The middle-aged man's voice was low, almost inaudible. Yang Long found some problems when he looked at him, although the middle-aged man looked dirty, but his straw sandals were very clean, as if he was afraid that he would stain the entire inn. Obviously, his love for this place is beyond the imagination of Yang Long and the others.

Zilan took a breath, and at the same time couldn't help but wrinkle her nose and said, "We have to live in a hotel and eat again." ”

As soon as these words came out, except for Yang Long and the sleeping Xiaodong, almost everyone's faces turned red. I held it for a long time, but no one spoke, and finally Yang Long weakly added, "But we don't have money."

There was silence in the inn, and the group swallowed their saliva with difficulty, looking at the little face of the middle-aged man full of hope.

Yang Long coughed lightly, and said weakly, "We will compensate, with our labor, or ......"

However, Yang Long was about to say something, but the middle-aged man had already turned around, and his deep voice came from the loose back, "Well! you should be hungry! I'll get you something to eat." ”

The middle-aged man's voice was not loud, and it fell on everyone's ears like thunder.

"Great, Brother Yang, although the middle-aged uncle is very sloppy, he has a good heart. Zilan looked up and smiled brightly.

"Yes, yes, how should we repay him then?" Lily pulled Zilan's arm, equally happy. For her, as long as she doesn't sleep on the street. Now some eat, some live, it's a blessing.

"No matter, fill your stomach first. After a night of traveling, tired and hungry. Pang Hu put down the yang dragon behind him, touched the belly of the cooing, and smiled tigerishly.

Yang Long secretly looked at the inn, except for the two seats, the rest was the guest room on the second floor. The middle-aged man's take-in was obviously beyond Yang Long's expectations, and from the surface, this inn was old, and falling into such a scene could also be seen that this place had been deserted for a long time. Without economic resources, withering is inevitable.

But the middle-aged man's persistent management is beyond Yanglong's imagination, and his calm acceptance leaves an indelible impression on Yanglong.

Soon, the middle-aged uncle brought a plate of pickled vegetables and a few steamed buns. Although the food is a little bitter, for those of them who grew up in the countryside, no one cares about anything, but the food is a little less.

Everyone gobbled it up, and in a moment the food on the table was already bottoming out. Due to Yang Long's injury, he didn't have much appetite, so he only ate half a bun.

Pang Hu wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and kept staring at Yanglong's half of the bun. For a big stomach like him, these buns are not enough to even stuff the teeth. Yang Long shook his head with a wry smile, and finally gave the half of the bun to Pang Hu, which was really little food for them. However, judging by the appearance of this inn, there are almost no customers here, so naturally there will be no income. In this regard, the middle-aged uncle's hospitality was already good, and Yang Long and his party were embarrassed to ask for more food, after all, the prospects of this inn were not good.

During this time, the middle-aged man just sat at another table, holding a rag in his hand, constantly wiping it back and forth.

"Uncle, the table is already clean enough, why do you have to wipe it?" Yang Long looked at this qiē and couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged uncle didn't reply, he just tilted his head slightly, as if he was pondering something.

Zi Lan had been sniffing something since just now, not because of the smell of the middle-aged beggar's body, on the contrary, although the middle-aged man's hair was messy and his clothes were shabby, but if he looked closely, the color of the clothes on his body looked a little dirty when he matched a mess, which was the gray and white color of clothes that had been washed often.

Suddenly, Zilan's eyes lit up, and she said excitedly, "I know, this is medicinal incense." ”

Zi Lan pointed to the bread filling in her hand and said, "There are medicinal herbs in here, if I remember correctly, this is the licograss that Grandpa Bai often used to bathe us." ”

Licograss is not unfamiliar to everyone, on the contrary, it is a very common herb, and Whitebeard once said that this grass can relieve fatigue and is very effective in relieving muscle soreness. Every time Yang Long finished training, Whitebeard asked them to go back and get some licograss and soak it for a while. However, it is strange to say, no matter how tired Yang Long's cultivation is, as long as they don't practice with the load, if they stay in that basin of water for a while, the next day they will be jumping and jumping as before. That's how they work, day after day, every day with a new state to work out.

But everyone has only heard that this thing can be used in baths, or externally. And Whitebeard also said in his own mouth that this thing is slightly poisonous and cannot be taken internally. However, now that they have eaten these things, doesn't that mean that they will be poisoned? Thinking of this, everyone's faces changed in unison, and they couldn't help but look at the middle-aged uncle who couldn't see any expression.

Ning Chen on the side was very calm, and he stared at the bread carefully. He also ate it just now, and he didn't feel anything special, on the contrary, he felt very sweet. According to the book, this licorice is slightly bitter in the mouth, and the taste is difficult to dissolve, so you shouldn't feel this way, unless you ......

