Dielian's eyes were red and swollen, wiping her tears, and she looked extremely aggrieved, and ran out angrily.

Yang Fan felt that this woman's acting skills had increased a little, capturing the emotional fluctuations in her heart.

Dielian trotted all the way out of the Xianhong Medical Center and came to the interior of a nearby grocery store.

"Woooooooooo......oo Master, I don't want to do this task, please break my seal. ”

Dielian cried to a mysterious man in a black robe and a black mask in front of her.

"Why?" the mysterious man's voice was not salty, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "You are one of my favorite disciples. ”

"But...... That man was so hard to serve! he wasn't even interested in me at all!" Dielian cried.

The mysterious man sighed lightly: "This is because you haven't done the task with your heart, if you are an idle person, you can make the target swoon with your beauty and unparalleled charm." That person is indeed difficult to deal with, and you should be patient, this is also a test and tempering for you. ”

"Yes, Master......" Dielian's mood stabilized, wiped away her tears, and a few touching smiles bloomed on her pretty face.

The mysterious man's deep eyes showed a hint of approval, and he nodded: "Even if it's acting, you have to act with your heart." ”

"This pill is for you, at the critical moment, you take it, you can break your seal, so as not to encounter the situation like last night......"

The mysterious black-robed man took out a pill and handed it to Dielian.

"Master Xie. Dielian hurriedly took the pill and put it away properly.

"You go ahead. The mysterious man dropped a word, and his body turned into a cloud of nothingness, disappearing into this seemingly ordinary grocery store.

Dielian looked at the place where Shizun had disappeared, her face was puzzled, and she murmured, "Shizun's mission this time is really strange......

She didn't stay long and returned to the Xianhong Medical Center.

As soon as she went upstairs, Dielian happened to meet Yang Fan.

"Where did you go just now?" Yang Fan asked calmly.

Dielian was startled, and when facing Yang Fan, he had a strange feeling in his heart.

"I'm in a bad mood, I just went out for a walk, and now I've made a decision......," Dielian whispered.

"Oh, what decision?" Yang Fan said with interest.

Just now, his divine sense had followed this woman out, and he discovered a strange scene: Dielian walked into a grocery store, and then inexplicably lost her breath and trace, as if she disappeared out of thin air.

But after a long time, the woman appeared out of thin air again and returned to the hospital.

"Dielian decided to stay in the hospital, not afraid of hardship, tiredness, and bullying, and will definitely impress the pharmacist with her sincerity and accept me as an apprentice. ”

Dielian's eyes showed a hint of stubbornness and unyielding.

"Okay," the corners of Yang Fan's mouth showed a hint of mockery: "From today onwards, the clothes of all pharmacists and apprentices in the medical hall will be washed by you, and the cleaning work on the first four floors of the medical hall will also be handed over to you." As for the fifth floor of the medical hall, you are not allowed to enter without my permission, otherwise you will be expelled immediately. ”

"I'm going to do a good job. Dielian had a resolute face, without a trace of complaint and grievance, but was unusually positive and optimistic.

Yang Fan was slightly stunned, no longer paid attention to this woman, and began to get busy.

The Xianhong Medical Hall is divided into five floors, the first and second floors are places for mortals to heal their wounds and diseases, and the third floor is seen by four pharmacists from the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

And Yang Fan only needs to sit on the fourth floor, waiting for idle injuries, he doesn't bother to make a move at all.

With his current cultivation in the late stage of concentrating, the injuries suffered by the ordinary Qi Refining Stage stream may not have any effect on treatment.

After half a day of planning, the layout of the entire medical hall has been properly arranged, and no omissions have been found.

In order to prevent prying eyes, Yang Fan also deliberately set up a number of powerful prohibitions on the fourth and fifth floors of the medical hall, and the private space on the fifth floor not only prohibited, but also set up a small formation. Even if the monks of the foundation building period came in person, they would not be able to spy on the situation on the fourth and fifth floors.

That night, Yang Fan took the time to go back to the palace, first checked Yu Wenxin's situation, and felt that the "Nine Residences Xuan Vein" in this woman's body was awakening, and he could even feel the trace of mysterious power that echoed with the stars in the night sky.

Subsequently, he went to meet Yan Wang Yu Wenyan again to explain his intentions.

"Hehe, no problem, I had this proposal yesterday. Tomorrow, the opening hall of the 'Xianhong Medical Hall', my Yanwang Mansion and even the 'Yuwen Family' will help you. ”

Yuwen said boldly.

"Yuwen family, that's the best thing, Yang is here to thank you. Yang Fan expressed his gratitude in his heart.

He just wanted King Yan to support him, but he didn't expect the other party to be able to win over the Yuwen family behind him.

However, Yang Fan didn't feel strange when he thought that this Yu Wenyan himself had a strength that surpassed that of ordinary Concentrating Stage cultivators. Whether it is the immortal cultivation world or the secular world, the status is determined by strength, and the status of this Yan King in the Yuwen family will not be low.

"It's you, it seems that your mind is all on the medical hall, aren't you worried about the assassination of the 'Dark Blood Dynasty'?"

King Yan asked curiously.

Yang Fan said lightly: "I hope that in the next round of assassination, the opponent's strength will not be too weak." ”

"It seems that the pharmacist is very confident, and by the way, I have to tell you a little more about this organization. The Darkblood Dynasty is an extremely complex organization, divided into internal and external members, and its members' missions are not limited to assassination. ”

Yan Wang explained.

