Mo Ying saw these in his eyes and tried to ask, "Miss Lan! Miss Yan! I want to go back to Luoyang City! Can you give me a ride?"

After Miss Lan Yan made a "cow roar" sound in her throat, she tapped her head a few times repeatedly, indicating that she was willing.

Moying patted it on the head and said, "Thank you!

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw Miss Lan Yan turn her head, and she crossed the pool, splashed in the pool, and kept playing in the pool, as if interpreting that although I am a spirit animal, I also love beauty......

The ink shadow that has been confirmed, and the heart is ecstatic.

He quickly ran back to the "Medicineless Pavilion" and shouted, "Shirt, shirt!"

"What's the matter, Fifth Brother!" asked Shirt asked, poking his head out with a cooking spatula in his hand.

"Hurry up!"

Shirt shirt looked embarrassed and said, "What are you doing? I'm cooking? The fire in the stove is too big, can't you bring it over to me?"

Ink Shadow heard the shirt say this for the first time, and walked over with a smile.

As soon as she passed, she sat down on her chair and took off her shoes and socks as she spoke.

It made the shirt itch inexplicably, and the shirt giggled while asking, "What are you going to do? Put me down, itchy!"

Mo Ying looked at her and whispered, "Fifth Brother is not mistaken, you have a big scar on this foot, right?

Yan Yishan was suddenly stunned, remembering that a year after Moying went to the mountain, when he helped him cook and eat, the firewood in the stove fell out and accidentally burned his foot. I didn't expect him to remember it.

So he said gently: "It's okay, it's already fine! Little Fifth Brother, why are you asking this?"

The ink shadow was silent, and the black "black mud paste" was smeared, and the hand kept kneading back and forth on the jade feet, and a burst of warmth spread from the bottom to the top, spreading all over the body through the jade feet, and Yan Shirt suddenly felt that her face was hot.

Her eyes stared directly at the scar on her foot, and the miraculous scene made her eyes widen, and she saw that her scar slowly weakened, slowly smoothed, and finally there was no trace of it and became as good as ever.

She couldn't help but ask loudly, "Little Wu, what's going on, it's amazing!"

Mo Ying smiled and immediately said, "Don't shout, this is a secret I just discovered, and the ghost doctor doesn't know it!"

"Ahh

"I'm going back to Luoyang City to sell medicine!" Mo Ying said mischievously.

"Selling medicine?After a lot of hardships, I finally climbed the drug-free mountain, and I didn't care about my practice, you actually wanted to sell medicine?"

Mo Ying said, "I'm playing with you, I'm serious!, but the ghost doctor shouldn't really know about this, and I'm hesitating to tell him?"

"Why don't you say it? I think the ghost doctor is a naughty old man, and he has no malicious intent, and this is where he lives all year round, this should be his secret!"

Yan Yiyi was about to get up and go to the stove after speaking, but Mo Ying had to quickly help put on her shoes and socks.

Looking at the fragrant white gas coming out of the pot, Mo Ying said, "Okay! I'll discuss it with the old man when we eat! As long as he can let me pass the snow mountain qi and the sea, I'll tell him this secret!"

When Yan Yishan heard this, he pretended to be angry and said: "The guy who never suffers a loss is really evil!"

Ink Shadow smiled and turned to go to the ghost doctor's room.

As soon as he stepped inside, Ink Shadow saw that the house that had been bombed everywhere had been cleaned up by the ghost doctor, except for some smoky black on the walls.

When the ghost doctor saw the ink shadow coming in, he picked up the two gourds on the wall, threw them over, and said, "I have been leaving this wine for decades, so I will drink it today!"

Mo Ying raised his hand and said, "I can't drink, Master said." ”

"What did Master say? In this medicine-free mountain, I have the final say!" The ghost doctor said angrily, staring his gloomy and resentful eyes at the ink shadow.

"If you can't drink, you can't drink, my body has been crippled since I was a child, and drinking alcohol is not good for my health, and it is not good for my cultivation!"

Mo Ying directly filtered the gaze of the ghost doctor, and said whatever he thought in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor would not follow it again, he raised it with one hand, and the wine gourd that Mo Ying had just taken appeared in his own hand, and then glared at Mo Ying and said, "Lao Tzu is not rare for you to drink, I don't know good things." My gourd is a good thing that is rare to see in a thousand years, and even the qi back to the sky and the sea can't be compared! By the way, don't follow me!"

After saying that, the old man got up and hummed a little song and left, leaving Moying alone in the house silent.

Since entering this drug-free mountain, all the way down is thrilling and surprising. The master said that there would be some adventures, this beast sword, this blue smoke, this black mud paste, this strange old man, which one is not an adventure? But who is this old man? Just a ghost doctor? What does it have to do with himself?

Mo Ying was puzzled, and cheekily followed. He didn't care about the ghost doctor's words, don't follow. If you don't lose meat and don't bleed, it's a piece of cake or two for him.

Mo Ying remembered that he had read a book in Beishan before, which was dedicated to the master who borrowed Jingzhou and did not pay it back, and then others succeeded, how could this cheeky be thinner than himself?

In fact, sometimes Moying himself is very entangled, entangled in not knowing what is going on in his head every day.

Thinking like this, he walked into the courtyard in a mess, and Mo Ying opened his eyes, and was suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him, subverting common sense.

I saw the ghost doctor sitting in the small courtyard with the words "No Medicine Pavilion" written on the gatehouse of the courtyard wall, holding a gourd and drinking, and the blue dragon Miss Lanyan next to him coiled her body like a python, and her head was within the distance of the ghost doctor's hand.

That's it, after all, it's a spirit beast, just drink some of it, but the "Red Shadow" next to Miss Lan Yan was extremely drunk, and from time to time it shook its head in the air......

