Da! Da! Da!

The carriage came slowly, unhurriedly, although it did not rampage, but it did not intend to make a detour, the tall head of the horse was raised high, the nostrils were facing the sky, and he made a noise at the waiting crowd, as if there was no one in his eyes, and the horse's hooves were raised high, falling heavily, and the dust was flying.

"Hide!"

"Wow......"

"Run, kid!"

"Auntie, get out of the way!"

There was a rush of war.

The spirit horse with its nostrils facing the sky saw everyone jumping in front of its hooves, and snorted a few times very complacently!

The groom who drove the car allowed the spirit horse to run rampant, without the slightest appearance of stopping it, this was a lean man in a brown cloth robe, about thirty years old, narrow in the heavens, long in the middle of the person, and a long horse face of the standard, he kept his eyes closed from beginning to end, as if he was in a carriage on the road, and turned a blind eye to the spirit horse that looked very similar to him and rushed into the crowd.

The spirit horse dispersed the crowd vigorously, and it walked to the position where everyone had just lined up, blocked the main entrance of the Bohol Hall, and neighed, dada!

The lean man heard the neighing of the spirit horse, and only then did he open his eyes, which were a pair of extremely small eyes, white eyes accounted for ninety percent of the chicken thief eyes, a long horse face, a pair of chicken thief eyes, and two sparse yellow mustaches, which could only be said to be very long.

The horse-faced man looked indifferently at the paupers around him who dared not speak out, and jumped out of the carriage with his feet.

"Young master, it's here!

"Oh! got it!" a low, cold voice came from inside the car.

A slender hand opened the curtain, and a black boot inlaid with silver thread first caught everyone's eyes, followed by a brocade robe with dark lines on a white background, a gorgeous scabbard inlaid with beautiful jade gems, long hair like ink, a delicate face, and a beautiful young man with extremely feminine eyebrows and picturesque eyes.

But most people who see him don't pay too much attention to his appearance, one is because he is cold, so cold that people dare not look at him directly, and the other is because he is rich, and the rich are eye-catching.

The young man stood still and looked around at the poor people, his delicate nose sucked slightly, then frowned, and coldly spit out a word: "Get out!"

The word 'roll' made the crowd who were originally taken by his cold momentum and dared not speak to explode.

"This is Boholdo, not your home, why do you tell us to get out!"

"That's it, it's great to have money!"

"It's so ugly!"

The sentence 'really ugly' by an old lady in the back made the young man's face black.

In fact, the eldest lady is not lying, in her heart, a man should be black and strong, sweaty, bearded, like this soft and weak whiter than her daughter's family, ugly!

The beautiful boy has blue veins on his forehead.

"Sting!"

The long sword was unsheathed, the sword qi slashed, and a shocking opening opened on the ground, "If you want to find death, I will fulfill you!"

"Hurry up! He's a spirit!"

"What about the spirit disciples, as long as they are not idiots, they don't dare to make trouble in the Ram Fair!"

"Don't mess with him, I think he can really kill people, he dares to do this in front of the Bohol Hall!

The poor people quickly dispersed, but they did not leave.

"Young master, or I'll go ......"

The horse-faced man made a gesture of wiping his neck, of course he didn't dare to kill people on the street of the Ram Market, but it was not easy to kill a few poor people silently.

The young man glanced at the horse-faced man with disgust, and snorted coldly: "Drop the price!"

"Yes, yes, how can the young master, with your identity, be as knowledgeable as these ants, and the price is too low!"

"People are there?"

"The old thing is inside, every two days, he is here to treat these poor sours, and he doesn't charge money, do you say this is sick! I heard that the people behind him are very big, and the rest of the medicine halls also turn a blind eye to his unruly behavior, and close their eyes...... "The horse-faced chicken thief man asked a hundred times, with a flattering face.

"Enough!"

"Yes!"

Horse Face quickly shut up.

The young man strode into the Bohol Hall with a cold face, and followed behind with a horse face and a shy face.

At this time, there were still six people waiting in the Baohe Hall, and they all saw what was happening outside, and when they saw this calamity star with a cold and evil aura coming over, they hurriedly gave way.

The boy was still not satisfied with this, "Get out!"

The five of them blushed angrily, and the corners of their mouths squirmed, but they never made a sound.

"The young master told you to get out, didn't you hear!" the horse face glared at the five of them murderously with his round chicken thief eyes.

Originally, he was still lucky, but he didn't dare to say more, let alone stay, and left in a hurry, and the poor did not fight with the rich.

"You're not sick!" An old man with thinning hair and an equally sparse beard, two snow-white hairs were long and dense, and the old man's voice was like a bell, and he pressed the wrist of a middle-aged man in a gray robe with a displeased face.

"Young master, it's this old thing, the villain invited me with a lot of money, and he actually let people beat me out!" The horse-faced man looked at the young man with an aggrieved face, and made a howling little daughter-in-law.

Seeing that his young master didn't speak, the horse-faced man stepped forward and shouted arrogantly: "Old thing, my young master is here." ”

The old man didn't even look at the dog's horse's face, and he was so angry that the horse's face was about to step forward and make a move.

"Stand down!" the cold voice was extremely displeased.

"Yes!" the horse-faced hurriedly retreated behind the young man.

The old man raised his eyes and looked at the beautiful young man from head to toe, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said "Huh", and then turned back and glared at the middle-aged man who was holding his lifeline.

The middle-aged man had a tearless expression on his face at this time, and with his other hand, he quickly took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the old man.

It's good that the old man didn't look at it, but when he saw it, his face changed greatly, he stood up suddenly, broke it and scolded: "Which fool came up with this case!"

The middle-aged man was yelled at by the old man, trembling in two streams, and replied in a voice like a mosquito...... It's a boy!"

"You are also a pharmacist?" the old man looked at the middle-aged man with some strange eyes.

"Count...... Sort of!" the man said unconfidently.

"What do you mean by which Medicine God Temple are you certified?" the old man asked again.

The man's head was sweating, "Little ...... Boy, no...... Not certified!"

"What? It turns out that you are a black doctor!" the old man exclaimed, as if he had discovered some rare species, and the pharmacist who did not have the certification qualifications of the Medicine God Temple, but privately refined medicine to see a doctor, was called a black doctor, or a black medicine master, once this kind of person was caught by the Medicine God Temple, the outcome would be very miserable.

Black doctors generally operate in the dark, and they are all passed on by word of mouth, never sitting in the hall for consultation, and never leaving any pulse.

"No, no, no, the kid is not a black doctor, the kid is qualified to be certified!" The middle-aged man was about to cry, why was he so unlucky today.

"Is there any?" roared the old man.

"Yes...... There is a ......" The middle-aged man trembled and stretched out his palm, and a white sign the size of a palm appeared out of thin air in his hand, and he respectfully handed it to the old man.

The old man took it, waited for a long time without movement, and said angrily: "If you don't let go of the nameplate, what does the old man think!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The middle-aged man wiped a handful of sweat, and a subtle spiritual light shot into the nameplate at his fingertips, and a light curtain appeared in front of the old man's eyes:

Sun Guangyao

man

Thirty-five years old

Earth Spirit Disciple

Beginner Pharmacist (Certified by the Medicine God Temple)

Ram City

After reading it, the old man returned the identity plate to the middle-aged, his identity is innocent, he is indeed certified by a pharmacist, and he is still the main hall, not a black doctor.

The old man was extremely disappointed in his heart, after so many years, he had not caught a black doctor, shame!