He Yong went out to play with Murong Ting, and he didn't go into details.

When the two returned to the clinic in the evening, He Yong asked Murong Ting: "Sister, now that your illness has been cured, do you want to practice any martial arts? ”

Although Murong Ting's age is over 16 years old, she has just taken the Life Creation Pill, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra on her body have been opened by He Yong, if she cultivates martial arts, it will not be too late at all.

Murong Ting hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother, if I don't cultivate martial arts, will you protect me forever?"

He Yong showed a hint of complexity, and could only say truthfully:

"If I were by your side, I would naturally be willing to protect you for the rest of my life, but I will be gone before long. ”

"What, brother, you're leaving, where are you going, I'm going to follow you!"

Although Murong Ting also has many brothers in the family who dote on her, somehow he has a strange sense of affection for He Yong.

Maybe it's because He Yong cured her of the disease, or maybe it's because He Yong has a special charm.

Now that she heard that He Yong was leaving, she was very reluctant.

He Yong smiled bitterly: "You can't go with me, don't say that you don't have the slightest cultivation in your body, even if I go, life and death are uncertain." ”

"Brother, where are you going?It's so dangerous, don't you go?" Murong Ting was really worried and curious.

"Presumably your parents also know, what is the specific place, you should go back and ask your parents when the time comes. ”

He Yong didn't want to say more, so he could only say vaguely.

Murong Ting's eyes were red and she was about to cry, but she bit her lip and didn't let the tears flow.

After a long time, she looked at He Yongding and said: "Brother, teach me the martial arts of cultivation, I want to start cultivating, if you don't come back in the future, I will go to you!"

He Yong's heart was shocked, and in the end he only showed a wry smile, and said to Murong Ting: "Silly sister!"

After speaking, he gently hugged Murong Ting in his arms, without any evil thoughts.

That night, He Yong passed on the Cold Ice True Qi and the Nine Yin True Scripture to Murong Ting.

But He Yong was a little surprised: Murong Ting had already broken through three small realms in a row in just one night and became a sixth-rank martial artist!

Murong Ting, who has internal strength, also inspired a martial spirit, and it turned out to be a white-clothed and white-haired woman's phantom!

He Yong had seen very few martial souls, so he didn't feel how shocking it was for a humanoid martial soul to appear.

The next day, He Yong opened the door again, and Murong Ting still obediently beat him.

Although there are many patients outside, He Yong's speed of seeing a doctor is already very fast, and these patients are usually found for diseases that cannot be treated in other places, so there are only one or two hundred per day.

As he saw more and more patients, He Yong's understanding of medical skills became more and more thorough, and the speed of seeing patients became faster and faster.

The same disease that used to take him seven or eight minutes to cure, now it only takes five or even two or three minutes to cure.

And at three o'clock in the afternoon, he will also close the door on time and go out with Murong Ting to play.

In this way, three days passed in a blink of an eye, but He Yong's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and many people know that there is an amazing miracle doctor here, no matter what the disease is, he can cure it.

Three days later, He Yong called Murong Ting to the room and said to her:

"Sister, there is something I have been hiding from you, and today I must confess to you: my current appearance is a illusion, in fact, my real appearance is not like this. ”

When Murong Ting heard this, she grinned and said, "Brother, I knew you wouldn't be so ordinary. But don't worry, no matter what you look like, you're my brother!"

He Yong put his mind at ease, smiled, and said, "I am much more relieved to have your words, I hope my true appearance will not scare you!"

After speaking, his mind moved, and he changed back to his true face.

After Murong Ting saw his appearance, she immediately covered her cherry mouth, her face was full of disbelief, and after a while, she said:

"Brother, it turns out that you are really that Master He! When I heard your name before, I wanted to say it, but I just thought you were ...... with him I'm afraid of hitting you. I didn't expect you to be the master of that!"

"Hehe......" He Yong was a little ashamed, if there was no system, it seemed that there would be so many titles, so it was not good for him to say anything.

He changed his appearance to his previous appearance again, and then took Murong Ting out of the house.

He Yong hung up the sign of 'temporarily closed' and took Murong Ting directly to Juewei Hotel.

When they arrived at the door of Juewei Hotel, Zhao Xiaoyu's father and daughter were already waiting. After seeing He Yong and Murong Ting, the two hurriedly greeted them.

After greeting each other, Zhao Xiaoyu looked at Murong Ting curiously and asked, "What a beautiful little sister, Brother Yong, this is ......?"

He Yong smiled and introduced Zhao Xiaoyu's father and daughter: "This is my sister, called Murong Ting. ”

Zhao Xiaoyu was stunned when she heard this, He Yong and Murong Ting have different surnames, and this 'sister' is a little ambiguous.

Thinking of this, his eyes when he looked at He Yong were also full of resentment: it turned out that He Yong still thought she was not beautiful enough.

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu's resentful eyes, He Yong was a little embarrassed, and in front of Murong Ting, he couldn't explain it. And he has nothing to do with Zhao Xiaoyu, so there is no need to explain.

He could only change the topic and ask Zhao Youyun, "Where is the preliminary round of the God of Food Contest held?"

Zhao Youyun pointed to the car on the side and said to He Yong: "Get in the car, I'll take you there." ”

He Yong nodded, and took Murong Ting to sit in the business car on the side.

After arriving in the car, Zhao Youyun thanked He Yong first: "Xiao He, you don't mind calling you that, right?"

He Yong said with a smile: "Boss Zhao is polite, you are older than me, and I have some friendship with Xiaoyu, you can just call me Xiao He." ”

Zhao Youyun nodded and said, "Xiao He, you found the chefs in my hotel, right? Even a god of food has come to me as a chef, except for you, I can't think of anyone else who can invite them over?"

He Yong waved his hand and said, "Boss Zhao is polite, I'm just doing my best." ”

When Zhao Youyun saw He Yong admit it, he was grateful, but he also knew that He Yong was not lacking now, and he didn't know how to repay him.

The only thing he can do is his daughter Xiaoyu, but He Yong can't look down on it.

He could only secretly put his gratitude to He Yong in his heart, and then said to He Yong:

"In this year's God of Food Competition, the preliminary rounds are held in their respective cities, and the final champion is selected, and then brought to the national finals. And the venue of our Maotu City is Guilin Square. ”

Murong Ting on the side asked curiously: "Brother, if you want to participate in the God of Food Competition, it means that your cooking skills are very good?" It's just that I don't understand, with your current identity and status, why do you still want to participate in this God of Food Competition?"

He Yong remembered that he had just come to this world, was regarded as a disabled person, wanted to find a job, but couldn't even apply for a match, and was even squeezed by others.

He looked at Murong Ting, smiled, and said, "It's just to make up for a regret in my heart, or a promise!"