded again.

"Boss! Please forgive us poor people, please?"

"A total of 1000 yuan, you can't bear to watch me lose, can you?"

The text sent by Hei Ye's pupil was accompanied by a crying emoji.

Black lines appeared on Zhang Fan's face.

Sending this kind of expression, the other party is not a girl, right?
"If possible, I really want you to lose."

Zhang Fan responded casually.

then.

He was overwhelmed by the crying dynamic expression.

resignedly.

Zhang Fan could only add one more sentence: "Unfortunately, the conditions do not allow it."

"I'll restore the prescription first and submit the task."

After dropping a sentence, Zhang Fan minimized the chat interface.

Click on your own homepage, and then submit the task at the place where you receive the task.

Zhang Fan wrote down the medicinal materials needed for Du'er Fang, as well as how to use and treat them.

In less than ten minutes, Zhang Fan was done.

"Congratulations to Pingfan, successfully submitted the task."

After the task is successfully submitted, a prompt will pop up on the screen.

Zhang Fan smiled in satisfaction, closed the computer, looked at Hai Qingshan beside him, and said, "It's done!"

"So fast?"

Hai Qingshan looked at Zhang Fan somewhat suspiciously.

It took Zhang Fan more than ten minutes to solve the task that no one could take over for five years?
Is this a task problem or a human problem?
Not only Hai Qingshan, but also Hei Ye's pupil was stunned at the moment.

After Zhang Fan successfully submits the task, not only he will receive a reminder message.

Simultaneously.

Congratulations will also be synchronized in the banner on the top of the entire medicine department.

For a moment, the already quiet world chat channel exploded in an instant.

"Submitted! This newcomer really submitted the task!"

"How is this possible? Why did he submit a task that no one has accepted for five years?"

"I think even if it is submitted, it is just a nonsense, and it is impossible to get the approval of the person who released the task."

"..."

On the world channel, endless chat messages kept popping up like mushrooms after rain.

of course.

Almost no one felt that Zhang Fan would really be able to pass the approval after submitting the task.

Especially Hitomi of the night.

At this moment, he was even more mournful, feeling distressed that he had invested the 1000 yuan that Zhang Fan could complete the task.

after all.

How could a task that was completed in ten minutes be correct?

Even if Zhang Fan has some ability, he can't be a god.

of course.

Zhang Fan no longer knew about the grievances of Hei Ye's pupils.

Who told him to automatically log out of Small World's account when he closed the computer?
In reality, the Song family.

Hai Qingshan was stunned for a while, and finally came back to his senses.

His expression kept changing.

After seeing Zhang Fan's coquettish operation, he is not even fully confident that Zhang Fan can pass the mission.

"Since Mr. Zhang has already submitted the task, I won't bother you any more."

Hai Qingshan looked at Zhang Fan seriously, and said, "If you have time, welcome to Yipinju as a guest."

"At any time, if Mr. Zhang needs anything, the door of my Yipinju is always open for Mr. Zhang."

Throwing out the olive branch, Haiqingshan didn't stay for long.

She simply left the Song family.

"The owner of this property is interesting."

Zhang Fan rubbed his chin, thinking for a while.

Of course, he is also very clear that the reason why Hai Qingshan treats him with such an attitude is more because of the Meimei four.

Although Zhang Fan still doesn't know what Meimei said to Hai Qingshan in Yipinju that night.

But there is no doubt that Hai Qingshan was shocked.

but.

This is just an episode.

Hai Qingshan left, and Zhang Fan didn't care.

For the next time, Zhang Fan and Song Fanshuang naturally stayed in the mourning hall.

Silent all night.

Because Song Fanshuang had just experienced the pain of losing his father and mother, Song Fanshuang hadn't recovered yet.

Naturally, whatever he said seemed very boring.

Zhang Fan also just quietly accompanied Song Fanshuang.

When she cries, softly comfort her.

When she was tired from crying and fell asleep, Zhang Fan let her lean on his shoulder and take a nap.

Zhang Fan carried Song Fanshuang to the bed until the sky became brighter.

After all, there are neighbors who come to help during the day.

Naturally, there was no need for Song Fanshuang to be by the side all the time.

What's more, isn't there still Zhang Fan?

……

at that time.

A small courtyard in a bamboo forest.

It is built on the side of a mountain.

There are gurgling streams on the mountain, which converge into an irregular pool.

The sun shines through the gaps in the bamboo leaves and sprinkles around the small courtyard.

It doesn't look so peaceful and beautiful.

An old man with gray hair on his temples, long past seventy years old, slowly turned on the computer placed on the table in Shiting.

"Three days have passed, I'm afraid...the task will not be completed again."

"Think about it, too. This recipe for crossing evil was created by the master himself. If someone really knew about it, why would it take three days? With just one glance, I'm afraid it can be recovered intact?"

"Hey! Master, it's the disciple who is incompetent, even your only blood..."

The old man's face was full of pain.

even.

The moment the computer was turned on, the old man even knelt down on his knees and kowtowed a few times towards the distance.

a long time.

The old man tidied up his mind.

Sit back in front of the computer.

next second.

The old man was taken aback.

His eyes looked at the news on his home page in disbelief.

"The task... submitted, it was last night, this..."

The old man was so excited that he couldn't stop trembling when he wanted to tap the hand to submit the task details.

Five full years.

There is no one who has taken on this task.

This time, it was the only one that could submit the task.

In this task, there is an old man's obsession.

When I really saw the words that the task was submitted successfully, I was a little afraid to click on it.

For so many years.

He has been disappointed time and time again.

just now.

He was afraid of what awaited him, or disappointment.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a mouse click sounds.

A complete prescription was presented to the old man.

this moment.

The old man's already trembling hands became even bigger at this moment.

Not only that.

Even the breathing became a lot heavier invisibly.

When the eyes of the old man began to browse every medicinal material used in the prescription.

The cloudy old eyes were slightly wet now.

"Master! Is this you, or the young master?"

"Being able to come up with such a detailed prescription and the accompanying process, I really can't think of anyone else except you."