Legendary Pharmacist

"Thank you for your kindness and kindness. I don't know what virtue and ability I have to make you care so much."

The skinny practitioner bowed to the commander repeatedly, listening to the voice, the commander was a middle-aged man, but his face was tightly wrapped, and the thin man couldn't tell his appearance.

The person in charge ignored the thin man's respectful words, but said with a little dissatisfaction, "Can't you talk? Don't drink water to wash your throat."

"Yes, what my lord said is true!" The thin man quickly took out the tin pot from his clothes, and hurriedly opened the lid.

As soon as the lid of the pot was opened, a strong stench hit his face. The thin man accidentally inhaled it, and immediately retched, clutching his throat.

How can it be so smelly? He pulled up his sleeves over his mouth and nose, and tipped the kettle to pour out the contents.

Hush, huh, what came out was a series of small yellow-brown pieces, mixed with a lot of powder of the same color.

The commander backed away calmly, avoiding getting his clothes stained, "You've been cheated, this is dry shit."

Hearing the commander's words, the thin man's face flushed instantly, and he stood there blankly, feeling anger and humiliation rose from his chest and flooded his mind directly.

Countless words flashed in his mind, "Master Commander attaches great importance to me, and personally instructed me to find Qingshui, but I was tricked by three little beggars. Fortunately, I am still a cultivator..."

The commander had been observing his expression, and seeing his anger, he said, "I'm very disappointed, you can't even handle three children, you're not qualified..."

Slap, the thin man slapped himself forcefully on the face, bent down and interrupted the commander, "My lord, please give me one more, one more chance! Just one, one time!"

After the thin man said this, he found that the commander hadn't left, but he didn't answer either. He didn't dare to straighten up, so he kept bending, waiting for the commander's decision.

After a while, the commander finally replied slowly, "Okay, since I want a chance, I'll give it to you once. There is a hole under the city wall on the northwest side, which is very hidden, and three little beggars are hiding inside."

The thin man suddenly raised his head, with a fiery gleam in his eyes.

The commander waved his hand, motioning him to leave quickly, "Hurry up and show off your skills."

"Thank you, sir!" The thin man clasped his fists vigorously, turned around and ran into the alley.

In the dark hole in the wall, Ma Peng groped to take out the water bag, carefully put it in the innermost side, and then covered it with a few wall bricks.

When the three of them came back, it was almost evening, and it would be dark in a while, so the begging for rations had to be done tomorrow.

The three of them were looking for a comfortable position, preparing to go to bed early to save energy.

At this moment, continuous vibrations came from outside the city wall, and at the same time as the vibrations, there was the sound of wall bricks breaking.

The three who were about to fall asleep were startled, and Zheng Qiu said uncertainly, "Why is it shaking outside again? Could it be that someone is fighting."

The eared cat was close to the hole, so he leaned against the hole, moved the wall brick slightly, and looked out with his eyes.

After only one glance, he sealed the wall tiles, nervously crawled back inside, and kept saying, "It's over, it's over! It's over now!"

Ma Peng held Ear Mao's shoulders and kept shaking, trying to calm him down, "Don't worry, talk slowly, what's going on outside? What's the end?"

"That cultivator has come after him and is smashing the wall outside." There was a hint of crying in the ear cat's voice.

Hearing Ermao's words, Ma Peng and Zheng Qiu gasped at the same time, and asked doubtfully, "Could it be a mistake? How could that cultivator come here? No one here knows."

"That's right, it's him. I didn't know he would come here. He didn't chase us when we escaped." The ear cat became more and more frightened as he spoke, his voice trembling constantly.

The ear cat was so sure that Zheng Qiu also panicked, and he said to himself, "What can we do, we are stuck here, and we can't even run away."

Ma Peng gritted his teeth, and said fiercely, "What else can I do? Instead of being stuck here and waiting to die, it's better to go out and fight him."

He held Zheng Qiu's shoulder with one hand, and the eared cat with the other, "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! Let's give it a go, even if we die, we must give him some color."

Zheng Qiu could feel that Ma Peng was holding his hand, trembling slightly. It turned out that he was also very scared, but he didn't show it, but cheered himself and the ear cat.

Calm down, calm down, Zheng Qiu tried his best to restrain his fear, turned his head to think of a solution, suddenly his eyes lit up, and a picture flashed in his mind.

That was when he was in the alley, and he threatened the practitioner with a tin pot in his hand. At that time, the practitioner was only less than three feet away from him.

But the cultivator did not try to snatch it, but put away his weapon and allowed himself to retreat.

He recalled carefully, those cultivators who were fighting at the water fetching point were all rampaging at an astonishingly fast speed.

However, this skinny cultivator did not dare to cross a distance of less than three feet to snatch the tin pot because of the obstruction of Ermao and Ma Peng. Could it be that his cultivation base is not high.

The idea popped up in his mind and could never be erased.

That's right, it must be the reason. This person's cultivation base is not high, so he is not sure to grab the iron pot before he pours the water.

In this way, it was not the cultivator who held back the three people who were blown away by the wave of anger at the beginning, but that person only had this ability.

A light of hope suddenly lit up in Zheng Qiu's heart, and he hurriedly told his companions, "Don't panic, that cultivator may not be very capable, I found out..."

Outside, the skinny cultivator grabbed the fallen wall bricks with halos in his hands, and smashed them hard against the city wall.

The halo on his hand is very vague, it is light gray, and it can only be vaguely seen when one or two feet away.

Bang, bang, the thin man bared his teeth, frantically urged the few energy in his meridians, and slapped the wall brick in his hand against the city wall.

The city wall was hit, and the cracks in the hit place were dense like spider webs, and the broken bricks crashed down.

The thin man smashed for a long time, but he couldn't find the hole in the wall mentioned by the commander. He was very anxious.

With his current cultivation base, it is quite a heavy burden to mobilize his energy to attack for so long, but the city wall on the northwest side is so long, when will he find out.

The thin man's anger slowly receded and turned into impatience.

Since the commander asked him to show his skills, he must watch it somewhere. If he stops to rest now, he will definitely be completely disappointed.

But the city wall is so long, there is no hole in the wall at a glance, the three little beggars must have sealed the hole, if he smashed it like this, even if he ran out of strength, he would not be able to find the hole.

The thin man was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, and kept moving his feet on the ground.

Think of a way, think of a way quickly, he raised his hand and slapped his forehead continuously, hoping that doing so would make his brain spin faster.

After a while, he clenched his fist and swung it vigorously, thinking of a way.

The thin man turned over the iron pot belt on his waist and pulled out the yellowed soft sword from the inside, then he stared at the city wall with a fierce look in his eyes.