The visitors outside the door were not the Wang family that Zeng Yihao thought, but the old man in cloth who wanted to bid 200 taels of gold to buy more than 400 years of Sanqi in the Mangcang Mountain and the Yun girl who had already seen twice.

"Little Brother Zeng, we're meeting again!" the old man in cloth stroked his slightly black beard and nodded with a smile, and Miss Yun's eyes were curious looking at the courtyard inside through the courtyard door opened by Zeng Yihao.

"It turned out that it was Senior Qiang, Miss Yun, and a few escort uncles who came! It's really a distinguished guest, please come in, please come in! But my place is simple, please bear with me!" Zeng Yihao was stunned for a moment, then immediately opened the courtyard door and shouted into the house: "Dad, a distinguished guest has arrived!" While inviting everyone to the courtyard, he quickly analyzed the purpose of these people in his heart.

"Hehe, little brother is too modest, although your place is small, it is clean and tidy, not like a place where two big men live!" The old man in cloth glanced at the courtyard generously, smiled casually, and then stared at Zeng Yihao's body again, quite surprised: "Yo, little brother's cultivation has broken through to the fifth-order Xuantu?"

It was a real surprise. Ten days ago, when he and Zeng Yihao met for the first time, Zeng Yihao was only a third-order Xuantu, and he had been in this realm for several years, and he was already a well-known "waste" third-order Xuanjie in the city, who would have thought that in only ten days, Zeng Yihao's Xuanqi cultivation would directly jump over the realm of the fourth-order Xuantu and break into the fifth-order Xuantu!

Not only that, but the old man in cloth was even more surprised to find that Zeng Yihao's face was shining brightly, and the exposed parts of his body were also faintly bright, jade and moist, which was clearly a manifestation of the condensation and breakthrough of the essence in his body again. And in such a state, the old man in cloth believes that he is well-informed and has traveled extensively, but he has seen many Xuan masters and even Xuan masters, but he has never seen a low-level Xuan disciple like this.

If it weren't for Zeng Yihao's nickname of "waste" that was already quite famous in Kuaixian City, the old man in cloth would even think that Zeng Yihao had hidden his cultivation before, and at this moment, the old man in cloth said straight in his heart that he really didn't see the wrong person, and there was something strange about this kid in front of him, no wonder his own young lady has been mentioning it in her ears intentionally or unintentionally in the past few days since she met this kid again in the Tongbaofang Auction Division.

"Elder Qiang, you are smiling, the younger generation is just in a momentary state of mind, and he broke through by luck, which is nothing, but it is not as good as Miss Yun's genius. Zeng Yihao said modestly. The fourteen-year-old fifth-order Xuanxian is really nothing, if you don't consider the time when he ascended from a fourth-order Xuanxian to a fifth-order Xuantu.

At this time, seeing that his father Zeng Qingwu had quickly sorted out his mood and went out in surprise, Zeng Yihao introduced it to everyone.

"Brother Zeng did my son-in-law a big favor last time, and the old man is familiar with medical science, and he heard that Brother Zeng was poisoned, and he also wanted to come over to see if he could help. After all, there are only two men in the host's family, but the young lady must come with him, and it is inconvenient to stay, so the old man in cloth sat for a while in the main house where the guests were entertained, and after a few words, he explained his intentions.

Zeng Yihao's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's great!

Zeng Qingwu also had a good impression of this old man in cloth who treated people peacefully, was 200 taels of gold as soon as he opened his mouth, was generous, but could deign to come to his humble house. Although his cultivation has fallen greatly, he has also received stronger strong people in the past, but he is not afraid of the momentum of the old man in cloth, he only smiled and stretched out his right hand to take the pulse.

The old man in cloth checked his pulse, looked at his complexion, asked a few more key questions, and also asked the prescription prescribed in the past, pondered for a moment, and smiled slightly: "Actually, Brother Zeng's poisonous injury is not very serious, but it is just that his heart has been depressed for many years, and the medicine is not right, so ...... It's better to change places and go to the Rejuvenation Hall, which is opened by a close friend of the old man's owner, although the old man is just a guest, but his speech still has a little weight, and my young lady is also there, and the Rejuvenation Hall can always sell some face. ”

"The old man first prescribed a prescription for Brother Zeng, went back and took more medicine, ten days and half a month, I dare not say that he was completely cured, but the toxins in the body can always be removed by more than half, and the cultivation can be slowly recovered. If we can find more than two hundred and fifty years old Purple Pole Dorsal Worm, we should be able to clear all the remaining poisons!"

Zeng Yihao's eyes suddenly lit up: "Great!" Maybe it was the last time we met, I had a very good impression of this calm and indifferent old man in cloth, Zeng Yihao instinctively felt that if the old man in cloth was willing to prescribe medicine for his father, the effect of detoxification would definitely be much better than that of the doctor sitting in the three major pharmacies in the city.

As for what Shopkeeper Wu said before, if the Purple Pole Back Siad and the Cold Snake Emperor Golden Flower were taken together, Zeng Yihao only regarded it as a fart.

Zeng Qingwu frowned slightly: "Don't hide it from the old man, I also took a two-hundred-year-old purple pole back ...... in the past year" But soon, Zeng Qingwu was stunned.

That purple pole dorsal woad is also the medicine that Tang Haitao helped boil!

Then Zeng Qingwu smiled in disguise: "It may be that you can't take it illegally in the next year, and you wasted your medicine surname!"

