Chapter 254

The worship ended.

The little Daoist had many questions in his mind he wanted to ask. He turned his head to look at his master and found a strange flush appearing on his master's face.

This master of his was truly a master and father in the literal sense.

All along, the master had been indifferent and free in front of him, like those portraits of patriarchs hanging on the wall.

This was the first time he felt such clear worldliness in his master.

"Master, which Long Wang is he?"

The little Daoist was young. When he went to the scripture collection pavilion of his own Daoist temple, he didn't like to flip through those scriptures, preferring to read stories.

In many stories, "Long Wang" would be mentioned. He had even sighed that this "Long Wang" could live so long, and no matter which dynasty or period, there were records of him suppressing powerful evil spirits.

Later, he learned from his master that Long Wang was a title, but this title could not be self-assigned; it had to be recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Every generation of Long Wang was a leader of an era, leaving behind stories and legends belonging to himself in the Jianghu.

However, the master did not answer this question, but took off the meditation cushion he carried with him, placed it on the ground, and sat cross-legged.

"Disciple, come over."

The little Daoist nodded, also took off the meditation cushion on his back, placed it behind his master, and sat on it.

"Disciple, calm your heart, listen to the preaching."

After speaking, the master closed his eyes.

The little Daoist also closed his eyes.

At first, there was no feeling at all, and because of the special environment here, the little Daoist couldn't even enter meditation.

But gradually, the little Daoist noticed that something in his brain seemed to have changed.

But for a moment, he didn't know exactly where.

This feeling was a bit tormenting, making him feel great insecurity.

He forced himself to open his eyes, stretched his body forward, and looked at his master, finding his master with closed eyes, smiling, and extremely immersed. This was definitely not Daoist meditation.

The sense of unease became more and more intense. The little Daoist held his head with both hands. He now had the feeling of someone reaching into his brain to fiddle with it.

Finally, he discovered the change, originating from a certain established and known distortion.

He recalled the scene when his master first brought him into the sect and taught him the martial arts of his sect when he was a child.

Although the sect was small and had been passed down from generation to generation, it had a long history in this Mount Qingcheng, and the ancestors were orthodox Daoist gates.

Therefore, the martial arts at the beginning of entering the sect focused on establishing foundations, shaping muscles and bones, and accumulating righteous Qi. In fact, it was to adjust to a better physical state to allow you to better comprehend and learn Daoist classics.

But now, when recalling this memory again, the master's demonstration became extremely fierce, and the formulas described in his mouth were completely different.

The momentum was more magnificent, and the mental cultivation methods were more profound. The little Daoist could clearly feel that this set was much more profound and advanced than his own family's inheritance.

But the little Daoist recognized someone teaching him face-to-face; he would be grateful to the other party and perform the teacher's salute to the other party.

He could also be given some secret manual to ponder and comprehend, even if it meant racking his brains and thinking hard for it.

He really couldn't accept this kind of forced modification of his own memory behavior.

Because he had always cherished the time after entering the sect. His mother died in an accident when she gave birth to him. He had lived with his maternal grandparents since he was young, and only knew that his father would come quietly in the middle of the night when he was fast asleep every once in a while, leaving some money and food.

Until his maternal grandparents were old and their bodies were not good, and they couldn't raise him anymore, they said they were preparing to let his father take him away.

He was reluctant to part with his maternal grandparents, but he was full of expectations for his father. This was an extremely normal performance for a child.

His father came, wearing a Daoist robe. This was the first time he saw his father.

But when he shouted "father," his father asked him to change his address to "master."

His father said, this was the rule.

In short, he enjoyed the memories of being with his father, and he couldn't allow such memories to be modified.

The little Daoist stood up, wanting to reach out and shake his master to wake him up, but as soon as he approached his master, his master turned his face to the side, his eyelids lifted slightly, and his eyes revealed creepy brilliance.

This was definitely not his master, and even less his father.

"Ah!!!"

The little Daoist's scream sounded, and he ran away regardless of everything.

The master withdrew his gaze and continued to reveal the same smile and intoxicated expression as before.

