Chen Rulong asked with interest, "What are the requirements for the Medicine King Valley to recruit disciples? Can I try to participate?"

"Theoretically, yes, the Medicine King Valley welcomes young talents from all over the world to sign up for the selection, and each time one is selected from hundreds or thousands of people."

Speaking of this, the little boy's eyes were a little dim, "A person like me who has no money or power, and his medical skills can only be self-taught, even if he is lucky enough to enter the Medicine King Valley as a registered disciple in this life, he can only carry water and farm the land to do some chores."

Chen Rulong patted the boy on the shoulder, took out a certain amount of silver from his pocket and put it in his immature palm, "Take the money and go back to study hard, there will always be a chance in the future."

"Thank you, sir."

After thanking him for his kindness, the little boy clenched his fists excitedly and said, "With this money, I will definitely be able to become an outer disciple of the Medicine King Valley in three days!"

Chen Rulong was taken aback, "Three days later, it will be the day of the selection of the Medicine King Valley!?"

"Yes, if you want to be an inner disciple, you have to go through layers of selection, but as long as the outer disciple has money and knows some pharmacological knowledge, you can enter."

The boy stroked the silver in his hand as if he were stroking a treasure, and said with a firm expression, "When I make money in the future, I will definitely return the silver to you!"

Chen Rulong smiled slightly, "Okay, I'll wait for you to return from your studies to make a lot of money, and give me some more when the time comes."

During the meal, the little boy and Chen Rulong talked a lot about the secrets of Chenyin Village.

Originally, Chenyin Village was a barren mountain and a wild range, where tigers and lions were rampant, and there were countless poisonous snakes and poisonous insects, and even the most seasoned hunters did not dare to pass through here.

Until hundreds of years ago, the founder of the Medicine King Valley came here with a group of disciples, and used extraordinary means to open mountains and mountains, and build buildings like heavenly pavilions.

The first batch of disciples cultivated by the Medicine King Valley traveled down the mountain and began to become famous around the world, so they gathered a second group of people who wanted to learn the arts, as well as alchemists who were thinking about stealing the craft, as well as monks and Taoist priests.

As soon as there are many people, it is inevitable that dragons and snakes are mixed, and all the three sects and nine streams are gathered here, and there are some guys who kill people and sell goods.

There are basically only two types of people who can survive on this land.

The first type of artist is bold, and with his own kung fu, he can lay a foothold in this land.

The second is to be helpless like a little boy, but not a threat to anyone, and to live as a chorre in the Dusty Village.

According to the boy, his parents were both merchants who bought and sold medicinal herbs, and they bought valuable medicinal herbs from the outside world, and then came to Chenyin Village to find some masters to make medicines, and then transport them to the outside world.

It's a pity that the back and forth is quite rewarding, and some thieves are worried about it, and they kill the couple and rob them of their belongings.

The poor little boy has been washing dishes for others since he was 10 years old, and he can barely make ends meet by pushing a dung truck to help empty the toilet from house to house.

With Chen Rulong giving this money, coupled with his savings over the years, he was finally able to apprentice and enter the Medicine King Valley three days later.

A named disciple, don't want to make any big development in the future, at least learn some pharmacological knowledge, and after a few years, it will not be a problem to come out and open a medical center.

After saying goodbye to the little boy, Chen Rulong took out two taels of silver and found an inn along the street to stay.

Entering the inn room, seeing the solid wood tables and chairs, the paper-paste window grilles on the walls, and the bath bucket made of wooden boards, Chen Rulong, who is used to living in the city, suddenly has the illusion of returning to ancient times.

Chen Rulong, who was lying on the wooden bed, held his waist and sighed: "It's still Simmons of modern life, I have got the old thing of Granny Jinhua, I must go back as soon as possible."

"I think it's all the same," Fu Xi rolled on the big bed relaxed, "probably because I was too light, and I couldn't compact the cotton wool."

Fu Xi's childlike heart, which belongs to the soul state, weighs about the same as a fly.

Chen Rulong glanced at her with some pity, "When I become an immortal, I will definitely take you to fly up."

"Come on, when you become an immortal, I might as well look forward to your return to the West as soon as possible."

Fu Xi crossed Erlang's legs and said lazily, "Maybe after you return to the throne in a hundred years, my soul will be able to be liberated and come to the divine realm."

"At that time, I will have an endless amount of money to spend, and I will be able to choose all the beautiful men and women."

Chen Rulong glanced at her with disdain, "When that time comes, I will be the first to kill you and eliminate harm for the people."

It was already twelve o'clock in the morning, and Chen Rulong yawned, "The old rule, you keep the first half of the night, and I keep the second half of the night."

"No problem."

Perhaps because the inn is full of antique furniture, the air is wafting with the smell of wood and a faint musk, which is completely different from the smell of formaldehyde and plastic in the hotel.

It was about three or four o'clock in the morning, and Chen Rulong's biological clock made him gradually wake up from his deep sleep.

When he wanted to open his eyes and change shifts with Fu Xi's childlike heart, he was extremely shocked to find that his body was heavy as if it had been poured with reinforced concrete, and his eyelids seemed to be glued together.

Oops, poisoned!

Chen Rulong anxiously wanted to remind Fuxi Tongxin, who was sitting next to him, but his body couldn't move, so he lay quietly.

I had no choice but to rely on myself.

Chen Rulong calmed his mind and immediately mobilized the Taoist true qi in his body, washing the meridians blocked by toxins over and over again, and gathering these poisonous gases in his throat.

With the next violent breath, only to hear a shout, a black gas spurted out from Chen Rulong's nostrils.

"Ahem, you almost didn't suffocate me!"

Chen Rulong sat up from the bed in embarrassment, looked around vigilantly, and found that the doors and windows were locked, but on the white window curtain, there was a hole that seemed to have been pierced by a needle.

Fu Xi asked blankly, "What's the matter with you?"

"Someone poisoned me just now, and if I'm not mistaken, the poison gas blew in through the cracks in the curtains, but fortunately I woke up quickly."

Chen Rulong's face was gloomy, and he muttered to himself, "I have just arrived in Dusty Village, and I have changed my appearance and body, so it stands to reason that there will be no enemies to follow me."

"What the hell is that guy trying to do when he poisoned me?"

Fu Xitong said thoughtfully: "Will it be just because you look bad, or too arrogant and want to teach you a lesson?"

"Fuck off."