Just when the family was busy back and forth, Boss Chen and Mrs. Chen both pulled the little girl Xiangxiang and came to Xiao Hong.\\

Mrs. Chen was even more ashamed, remembering that she had a look of disdain for Xiao Hong before.

"The little woman met Master Xu, she didn't know Mount Tai before, and she hoped to forgive her. Mrs. Chen came to Xiao Hong and said very respectfully.

"It doesn't matter. Xiao Hong said in a calm tone, and he didn't intend to pursue too much.

"Come, Xiangxiang, this is the uncle who healed you, don't you thank them?" Mrs. Chen squatted lightly next to Xiangxiang and said in a loving tone.

"Xiangxiang has seen Uncle Whitehair. Looking at Xiangxiang again, she had already jumped in front of Xiao Hong, and then bowed to Xiao Hong ninety degrees very politely, and said crisply, obviously the tutor is excellent.

Seeing that Xiangxiang was wearing two small braids, she still had a pink and tender appearance, Xiao Hong's face also flashed a soft color, no matter what country it is, children are always the most innocent.

Squatting down slightly, Xiao Hong glanced at Xiangxiang slightly, and then showed a faint smile and said, "How old is Xiangxiang this year?"

"I'm seven years old. Xiangxiang still replied crisply, a pair of small eyes gurgling in the sockets, without the slightest fear of Xiao Hong.

"Uncle, why is your hair gray?" Xiangxiang came to Xiao Hong, stretched out her hand, grabbed Xiao Hong's white hair, and asked curiously.

"My uncle doesn't like to eat vegetables, so his hair is gray. Xiao Hong hugged Xiangxiang and said indifferently.

"It seems that I will have to eat more vegetables in the future, or my hair will turn gray. Xiangxiang put one hand on Xiao Hong's neck and said to herself.

On the other hand, Boss Chen, looking at Xiao Hong's appearance at this moment, also maintained a faint smile on his face, obviously facing Xiangxiang, Xiao Hong seemed to have changed as if he had changed a person, without the slightest anger and coldness on his body. It even gives people a loving look.

At the same time, looking at the living room behind Xiao Hong, Zhenzhen had already made a pot of hot tea and began to beckon the family to drink a few sips of hot tea to quench their thirst.

Everything seemed peaceful.

A few minutes later, when Xiao Hong put down the incense and walked to the living room with Boss Chen and the others, Boss Chen once again leaned on Xiao Hong's ear. Tentatively asked: "Master Xu, I have already prepared the medicinal materials and carrying stones for you, when will the first hundred medicinal patterns be delivered?"

"I'll pick it up tomorrow. Xiao Hong replied very casually.

Hearing this, Boss Chen didn't say anything, let alone the slightest abnormality. He has gradually learned to treat Xiao Hong as a master.

"Also, as I told you yesterday, when selling the medicine pattern, try not to mention me, because I don't want to show my head. Xiao Hong then responded.

"Don't worry, I've already thought about it, and I'll find you a stand-in when the time comes, and if anyone asks, I'll push the stand-in out directly. Boss Chen said with a smile.

Xiao Hong didn't say anything more. Slowly sat down at the dining table and put a double of tea in front of Boss Chen.

"And. Boss Chen suddenly looked left and right, and put it in Xiao Hong's ear and said in a low voice: "That spirit beast cave, I don't know if Master Xu has a good countermeasure." ”

"If you have the opportunity to take a look, don't rush yet. Xiao Honglu took a sip of tea and replied softly.

In this way, Boss Chen and the others did not stay at Xiao Hong's residence for long, and had a brief chat with Xiao Hong. He left with his family.

Meantime. Xiao Hong's room has also undergone a big change. The tattered tables and chairs have been replaced with tables made of magnificent precious wood, leather chairs, and couches made of fine rattan.

At this time, Zhenzhen, after preparing an exquisite breakfast for Xiao Hong, began to wipe Xiao Hong's room, and it was extremely measured, and some hidden places in the drawers were cleaned only after asking Xiao Hong.

"Mr. Whitehair, I'm going to the market to buy something in a minute, what else do you need besides glasses?" asked Zhenzhen, who was doing her usual work, as she became brittle.

"It must be a hat, and if you look at anything else, you can just look at it and buy it yourself, and don't forget to add something for yourself as well." Xiao Hong ate the beef patty in his hand and responded very casually.

After a simple breakfast, Xiao Hong squatted down slightly and began to sort out the eight large backpacks standing in the corner, two of which were equipped with large-capacity patterning tools, of course, there were no carving knives, and in addition, all of them were medicinal herbs and cheap white jade carrying stones.

After going through all the materials and roughly knowing what to do, Xiao Hong moved all these materials into his room and began to sort them out one by one, and his mind was constantly sketching out the second-level medicine patterns that were going to be made.

