The monkeys in the mountains are much wilder than the monkeys in the zoo, so when they saw Yan Murong pointing at them, they didn't show any frightened and frightened expressions, but looked at Yan Murong screaming as if they were discussing something.

"Catch it back?" Zhao Chen said worriedly. "What if the monkeys are really the source of infection? What should we do if we are infected? ”

"No, it won't." Yan Murong said affirmatively. "The virus doesn't spread through the air – if it does, then the families of the infected villagers should have already been infected."

"But how do you know that monkeys are the source of infection? Aren't they all right? ”

"It's hard to say, maybe they don't have a susceptibility to the virus." Yan Murong shook his head and said. "Although monkeys are also primates, they are still different from humans after all."

"W-okay." Zhao Chen hesitated for a moment and asked. "How to catch it? The branches are so thin, can you climb them? ”

"Who said I was going to climb up." Yan Murong smiled proudly, and as soon as his palm was flipped, a slender silver needle appeared in his hand.

"Silver needle?" Zhao Chen looked at the silver needle in Yan Murong's hand and asked in confusion. "You're going to knock it down with a silver needle?"

After speaking, she remembered that this guy seemed to have used a small pebble to fly the wild fruit in his hand just now.

In an instant, Zhao Chen suddenly sounded the ancient dragon, remembered Jin Yong, and remembered the heroes of their martial arts.

Hidden weapons, yes, he used hidden weapons.

Every girl has a martial arts dream in her heart, when they dream, they will fantasize about themselves as a heroine of martial arts, and when they see those turf bullies who go to the street with dog legs to tease the big girl and little daughter-in-law, they will do chivalrous righteousness, and the small flying knife in their hands will be thrown away, and then they will leave without leaving their names.

Thinking that Yan Murong might be this legendary martial arts master, Zhao Chen's eyes began to bloom with little stars.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?" Yan Murong looked at Zhao Chen, who looked at him like a nymphomaniac, and asked suspiciously. I secretly thought, can't this stupid woman be infected?

"Huh?" Zhao Chen reacted immediately, looked at Yan Murong and said. "You're a hero?"

"What's that?" Yan Murong was stunned, and for a while he didn't react at all to what Zhao Chen's words suddenly meant.

Isn't this a discussion about how to fight monkeys? How did you get to the topic of heroes?

"Are you a hero?" Zhao Chen looked at Yan Murong and asked seriously.

"Hero?" Yan Murong was stunned for a long time, and didn't understand what she meant by asking, so she could only shake her head and say. "I'm not, the heroes have long been extinct by flying on the eaves and falling on the wall, where did the heroes come from."

"Then why did you throw a hidden weapon?" Zhao Chen asked unwillingly. She now believes that Yan Murong is definitely the legendary martial arts master, otherwise how can she throw a stone so accurately, this is obviously the secret weapon technique written in the novel.

"Hidden weapon?" Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Throwing a stone is called a hidden weapon? Let me tell you, actually, you can do it too. ”

"Can I do it too?" Zhao Chen was a little surprised—what did he mean? Isn't he ready to take me as an apprentice before I offer it?

Oh, it seems that this man is not a little good, at least he is still a martial arts master.

"It's not just you, it's anyone." Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's just that it's not accurate, okay, let's get down to business first."

As he spoke, Yan Murong fumbled in his arms for a while, took out a small bottle, unscrewed the mouth of the bottle, and poured a little liquid-like thing on the tip of the silver needle.

"What is this?" Zhao Chen asked curiously.

Now, he had a trace of curiosity about Yan Murong, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with him using lion baba as medicine, but he was curious about everything he took out.

"This thing doesn't have a name." Yan Murong said while smearing the liquid on the tip of the needle with his fingers. "This is the venom of the king cobra, but it is poisonously diluted with some other drugs added to it - now it can only be used as an anesthetic, and it will not be highly toxic."

"Whoosh!"

As he spoke, the silver needle in Yan Murong's hand had already come out of his hand, and under the sunlight, a silver afterimage flashed, and then, a monkey on the top of the tree fell from the tree without having time to snort.

When the wolf king saw that Yan Murong had succeeded, he wanted to take the monkey over with courtesy, but was stopped by Yan Murong.

He took out a waterproof bag from his backpack and grabbed the monkey that had fainted and put it in.

The other monkeys at the top of the tree were frightened when they saw that their companions had been beaten down. The "twitter" shouted at Yan Murong for a while, then jumped to another tree and quickly escaped.

"Let's go, it's time to go back." Yan Murong tightened the mouth of the bag, looked at Zhao Chen and said.

"Huh? Went back? That's it? Zhao Chen asked stunned.

"If you don't go back, do you want to spend another night here?" Yan Murong raised her eyebrows and said. "If you think so, just leave it yourself, anyway, the tent hasn't been dismantled, but I'm going to take the wolf king with me - if that pack of wolves comes again, you can wash it and get ready to go into the wolf's belly."

"I'll go, who said I'm going to stay." Zhao Chen hurriedly said, then changed his words, looked at Yan Murong, and asked with a hint of expectation on his face. "That-can you take me as an apprentice?"

"What?" Yan Murong suddenly found that his brain, which was not high but not low, didn't seem to be very useful today.

What kind of crazy is this stupid woman? One moment a hero, one moment and another apprentice.

"I mean, I'm going to worship you as a teacher." Zhao Chen said seriously.

"Worship me as a teacher?" Yan Murong laughed. "You're almost done, you're a doctor, aren't you? Do you want to worship me as a teacher? What an international joke - I don't even have a primary school diploma. ”

"Besides, I'm a Chinese medicine practitioner, and you're a Western doctor."

"Gee, that's not what I meant." Zhao Chen hurriedly explained. "I mean, I'm going to learn kung fu from you."

"Learn Kung Fu?" Yan Murong was amused in his heart, and pretended to think for a while before he said. "Then no, my master said that if you want to learn the kung fu of our sect, you must learn Chinese medicine."

"Oops." Zhao Chen suddenly shouted and said with a look of surprise. "Haha, admit it, you are a martial arts master, you are a hero."

"Yes and what? That's the condition anyway. ”

Traditional Chinese medicine is not so easy to learn, Yan Murong didn't know how many sins he had suffered to have the current ability, he thought that Zhao Chen would retreat from the difficulties, but what made Yan Murong fall through his glasses was that Zhao Chen lowered his head and bit his lip and struggled for a while, and actually told Yan Murong with a firm face that she wanted to learn Chinese medicine.