For a long time, the master seemed to have finished. He stood up, faced the ice-sealed black pool, and bowed again.

"Thank you, Long Wang."

Immediately, he began to pack up the things on the ground. When picking up the small meditation cushion, the master couldn't help but let out a sigh:

"This child, truly shallow in fortune."

Although the sect was also an orthodox Daoist inheritance, it had long since declined. Even if some collections were still there, there were not enough people to study and teach them, so they were just a pile of dead books, left there to gather dust.

Besides, even the scene at the peak of the sect in the ancestors' records, how could it compare to the Long Wang's personal teaching?

"Crack..."

This time the sound was more obvious. A stone tablet had broken through the ice surface, revealing a small section.

The master looked at the first character on the stone tablet, and the excitement in his eyes became more intense, because this was a surname.

He had heard of this surname.

In the Jianghu, it was not that there were no Dragon Kings born from the grass roots, and there was no lack of those who achieved the Long Wang title like a flash of light and then quickly disappeared.

But, there were some family gates whose inheritance could be powerful enough to continuously give birth to Dragon Kings. If this generation didn't have one, then the next generation, and if the next generation didn't work, then the next generation. Anyway, intermittently, they could always connect.

The surname in front of him also represented a Long Wang family gate.

The master said solemnly:

"The invitation has been sent out. According to your requirements, the 'Demon-Sealing Assembly' will open in five days.

I just don't know by then, how many of those who enter here with invitations will be local to Qingcheng."

Pausing, the master said again: "I know, you deliberately let me see this surname, and I also hope that when you thoroughly awaken, I can return to the Long Wang family gate as your descendant."

After explaining these things, the master left with his things.

This was the first time he brought his disciple here, but the disciple's performance made him very disappointed.

The entrance and exit were a water curtain waterfall.

The prohibition was clearly still there, but the disciple's figure was gone. Only a Daoist robe worn by a child was floating on the water.

The disciple had left this place.

"Because there is a blood relationship with me, so the prohibition here gave him a pass?"

The master stepped into the water curtain and walked out of here.

He thought his disciple would return to the sect first, but when he opened the sect formation and walked up the steps, he found that the formation here had not been opened halfway, which meant that his disciple had not returned to the sect after leaving that place.

"Truly an unpromising thing."

After putting the things back, the master came out again, closed the door, and walked out. He went further and further away, and the Daoist temple gate behind him gradually dissipated and returned to the mountain forest scenery.

He came to a village at the foot of the mountain, where the parents of his secular wife lived.

The door was closed and locked.

There were several handprints on the lock, which should have been picked up by someone just now.

At this time, someone in the neighbor's house went to the bathroom at night, yawning as he came out of the latrine, and seeing this scene, he shouted:

"The old man is hospitalized with a stroke, and the old lady went to the hospital to take care of him. Just now Jingjing came back to knock on the door. I told him, you are his master, right? I heard the old man mention it. Jingjing, this child, followed his master into the mountains to be a Daoist."

Jingjing was the little Daoist's name. He followed his mother's surname and was called Chen Jing.

The master nodded and turned to leave.

In the guesthouse, Tan Wenbin leaned on the bed, holding a book in his hand.

He lived in a standard room, but no one was willing to share a room with him. He also told the front desk not to arrange for anyone to come in to clean the room during his stay, fearing that there wouldn't be enough time to open the windows for ventilation and freeze the cleaning lady.

Ordinary cold air was fine, but this ghostly cold air, if ordinary people were contaminated, would have to walk bad luck for a good while.

This was also one of the reasons why Tan Wenbin didn't have real-life contact with his parents and Zhou Yunyun in Nantong. Now, the jinx was in front of him, and he was afraid that he would be too unlucky.

However, the bed next to him was not empty either. It was padded with cardboard, and a sweeping old Daoist was placed on it. Runsheng was afraid that the freshness effect would not be good enough, so he deliberately opened the fertilizer bag to let half of his head out for air.

Sometimes when Tan Wenbin took water from the bedside table, he could face the old Daoist sleeping on the bed next to him when he turned his head.

