The bright sunlight shines on the ginkgo biloba leaves that have been dyed yellow by time, and the veins are vertical and horizontal. The cool afternoon breeze swept through the gaps in the well-textured leaves, evoking the "autumn rain" in the sky.

The swagger falls, and the quiet forest path is covered with layers of apricot leaves.

"Hurry up! Don't grind like a, you won't see anything when you're late. The man running in front looked impatient, "This is a competition between the Elder of the Sacrifice Yuan and the disciples of Yun He Zun, and it is your ancestor who has accumulated eight lifetimes of virtue if you can meet it." ”

A group of black-pressed heads on the path kept moving forward, and the mighty team of five hundred people disappeared into the depths of the forest in less than two minutes, leaving only the ground full of mutilated leaves......

Spacious open space

Qingchen looked at the surrounding scenery: the flowers are full of flowers, the trees are shady, and it is not bad......

She has been in the Chinese Medicine Association for so many days, and she still doesn't know that there is such a good place here.

"Uncle Xiao, don't be nervous later, it's like playing." Huang Ming, whose forehead was soaked with beads of sweat, twisted his hands tightly, "It doesn't matter if you lose, the most powerful person in my heart will always be Uncle Xiao." ”

Qingchen retracted his gaze, looked at Huang Ming, whose facial muscles were stiff like ice cubes, and spoke, "I won't lose." ”

"Oh, little uncle, it's good if you're not nervous."

A trace of surprise appeared on his always indifferent face, Qingchen looked at Huang Ming with a stunned expression, was silent for a while, and then the corners of his lips opened slightly,

"Yes."

The sacrificial dust not far away took in the interaction between the two, and a few black lines slid down his forehead inexplicably.

Who's nervous......

A high platform stands in the center of the field, with three extremely formulaic tables and chairs placed below. The three meters outside the high platform was full of disciples of the Chinese Medicine Association, and everyone's eyes were shining with dazzling light and their faces were excited.

Looking at the expressions of the disciples, a trace of relief appeared in the eyes of the priests.

The Chinese Medicine Association, it's been a long time since I've made such a fuss.

Yu Guang glanced at the girl with a calm face beside him,,, it's time for the Chinese Medicine Association to boil, and it will be in the whole of Kyoto! Sai Chen's eyes were firm, he believed in Shizun, and he also believed in this child.

"The elders are here!"

There was a sudden uproar under the high platform, and after a period of noise, the crowd automatically gave way to a way, and the three figures came towards Qingchen like the moon.

With a fixed gaze, Qingchen looked at the two men walking behind Sai Yuan steadily.

The man in black is full of momentum, his indifferent eyes say that no one is close, and his face is fair, perhaps, it is more in line with his abnormally white complexion to describe it as pale. To Qingchen's surprise, there were no traces of age on that face, and the wrinkle-free face made him look like he was only twenty years old. As far as Qingchen knows, the elders in the Chinese Medicine Association are all over half a hundred years old, is it ......

Thinking of this, Qingchen frowned, and then a "lively" voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Hello everyone! Long time no see, did you miss me?! The old man in red was full of smiles, and the corners of his eyes were full of folds, and the beard on the corners of his mouth was curled.

"Yes!" The sound of the earth shaking shook the mountain and woke up the trance-like Emperor Ming, and when he turned his head, he saw Qingchen looking at several elders for a moment,

"Uncle Junior, the one in black is the Second Elder Sacrifice Heng, and the one in red is the Fourth Elder Sacrifice Yun. Elder Sacrifice Yuan ranks third among the elders, and what you have seen before is the Great Elder Sacrifice Dust. "The emperor's nephew explained to Qingchen.

"Yes." Looking at the man in black without taking his eyes off, Qingchen replied lightly.

In a short time, the three elders were already three steps away from Qingchen.

"Big brother, as soon as I heard your urgent call, I rushed back non-stop. How? Brother, I especially moved you. The four elders had a good look of the brothers, so that the sacrificial dust, who had always had a strict attitude, was also slightly relaxed.

Before the sacrificial dust could speak, an exaggerated exclamation sounded in the huge empty field.

"Yo, this little doll is Yun He's apprentice." The red clothes shook their slightly longer sleeves, "He looks very delicate and lovely, much better than Yunhe." ”

Hearing someone say bad things about his master, Qingchen's eyes darkened, his hand touched his waist, and he held the silver needle inside, showing his attacking posture.

"Yikes! Little doll, you're going to attack me! Seeing Qingchen's face wary of him, Sai Yun looked sad, "Why are you willing to hurt a superb man like me, who combines beauty and wisdom?" ”

And the disciples in the audience had already made a fuss.

"Isn't it, that little girl is Yun Hezun's apprentice?!"

"I saw her standing with the Great Elder just now, and I was still thinking about whose child it was, but I didn't expect it to be His Excellency's personal disciple."

"However, can such a young child be courted by the Elder of the Sacrifice Yuan?" ……

"Quiet." A voice full of majesty sounded.

The fierce eyes of the priest scanned the crowd, and under the compelling aura, the disciples timidly closed their restless mouths.

"Below, is the competition between the Elder of the Sacrifice Yuan and the Venerable Disciple Qingchen, the first game: medicine comparison! , the judges and the referees entered, and no one retreated three meters away. ”

The red-clothed "Sao Bao" uncle glanced at Xiao Qingchen charmingly, twisted his bewitching posture, and swayed towards the judges' seat.

Sai Heng walked towards his place with a cold face, as if the qiē that happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

As she passed the girl, she paused invisibly and strode away.

Qingchen immediately felt a gloomy light fall on him and raised his head.

Sai Yuan was wearing a sturdy suit today, with a thick bandage around his neck, and the whole person was much thinner than before, and the clothes that originally fit him looked empty.

"Don't think you'll be fine if you save me, I'll make you pay for your actions!" Leaving down a cruel word, Sai Yuan turned around and walked to the high platform.

"Uncle Junior, you can go with confidence, I have already asked for leave from the school, you just need to play with peace of mind." Huang Ming's hands were twisted again, "Don't be nervous! ”

Glancing at the "original form" of Huang Ming, Qingchen nodded and stepped on the stairs leading to the high platform.

One tall and one short creates a stark contrast on the high platform.

Qingchen was still dressed in pure white padded cotton, indifferently accepting the scrutiny of thousands of eyes in the audience.

"Since Qingchen Xiaoyou injured the sacrifice first, it was up to you to start, do you have any opinions?" Saichen asked the girl standing like a green bamboo on the high platform.

The girl nodded slightly.

"Okay, first round: the first wind chill."

"Five dollars for slices of whiskers and ginger, fry in a bowl of water, add an appropriate amount of brown sugar, and weigh it hot. Sweat before going to bed and heal the next day. Pharmacology spat out the girl's mouth, which kept opening and closing.

Sai Chen glanced at Sai Heng, who was still expressionless in the audience, and the latter nodded indifferently.

"Qingchen has passed. Sacrifice Yuan: The wind and cold accumulate for a long time. ”

"Daytime therapy is the same as the initial wind and cold, before going to bed, apply pasty garlic to the Yongquan acupoint on both feet, wrap the feet with white cloth, remove it the next day, and heal in two or three days." Sai Yuan's face was full of disdain, and he still wanted to test him for this kind of Cheng Dù question? Joke!

Sai Heng still nodded, and the four elders of "Sao Bao" lay on the chair, yawning for a long time.

"It's all over." The sound of sacrificial dust echoed in the field,

"Qingchen, second round: wheezing."