Legendary Pharmacist

Stepping onto the 700th floor of Wentian Pavilion, Elder Ming Zong finally slowed down and began to rummage through the classics on the bookshelf.

While rummaging, he stomped his feet lightly, asking if there are rules in the Tiange Pavilion, and once he enters, he must not use exercises. This rule was preserved when the Wentian Pavilion was built, and even the suzerains of all dynasties had to abide by it.

No, he climbed so high with his physical strength, no matter how high his cultivation level was, Elder Ming Zong couldn't bear it due to his age. Now his legs are sore and numb, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

In order to facilitate the search of Wentian Pavilion, the books in the pavilion have been classified, and a brief introduction is engraved on the shelf pallet where each book is placed. Elder Ming Zong looked through the books, but he didn't find what he wanted, so he went to the stairs and continued to go up.

Fangcao Xiaoge, Zheng Qiu, Grandpa and Yunyou ate dinner together. Of course, Grandpa and Yunyou ate normal rice, while Zheng Qiu still ate herbal medicine.

After eating so much amakusa, he has gradually gotten used to the bitter taste of herbs, but the herbs are still placed on the same table with rice, meat, and vegetables, which still makes people feel uncomfortable.

Zheng Qiu picked up the herbs in the bowl and stared at the food on the table, his neck stretched out. Seeing him like this, grandpa hurriedly put some vegetables in the rice bowl, and then brought all the dishes on the table into the kitchen.

Yunyou shrugged and sighed: "Zheng Qiu, it's not that I won't let you eat. You have to learn the exercises, and now you have to pass this test." After she finished speaking, she hugged her rice bowl into her arms, moved the wheelchair and hid in the room to eat.

Zheng Qiu felt depressed, and blamed himself for not being able to resist the temptation, finally had time to get together for dinner, and was just disturbed by himself. He picked up a chopstick full of herbs and stuffed them into his mouth, chewed hard, and sprinkled all his breath on these herbs.

The next day, Zheng Qiu came to the Fangcao Building as usual. He yelled left and right, but he still couldn't hear the master's answer.

Hey, where did the master go? He climbed up the dry ladder, searched layer by layer, from top to bottom, but he didn't see the shadow of the master. It's strange, the master didn't say that there will be no class today, maybe it's something temporary.

Zheng Qiu didn't dare to leave, he was afraid that if his front foot left, the back foot master would come, so he sat on the steps in front of Fangcao Building's gate, took out his chopsticks and practiced folding fingers.

The sun gradually leaned toward the center of the sky, and when Zheng Qiu wanted to leave the steps and go into the building to hide from the sun, there was the sound of flying lights from the sky. He looked up and saw a faint blue streamer, not the master.

Strangely, this streamer turned a corner and flew directly towards Fangcaolou, instead of passing by.

Phew, the streamer fell to the gate, before Zheng Qiu could see who was in the light, he felt the hair blowing around his ears, and then a wave of air hit his face. Zheng Qiu has suffered from such a sudden wave of air more than once, he hastily lay down on the ground, and rolled behind the door panel as fast as he could.

Crashing, the air wave smashed into the air, rushed directly into the hall, and threw the teahouse inside into the wall. Seeing the tables and chairs being smashed into pieces of wood, Zheng Qiu stuck out his tongue, knowing without guessing that the girl who threw the cloud talisman must be the one who shot him.

What's that girl's name? It seems that the master called her Zi Lin.

Zheng Qiu was still remembering, when he realized that his back collar was grabbed, and then a huge force came over, dragging him out from behind the door panel.

"Come out! Why hide!" Mingkong Zilin dragged Zheng Qiu to the middle of the hall like a rag doll, "I didn't expect you to come here, where is old man Mingzong?"

"Uh...uh..."

"What the hell, speak human language!" Mingkong Zilin shook Zheng Qiu, and found that he rolled his eyes and kept scratching his neck.

She looked carefully, and it turned out that she was grabbing the collar and strangling him to death. Mingkong Zilin was startled, and quickly let go of her hand.

Plopping, Zheng Qiu collapsed on the ground like a salted fish, panting with his mouth open.

Mingkong Zilin raised her foot and kicked Zheng Qiu with the toe of her shoe: "Hey,

Hello? Don't scare people! Hello! "

Hoo, hoo, Zheng Qiu finally breathed in the fresh air, gasped for dozens of times, and his flushed face finally returned to normal. He sat up slowly, looked up at the standing person, and it was indeed the girl.

"Where is the old man Ming Zong? Could it be that he can't grow medicine better than you, so he ran away?"

Zheng Qiu sat on the ground and kept shrinking back, stammering and answering: "Master, master is not here, I, I don't know, I know where he went."

Only then did Mingkong Zilin see the blue clouds embroidered on Zheng Qiu's clothes: "Old man Mingzong actually accepted you as an apprentice! This is really strange."

Then she giggled and said, "Hahaha, old man Ming Zong is really stupid, and he is so stupid to accept an apprentice. He has no cultivation at all. Hahaha, master is stupid, so stupid."

"You, you can't say that about master, master..."

Mingkong Zilin stopped smiling suddenly, and approached Zheng Qiu with her hips akimbo: "What can't be done? Do you have any objections?"

Zheng Qiu, who was about to stand up, slapped, and sat down on the ground again. He shrank his head: "No, no, no objection."

"Hmph, you don't have any."

Mingkong Zilin looked around the Fangcao building, turned around and walked outside the building: "When old man Mingzong comes back, tell him that Senior Sister Mingkong Zilin came to look for him."

"Senior Sister?"

"Stinky boy, don't you want to call me Senior Sister?" Mingkong Zilin turned her head, as if wanting to go back into the building again.

Zheng Qiu hurriedly waved his hands: "Think, think, Senior Sister, Senior Sister Mingkong Zilin!"

"That's right! Follow your stupid master well."

Zheng Qiu hid behind the door panel, poked his head out secretly to look at the sky outside the building, the faint blue streamer streaked to the distance and disappeared among the mountains. Huh, he let out a sigh of relief, and finally left. This Mingkong Zilin is really scary, and his life was almost entrusted to her just now.

Looking back into the hall, Zheng Qiu frowned. The tables and chairs were broken everywhere, and the teapot and water cups were also broken. When the master came back and saw this situation, he would definitely lose his temper. Thinking of this, Zheng Qiu found a cloth bag, squatted on the ground to clean up the debris, and cleaned the hall.

Inside the Wentian Pavilion, Elder Ming Zong was still looking for the information he wanted. He had already climbed to the 893rd floor, which was a floor that he himself had never reached.

Ever since he climbed to the 850th floor, he found that the style of the floor had changed. It was no longer the arrangement of four large bookshelves, but individual wooden shelves. Not only books were placed on the wooden shelves, but stone tablets with inscriptions began to appear, animal skins with hot patterns, and even broken silk ribbons.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the ground and the wooden frame, and there was a rotten smell in the air, giving people a gloomy feeling.

Elder Ming Zong held up the lamp stand, inspecting each item. Every time he inspected an item, he would take out a piece of white jade from his pocket and lightly knock it on the wooden frame.

After wandering around for a long time, Elder Ming Zong still didn't find what he was looking for, but he also opened his eyes. There are many materials from a hundred years ago or a thousand years ago.

There are none here, so we can only go further up.

Elder Ming Zong moved his eyes to the stairs, and then went up, wondering if the suzerain would object, so let's go up and have a look first.