Thinking of this, Ning Chen relaxed, he stared at the middle-aged uncle, and slowly explained to Pang Hu, "Well! Licograss is poisonous, but there is a profession on the mainland, they can create a lot of anti-heaven medicines, and they can naturally neutralize these toxins. These people are called pharmacists. ”

As soon as these words came out, Pang Hu and his party couldn't help but be stunned. The profession of "pharmacist" is still not unfamiliar to Yanglong. Whitebeard also occasionally mentioned to them that this is a hot profession in the mainland, and they will be sought after by everyone wherever they go. However, as the number of people in this profession became less and less, the pharmacist became more and more honorable.

Up to now, even Whitebeard has said that it is even more difficult to find a good pharmacist now than it is for a guy with a mutated Destiny Mark in the crowd. However, in such a small city, could they meet a pharmacist? Not to mention that Pang Hu didn't believe it, even Yang Long began to wonder.

The middle-aged uncle seemed to look at Ning Chen more, and said slowly, "You should have traveled a long way! ”

The middle-aged uncle's fluffy hair is messy, and his long hair hides his expression, making it difficult to see and figure out. The ability to see the extent of the injury at a glance and even to pinpoint how the injury was caused is truly astonishing.

He pointed to the second floor, and then said, "Take those two injured little ones upstairs and rest! ”

A pharmacist, and a beggar-like pharmacist. How astonishing is this, when did the pharmacist become so destitute, so worthless and depressed?

As the so-called eating people have a short mouth, the group just guessed that he was a pharmacist, and it was not good to say anything more. As for the outside world, if a seven or eight-year-old kid says that there is a ragged pharmacist in town, who will care. Pharmacists can dispense some medicines that can be called artifacts, and they are also recognized alchemists on the mainland. This kind of extremely noble status of the existence of zài, no one would have imagined that in such a remote town would open an inn that no one cared about.

There are two rooms on the second floor, one for two girls, and the rest is left to Yang Long and the others. The inn is old, and there is still damage from the corroded growth rings everywhere. However, the middle-aged uncle protected the inn very well.

The group hurried overnight, already exhausted. After Pang Hu threw the injured Yang Long and Xiao Dong on the bed, he and Ning Chen fell asleep on the table, it seemed that they were really tired.

Yang Dragon's injuries had begun to heal rapidly since the use of the antidote, and the healing speed was truly terrifying. If he hadn't heard that he had been saved by Long Yancao, he wouldn't have felt that this qiē was so unreal.

At this rate, I'm afraid that Yang Long's injuries will heal as long as he wakes up from sleep. Yang Long sighed secretly, Long Yanguo deserved to be a healing elixir, and now he had no doubt that the legendary mature Long Yancao could have the effect of regenerating muscles and bones and bringing the dead back to life.

Xiao Dong's complexion gradually improved, and a dark yellow seal of the Mandate of Heaven was faintly lined in the center of his eyebrows, and from this appearance, Xiao Dong was blessed by misfortune. It's just that Yang Long was puzzled again, why did the Water Ling Snake King appear at this time, was it just for Xiao Dong's trace of essence and blood, or was Xiao Dong himself the main reason for attracting the Water Ling Snake.

Yang Long couldn't figure it out, the Water Ling Snake King should be the spirit beast guarding Long Yancao, but it was actually attracted out of the nest by a trace of Xiaodong's essence blood, could there be anything special about Xiaodong?

Yang Long carefully stared at the Heavenly Mandate Mark in the heart of Xiao Dong's eyebrows for a while, according to Whitebeard once said, demon cultivation is extremely difficult. There is a saying that people cultivate more than 100 times and practice for thousands of years. However, this is a natural way of cultivation, if there is a special opportunity, such as taking the Heaven and Earth Elixir, sucking ** blood can make their cultivation speed increase dramatically, and the same is true for people. So from this point of view, Xiaodong's Mandate Mark is afraid that it is not simple.

However, now Xiaodong's Mandate of Heaven Mark has not taken shape, and his Mandate Mark is not as clear as Pang Hu's, and it is still in a hazy period. This is the stage when the Mandate of Heaven is first formed, and after this stage, the Mandate of Heaven Mark will take shape, just like Pang Hu. The Heavenly Mandate Mark is located in the center of the eyebrows, and then as cultivation progresses, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi will naturally outline an exclusive Dao pattern.

This is the process by which the Mandate of Heaven mark is formed, so the mark that Yang Long sees now is just an afterimage, and it has not been formed. If the Mandate of Heaven Seal is formed, it is generally difficult to see, and it is not a special case, and the Mandate of Heaven Seal will not emerge on its own at all.

As for the dark golden Heavenly Mandate Mark on Xiao Dong's eyebrows, Yang Long couldn't guess what type it was at all, and he didn't know until the Dao Pattern of the Heavenly Mandate Mark came out.

Yang Long shook his somewhat drowsy head, leaving aside the distracting thoughts in his mind. Pang Hu's snoring continued one after another, and from time to time there were dreams and shouts, shouting "meat...... I want to eat meat".

But they slept like dead pigs, and no one heard them. Even Yang Long fell asleep in a very rhythmic tone. This night, everyone was too tired and slept very sweetly.