After Shen Luo thanked him, he picked up the rice bowl and ate it, after eating and drinking.

Put on the costume of Heiqiongmen and start waiting for the night in the room.

Before I knew it, an afternoon had passed, and I looked at the sunset outside the window, and I felt that I could almost go to see Zhao Lao.

Zhao Lao told him not to let him eat dinner, but he naturally didn't eat it.

I just can't figure out why I can't have dinner.

With the question in his heart, he came to Zhao Lao's room.

Looking at Zhao Lao's room, the surrounding walls are on the edge.

There are rows of bookshelves lined with dense books.

"Old Zhao!"

Shen Luo walked into the room and saw the old man lying on the Taishi chair, and shouted respectfully.

Zhao Lao's back was next to the Taishi chair, holding a book in his hand and looking at it intently, indulging in it and unable to extricate himself.

I don't know if I was too fascinated by it, and I didn't notice Shen Luo's arrival at all.

Seeing that Zhao Lao didn't pay attention to him, he didn't dare to continue talking.

He became overwhelmed and waited.

Shen Luo stood for a while, and Zhao Lao didn't glance at this place out of the corner of his eyes, but continued to read.

Since he didn't eat dinner, and then waited for a while, Shen Luo's stomach was already hungry.

"Goo!"

Shen Luo's stomach made a sound, and Zhao Lao seemed to hear this sound.

With a slight frown, he finally closed the book and looked towards Shen Luo.

"You're here, from tomorrow I'll teach you some common sense of collecting and refining medicines."

"After you figure this out, I will teach you some simple medical skills, but I won't teach you martial arts, are you still willing to stay here?" Zhao Lao looked at Shen Luo, and said slowly with an expressionless face.

"The disciple is willing!" Shen Luo replied.

In Shen Luo's heart, it doesn't matter whether he learns martial arts or not.

As long as he can get ahead and be admired, just like his second uncle.

"I'm hungry, there's a bowl of soup over there for you to drink." Zhao Lao pointed in one direction and said.

Shen Luo looked in the direction of Zhao Lao, and he really found a bowl of soup behind several books piled together.

"Can you be full of this soup? Shouldn't everyone eat and drink porridge? Shen Luo looked at the soup in front of him and muttered in his heart.

"This soup is carefully refined by the old man, drinking it can not only fill the stomach, but also strengthen the body, drink it!" Zhao Lao saw that Shen Luo was a little hesitant, so he urged.

Seeing the old man urging, Shen Luo didn't think too much.

Isn't it just a bowl of soup? Immediately picked up the soup bowl and drank it in a big gulp.

Shen Luo drank the soup into his stomach and immediately felt a feeling of fullness.

In this process, Zhao Lao always squinted at Shen Luo.

Seeing Shen Luo touching his stomach, he asked, "How is it, how do you feel, the old man didn't lie to you!"

Facing Zhao Lao's questioning, Shen Luo replied honestly: "This soup is too godly!"

"Hehe, it's good that you know" Zhao Lao was very satisfied with Shen Luo's answer, and then continued: "You don't have dinner every night in the future, just come to me to drink soup." ”

"Really?"

"Then thank you Zhao Lao." Shen Luo bowed and said.

"Of course, although I can't teach you martial arts, if you really want to learn, you can go to Wang Xiaozi and ask for a few moves." Zhao Lao nodded and said.

After Zhao Lao said this, he waved his hand at Shen Luo, signaling that he could go out, and picked up the book again.

Before Shen Luo left, he secretly glanced at the book in Zhao Lao's hand and found that he didn't recognize the words on the book.

Since he hadn't read much, he knew relatively few words.

The words he knew now were taught to him by the bad old man in the village.

I don't know what happened to the old man and his father, Shen Luo is a little bit thinking about his distant relatives.

In the days that followed, Professor Zhao gave him some medical knowledge in the morning.

In the afternoon, he asked him to go to the stone house next to him, wait for the disciples in the door, and learn to read and hyphenate with them.

As well as some basic knowledge of martial arts, and together with the horse step, the grass man practiced some basic kung fu.

Three months passed like this, and on this day, Shen Luo drank the decoction prepared by Zhao Lao as usual.

This time, he felt a strange feeling of coolness in his lower abdomen, flowing through his body.

"What's wrong?" Sensing Shen Luo's strange appearance, Zhao Lao asked.

Shen Luo said how he felt after drinking the decoction before.

When Zhao Lao heard Shen Luo's words, his eyes suddenly widened.

One walked over and grabbed Shen Luo's arm, two thin fingers.

Nestled in the veins of Shen Luo's wrist, Shen Luo felt that Zhao Lao's body was trembling slightly, and he seemed to be very excited.

Shen Luo looked at the fanatical look in Zhao Lao's eyes, which made him a little stunned.

Zhao Lao went through a careful and careful inspection.

Laughing out loud, he grabbed Shen Luo's wrist with his hand.

The boss stared at him, looking at Shen Luo as if he was looking at a rare treasure in the world.

There seemed to be a hint of madness in his eyes, and Shen Luo felt a little pain in his wrist.

Seeing the crazy look on his face again, I couldn't help but be afraid.

"Good, good." From the look on Shen Luo's face, Zhao Lao could see that he was a little afraid.

"Yes, your qualifications are now very much in line with my Zhao Ritian's exercises."

"You must be wondering, why would the old man let you drink soup?"

"That's because the martial arts practiced by the old man are a kind of exercises to dissolve other people's internal forces."

"The cultivation of this method is extremely harsh, you must swallow the medicinal soup continuously, and only after something strange can you barely start cultivating," Zhao Lao stared at Shen Luo and explained.

Shen Luo listened to Zhao Lao's explanation, and didn't know if what the other party said was true or false.

If it was true, his fanatical feeling and that kind of eyes would be too scary.

Zhao Lao looked at Shen Luo's half-believing appearance, stroked his beard, and continued.

wants to brainwash him in another way and dispel the suspicions in Shen Luo's heart.

When I saw that Shen Luo had fully believed what he said.

Then he was satisfied, and told him a little more about medical skills, and then let him go.

Walking out of Zhao Lao's house, Shen Luo couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking back to the scene just now, he was skeptical of what Zhao Lao said.

After all, the one just now, when he wanted him to be convinced of his words, was too weird.

There must be a demon when something goes wrong, so it's better to investigate secretly.

As for how to investigate, Shen Luo already had an idea in his heart.

That is to find the big man who brought him here before, and the big man told him that Zhao Lao was a quirk before, and he must know something.

After Shen Luo returned to his residence, he lay on the bed, unable to sleep all night, tossing and turning and unable to sleep.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he thought of Zhao Lao's terrifying eyes.

is the same old man, why is there such a big gap!