"One, two, three...... Hey, hey, hey. ”

Qingyan's eyes lit up, and he smiled and lit the small ginseng in the field, hoping to sell it for a good price.

She plans to use the first pot of gold she earned from selling small ginseng to open a medical clinic at the foot of the mountain, and with her unrivaled surgical skills, her life will definitely be nourishing.

Yes, she just crossed over.

A well-planned medical accident, she, a famous surgeon at a young age, died under the scalpel.

The past cannot be traced, and the days will go on, so she has to plan for a living.

A woman approached and sneered: "A waste who can't pass the exam for ten years, it's better to count how many days you can stay in the academy if you have the kung fu to farm." ”

Che, do you think she likes to stay in this kind of place?

The master is old-fashioned, the food is tasteless, the courtyard where she lives is rotten, and she is afraid that one day the wind on the mountain will blow the house down and break her head.

When she has money, she doesn't want to stay.

In ancient times, she did not move the knife and cut people to cure diseases, so she could only teach herself Chinese medicine.

"Senior sister is born with a good appearance, even if you are driven out of the academy and homeless, you can go to the song house, if you are lucky, you can meet a man who is not dirty, and take it back to be a concubine, senior sister, don't you say?" The woman's face was contrived.

The acting skills are too poor, and Qingyan doesn't even bother to give it away.

The woman kept talking, and she was even more noisy than the long-tongued woman in the village at a young age.

Qingyan glanced at the skirt that fell at his feet and stepped on it quietly.

"Earthworms." She poked her calf.

The woman thought that the earthworm had crawled on her, and she was so frightened that she fell straight ahead.

When she was about to fall into the mud puddle, Qingyan hurriedly supported her.

The woman was very happy, but the next moment, she fell behind her in a ghostly way.

"Poof!"

Something was squashed by her, splashed out.

There was a foul smell that almost made the woman faint.

Tut-tut, it's wonderful.

Qingyan smiled, holding his hands on his chest to watch a good show.

The people who worked with her saw the woman fall into a mess of filth and vomited in disgust.

Originally, it was just a stink, but someone vomited for a long time, and the sour smell overflowed.

The two phases are mixed, and it is simply indescribable.

The smoke made the woman die and come back to life, and she hated to die again.

Qingyan took advantage of the chaos to cover his nose and quickly left from the other side.

On the way, I met my junior brother and learned that the master was looking for her, and when I arrived at the council hall, several masters were discussing the affairs of Xiaolinshan with the elders, and she was waiting beside her.

The elder seemed to be unwell, frowned and coughed lightly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the person pestle beside him.

"You're Qingyan?"

"Yes, Elder." In the face of Xiaolinshan's biggest leader, Qingyan is still very respectful.

The elder frowned, "Three years, three years, three years, I haven't passed the assessment once, this is about to make up the exam, is it okay?" ”

He also wanted to ask the girl, if it would work!

The master, who was in charge of teaching Qingyan, bowed his head in shame.

There was silence for a while, which made the green smoke monster embarrassed.

Looking around, everyone is pretending to be dead.

The elder was angry, and a mouthful of old blood was in his heart.

Qingyan saw that the elder's face was red and uncomfortable, but several masters just avoided it, and they didn't even notice that the person sitting in the first place was faint.

"Elder?" Qingyan rushed over to hold the crooked man.

When I got closer, I noticed that the top of his head was sparse and his eyes were black.

You won't die suddenly from overwork, will you?

Qingyan hurriedly checked his pulse and rolled his eyelids.

Fortunately, it's not dead, and it can be rescued.

"Elder close his eyes and recuperate, what are you messing around!"

Seeing that she had no rules, several masters dared to untie the elder's collar and scolded loudly.

Close your eyes and refresh yourself?

Is it old and dizzy or feigned ignorance?

In this case, you don't need to gasp if you can't catch your breath for two breaths.

At this time, Qingyan was finally able to understand the slightest trace of elder's difficulty.

Can you lead such a group of pig teammates without being bald?

Qingyan flattened the elder, and seeing that his face was pale, and there was a smell of blood when he opened his mouth, he immediately took out the silver needle he was carrying.

The needle fell from the hand, and a piece of the beard was pierced.

Only then did the masters realize that the elder was not dozing off.

After all, who is so sleepy that he doesn't wake up after being pricked with so many stitches.

