Listening to Mu Ziru's words, Doctor Crepe was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Why did you have to leave when you came back?"

My son, who has been away from home for seven years, has only been back for a few days?

Retracting his gaze, Mu Ziru showed a faint smile at the crepe doctor, and said helplessly: "The children don't want to miss the triennial Nine Kingdoms Martial Arts Conference, they want to go and see the excitement, but more importantly, those herbs! Those herbs need to wait for a hundred years every time they mature, and this year is the time of the hundred-year round, which is a rare treasure that can not be found! When the herbs are collected, the children will come back." As soon as the words changed, Mu Ziru asked, "Dad, why are you still grinding medicine so late?"

Hearing Mu Ziru's question, Doctor Crepe subconsciously glanced back at the medicinal materials on the tea table behind him, and then turned back to Mu Ziru and smiled: "I'm too busy during the day, you know, grinding medicine is also particular, Ah Ming and I have not been studying medicine for a long time, I don't worry about handing it over to him, so I can only grind it myself at night." Otherwise, where will the medicinal use come from tomorrow!"

Pushing one side of the door to the maximum, Mu Ziru stepped past the crepe doctor and walked into the room, and said with a smile while walking towards the medicine: "I haven't touched these things for a long time, Dad, you go to sleep first! Let the child try his hand tonight, see if the child still remembers how to grind the medicine." ”

Looking at Mu Ziru's back walking towards the medicine mill, the crepe doctor showed a comforting smile and replied softly, "Okay." Then it's up to you. ”

With that, the crepe doctor closed the door and walked towards the wooden bed with a blue curtain hanging from one side. He taught his son single-handedly, and he believed that even after a long time, he would still remember some things to do!

Mu Ziru sat down on a low stool facing the direction of the door and began to grind the medicine. The medicinal materials in the medicine mill constantly emitted the sound of being squeezed and broken and the sound of bronze vessels rubbing back and forth, which was not noisy and harsh, but reassuring.

After grinding for a while, Mu Ziru looked sideways at the crepe doctor who was lying on the wooden bed with his back to him, his breathing gradually becoming longer, pursed his lips and showed a faint smile, then lowered his face and continued to work hard to grind the medicine.

Mu Ziru is not good at caring about others, even if that person is his father! Perhaps, this is the only thing he can do for him in this life!

Following. Halfway through the hour.

Because Mu Ziru's body has not fully grown before he left home, the clothes at home are still the ones he wore seven years ago, and now he has come back after seven years of leaving home, although those clothes are still there, but he can't wear them at all, so Mu Ziru has no clothes to pack.

After having breakfast with the crepe doctor, and after being told by the crepe doctor, Mu Ziru casually packed up the things that might be used on the road, and then said goodbye to the crepe doctor and went to the direction of the south gate of the crepe level.

On the way, when passing by a shop called "Mingyang Pavilion" that sells jewelry, Mu Ziru pondered for a while and then entered the shop, found the owner of Mingyang Pavilion, and took out the jade token engraved with the word "saint" that Zhu Zimo gave him that day to show the boss.

As soon as the boss saw the token in Mu Ziru's hand, his face immediately changed, and he hurriedly invited Mu Ziru to the guest room on the second floor, and after closing the door, he knelt down on Mu Ziru's knees, and called respectfully: "Little Ming Jingyang See the Holy Envoy!"

Spring in the south is sunny and sunny for thousands of years.

The street outside the Mingyang Pavilion is full of people, men, women and children, buying and selling goods, bargaining, and it is very lively, but the guest room on the second floor of the Mingyang Pavilion is quiet, and even the sound of breathing can be heard.

Looking at Ming Jingyang, the owner of Mingyang Pavilion who was kneeling on his knees and was very respectful, Mu Ziru waved his hand very impatiently: "Don't come to these false courtesies with me, it's annoying to look at!"

Mu Ziru really didn't like this kind of kneeling ceremony, so he only asked Ming Jingyang: "I heard that the second young master of the Zhu family became a relative a few days ago, why didn't he see that young lady Zhu when he went to the Zhu Mansion to wander around?"

In the Heavenly Saint Gate, except for Mu Ziru, Lin Zhiwu, the Blue Dragon White Tiger Xuanwu Vermilion Bird, and the twelve hall masters of the Xuanwu Shadow Troupe led by Xuanwu, the rest of the Heavenly Saint Gate people did not know the true identity of the Heavenly Saint Gate Sect Master. Yes, Mu Ziru asked the "second young master of the Zhu family", not the "door master".

"Holy envoy, it is reported that Second Young Master Zhu's wife was kidnapped about ten days ago, and her whereabouts are still unknown. Ming Jingyang knelt on the ground on his knees, his head hung low, his forehead was on the ground, and his tone was extremely respectful, with a slight trembling, as if it was because of - excitement?!

The Holy Envoy of the Heavenly Holy Gate, there is a mysterious existence in the Heavenly Holy Gate like the master of the door, and now, this mysterious existence is standing in front of him, how can he not be excited?

"Have you been kidnapped?" Mu Ziru muttered, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up with an evil smile-

can kidnap his wife under Zhu Zimo's nose, it seems that the other party is not small!