Zeng Qingwu's cultivation qualification is a five-grade, and it is not surprising that he can obtain two hundred years of purple pole back siao when his skills are profound, so the old man in cloth does not laugh at him, but only said meaningfully and euphemistically: "Brother Zeng was in a hurry to expel poison at that time, and it is normal for the treatment process to deviate. Now that you have a deep poisonous gas, two hundred years of medicine is not enough! Fortunately, this purple pole is not a difficult elixir to find, if the Rejuvenation Hall has no inventory, you might as well go to Tongbaofang and ask. ”

Zeng Yihao thought of the 150-year-old purple pole dorsal tree he dug up from under the "hundred zhang death", and hesitated a little: "Qiang Lao, must it be more than 250 years old?"

"The longer the year, the faster the toxin will be removed!" said the old man in cloth, and then looked at a short and fat guard behind Miss Yun: "That's it, the old man will help to the end." Qian Guard, you take the old man's name sticker, take this prescription, and go to the Rejuvenation Hall to get half a month's medicine! As for the purple pole back, you might as well inquire. ”

The guard, surnamed Qian, was stunned at first, then glanced at Zeng Yihao deeply, answered, turned around and left.

"Wait......" Zeng Yihao quickly stepped forward and took out a silver ticket of two hundred taels of silver from his arms and handed it over: "I'm tired of the money guards to run a trip, the juniors are uneasy, here is the medicine money, the more should be the juniors please drink, if it is less, the juniors will make up for it later!"

The girl Yun who was sitting firmly sneered, smiling like a spring flower, making the whole room brighten: "Sure enough, he is a fool, and he is afraid that Uncle Qian has no money?

The old man in cloth had a flash in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You kid is a person with backbone!" and then waved his hand: "Okay, Qian Guard, just follow him!"

Escort Qian looked at Zeng Yihao with a little more different gaze, nodded, took the silver ticket, and strode away.

Then, Zeng Yihao gave full play to the communication skills he had cultivated in his previous life, and cooperated with his father to politely and tactfully inquire about the origin of the old man in cloth and the girl Yun.

Miss Yun's full name is Qin Yingyun, from the Qin family, the top power of Liuxiang County, which is 10,000 miles away from the Taijin Mansion in Zhuli County in the northeast region of the Tongxuan Continent, and there are five Xuanzun masters and eight Xuan Masters in the family, and Qin Yingyun is the third granddaughter of the head of the Qin family in the consummation realm of Master Xuan, because of the good cultivation qualifications, she is highly favored in the Qin family.

The Qin family is famous for its medical skills, and the old man surnamed Deng Mingqiang is not only cultivated to the realm of the late stage of Master Xuan, but also proficient in pharmacology, one of the three major guests of the Qin family, and has a very good relationship with the head of the Qin family, and usually loves the well-behaved and lovely Qin Yingyun very much.

Deng Qiang and Qin Yingyun came to Taijin Mansion this time to celebrate the successful promotion of Master Xuan, the wife of Zhu Lijun's top power and the head of the family, that is, Qin Yingyun's aunt and grandmother. Originally, Qin Yingyun's eldest brother should have come forward in this matter, but this eldest young master was dealing with a task in the Flying Dragon Martial Academy, and he had no time to get out, so Qin Yingyun received this task and came out to experience it by the way.

Left?

Zeng Yihao's heart moved again, and after weighing the pros and cons, he took out the silver medal from his arms again: "Qiang Lao, the junior entered Mangcang Mountain last time to look for medicine, and found a white bone with exhausted flesh and blood under a cliff, and there is such a thing on his neck, do you want to see if it belongs to the thing that has left home?"

Deng Qiang was stunned, then immediately took it, and after carefully inspecting it, his face suddenly showed surprise, and he handed it to Qin Yingyun on the side, his tone was very cautious: "Miss, look at it, this silver medal is similar to that of your two cousins?"

Qin Yingyun glanced at Zeng Yihao in surprise, then took the silver medal and the buckle and looked at it carefully, and then quickly closed the bright eyes to reminisce, counted the breaths, and then opened them again, nodding affirmatively: "Yes, the style is exactly the same, and the font is exactly the same, those below the Xuanshi level will be dizzy if you look at it a few times!" Su ...... Su ......" She tilted her head and thought about it seriously, and suddenly her face changed, and she exclaimed: "Alas, is it ......?"

Who is this, Qin Yingyun stopped in time and didn't call out, but the originally smiling pretty face was already full of surprise.

"If this brand is not fake, then it is likely to be him!" Deng Qiang said with certainty, and then looked at Zeng Yihao apologetically: "Little brother Zeng, I'm sorry, this thing may really belong to my young lady's aunt's grandmother's in-law's family, and the identity of the deceased should be very important." Can these two things be handed over to the old man first? The old man needs to go away from home to find out. Of course, if it is determined that it is something that leaves home, the old man guarantees that he will not forget the kindness of the little brother when he leaves home!"

"Of course you can!" Zeng Yihao didn't intend to get any big benefit from this, but just felt a little sympathy for the poor man dying in a foreign land. I rushed to send it over, compared with Deng Qiang's substitution, the natural risk is much greater, and it is troublesome, so I nodded happily, and said: "However, the junior only built a simple tent for the senior's bones at that time, and did not bury him in the ground, please forgive me." ”

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