a very dark dark guard

Chapter 86 Pretend
Ximen Wuhen frowned and moved his hands, I quickly shook my head at him. 'An Daxia' is well known, and it's normal for someone to impersonate it.

There is never a shortage of people in Jianghu who use other people's names to cheat everywhere.

It's a waste of time to teach them a lesson. This man's martial arts and weapons are average, so he can't make any big troubles.

The other residents were very interested in him, so they invited him to drink and sit down to chat.

The people present were not that stupid, they believed him when he said he was An Daxia.

Asking him to sit down and chat is just to cover his words.

We had already finished our meal at this time, and the waiter insisted on sitting still and refused to leave, saying that we were occupying the table and preventing them from making money.

The clerks in this store are so powerful and so 'spontaneous' that they were almost stabbed in the face by 'asking for money'.

Ximen Wuhen wanted to smash the store, but I stopped him.

Yue Nanxiang tugged at the corner of my clothes, Xiaojiao cast a puzzled look.

One wanted to watch the excitement, and the other didn't understand why I was silent, not to expose that person's lies.

I took out the silver and put it on the table, the boy removed the bowls and chopsticks, and put on a dried fruit platter.

The guy laughed when he saw the money, and made a fool of himself if he didn't give the money.

Consumption in an inn seems to be filling a bottomless pit.

The fruit plate is made of gold wire, and the dried fruits inside are also expensive.

While eating, Yue Nanxiang turned her head to stare at the fake Mr. An, listening to him chatting with guests at other tables.

Yun Zhou only cares about eating and still doesn't care about other things.

Ximen Wuhen took out his dagger and wiped it repeatedly. This dagger has never been used by him before. It is a top-quality weapon, but his martial arts are so high that he no longer needs to use it.

It would be fine if he wiped it normally, but he wiped it in a particularly high-profile way, holding the dagger in front of his eyes, and he is not nearsighted, so he doesn't need to be so close, so there is only one possibility, he wants others to see it!
Are you showing off your weapon? This is it?
With whom do you flaunt your wealth?
It's hard for me to keep up with the brain circuit of Master Ximen.

After wiping the blade, he began to polish the scabbard, especially the gems inlaid on the scabbard.

'An Daxia' is now telling other residents about his experience of being a chivalrous hero, how he single-handedly singled out the eighteen masters in the Moon Tower, and won easily, and how he punished the bullies in Huaicheng and made the Fu family rich. Help the civilians as much as possible.

This also explains why he wears ordinary clothes and weapons ordinary, because he gave all the money to the people and kept nothing for himself.

When he said this, I finally became a little interested and watched everyone's reactions secretly, including the buddy.

It is really difficult to sit in a crowd and observe secretly, which is not in line with my previous professional habits.

In other words, it didn't conform to the original body's professional instincts.

The incidents he said all happened in the real world, but he didn't know the details. He may be betting that others don't know and have a chance to get away with it.

I also wondered if anyone knew the real details, so I kept an eye on everyone's mood swings.

I can't hide in the dark to observe like a dark guard, so I use my ability to observe secretly.

This is more 'dark' than the Dark Guard's approach.

'An Daxia' spoke wonderfully, as if he had really experienced those scenes personally.

If he had really experienced it, he should have recognized us.

Did he see us with any emotional ups and downs, which means he doesn't know us.

The guy who poured the tea and filled the water reacted the most, his face didn't show at all, which meant that he had a problem.

He suppressed his excitement, filled the kettle with water expressionlessly, and went to the back kitchen with the kettle.

After a while, the owner of the inn came forward in person and re-set a table of sumptuous food and wine for 'An Daxia'.

He also toasted An Daxia with a glass of wine, and in front of everyone, praised him as a great chivalrous man who wiped out harm for the people.

It also promises that all the consumption of 'An Daxia' in the store will be free of charge.

The boss arranged an upper room for him with the same specifications as ours.

It's right next to my room, our room is opposite to Ximen Wuhen's, and 'An Daxia' lived next to me.

Except for the big events that happened in the north, the detailed information about 'An Daxia' and Anquan Villa, this deck of heroes is all made up.

He said that the Anquan Villa is in the Jiushuang Kingdom, and he is a descendant of the ancient royal family. His ancestors lived there when there was no Jiushuang Kingdom.

Someone mentioned his medical skills, and he said that he was the closed disciple of the Emperor of Medicine.

If Yao Huang lived, he would be almost two hundred years old, he really dared to make it up.

Everyone knows the reputation of the Medicine Emperor, and people in the rivers and lakes all say that he has the secret method of immortality.

He himself is indeed 'disappeared', no one has seen him 'dead'.