The sunlight that penetrated into the guest room from the window was a little dim, and there were many microorganisms floating in the air, and Ming Jingyang still knelt on the ground in fear, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold ground, and he didn't dare to breathe.

Although the people in the seat stopped talking after asking, Ming Jingyang never dared to raise his eyes to look, for fear of offending the people in the seat.

Not only that, but Ming Jingyang was still thinking about it with all his might, wondering if there was something he hadn't done well, otherwise why wouldn't their Holy Envoy have not spoken for a long time?

Mu Ziru, who was sitting in the seat, didn't know that because of his silence, Ming Jingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, began to panic, and he was only thinking about Zhu Zimo's wife.

Damn Zhu Zimo! Dare to marry him before Mu Ziru comes back, if he doesn't kill Zhu Zimo well, he can't stand his conscientiousness for the Heavenly Holy Gate for more than ten years! Obviously, Mu Ziru forgot that he disappeared for seven years during this period!

Mu Ziru thought about it freely, but he didn't notice that Ming Jingyang, who was kneeling on the ground, was already panicked, and suddenly trembled all over—why did he suddenly feel so cold!!How did he feel like he was going to be calculated......

"You are under the command of Bai Hu, the second of the four leaders, right?" Looking down at Ming Jingyang, the boss of Mingyang Pavilion who was kneeling on the ground, Mu Ziru suddenly asked.

Ming Jingyang didn't dare to hide anything, and hurriedly replied respectfully: "Yes." In the Tiansheng Gate, except for the rice shop, restaurants, and teahouses, the rest of the industries such as jade, cloth, and money are under the jurisdiction of the White Tiger Chief. The subordinates are the subordinates of the seventeen of the thirty-six hall masters under the White Tiger leader. ”

Nodding, Mu Ziru hooked his lips and said with an evil smile: "You take a hundred thousand taels of silver tickets for the envoy and record it under the account of the door master." In the future, if the white tiger comes to check the accounts, you will tell the white tiger that the 100,000 taels of silver were taken by the envoy. If the white tiger asks you for silver, you ask him to find the doorman. ”

Looking up at Mu Ziru suddenly, Ming Jingyang asked with some stumbling back, "Uh???ten, ten, 100,000 taels??"

Mu Ziru's words really startled Ming Jingyang, making him forget his original panic in an instant, but under the shock, Ming Jingyang's words were also a little knotted, as if he had bitten his tongue.

didn't answer, Mu Ziru just smiled evilly and nodded, indicating that he wasn't joking.

Seeing Mu Ziru nodding, Ming Jingyang instantly had a feeling of wanting to cry without tears: 100,000 taels!

Seeing Ming Jingyang's embarrassment, Mu Ziru smiled "gently", and said softly: "Don't worry, since you are from my Heavenly Holy Sect, I will not be embarrassed by you." In this way, you will go to the envoy to get a set of four treasures in the study, and the envoy will write you a note for withdrawal, and you will have an explanation when the white tiger checks the accounts in the future. With the withdrawal note written by the envoy, the white tiger will definitely not embarrass you. "But if Ah Mo knew about it, he would definitely be angry for a while! 100,000 taels of silver! Ah Mo should be distressed to death! Haha!

"Yes, yes!" Hearing that Mu Ziru offered to leave a withdrawal note as a certificate, Ming Jingyang naturally happily agreed, and soon went to get the four treasures of the study room for Mu Ziru and put them on the only table in the guest room, but he was a little afraid that Mu Ziru would regret not leaving him the certificate.

The pen is a brand-new high-grade wolf pen, the ink strip is made of high-grade gold ink through 9981 processes (the words written in this ink are faintly golden, and the light is radiant, generally a tribute), the paper is the best rice paper produced in Anqing County, Zhengyang Province, Jiangnan (will not halo ink, generally a tribute), and the inkstone is a jade inkstone made of ink jade.

No matter which country this set of four treasures of the study is placed in, it is used as a tribute to the emperor, and ordinary ministers may not be able to use it so completely!

Look at how big Mu Ziru's face is! The boss of Mingyang Pavilion even prepared all the best pens, ink, paper and inkstones for Mu Ziru, and he didn't dare to take them out for Mu Ziru to use.

I saw that Ming Jingyang carefully poured some water from the kettle on the table into the jade inkstone, and then picked up the golden ink and began to grind.

When the ink was halfway through, Ming Jingyang suddenly stopped, looked at Mu Ziru, and asked respectfully: "I don't know if the Holy Envoy wants 100,000 taels of silver tickets, or will he take some of the cash silver first, and the rest of the silver taels will be temporarily stored in the money village and then withdrawn later?"

"It's a bit of a hindrance to take it all out, and if you lose it, you're going to lose a lot of money. Let's take some of the cash first, and store the rest temporarily. Mu Ziru thought for a moment and then answered.

"Then I don't know how much cash the Holy Envoy wants to withdraw and how many taels of silver will be temporarily stored?" asked Ming Jingyang.

Without hesitation, Mu Ziru said: "You can take 10,000 taels of silver for the envoy, and the remaining 90,000 taels will be temporarily stored in the money village under the White Tiger of Zài, and then take the deposit ticket when the envoy needs it in the future." ”

"The subordinate understood. With that, Ming Jingyang stopped talking, and then picked up the ink again and concentrated on grinding.