Legendary Pharmacist

Cheng Bold and his wife Cheng Fumei stood at the table and did not dare to sit down. They felt that their identities were different, and they still had to respect practitioners.

At this time, Mo Junrong showed an approachable look, stood up and invited the two to sit down: "Don't stand still, please sit down and talk.

You are Zheng Qiu's parents, and Zheng Qiu is my brother, so I still have to call them Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng. "

While speaking, Mo Junrong held Cheng Bold's rough hand, slowly led him to the table, and then stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down.

This practitioner who came to visit unexpectedly has already shown such an attitude, Cheng and his wife will not know what to do if they don't sit down.

After the two sat down, a young fisherman next to him poured tea for Lao Cheng and his wife according to the usual posture in restaurants.

At the same time, he carefully changed the tea in front of Mo Junrong into a cup of hot one.

Cheng Dachun remembered what Master Practitioner said just now, couldn't bear the excitement in his heart, and immediately asked: "Master, I don't know what your name is?

You mentioned my son Zheng Qiu just now, where is Zheng Qiu now and how is he doing? "

If it were an ordinary person, Cheng Dachun would have rushed forward, hugged the other person's shoulders and questioned him loudly.

But the other party is a cultivator, and he knows that cultivators live on the mountain, and they are very powerful.

Therefore, he appeared cautious when questioning, and did not dare to make any outrageous movements.

"My surname is Mo."

Mo Junrong cupped his fists and bowed to Cheng and his wife, with a bright smile on his face: "Congratulations to you two first, congratulations to you two!

Zheng Qiu is now a very famous cultivator, with high strength, and is highly regarded by the elders of the sect. "

Hearing this, Cheng Dachun and Cheng Fumei were overjoyed, and they held hands tightly, suppressing the joy in their hearts.

When the youngest son left with Mr. Zheng, he was still an ordinary person. The only thing the couple knew was that Mr. Zheng was going to take Zheng Qiu to a distant place to learn from a teacher.

Therefore, the two usually boast that their youngest son is successful in cultivation and has great magical powers, but it is just out of good expectations, and there is no concrete evidence.

But now a practitioner came to visit and personally confirmed that Zheng Qiu had become a practitioner. For the couple, what they had been looking forward to for many years finally came true.

The fishermen standing inside the house, and the people who had gathered around the house to watch, all whispered after hearing Mo Junrong's words.

For a moment, they looked at Lao Cheng and his wife with a trace of respect and envy.

A son of a cultivator, no matter how strong the son is, is also at a level beyond the world.

And with such a son, the old Cheng family is no longer an ordinary family, and their status can be said to have risen with the tide.

If Lao Cheng's youngest son, Zheng Qiu, married a wife and had children who were also cultivators, then maybe Lao Cheng and his wife would become the patriarchs of a new family of practitioners.

Mo Junrong could see the changes in the expressions of Cheng Dachun and Cheng Fumei, and he also caught a glimpse of the emotional changes of the surrounding crowd from the corner of his eyes.

Very good, the first step has been completed, and the next step is to take advantage of the opportunity when they are happy and lose their guard, and trick them to follow me.

Mo Junrong secretly moved his left hand under the table, and with a light tap of his finger, activated the psychedelic spell paper pasted under the table.

A vague disturbance spread to the surroundings, like an extremely weak wind, which did not attract anyone's attention.

After activating the talisman paper, Mo Junrong opened the folding fan, smiled and told about his acquaintance with Zheng Qiu, and revealed the purpose of coming to Qinghe Town this time.

"...That's how it is, Zheng Qiu and I met at the inn, and we call each other brothers...

His understanding of medicinal materials is astonishing, and he has unique insights into many diseases, so he is famous...

Although he and I worship under the names of different sects, we often go back and forth, and there is no estrangement between us..."

Mo Junrong put away his fan, clasped his fists in salute and said: "This time, Brother Zheng Qiu entrusted me to find the two elders, and invited the two elders to go with me to live in a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and spiritual energy that nourishes people.

From now on, Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng will no longer have to worry about trivial matters in life.

Can live a good life with rich clothes and good food. "

Cheng Bold had never read any books, and he knew only a hundred or so of the most commonly used characters. The long list of experiences Mo Junrong said earlier made him dizzy.

However, he did understand the latter part of the sentence. This cultivator surnamed Mo came this time because he wanted to move.

It's not a problem to move, but where to move, you can't just rely on the other party's words.

But as soon as this question popped up in his head, he was immediately forgotten, as if this kind of doubt was untenable, and he should trust the other party unconditionally.

Of course Cheng Dachun didn't know that when Mo Junrong was speaking, the psychedelic talisman paper under the table released waves, imprinting every sound with a powerful brand.

These imprinted voices entered Cheng Dachun's ears, and were deeply engraved in his mind like lettering, leaving an indelible impression on him.

The effect brought about by this is that no matter what problem Cheng Dachun thinks about, he will go through what Mo Junrong said first, causing the original problem in his mind to be downplayed.

Cheng Dachun's final question became: "Lord Mo, where are we going to move? Is it far from Qinghe Town?"

The smile on Mo Junrong's face became wider. Cheng Dachun's question was equivalent to a disguised promise to move. The effect of the psychedelic spell paper is really good.

He waved the folding fan in his hand and said: "Don't worry, you two, the new residence is arranged in the wonderful place of Yunxiu Continent, and the scenery is guaranteed to be beautiful and pleasant.

Moreover, this position was chosen by Zheng Qiu himself, and abundant aura is conducive to longevity. "

Cheng Fumei, Zheng Qiu's mother, asked, "Then why didn't Zheng Qiu..."

She was suddenly stuck in the middle of her sentence, and she couldn't speak the rest of the sentence after opening her mouth.

Mo Junrong knew that Cheng Fumei wanted to ask why Zheng Qiu didn't come, but the question was affected by the psychedelic spell paper, and half of the question was canceled out.

In order to be convincing, Mo Junrong made up a pretense to explain: "Zheng Qiu is now a celebrity in his sect, he has to deal with countless affairs every day, and the rest time is only a day or two.

This time is not enough for him to come to Qinghe Town to pick up the elders, so he can only ask me to make a trip.

Oh, by the way, I heard that the second elder also has an eldest son who recently left Qinghe Town to work elsewhere.

You two don't have to worry, I will come to Qinghe Town to pick you up after I send the two elders to their new residence. "

After all, Mo Junrong looked at the other party's eyes full of joy and longing, and knew that he had succeeded.

He stood up and greeted the onlookers at the door: "Please do me a favor, go get a carriage here, so I can take Mr. Cheng and Mrs. Cheng out of town."

Mo Junrong's psychedelic talisman had a wide range of effects. Not only were all the people in the room affected, but even those outside the room were also affected, and they all believed in his words.

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