And after he disappeared for many years, some people said that they had encountered him in a certain mountain.

Such rumors often exist, but there is no way to verify the authenticity.

So there are some people who believe that the Medicine Emperor is not dead, and that he has obtained the secret of longevity.

There are also people looking for him everywhere, just to get the longevity technique.

'An Daxia' claims to be his closed disciple, and like those rumors, there is no way to verify the authenticity.

Some people think that what he said is too mysterious, so mysterious that it is unbelievable.

There are also people who are more mysterious, the more he believes.

Among the residents was an old man with a gray beard, who wanted to ask 'An Daxia' to treat him.

He is willing to pay any amount of money, as long as it can cure him.

I took a special look at the old man. He was indeed sick, and there were things growing in his body. Using modern science to describe it, he was gastric polyps and intestinal polyps.

No matter how much money is willing to say this, I thought he was terminally ill.

'An Daxia' immediately checked his pulse and declared that he did not save money for money, but only for charity.

He hummed a few times, and nodded while humming, all the residents around him cast curious eyes.

"It can be cured, a small problem." He smiled slightly, and took out a pill from his arms.

The old man took it, and stuffed a bank note into the arms of 'An Daxia'.

After breakfast time, everyone returns to their room to rest or go out to do business.

When 'An Daxia' lived in the small building next door to me, we left first, and he hurried to catch up.

He had a clear goal, so he stopped Xiaojiao directly, gave him a polite salute, and said that he was a benevolent doctor and couldn't bear to see patients sick without knowing it.

Delay the timing of treatment, will regret for life.

Xiaojiao didn't like his act of impersonating 'An Daxia' at first, but when he came up and said she was 'ill', she became even angrier, gave him a hard look, snorted and said nothing.

"Hero, we won't buy anything, thank you." I used the tone of rejecting the salesman to stop him from continuing to follow.

With an insulted look on his face, he shook his hands angrily, and said angrily: "I kindly reminded your sister to get medical treatment as soon as possible, but you humiliated me like this."

"She's not sick." I'm a person with healing abilities, how can I not know who is sick?
"I am the heir of the Medicine Emperor, how can I be mistaken? Dare I ask who is my teacher?"

"I don't have a teacher, but my medical skills... are similar to the Medicine Emperor."

He widened his eyes in disbelief, of course he was not surprised by my superb medical skills, but by my brazenness.

The King of Medicine's popularity in this world has already surpassed the status of a normal doctor.

He himself has many legends, with some mythological color.

Even the people from Yaoxian Valley, no one dared to say that they were at the same level as the Yaohuang.

'An Daxia' stared at me, an arrogant unknown person, and was so angry that he didn't want to continue talking with me. He organized his language for a long time, but couldn't find a suitable word to describe me, so he had to turn around and enter the room, and closed the door hard to express his dissatisfaction.

Our conversation was overheard by several people, and their attitude was the same as that of 'An Daxia', and they felt that I must be an incompetent braggart for my outrageous words.

At the same time, they believed that Xiaojiao was ill, and it was my arrogance that delayed her treatment.

Someone wanted to say a few words of justice for her, but Xiaojiao stared back at her when the words came to her lips.

Her eyes are bright and energetic, and she can express any emotion clearly through her eyes.

Since I don't appreciate it, those who watch the excitement don't mind their own business.

But 'An Daxia' seems not to give up just like that.

The old man had taken his pills, and his spirit improved obviously, his head was no longer dizzy, his legs were no longer weak, and his energy was not weak.

Immediate results, the medicine arrives... the disease is not cured!

They made too much noise, Yue Nanxiang opened the door again and ran to watch the commotion.

I was sitting in the room, and when I looked up, I saw the old man standing outside our door, thanking 'An Daxia' at the door next door.

His illness was not cured at all, it was just a temporary surplus of energy, so he felt full of energy and full of strength.

This is different from taking 'medicine', not the usual 'chicken blood'.

It was the life energy of the old man himself that suddenly increased.

I originally thought that An Daxia was a charlatan, but I didn't expect him to have some skills.

The old man of 'Rejuvenation' thanked 'An Daxia' several times, and gave him two more bank notes.

'An Daxia' was naturally unwilling to accept it, and was even angry. He couldn't bear the old man's pleading as an elder, so he reluctantly accepted it in order to take the elder's face into consideration.

It took only one day for 'An Daxia' to subdue the residents in the inn. By dinner time, the tenth wave of people had knocked on his door asking for medicine.

He 'saved' anyone he saw, and never rejected anyone.

Those people also begged him to accept the reward with various reasons and excuses.

