"It's not a big problem, I'll write a prescription, you take it and grab the medicine in the back, and you can almost be cured by taking two doses of medicine. ”

The white-bearded old man spread out the paper, picked up the brush and buried his head in writing on it for a while, put down the brush after writing, dried the ink on it, and handed it to the old woman on the side with both hands, "Go grab the medicine!"

The old woman took the piece of paper with the prescription written on it, thanked her, stood up, and walked to the counter under the medicine kitchen in the back, and went to the pharmacy guy behind the counter to grab the medicine.

The white-bearded old man grabbed the teacup on the side, took a sip of tea on the side of his mouth, put down the teacup, and looked up to see a young man standing in the pharmacy door, looking around the pharmacy.

"This little friend, please inside. The white-bearded old man greeted.

Long Zun looked left and right, and finally pointed to his nose, "Call me?"

Seeing the white-bearded old man nodding at him with a smile, he walked inside and stopped beside the white-bearded old man.

"Is Xiaoyou going to see a doctor or taking medicine?" asked the white-bearded old man.

Long Zun thought for a moment and said, "Grab the medicine." ”

"Did you bring the prescription? Xiaoyou can take out the prescription and take a look. ”

"Prescription?" Long Zun scratched his head, and then remembered that he needed a prescription to grab the medicine, and then explained, "I was in too much hurry to go out in the morning, I forgot to bring it, and I will definitely bring it next time, but I remember all the medicines on the prescription." ”

"Remember the medicine on the prescription, go to the counter, there is a guy in the back, tell me the medicine you need, and ask him to grab the medicine for you. ”

Long Zun nodded, walked around the table and chairs beside the white-bearded old man, and came to the counter in front of the medicine kitchen.

The guy behind the counter grabbed a few herbs, put them on the counter, wrapped them in paper packets, and handed them to the old woman.

When the old woman left, the man asked Long Zun, "Tell me what the name of the medicine is, and I'll get it for you." ”

The pharmacy is not too big, can the conversation between the white-bearded old man and Long Zun be able to lower his voice, the guy behind the counter who grabbed the medicine has already heard it clearly.

Looking at the small drawer above the medicine kitchen, Long Zun blinked his eyes, he knew all the words written on the red slip of paper, but he didn't know what medicinal materials these words represented.

The pharmacy guy was very patient, and he was not in a hurry, let alone urging him, but he was half-leaning on the counter and waiting for him to speak.

Long Zun's eyes swept over the red notes, and he was silently thinking in his heart, which of the drawers above the medicine kitchen would contain the elixir.

His head turned slightly, his eyes moved, and he turned to the upper left corner of the medicine kitchen, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he pointed in that direction with his finger and said, "That, the ginseng above." ”

"Are you sure?" asked the pharmacy guy with a little hesitation, wondering if the plainly dressed teenager in front of him could really afford it.

"Sure, you go get it!"

The drugstore guy nodded, turned around and pulled over a stool, stepped on it, pulled open the drawer with the reference on it, and took out a red cloth bag from it.

Stepping down from the stool and returning to the counter, the red cloth bag was placed on the counter, and the pharmacy guy carefully opened the red cloth bag, revealing a dry ginseng inside, which looked thinner than the index finger.

"This ...... It's too bad!" Long Zun glanced at the ginseng in the red cloth bag with disgust, and pouted, "Are there any more vintages?"

The pharmacy guy didn't move, stood behind the counter without saying a word and looked at Long Zun, and said with a straight face: "Ginseng is not cheap, if you don't have the money to come and enjoy it, don't blame me for being polite." ”

The pharmacy guy stretched out his thumb, index finger and middle finger, and rubbed his three fingers against each other to make a gesture asking for money.

"The dog's eyes are low, two gold leaves are not enough, not enough for me. Long Zun reached out and took out two gold leaves from his arms and slapped them directly on the counter.

Looking at the two yellow gold leaves on the counter, the pharmacy guy was stunned for a moment, and with the squirming of the Adam's apple, his mouth drowned a few saliva, and his eyes were reluctant to move away.

"Don't be angry, little friend, I'll arrange for someone to get it. The white-bearded old man stood behind Long Zun, glaring at the guy behind the counter.

"Ahh The pharmacy guy reluctantly glanced at the gold leaf on the counter again, and then turned around and ran to the back hall, and after a while, he came out with a wooden box in his hand.

The white-bearded old man took the wooden box, opened the box, put it on the counter, gestured to a ginseng plant inside and said, "This is the best old ginseng in the pharmacy, are you still satisfied with it?"

Long Zun looked down at the ginseng in the wooden box with only a little aura fluctuation, and sighed in disappointment.

Although ginseng is known as the king of herbs, it is difficult for rich and noble families to use it often, and in his eyes, as long as it is not an elixir, it has no value at all.

"Isn't there a longer vintage?" asked Long Zun, who was reluctant to give up.

The ginseng on the counter already has a little elixir properties, and he believes that the ginseng is very likely to become an elixir if it grows longer, and the name of the king of herbs is not called in vain.

The white-bearded old man lifted the wooden box and said, "This is already the best old ginseng we have here, and if you usually eat a slice, even if you are dying, you can temporarily hang your life." ”

Long Zun shook his head in disappointment, picked up the two gold leaves that had been thrown away on the counter before, put them back on, turned around and left the counter, and walked out of the house.

"You ......" The pharmacy guy behind the counter thought that Long Zun was entertaining them, and wanted to stop them at the exit, but was stopped by the white-bearded old man with his eyes.

As soon as he walked to the door of the pharmacy, Long Zun was about to step out, when a dark shadow ran in from the right side of the door and crashed straight into him.

He stomped on the ground with his legs rooted, his body not moving, and the black shadow that hit him fell under the steps outside the door.

I saw a young man with a young face, sitting at the bottom of the steps of the pharmacy, grinning and rubbing his buttocks.

"Oops, it hurts me, who put the stone at the door. It was as if the boy who had hit the stone got up from the ground with his hands rubbing his buttocks and slapped the dirt on his body a few times.

"How did you walk, don't you have long eyes, don't you see a big living person here?" The young man saw that he bumped into a young man, and immediately bit back.

Long Zun, who was standing at the door, was angry and happy by the words of the young villain who sued him first, but he was a cultivator and was too lazy to bother with an ordinary teenager.

"Forget it, I don't see if you mean it, forget it this time, be careful when you walk next time. The young man limped towards the pharmacy, and when he passed by Long Zun, he suddenly asked, "Are you wearing iron armor, your body is so hard, it's like hitting an iron plate." ”

Long Zun would not explain to him that he was a cultivator, and ordinary people could not touch him no matter how much strength they had.

Walking down the steps, Long Zun saw a little faded cloth bag not far below the steps, the size of which was only the length of a palm.

He walked over and bent down to pick up the cloth bag, and before he could open it to see what was inside, the young man who hit him ran out of the pharmacy in a hurry, standing on the steps, his eyes anxiously looking left and right, and finally his eyes fell on the cloth bag in Long Zun's hand.

The young man's eyes were happy, and he walked quickly to Long Zun's side, snatched the cloth bag, and said, "This thing is mine." ”

Leaving a word, the boy turned around and ran back to the pharmacy.

(End of chapter)