"Senior Zhang is like this, why is it like this?"

Qing Yiren was very curious, looking at Zhang Zhongjing's appearance, it was like coming to visit the old man in the Hundred Herb Gate, and this old man was not an ordinary person.

"Is it the ancestor of the Hundred Herb Sect, or the master of the Sect?" Qing Yiren looked at the Hundred Herb Sect in front of him, and then looked at Zhang Zhongjing in front of him, although she was curious, but she was also measured, and did not ask.

Zhang Zhongjing and his party walked very fast, but when they came to the gate of Baifangmen Mountain, there were already many geniuses and junjie who had come to participate in the disciple election, and they became a sea of people.

Although these people only came up on foot, but one person with two or three servants, the front of this mountain gate was still crowded, of course, they did not dare to make noise here, just waited quietly, waiting for the pharmacist of the Hundred Herb Gate to come down.

Zhang Zhongjing looked at these people, and his eyes were a little distracted, thinking that he had stayed for a while again, but instead of participating in the disciple election, he watched one genius and one genius participating in the disciple election, some people were overjoyed and became disciples of the Hundred Herb Sect, and some people wept gloomily and turned around and left silently.

But it had been a long time, and he had only come here to return some of the inheritance, but in that enthusiasm, he lived here for a while, and finally left with some gifts.

The years are merciless, and they are mostly memories.

In the blink of an eye, many years have passed.

He, Zhang Zhongjing, is no longer the fledgling little doctor back then, but he doesn't know what the situation of this hundred herbs is.

"Hey—"

Thinking about it, Zhang Zhongjing sighed slightly, and then led the people forward, and the people in front of them were involuntarily squeezed to both sides and made a way.

There was a young and vigorous young master who was squeezed away, and he couldn't help but be angry, turned his head to look, and just wanted to scold, his eyes fell on Qing Yiren's body, but his face was red, and his eyes moved away at once, like a young man who saw the lover in his dreams.

Qingyi people, in the royal city, are among the best alluring beauties, wearing a pink long skirt, eyes like autumn water, every move, like a delicate fairy, let people **, let people fall for the city.

Seeing the appearance of Qingyiren, many of the sons and gentlemen present were slightly red, and they seemed to be a little ashamed, that is, some girls and women, they couldn't help but lose their minds when they saw it, and they didn't come back to their senses for a long time, and they were eclipsed, and they were filthy!

Especially this skirt of Qingyiren, in their opinion, it is extremely charming, which makes them envious!

However, when they saw the small group of tigers and leopards riding behind the Qingyi people, their faces turned pale, and their eyes widened and they were frightened, as if they had seen something terrible.

Suddenly, without Zhang Zhongjing's actions, the people around him all retreated one after another.

In the end, under the leadership of Zhang Zhongjing, they came to the mountain gate of the Hundred Herb Sect, where there were several registered disciples of the Hundred Herb Sect wearing cyan robes to register the geniuses who came to participate in the disciple election.

Seeing Zhang Zhongjing and his entourage with an extraordinary temperament, a relatively old registered disciple couldn't help but raise his eyebrows lightly, and asked, "But you came to participate in the disciple election?"

Qing Yiren did not speak, but looked at Zhang Zhongjing.

"The late Zhang Zhongjing came to visit. Zhang Zhongjing took out an extremely simple token, handed it to the disciple guarding the door, looked at him leisurely, and said lightly: "Inform your sect master, just say that Zhang Zhongjing is coming." ”

This registered disciple couldn't tell what the origin of this ancient token was, but behind this token, there was the highest mark of their Hundred Herb Sect!

That is, the mark of the door owner!

"Wait a minute!" The registered disciple's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly bowed to Zhang Zhongjing, then turned around and left, and quickly rushed towards the mountain gate.

Around Zhang Zhongjing, those geniuses who came to participate in the disciple election couldn't help but look at each other, and they also heard Zhang Zhongjing's words.

That's talking about visiting the Hundred Herb Gate and informing the owner of the Hundred Herb Gate!

Could the person who could come and inform the owner of the door be a small person? Moreover, Zhang Zhongjing's means of squeezing in just now were really annoying and helpless, and they couldn't regret it at all, so they were directly squeezed aside.

There are also fierce tigers and leopards riding -

However, they tried their brains, but they couldn't figure out who this person who called himself 'Zhang Zhongjing' was sacred, and where was the big man in that place.

Some people couldn't help but start talking to each other, wanting to see if anyone knew him, but it was a pity that although Zhang Zhongjing was walking the rivers and lakes all the year round, he turned into a doctor, even martial artists rarely looked at him squarely, and his reputation was not obvious, so how could anyone recognize him.

As for the Qingyi people, they are even more far away in the royal capital, and even the areas near the royal capital have not been walked out much, let alone the Baihe Prefecture in the northwest territory.

When a group of geniuses and heroes exchanged ears, all of a sudden, a group of people rushed down from the top of the medicine mountain fiercely, with a fierce momentum, and a wave of anger could be felt from afar, which was burning and terrifying.

If you don't know, you think that some thief has provoked the Hundred Herb Gate, and is being chased and killed by the Hundred Herb Gate.

Seeing this scene, many of the young people and girls who came to participate in the general election of the disciples of the Hundred Herb Sect were taken aback, their faces turned pale, their lips trembled, they had not joined the Hundred Herb Sect yet, and when they saw so many famous pharmacists of the Hundred Herb Sect, their legs were a little weak.

Standing beside Zhang Zhongjing, Qing Yiren watched a group of old men rushing down excitedly under the leadership of a middle-aged man, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, his beautiful eyes glanced at Zhang Zhongjing beside him, but found that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was grinning.

This operation made Qingyi people a little incomprehensible: "???"

"Zhang Zhongjing, do you still have the face to come back!!"

Before the person arrived, an old man roared loudly, this sound shook the heavens and the earth, just like the roar of a lion in Hedong, and the little lion who came to participate in the disciple election in Hexi all trembled under this roar.

Damn! There's a situation.

At this moment, these teenagers and girls all widened their eyes, looked at Zhang Zhongjing, who was still there, and then looked at the high-level leaders of the Hundred Herb Sect who had come to the front, and unconsciously, they suddenly had a trace of gossip eagerness, and their eyes widened.

Originally, they all thought that this was a person with that great power who came to visit the Hundred Herb Sect and would get a high-standard reception from the Hundred Herb Sect.

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