Ximen Wuhen heard the movement and came out three times. He thought they disturbed his practice, but in fact he didn't practice at all, he simply thought they were noisy.

He carried a murderous aura, which was a real murderous aura, and he gave people who came to ask for medicine two choices.

Either roll or die.

The residents all guessed our identity as a crooked demon, even if we were tough with him, they immediately gave in and ran downstairs.

Tell the guys to come up and invite 'An Daxia' to go down.

For everyone's safety, 'An Daxia' had to go downstairs to see a doctor and dispense medicine one by one.

We ate dinner upstairs, and Xiaojiao went out to help Yunzhou buy snacks, and went to return the jewelry she didn't want.

When I came back, I was pestered by 'An Daxia' again, begging for nothing to treat her.

Xiaojiao's martial arts is slightly worse than that of 'An Daxia'.

She was carrying a large bag of snacks, making it even more inconvenient to get out.

Doctors who treat people with threats of force, how much they love the profession of doctors.

In addition, the residents in the hall also persuaded Xiaojiao that if she is sick, she must be cured, and she must not delay. The panacea of ​​'An Daxia' comes from the secret recipe of the Medicine Emperor, and it is free, so there is no reason to refuse it.

'An Daxia' donated medicine to Xiaojiao, but he really didn't take any money.

Xiaojiao had no choice but to accept it, but 'An Daxia' still refused to let her go, and asked her to accept it in front of everyone, so as not to go upstairs and be snatched by me.

I was meditating by the window, and I had seen Xiaojiao come back a long time ago, so I went downstairs to pick her up, because I guessed that 'An Daxia' would not give up.

I watched them from the stairs, but no one noticed my presence.

It was the guy who passed the dishes, and found me staring at them, reminding 'An Daxia'.

Xiaojiao took the opportunity to pass through the crowd and ran upstairs to give me the elixir.

"Oh? It's for Miss Xiaojiao. You are not sick, so don't take it, otherwise—"

"Otherwise what?" I asked.

"The medicine is not suitable for the symptoms, and it will hurt the body. If you insist on taking it, you will bear the consequences."

"Tch, I thought you could say some terrible consequences, such as bleeding from the seven orifices, bursting of the head, rotten intestines, and melting of the bones." I called Xiaojiao upstairs, and I held the pill in my hand and looked at it contemptuously. 'An Daxia'.

"You, you really are not a decent family. You know a lot of evil methods, and you dare to claim to be as famous as the Medicine Emperor."

When did I say that I am as famous as the Emperor of Medicine?

But probably the meaning is right.

He said that on purpose, to piss off the others and make them join him in attacking me.

Those people really stood by him, calling me arrogant, arrogant, and ignorant.

They are like keyboard warriors playing in real life, and they made me so angry.

Someone yelled and said, "If you have the ability, fight for your medical skills!"

Immediately someone echoed, saying: "Yes, let's compare!"

"No, you are right because you are stubborn." I turned around and went upstairs, not intending to fight for that false name.

Now they decided that I was bragging and had no real skills at all.

He said a lot of cynicism, and then flattered him with 'An Daxia'.

I went back to the upstairs room, and Yunzhou was about to go downstairs, but I pushed him back at the stairs.

Looking at the chicken paws in his hand, I knew what he was going to do.

Xiaojiao was about to chase her out of the house, but her forehead was swollen.

"What's the matter?" I raised my hand to press the bump on her head, and soon the big red and swollen bump disappeared.

"Mr. Yun is going to look for you, but you told me to watch him and not let him out of the house, so I stopped him, and as soon as he pushed me...I bumped into the table, but—huh? It doesn't hurt It's gone!" Xiaojiao touched her forehead, the swelling had subsided, and there was no pain at all.

Her thoughts were written all over her face, and she ran back to the house to look in the mirror.

"It's really gone, but obviously..."

"This is my medical skill." I explained, closing the door behind me.

Seeing me coming back, Yunzhou immediately dissipated the evil look on his face just now, and sat back in his chair to browse for snacks.

"Mr. An, your medical skills are amazing. You don't need to apply or drink medicine, and it will disappear?"

"Hundreds of years ago, there was a sect in the martial arts that specialized in practicing internal energy to cure diseases. My medical skills are similar to their methods."

"There is really no trace at all." Xiaojiao looked left and right in front of the mirror, and took a closer look.

"It's a small injury, of course it can be cured."

"Mr. An, your medical skills are much better than that liar, and he is still bluffing and defrauding you under your cover. If you do something bad, it will ruin your reputation. Why don't you expose him?"

"If he wants to use a cover, let him play. To me, he is a cover."

(End of this chapter)