Wang Yi did not recognize all the strange medicinal materials on the medicine shelf. They were books that Wang Yi had spent many years in the old man's library, which was known as the most complete collection of books in the world. There were also some medicinal materials that Wang Yi was not familiar with.

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After all, some things are not written in books, but passed down from generation to generation.

Just like when every senior martial artist accepts a disciple and brings him in, it is impossible to just throw him a book and let him practice martial arts with that book.

It's impossible and doesn't exist.

Every disciple who is brought in by the master will be carefully taught by the master and taught what he has learned throughout his life. He does not just ask the disciples to practice according to those secret books.

If you accept disciples and let them practice according to the books, and they can become masters, what else should Shanmen do? Just print a large number of books.

"Xiao Li, look at this. Is it too much? As a result, the yin and yang in the medicinal properties will soon be completely out of balance. Listen to the master, let's do this first..."

In the distance, since entering the courtyard, the old man has been pulling the woman named Xiao Li to the front of a room, constantly giving Xiao Li some things that need attention and pointing out Xiao Li's mistakes.

The woman named Xiaoli kept smiling and nodding, listening humbly to every word the old man said to her, and secretly remembered it in her heart.

Wang Yi didn't care. It was still early before going to bed. The old man ignored him, so he would take it alone.

But he was still a little hungry. Wang Yi rubbed his belly and murmured: "It's just hard on you."

Since he was hungry, Wang Yi decided to find some food by himself. When he was in Qingshan City, Wang Yi thought it was important to find the beggar first, and it didn't take long, so he bought himself some food, but he didn't expect what happened next.

So many things.

Accidents have always been with Wang Yi.

Wang Yi took off the bamboo box on his back and put it on the ground. Carrying these things on his back was very heavy. In fact, Wang Yi had always put the bamboo box on the back of the old horse and did not carry it on his body.

At that time, Wang Yi was not reluctant to part with Lao Ma, but he was reluctant to part with the books in the bamboo box and the clothes made by Qin Keqing himself.

People have always said that people are timid when living close to home. In fact, Wang Yi is also like this. Otherwise, why would Wang Yi never go to his home?

Just because the old man sent Wang Yi a mission? In fact, Wang Yi knew in his heart that it was just an excuse. It only took a day or two to buy a fast horse and go home.

Does the old man know that he is like this? Wang Yi sighed softly. The old man must know, but he just doesn't care.

It doesn't matter if you go home or not, as long as you do things well for me, I will treat you as invisible.

Wang Yi, who has been with the old man for many years, even has this old man's temper. If things don't go well, the old man may even find out that you wet the bed when you were a child, and then settle the accounts. It's called "I'm sorry for your bedwetting. I'm sorry for your father."

My mother disciplined me.

Finally, I might want to say, you're welcome.

Don't doubt it, the old man really did this, and Wang Yi was at the scene at the time.

That person was just an informant developed by the old man. He asked him to look at a person, took over the informant, fell asleep in the middle of the night, and let the person run away.

The old man didn't chase that person, he just smoked a cigarette and started to tell the informant about his past, about the candy man who robbed the neighbor's children when he was a child. In the past ten years, there were thirty-four in total.

The big yellow dog at the entrance of the village was beaten three hundred and sixty-one and a half times. Why half? Because halfway through the last beating, the big yellow dog was killed.

He spied on the neighbor's wife taking a shower seventy times in total. The angry old man put a cigarette pole on the eyeliner's head more than seventy times and did nothing!

In the end, the eyeliner committed suicide directly.

After that, Wang Yi asked the old man why he didn't catch that person first, but instead treated the informant like this.

At that time, the old man had not yet hunched over. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Wang Yi for a while. He was silent at first, and then said to Wang Yi, who was still a child: "The human heart is sixty-two, and it changes in thousands of ways. It is as simple as a candle, and as chaotic as stars."

"Everything in the world is like this. Whatever we do, we must put our heart first. As long as we have the heart, we will not be afraid of failure."

Wang Yi, who was still a child at the time, was a little immobile. He raised his head, looked at the old man who was much taller than him, and asked, "What if they survive?"

"If these people can look directly at their past, then kill them."

"Why?"

"A person can accept all the sins he has committed in such a short period of time, then these people are the most terrifying, far more terrifying than those who want to harm you."

Wang Yi didn't understand it at that time, but now Wang Yi understands it somewhat.

A little knowledge.

Wang Yi laughed at himself, stopped thinking, and moved his shoulders a little, feeling a little sore.

Wang Yi used the lantern hanging from the eaves in the yard to look for the place where the wood was piled. Generally, the place where the wood was piled was closest to the kitchen.

