Legendary Pharmacist

After shopping for two streets, Mo Junrong finally got the answer he wanted.

An old woman carrying a fish cage told him: "We have two families named Cheng in Qinghe Town, and one family lives on the bank of the river and is a fisherman.

Another family lives in the west of the town, near the brick shop, which seems to be a craftsman. "

Mo Junrong asked further: "The household surnamed Cheng I want to find has a child named Zheng Qiu. Can mother-in-law tell me which household it is?"

The old woman thought for a while, making Mo Junrong wait impatiently.

It was only after a stick of incense that they replied: "It seems to be the family by the Qing River, they often brag that they have a son who is a cultivator.

It's impossible to think about it. How could a son of a cultivator still stay here and make a living by fishing. "

While talking, the old woman shook her head and laughed, and walked away slowly.

Mo Junrong cupped his fists in thanks, with a smile on his lips, and he found it.

He hurried to the bank of the river, where there was a row of low brick-and-wood houses, and each house had a platform built with wooden boards, extending all the way to the river.

There are seven or eight fishermen standing on the platform, holding bamboo poles and fishing, talking and laughing while waiting for the fish to be hooked.

Mo Junrong straightened his clothes, walked forward waving his fan, and bowed his hands to salute the fishermen.

"Big Brothers, I have something to ask, I wonder if I can help you?"

The fishermen turned their heads to see, isn't this attire a cultivator? How can a cultivator refuse to ask for something?

They put down their fishing rods one after another, stood up and saluted Mo Junrong.

The fisherman closest to Mo Junrong said: "Your Excellency is too modest, we are all rough people, if you have anything to say, just tell me and promise to help."

Mo Junrong nodded with a smile, and said: "I'm looking for a family named Cheng, I heard that they are also fishermen and live by the Qing River.

I also ask you big brothers to help point out the way so that I can meet them earlier. "

One of the fishermen was more vigilant and asked the reason: "We do have a family surnamed Cheng here, why are you looking for them?

They are just fishermen, and they don't seem to have much friendship with practitioners. "

Mo Junrong was about to answer, but another fisherman explained for him first.

"Old Ding, you forgot! The mother-in-law of their family boasted that she had a son, and she went up to the mountain to learn from a teacher at a young age.

In my opinion, that woman may be telling the truth. "

This remark immediately aroused the approval of others, and another fisherman echoed: "It makes sense, you see that all the practitioners have come to him, and it must have something to do with his son..."

Mo Junrong interrupted their discussion, cupped his hands and said: "You guys guessed right, I did know a little brother named Zheng Qiu.

Zheng Qiu is busy with affairs on the mountain. I heard that his parents live in Qinghe Town, so I came here to visit him.

At the same time, on behalf of Zheng Qiu, please ask the two elders to go to a better place to spend their lives. "

Hearing Mo Junrong's words, the fishermen had no doubts and burst out laughing. They praised each other: "Old Cheng's family is so lucky!"

"I didn't expect my son to be so filial. It's not in vain, it's not in vain."

"Now they will live a good life, and they will live a long life!"

"Hey, why are you still sticking around here? Hurry up and take this lord to Old Cheng's house, don't delay his work."

The fishermen quickly put away their fishing rods, carried the fish cages and surrounded Mo Junrong, and surrounded him and walked along the river bank.

When the fishermen gathered around, Mo Junrong smelled a strong fishy smell.

He frowned slightly, then immediately put away his expression and showed a friendly smile again.

According to the plan, he planned to deceive Zheng Qiu's parents away as Zheng Qiu's friend and take them to a suitable place near the Palace of Destiny to settle down.

Before confronting Zheng Qiu, he had to pretend to be a good person and guide Zheng Qiu's parents to use him little by little.

Obedient hostages are far more useful than disobedient hostages, and can even directly affect Zheng Qiu in some ways.

Walked more than seventy feet forward,

In front of an ordinary low brick and wood house, squatting a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard.

There was a large cutting board in front of the man, and a sack of coarse salt beside it.

He cut open the fish he caught, took out the internal organs, and then rubbed them with salt inside and out to marinate them.

When Mo Junrong saw the man's face from a distance, joy filled his heart.

This person's appearance is about 70% similar to Zheng Qiu's, he is definitely Zheng Qiu's father, and his trip went really smoothly.

The fisherman at the front of the crowd waved his arms, ran forward, and snatched the salted fish from the middle-aged man's hand.

"Old Cheng, don't play with your salted fish, your family is going to enjoy themselves!

Get up, get up, it's a big deal! "

The middle-aged man felt baffled. He turned sideways and glanced behind the other party. He was even more puzzled when he saw the nearby fishermen rushing over.

He grabbed the towel hanging around his neck, wiped his hands covered with coarse salt and fish scales, and asked, "What's the matter?

What do so many of you come here for? My family can't afford to eat, so I have to eat elsewhere. "

"Old Cheng, stop joking. From now on, don't say that your family can take care of people like us. Even if there are a hundred more, your family can afford to take care of them!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Cheng looked puzzled. What are these neighbors talking about? No matter how good the fishing is, it is impossible to satisfy so many people's rations.

Finally, an older fisherman said, "Old Cheng, it's about your son.

Go and call your wife, let's go into the house and talk! "

About the son?

Old Cheng showed doubts. Isn't his son working in a brick-burning shop? He has been a brick-burning master for more than ten years, so what else can he do?

At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a person in the crowd who was dressed differently. That person was wearing a high-quality satin factory, and a sword hilt was exposed behind him.

This man is a cultivator!

Old Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes brightened. There are practitioners here. What the neighbors want to talk about is probably about their youngest son.

Thinking of this, Lao Cheng suddenly became anxious, and ran into the distance without looking back.

While running, he waved his arms and shouted: "The door of my house is open, please go in and rest first, I will bring my wife back immediately!"

Seeing Lao Cheng running away, the elderly fisherman bowed to Mo Junrong and asked what he meant.

"My lord, why don't you go to Old Chen's house first, and wait for him to bring his wife back.

His mother-in-law worked in a tailor shop in front of the river bank, not far from here, and Lao Cheng would be back soon. "

Mo Junrong clasped his fists politely and replied: "Then respect is worse than obedience. Just follow Mr. Cheng's suggestion and go to his house and so on."

The cultivator is so easy to talk to, which makes the fishermen very happy.

They helped open the wooden door of Lao Cheng's house, wiped the chairs and tables, and served tea and water to entertain Lao Cheng.

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