That's it, but the most alcohol-weary shirt on weekdays actually changed into a pure white shirt, her hair was coiled high, and she was holding a wine gourd in her hand, and she was dancing next to her while drinking.

Mo Ying's eyes were directly the size of a copper bell, his mouth was wide open, his thoughts were racing, and he didn't know what the situation was?

I couldn't help but wonder in my heart: "It's really so delicious?

As soon as he thought of this, there was a sound of swallowing saliva in his throat, and this sound just fell into the ears of the ghost doctor, only to see the ghost doctor's ears move twice, and he turned around and said, "Does the kid drink to the end?"

"Drink!" replied Murray, not stubborn this time.

He walked over and looked at the shirt, the shirt was really beautiful, the white shirt danced with the willow wind in the afterglow of the sunset, it was really a special taste......

Seeing the ink shadow approaching, the shirt handed over the wine gourd in his hand and said, "Fifth brother, this wine is so delicious, you can taste it!"

Mo Ying took the gourd, poured a mouthful into his mouth, only to feel the hot and spicy, and was about to open his mouth to say two disrespectful sentences, and felt that the mouth was like tea in the Qingming season, slowly flowing into the throat, with a hint of coolness, straight into the stomach, warm like the sun at noon in winter. The strangest thing is that the lips and teeth are fragrant, and the aftertaste is long, and this aftertaste is completely different......

Mo Ying poured another sip into his mouth, closed his eyes, this time it was strange that it was like a mountain spring in a deep valley, cool and mixed with some sweet and sour, and after these tastes, he returned to the feeling of the first sip before, pure and long.

Mo Ying opened his eyes curiously, looked at the ghost doctor and asked, "Senior, what kind of wine is this?"

The ghost doctor replied, "I have made this wine myself, and I have named it - Drunken Death!"

Mo Ying sighed heartily: "Seconds!

He rarely said something heartfelt, and the ghost doctor looked at him and smiled and said, "The old man still thinks that in your eyes there is only cultivation?

After speaking, he continued: "It's a pity that this wine is a pity, and the old mantle's mantle will eventually be buried in the loess!"

Listening to what the ghost doctor said, he realized that this life was sometimes too bleak, just like this sunset, saying that it was beautiful, but sighing was a pity!

He glanced at the ghost doctor and said, "Uncle Ghost Doctor, why are your words full of sadness?"

The ghost doctor suddenly smiled reluctantly and said: "Everything is already predestined, the old man's agreement should be fulfilled, there is no ghost doctor in this world after victory or defeat!

Mo Ying was keenly aware of some different information from these words, and immediately asked, "It seems that the ghost doctor predecessors can't escape the world, and there are people who have stories to tell if they have lived in this deep mountain for a long time. Why don't you tell your juniors about such a good wine?"

The ghost doctor sighed and said, "Well, since it was the old man who led you up the mountain, as your stinky boy said, it was the old man who led you up the mountain, and there was also a fate, the old man has lived alone in this deep mountain for decades, and no one has spoken, so I will make an exception today and tell the dolls!"

After taking a sip of this "drunken life", the ghost doctor suddenly said: "No, no! How can these things be with you as an outsider, unless you defeat the old man as a teacher, the old man can tell you!"

When Mo Ying heard this, his head buzzed, and he said in his heart: "How is this possible? It's not appropriate, my master Zhuge Wenwu is a god in the world, and he has already worshiped in other mountains, how can he deceive his master and destroy his ancestors?"

Immediately shook his head and said: "Although the juniors are here for cultivation, they already have a teacher, please forgive me, I can't worship you as a teacher!"

The ghost doctor suddenly smiled, as soft as the wind in March, and his face was full of kindness. He moistened his throat with wine and said: "Yes! Yes, I have a teacher in my heart, and I know how to respect my teacher, but the old man is restrained, whether you worship me as a teacher or not, you have to call me a little master!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Ying and Yan shirt were so shocked that they almost dropped their jaws at the same time, and asked in unison, "Master?"

"Yes! It's Shizun! It's just a little master!" the ghost doctor finished calmly, laughing when he finished speaking.

Mo Ying was confused, and he didn't know where to ask, he had never heard the master talk about it, why was there suddenly a master alive?

Seeing the confusion on Mo Ying's face. The ghost doctor said: "The other mountain is a forbidden place for cultivation, and the mountain without medicine is a holy place for cultivation." The forbidden land originated from the imperial court ban and contained scriptures. And there are treasures everywhere in the medicine-free mountain, and every person who breaks into the medicine-free mountain is not a greedy person, and they will more or less get some of the benefits they want to help their cultivation. However, these people are not all loyal and good people, and they often do a lot of evil after going down the mountain, but all such people will be captured by me in the end and die in the medicineless mountain!"

Shaking his head and taking a sip of wine, the ghost doctor continued: "The Beishan Shenmo Pavilion has only accepted six disciples over the years, and the six disciples all need to be personally selected by the masters of the Shenmo Pavilion in the past dynasties, you won't know this, right?"

Ink Shadow and Shirt nodded in response.

The ghost doctor said again: "You are six senior brothers, is it possible that your master is not six, and your master is naturally six people." I am your master's little uncle, according to the rules of this sect, you should call me master!"

"Master?" muttered Moying.

Unexpectedly, the ghost doctor immediately agreed: "Eh! this disciple is well-behaved!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Ying's face was full of disdain, and he said: "You really agreed? I don't believe it, you look much younger than my master! This is impossible!"

As soon as Mo Ying finished speaking, the ghost doctor raised his leg and kicked it, and then said, "Are you really stupid or fake smart? What kind of mountain is this? You little king and eight lambs! Will the master lie to you?"

Mo Ying said, "This may be!"