As expected, Wang Yi quickly found the wood. He stood up, took off the long sword from his waist, and put it behind his back. As a thief, you should wear simple clothes.

Walking to the door of the kitchen, he quietly opened the wooden door. Through a small gap, Wang Yi found that there was no one inside. He opened the door directly and walked into the kitchen. Wang Yi began to look for food.

Wang Yi is very lucky. There are a lot of delicious food on the kitchen stove, including meat and vegetables, roast chicken, pork head...

There was also a jar of wine placed there. Wang Yi took a deep breath and concluded in his heart that this was a jar of good wine. It tasted mellow, strong but not spicy. Wang Yi had never asked about this taste.

Pulling off a chicken leg from a roast chicken, Wang Yi took out a bowl and poured himself a glass of wine.

After taking a satisfied sip, Wang Yi pursed his lips. It was really an endless aftertaste.

The chicken legs are delicious and the drinks are delicious.

Life is happy, but that’s all.

But just as Wang Yi was eating and drinking in the kitchen, the door to the courtyard was opened, and a woman walked in from the outside. Her appearance was somewhat gorgeous. Even in the dark, the woman's face could not be concealed.

"Miss, miss, it's not good."

As soon as she walked through the gate, she ran all the way to the yard and looked around the yard, as if to find the location of the lady she said.

Lu Li was in the room with the old man, studying medicinal materials, when he heard the shouts of his maid, Xiaomei, and shouted outside, "I'm here, Xiaomei."

In the yard, Xiaomei, who was looking for her young lady, heard her voice, knew her location, and hurried over.

Opening the door curtain, Xiaomei walked into the room and saw her own lady at a glance.

"Miss, it's not good, the young master..."

Xiaomei, who was about to say something, saw her young lady's master here and hurriedly saluted, "I have met the village chief."

The old man nodded slightly. After living for many years, he didn't know Xiaomei's thoughts. It was because he didn't want to know something. Listening to the content of Xiaomei's words, the old man knew that it should be that bullshit young leader of the Northern League.

Just a scumbag.

The old man took out his cigarette rod and took a puff, "While you guys are chatting, I'll go find the boy I brought here."

"Master, stop smoking all the time. It's not good for your health."

Lu Li watched his master take out the cigarette stick, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his face was a little worried.

The old man chuckled and nodded. Before leaving, he looked at Xiaomei meaningfully and said, "Don't run around all the time. It's not good for your health."

Xiaomei was already a little anxious. When she heard the old man's words, she became even more nervous and pinched the corner of her clothes. She didn't say anything and just lowered her head.

The old man felt a little bored, and the young people's affairs were even more boring.

Life is boring.

After walking out of the room, the old man touched his belly. He had just returned from herding sheep and taught Xiaoli some things. He hadn't even eaten dinner yet. Although he was smoking a cigarette in his mouth, the cigarette could not keep him full.

With this in mind, the old man looked up and found that Wang Yi, who he had brought back, was nowhere to be found, leaving only the old horse and the bamboo box.

What about the boy?

Even the old man couldn't figure out the situation. Maybe that kid didn't want to run away.

This idea was quickly dismissed by the old man. The kid didn't even escape at the entrance of the village, and it was even more impossible now.

So where can this kid go?

The old man suddenly heard something and turned his head. He found that the kitchen door was wide open.

not good!

Is that kid in there?

The old man yelled in his heart and hurried to the door of the kitchen. Sure enough, the boy was here.

Wang Yi was a little drunk, and most of the food on the table had been eaten by Wang Yi. Now Wang Yi was holding the jar of wine, sitting on the table, his face flushed, his mouth open, looking at the old man stupidly.

"Hey, who is this friend? Come... have a drink. It's free of charge."

After saying that, Wang Yi stood up, staggered, and walked towards the old man.

The old man looked at Wang Yi and said, "Boy, you did a good job!"

"Hey...Hey, old man, why do you look so familiar? Who are you and what are you doing at my house?!"

The old man was so angry that he stretched out his kick and tripped Wang Yi to the ground. The wine jar Wang Yi was holding was caught by the old man.

Wang Yi, who fell to the ground, lost his voice completely and lay on the ground, apparently ready to take a deep sleep.

The old man glanced at Wang Yi lying on the ground, then looked at the few drinks left in the wine jar, and couldn't help but sigh, this boy is really good at drinking.

"Boy, this is medicinal wine. Xiaoli brewed it himself. One jar is as good as ten jars outside. I'm afraid I'll have to sleep until tomorrow afternoon."

The old man shook his head, put the wine jar on the table, pulled up one of Wang Yi's legs, supported the drunkard, and walked outside to find a room for Wang Yi. From now on, Xiaoli's medicinal materials will need to be kept here.

The boy is here to test the medicine.
Chapter completed!