The first batch of Xiao Hong only planned to make two kinds of drug lines, the first is anti-inflammatory drug lines, and the second is medicine lines to heal external injuries, adhering to the strategy of simple and practical construction, reducing costs, and hiding their own knife techniques as much as possible.

Xiao Hong, who has basically been able to rank among the top pattern makers in the Tiger Universe, is naturally pediatric for the second-level medicine pattern of the apprentice, and after only ten seconds of thinking, Xiao Hong has already done a rough number, and then put the pattern making tools on the huge table and began to make a large jar of magic pattern liquid.

After that, the cut and polished white jade carrying stones were lined up in front of him, and Xiao Hong took out the soul drawing carving knife and began to carve it quickly on the carrying stone.

The speed of carving is amazingly fast, giving people the feeling that three times five divided by two, it will be carved, and it will not be used for five seconds.

After a minute, the ten carved stones had been completed, and then Xiao Hong injected the demonic liquid into it one by one, and then activated it.

Ten minutes later, the ten loaders had been made.

Packed these medicinal patterns into the wooden box one by one, Xiao Hong concocted them in the same way, and made the second and third batches.

Two hours later, the 100 second-level war paints of the apprentice had been made by Xiao Hong, and after a simple tidying up of the messy desktop, Xiao Hong moved his body a little, and then stood in front of the huge bookshelf.

Almost all of them are books of Shangbang Zhenyiguo, before Xiao Hong was full of strong interest in the culture of Shangbang Zhenyiguo, as an ancient country with the same name as Lordanlun, almost with the emergence of human beings, it has always existed.

In the eyes of the outside world, the culture of Shangbang Zhenyi should be like Lordanlun, in the long river of history, like a dazzling galaxy, full of bright light.

Moreover, whether it is Xiao Hong himself or the Lordaeron people, they did not reject everything from the enemy because they were hostile countries, but actively learned from each other's strengths and integrated into their own civilization.

However, when Xiao Hong opened the bookshelf and flipped through a book a little, his heart was indeed slightly cold, the history in the book was a mess that had been tampered with, and the praise of the god of Augs could be seen everywhere.

I picked up a book and flipped through it, and it was still the same, there was no point of view in the book, praising the god Augs, praising Pope Mohattan, praising Bishop Heitinga, endlessly, and the flattering words revealed a flattering face.

In Xiao Hong's impression, the splendid cultural inheritance of Shangbang Zhenyi Country can no longer see the slightest shadow, but everything that goes against the thought of Augs God has almost been wiped out.

The tens of thousands of years of cultural inheritance of Shangbang Zhenyi Country have been eroded and decayed, and without the inheritance of culture, this race seems to have lost its true soul.

"Hey......" Xiao Hong couldn't help but sigh, and a touch of sentimentality flashed in his eyes.

What is comforting is that among these hundreds of books, Xiao Hong finally found a few valuable books, which can be called the real cultural inheritance of the Shangbang race, but such books, the Shangbang people themselves, have begun to be ignored.

Putting these useful books aside, Xiao Hong spread out a book of "Shangbang Original Pattern" and began to read it with relish.

When he saw the key point, Xiao Hong would stop, mark it, and then turn it over and over again, and make a backup note, trying to squeeze out some new technology or knowledge from this extremely obscure discourse.

If the brilliant culture of Shangbang Zhenyi is compared to a super metropolis, then now this super metropolis has become a ruin, and now all Xiao Hong has to do is to take advantage of the period when he is recuperating and recuperating, to see if he can absorb as much useful knowledge as possible from these ruins and integrate it into his own knowledge system.

As soon as Xiao Hong saw it, he completely forgot the time.

It wasn't until noon that Zhenzhen rushed back from the bazaar, carrying a large bag and a small wrap in her hand, and then cautiously entered the stone house.

Seeing that Xiao Hong was half-covering the door and concentrating on reading, Zhenzhen paused slightly, and then carefully knocked on the door twice, as little as possible to disturb Xiao Hong.

"Mr. Whitehair, you've bought everything you wanted. Seeing Xiao Hong raise his head slightly, Zhenzhen said in a low voice.

"Bring it in. Xiao Hong put down the book in his hand and said to Zhenzhen.

The next moment, Zhenzhen put a certain khaki top hat and a glasses case on the desk in front of Xiao Hong.

Looking at the top hat, Xiao Hong opened the glasses case again, only to see that what was placed inside was a large-framed glasses, and the earthy yellow frames were just ordinary plastic, which could almost occupy most of his face.

"Isn't it a little too earthy?" Seeing Xiao Hong put on his glasses little by little, Zhenzhen couldn't help frowning slightly and whispered.

Xiao Hong picked up the mirror and took a slight look, giving people the first feeling that it was an old scholar with gray hair, who was too old, and the lenses with a little bit of color blocked Xiao Hong's eyes a little, and his heroism was blocked a lot.

"It's not bad, it's good. Xiao Hong said, buttoned up the earthy yellow hat again, and took a photo again, the whole person already looked very ordinary.

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