"Internal members and external members, what is the difference between the two?" Yang Fan asked.

"The former is trained within the organization and is an absolute diehard. And the external members can be any immortal cultivator or warrior in Kyoto, or even an ordinary mortal...... As long as someone can make a bid and advance a portion of the payment, the task can be taken over by an external member. Yan Wang said.

"I didn't expect the prince to know so much about this organization, are you also one of the external members?" Yang Fan said with a slight teasing.

"Haha, the pharmacist was joking. King Yan's expression changed slightly, he snorted, and said with a smile: "External members are not regular, in normal times, they are ordinary martial artists or immortal cultivators, when they lack property or spirit stones, they can become one of the external members." ”

"In this way, anyone around me could be a killer sent by the 'Dark Blood Dynasty'?" Yang Fan looked stunned.

"That's right, this is actually driven by interests, and the one who assassinated the pharmacist yesterday should be an internal member of the 'Dark Blood Dynasty'. There will only be three such assassinations, and each one is stronger than the other. As for the pursuit of external members, there is no limit to the number of times, but there is a specific time limit, and it is invalid after expiration. ”

"Thank you for your advice, Yang understands. ”

Yang Fan's expression was calm as usual, he said goodbye to King Yan, and said secretly: "It seems that this King Yan must have had a business connection with the 'Dark Blood Dynasty'......"

It was late at night and the wind was a little cool.

Yang Fan sensed a hint of an unusual atmosphere.

As soon as he walked into a deserted alley, a few masked people suddenly killed in front of him, and several sword magic weapons flew in.

"It's so fast!" Yang Fan pursed the corners of his mouth slightly, took out a flying sword, held it in his hand and blocked it lightly.

Dingdingding......

In three or two blows, these attacks were repulsed.

"Suffer death!"

"Let's go up together, kill this son, you can get ten thousand taels of gold, three hundred spirit stones and two superb magic weapons. ”

These people are mixed, most of them are immortal cultivators, and there are also a few innate martial artists.

Yang Fan looked at these people coldly, and injected mana into the "poison treasure" in his palm, but he floated up, flying on the wall, volleying empty steps, and floating like a fairy.

In a matter of moments, he circled around the killers.

Plop, plop, plop......

Everywhere they passed, the killers fell to the ground and died of poison.

"Hmph, a group of rabble!" Yang Fan put away the poison treasure and flew back to the Xianhong Medical Hall.

Not long after he left, several figures appeared in the dark corner.

"This pharmacist is too terrifying, it seems that he is probably not a mid-stage Qi refining period cultivator, and it is estimated that he has at least the cultivation of Qi Cultivation Great Perfection. ”

"The most terrifying thing is the poison treasure in his hand, as long as he gets close, he will die, even if he holds his breath, it is useless!" said one of them in horror.

"Forget it, let's give up this mission and let the internal members of the 'Dark Blood Dynasty' have a headache. ”

Soon, some of them gave up.

"That's right, the bounty is tempting, but this person is really a dangerous person......"

......

Yang Fan returned to the fifth floor of the medical hall, cultivated the magic skills, and reached the middle stage of condensation unimpeded, and after a few more years of cultivation, I am afraid that he would be able to reach the late stage of concentrating.

It's just that when condensing the "Netherworld Demon Flame", Yang Fan could vaguely feel the existence that seemed to be standing on top of the clouds, holding a 'Demon Flame' in his hand, and looking down on all beings in the world.

The powerful existence in the dark, even if it was far away from him, was still suppressed and frightened, and the sense of crisis never disappeared.

After a night of nothing, the magic power soared.

The next day, when he walked out of the fifth floor of the Xianhong Medical Hall, he found that the entire medical hall was full of lights and lively, and there were many people who came to visit and celebrate, and the head of the palace was in charge of this matter.

Here, Yang Fan found a lot of people he knew: Cheng Laoxian, Cheng Yunfei, Yu Wenxin, the little county lord, He Yaoshi, and some people who appeared in the palace banquet last time.

In short, the huge medical hall is a little crowded.

At the same time, there are countless people who come to the hospital to see a doctor.

At the door of the medical hall, two apprentices were shouting: "The first day of the medical hall opened, free medical treatment,!"

As they shouted, more and more mortals crowded over here, including some slightly curious immortal cultivators.

At the entrance of the medical hall, there is also a stage on which a storyteller is foaming at the mouth of the explanation: "...... It is said that this legendary pharmacist cured the disease that the three great divine doctors in Kyoto could not help, and formed a good relationship with the Yanwang Mansion, and was even highly respected by the first sword in Kyoto 'Wushuang'......"

Yang Fan listened with interest, and at this moment, Yu Wenxin stepped forward, smiled like a flower, and said, "Brother Yang, how is today's opening ceremony?"

"The effect is very good, but I feel that today's opening ceremony will probably not go on so smoothly......

Yang Fan said lightly, his gaze swept over the dense crowd near the medical hall, and faintly, he felt a touch of murder hidden under the bustle and noise.

"Let's let go!"

At this moment, there was a sudden chaos ahead.

Several big men in cloth clothes, carrying a stretcher, on which lay an old man with purple cheeks and black hair, were running towards this side.

"Everyone, let go, the patient is in danger, ask the divine doctor to help!"

Leading the way were a scholar and a young girl, both of whom had red and swollen eyes and were anxious, and who seemed to be the children of the sick.

(To be continued)