Supreme Medicinal God

Ye Feng shook hands with Nie Qingwu and returned to his room. At this time, his phone rang and Jiang Yixue called.

"Sect Master Ye, someone is looking for you, waiting for you in the reception hall downstairs."

"Oh, are there many people?"

"so many people."

When I rushed downstairs to the parlor, at the door of the parlor, I heard Mr. Mo Da's voice: "Old Du, have time to go to our Fangcunshan."

Eucommia laughed: "Sure, we will definitely go."

Mr. Mo Da and Du Zhong were sitting on the sofa in the living room. Behind him were several young men embroidered with thunder patterns on their clothes. They were all disciples of Fang Cunshan.

Ye Feng half-jokingly said: "Mr. Mo Da, come here."

Mr. Mo Da quickly got up from the sofa and arched his hand: "Sect Master Ye, I'm here to disturb so late, we will leave Huashan tomorrow, and we will say goodbye to Sect Master Ye, and thank you for your fight a few days ago and saved me. The life of a disciple."

"I'm just doing my job as a doctor. If someone is injured, I will definitely help each other without thanks."

A young man threw down on Ye Feng and knelt, scaring Ye Feng.

Ye Feng secretly moved his hand and picked up Zhou Hu like a chick: "Why are you kneeling me?"

Zhou Hu didn’t have time to speak, and Mr. Mo Da explained to him with a smile: "Ye Sect Master really is so forgotten. You saved him that day. He was called Zhou Hu, and he was supposed to hang a line. It's amazing. It takes at least a hundred days for someone to get out of bed, and he has been living for a few days."

That day Zhou Hu was covered in blood and his face was filthy. Today he was wearing a practice gown and was full of energy. He didn't recognize it at once. After a closer look, he realized that Zhou Hu was a bit familiar.

Zhou Hu took out a palm-sized rosewood box from his arms and handed it to Ye Feng: "Sect Master Ye, thank you for the saving grace, and I don't have any valuable gifts to send. I used to like to travel to the famous mountains and dazes, and accidentally found three The black vitality stone is just a gift for you."

Ye Feng pushed the wooden box back again: "How can I receive your gift, I cannot."

Zhou Hu insisted that Ye Feng accept it: "If you don't accept it, I won't get on my knees."

Mr. Mo Da smiled and said: "Sect Master Ye, please accept it. A few pieces of vitality stones are Zhou Hu's intentions."

Ye Feng had to put the box given by Zhou Hu into his arms.

Jiang Yixue brought a few cups of brewed Longjing tea, the tea was overflowing, drinking tea and chatting, talking at length. At this time, there was a noise in the hall.

Li Rouge hurriedly walked in: "Sect Master, a lot of disciples who came to Qingmen flooded in, and they wanted us to surrender their master to the virtual leader."

"Chongxu Daolong is not here with me, whoever wants me."

Ye Feng followed Li Rouge to the hall.

Mr. Mo Dae and Du Zhong looked at each other and asked incomprehensiblely: "Why do they come here to ask Master, isn't Chong Xu Dao in the hospital?"

Eucommia briefly said about the demon occupying the long dead body of Chongxu Dao, and kidnapping Jiang Yixue to the top of Huashan Mountain.

Mr. Mo Da listened and moved, but did not expect that the shadow in the cave could still be attached to the person.

In the hall stood more than a dozen disciples of the Qing Dynasty, headed by a middle-aged Taoist, wearing a tai chi robe, a strand of green whiskers on his chest, a white face, and quite a bit of fairy style bones.

"You are looking for Master, how did you find me here?"

The middle-aged Taoist looked calm: “We have checked the hospital’s monitoring. Our master left the hospital with Miss Jiang. Since Miss Jiang returned to the hotel, we would like to ask Miss Jiang to ask me clearly. Dao, did you come back with you?"

Jiang Yixue was puzzled, she was under the control of the demon at that time, how could she know who went out of the hospital.

"I don't know. I don't even know when I left the hospital. Your master died on top of Huashan Mountain."

As soon as Jiang Yixue's words fell, more than a dozen disciples of the Qing Dynasty suddenly came into an uproar. If he did not believe Jiang Yixue, he thought Jiang Yixue was dying Master.

"You nonsense, he was clearly out of the hospital with you. When he left the hospital, he was very healthy, how could he die on the top of Huashan?"

"Miss Jiang, are you cursing my Master to die?"

"Did you kill my master?"

Ye Feng coldly said: "You are looking for Master, go to the top of Huashan, don't mess around here, otherwise, I'm welcome to you."

An invisible murderousness pervaded silently, and more than a dozen disciples of the Shangqing Gate felt like a mountain over their heads fell down. They were suddenly terrified and exited the Huashan Hotel.

"We still go to the top of Huashan to find a master."

"Maybe, Master is really there."

"Leave two people watching here in case they slip away."

Hearing the disciples of the Shangqing Gate, Du Zhong said helplessly: "If disciples of the Shangqing Gate find the body of the Chongxu Dao on the top of Huashan Mountain, they will definitely think that Ye Feng did it."

Mr. Mo Da said: "If it is necessary for me to testify for Ye Feng, the death of Chongxu Dao has nothing to do with Ye Feng."

Du Zhong smiled bitterly: "Thank you Mr. Mo Da for your trust, but they won't believe it."

Ye Feng sneered: "If they really dare to come again, I will let them come and go."

As expected by Eucommia, from the night until the early morning of the next day, there were people staring near the Huashan Hotel. Although they did not wear the clothes of Qingmen, from their thin faces and walking postures, it was not difficult to see that they were Shangqingmen. disciple.

The next morning, official disciples such as Du Zhong left the Huashan Hotel one after another. The originally lively Huashan Hotel lost half of its guests.

Li Rouge, they also prepared their luggage, ready to return to the Yihua Palace at noon.

Near noon, three old bells of Shangqingmen Road came to the Hua Hotel.

The three elders did not show up in the ancient martial arts competition. They apparently came from the main rudder of the Shangqingmen overnight, and they were all ancient martial arts in the late congenital.

The wrinkles on their faces can pinch mosquitoes, but their movements are agile, their eyes are like electricity, and the robe is self-assured without wind, showing that the internal force is deep and extraordinary.

They asked the hotel about Ye Feng's room: "We're looking for Master Ye."

The lady at the front desk had a good professional quality and answered kindly: "If the three directors are looking for someone, please come to the reception room, we will call Master Ye Zong and let him come down to meet you."

The three old-fashioned expressions are determined and persistent: "No, I will go directly to him. If I can't find him, we won't go back."

Ye Feng has been sitting in the hotel lobby in the morning, looking at the tablet, drinking the charcoal-burning Blue Mountain Coffee, and waiting for the people with Shangqingmen to seek revenge.

He noticed them from the beginning when three old men entered the hotel door.

Ye Feng sat on the soft sofa and sneered: "Why do the three directors find me Ye Feng?"

(End of this chapter)