Yan Murong was fascinated by Duan Chenxu - although this sound full of emotion, it was also true, or rather, Yan Murong became curious about Duan Chenxu's calm temperament.

In fact, the old man had talked to him about accepting apprentices a long time ago. Although Yan Murong's medical skills are not as good as those of the old man, if they are placed outside, they are at least much stronger than those so-called experts of a handful of age.

When the old man asked Yan Murong what he would choose if he wanted to accept apprentices one day, Yan Murong said two words very angrily - beauty.

So, after being repaired and tossed by the old man, he said his standard for accepting apprentices - not to die.

Yes, Yan Murong's standard for accepting apprentices is these three words. It's a weird answer, and it has nothing to do with becoming a Chinese medicine practitioner. The old man was also very surprised by Yan Murong's answer, but with his character, no one asked the reason, so maybe only Yan Murong himself knew this answer.

After returning to the hotel, after studying the human body structure with Dong Wuyan on the big bed in the hotel a few times, Yan Murong asked Dong Wuyan to dial the hotel's phone and ordered a few special dishes to be delivered to the room. After a day of high-intensity work and the madness with Dong Wuyan, even if Yan Murong was an iron-beaten person, his stomach began to protest, so it was better to order some food to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple first.

"You've taken in another apprentice."

Dong Wuyan's face flushed on Yan Murong's body, looking at this man who made her unable to extricate herself with silky eyes and whispered.

I don't know when, whenever I close my eyes, this man will appear in my head, little by little, like a memory - the first time I saw him, it was at Li Wenqi's birthday party, I invited him, but he refused. The second time was in his own home, and he never thought that his grandfather would be so good to him, and he couldn't marry him as a little wife, even his sister had to be sent over. And then -- and then there was his own revenge. However, this man's style of doing things was really unexpected, and instead of screaming and beating himself or killing himself altogether, he turned himself into a woman - yes, a woman, a real woman.

She thought about countless results, but she didn't expect that the final result would be like this - she actually became his woman, or the kind of willingly.

"I've taken in another apprentice." Yan Murong looked down at Dong Wuyan, stroked her soft long hair with one palm, lowered her head, and greedily sniffed the woman's unique fragrance wafting from her long hair, and said. "No one stipulates that I can only accept one apprentice, right?"

"I'm just curious."

Dong Wuyan rubbed Yan Murong's side, let himself find a more comfortable position, tired of Yan Murong, and said. "I just don't think it's like you—you like that young man very much?"

"Ahem, I'll correct it first." Yan Murong was almost stimulated by Dong Wuyan's words and vomited blood, and coughed violently before speaking. "That little guy is a man, first of all, I'm a normal man, and secondly, I don't have any special hobbies, so it's really not appropriate for you to use the word 'like'."

"What's that for?" Dong Wuyan chuckled.

"It should be said that it is a fancy to it." Yan Murong thought for a moment and added. "It's about his character."

"Actually, it's all the same." Dong Wuyan gently stroked the long hair hanging on his forehead, raised a pretty face that was moistened like flowers and jade, and said. "There should be no difference between the meanings of the two words."

"Don't worry about this, okay?" Yan Murong asked depressedly.

"So what's going on?"

"You'd better worry about whether you have enough physical strength to wait." Yan Murong smiled evilly. "After dinner, why don't we play another friendly match?" ――

The first match will be judged on the second day in a multipurpose conference room at the Tokyo Hotel.

When Yan Murong rushed to the conference room with Liang Shaokun, there were already many people sitting inside. At the front of the conference room, a rostrum was temporarily set up as a special seat for the judges, and behind the table on the rostrum, there were already three gray-haired old men, to Yan Murong's surprise, Chen Hanqing was actually one of the judges.

As soon as Yan Murong came in, he attracted everyone's attention. They had also heard about yesterday's incident, and while they were curious about Yan Murong, a young man, they were also secretly looking at what was so special about him.

Silk flying needle? Just kidding, such a thing can't even be seen in Jin Yong's novels, how can it happen in reality?

The conference room was very quiet, and when Yan Murong came in, only Yang Huacheng and a few old men who had been with him for free treatment yesterday nodded at him, and the others just looked at him with a look at rare species.

After sweeping his eyes around, Yan Murong saw that Zheng Wuming was also in this group, and when he saw Yan Murong's eyes sweeping over, a smile hung on the corner of Zheng Wuming's mouth, but he quickly turned his head away and whispered something to Li Yunxi who was sitting next to him.

"Senior Yang, what's going on?" Yan Murong walked to Yang Huacheng's side, looked at Yang Huacheng and asked in a low voice.

In this conference room, Yan Murong knew too few people, except for Yang Huacheng, Chen Hanqing, one of the judges sitting on the rostrum, ran over to ask Chen Hanqing if it was okay, Yan Murong also cured and took Liang Shaokun to sit next to Yang Huacheng.

"Don't call me a senior." Yang Huacheng shook his head again and again. "With your medical skills, when my predecessor is about the same, you call me senior, I really can't stand it."

"It's the rule." Yan Murong said with a smile. "Let's not talk about medical skills, your age is here, and you have been in this industry longer than me, what do I call your senior?"

"Just call me Lao Yang." Yang Huacheng also smiled, and then, the expression on his face became serious, and he looked at Yan Murong and whispered. "Maybe things have changed a little."

"Things have changed?" Yan Murong looked inexplicable. "What's changing?"

"The game thing." Yang Huacheng explained. "You came a little late, and before you came, they were discussing what you did yesterday, as if someone was deliberately targeting you."

"Understood." Yan Murong nodded with a smile, glanced at Zheng Wuming, who was talking to Li Yunxi, and said. "Even if I didn't do anything yesterday, someone will target me today."