"Are you going to stab the elder to death like this?" A master asked worriedly.

Which eye did you see me messing around?

Qingyan glared at him.

"If the elder dies, can I be an elder?" Another Master's voice.

Before they could breathe, the masters began to argue about who was more suitable to be their successor.

"You know how to heal?"

A faint voice rang out.

The council hall was so noisy that no one paid attention except for Qingyan's sigh of relief.

"A little fur." In fact, she is better at disemboweling.

The elder suddenly sank his face, his eyes sharp, and he looked at her fixedly.

Qingyan only cared about his bad feelings when he went to the ghost gate, and pulled out the needles one by one and put them away.

The elder secretly exercised his skills, and found that the depressed qi in his chest that had been accumulated for many years had been cleared by her in one fell swoop, and he suddenly felt comfortable physically and mentally.

The needle is effective, the needle is healed, and the face still does not change under the sharp eye.

He is very skillful and courageous.

Qingyan was squeezed to the edge by several masters before he could get the needle, and the elder left with a calm face, refusing the hush and warmth of this group of old men.

Early one morning, the bell rang, and everyone in Xiaolinshan gathered at the training ground.

Qingyan rushed over because he had to make up the exam, and he didn't see the assessment master after going around a circle, so he became the last person to arrive.

She was late and caused a lot of cold eyes.

When the elder saw her appear, he walked down the stage and brought the person up.

The disciples under the stone platform whispered, all guessing that Qingyan had made a big mistake, and was only criticized by the elders alone.

The elder raised the token in his hand, "There is a major announcement today, Elder Ben has decided to let Qingyan take over the Xiaolinshan Foundation and become the new elder. ”

For a while, the atmosphere on the training ground froze.

Do the elders know what they're talking about?

Is he possessed by evil spirits to talk like this?

Several masters were shocked by the elder's words, and it took a long time to come back to their senses.

looked at Qingyan's eyes, with suspicion and disdain.

She made up the exam today, has she passed?

"Is there a mistake?" Qingyan himself felt incredible.

The elder smiled and handed her the token.

Make her an elder?

Qingyan looked at the masters and shook her head in resistance.

Who is willing to bring such a subordinate, she is not interested in it anyway.

The elder didn't expect her to refuse, no matter how many people wanted to sit in this position, they didn't have a chance.

She doesn't want to deliver it to her hands.

"Hurry up and put it away."

The master who taught her hurriedly smiled and stuffed the token into Qingyan's hand.

Once Qingyan becomes an elder, see who dares to say that the disciples he taught are not promising.

A master next to Qingyan frowned, "I object, this is not in accordance with the rules. ”

"yes, it's not in line!" Qingyan was the first to stand up in support, which made the other party dumbfounded.

What kind of means is this?

Retreat?

"On a case-by-case basis, Qingyan's qualifications are dull, how can he afford to be an elder?"

"Even if you want to change the elder, it should be my master, and the person who didn't even pass the assessment is worthy of her!"

"Yes, she is also worthy!"

"She deserves it!"

Those masters and disciples were disdainful and unwilling, and they all glared at Qingyan viciously.

The opposition grew louder and louder.

I don't know who took out a dry steamed bun and threw it towards the green smoke.

Qingyan was unprepared against the elders, and was suddenly hit by a steamed bun that was as hard as a stone, and he was immediately angry.

Didn't you know that such long hair is difficult to wash?

It won't dry for half a day without a hair dryer!

"Who!" She turned to look at the audience.

Sen Leng's eyes covered the embarrassment of a broken bun dandruff.

It's chilling.

The person who threw the steamed bun felt a sigh in his heart, and wanted to hide but was squeezed out by the crowd, so he could only say hard.

"What if it's me, you're not worthy!"

"If I'm not worthy, are you worthy?" Qingyan sneered.

The man's face turned blue with anger, and he was about to refute it, when he saw her holding up the token in her hand.

"As a disciple, if you commit the following crimes, you will be disrespectful to Elder Ben, and you will be punished for three days of Qing cultivation."

"You!" The man clenched his hands.

If you don't eat or drink, you can kneel for three days.

It's hard to be pressed on the head by a waste!

Qingyan looked at the person who hated to tear himself but could only kneel down obediently, and was in a good mood.

"Everyone, please advise."