He felt that his partners were becoming more and more perverted now, and the work they did was becoming more and more heavy-flavored.

But thinking about it, he himself was not much better now. A person like this was placed on the bed next to him, and he could still eat and sleep without being affected at all.

So, Brother Xiaoyuan still had foresight.

This river was walked too much, and the human side was wiped out more and more. Tan Wenbin now missed the warmth of holding Zhou Yunyun in his arms and the hotness of Director Tan's belt whipping on his body.

These could quickly pull him back to reality, making him feel that he was still a person.

"Creak..."

The door was being pushed, and there was a prohibition set by his godson on the door.

"Brother Bin, it's me."

Tan Wenbin hooked his fingers gently, the door opened, and Lin Shu walked in.

Lin Shu had some cold sweat on his face, and when he walked in, his whole person was a bit floating.

Tan Wenbin asked seriously: "Did you insert needles?"

Lin Shu scratched his head: "Couldn't help it, just came with two."

Next, Lin Shu picked up the notebook and began to tell about what happened tonight.

Just after opening the beginning, Tan Wenbin interrupted him: "Wait, did you report this to Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"Not yet, mainly because I made a decision without authorization, wanting to let Brother Bin see it first to see if this decision is right and if there are any loopholes."

"So, you came back now, didn't report to Brother Xiaoyuan, but came to report to me?"

"Yeah."

"What do you take my place for, the Directorate of Ceremonial?"

"Ah, I originally wanted to knock on Brother Xiaoyuan's room door directly, but the Master suggested I come to find Brother Bin first."

"Hehe."

"Then, should I go find Brother Xiaoyuan now?"

"Help me into the wheelchair, let's go together."

"Alright, Brother Bin."

Lin Shu pushed Tan Wenbin out and knocked on Brother Xiaoyuan's room door.

"Enter."

After pushing the door and entering, Lin Shu reported the things that happened at night.

After listening, Tan Wenbin, who was sitting in the wheelchair, spoke:

"Don't say, Three-eyes' popularity with women is really good. What was the name of that Gu woman last time, Mountain Woman or Holy Woman?"

Lin Shu: "The name seems to be Mountain Woman, Holy Woman is her identity, and Gu woman is her profession."

Tan Wenbin: "Doesn't matter, I'm afraid she will become his consumable again. This guy is a total scumbag."

Lin Shu nodded: "Yes, correct."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Xu Ming was originally a thug under Zhao Yi, now he has been modified by Zhao Yi to become a team defense role, which shows that the team has absolute responsibility in terms of attack. That pair of twins cannot be underestimated."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I am curious, how is it so coincidental that we met him again this time? There are clearly so many people lighting lamps and walking the Jianghu."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The first time in the old lady's wave, Zhao Yi could appear because the one who suppressed the old lady was his ancestor.

Last time in Lijiang, it was because Zhao Yi's heart had a problem at that time. He was for the sake of survival, involved in cause and effect in advance to seek river-walking merit to continue his life.

I think this time, it should also be for some specific reason.

And, from A-You's narration, it can be seen that Xu Ming's change is very big.

Although in terms of absolute strength increase, it can't compare to us, but this change magnitude shouldn't be the normal rhythm."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, do you suspect that Three-eyes increased his river-walking frequency?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Correct, last time in Lijiang, he had already shown it. Since he succeeded, then it's possible he tasted the sweetness and continued to gamble at a high frequency."

In short, it was that between other people's two waves, there was a rest period, but he, Zhao Yi, didn't want it. After one wave ended, he immediately deliberately pulled cause and effect, forcibly opening the next wave.

Tan Wenbin: "This guy is indeed someone who can do such things."

Able to bend and stretch, and ruthless to himself, teasing is teasing, but he must never be underestimated.

Li Zhuiyuan: "So A-You did a good job this time. This beating is very good. It made him recognize the gap again in advance, laying a good foundation for the next cooperation."

Thinking of the construction site workers being marked, Li Zhuiyuan felt a bit of a headache. Such a large-scale spread indeed required more people to participate.

Tan Wenbin: "Then do we need to take the initiative to contact him?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No need. First, there is no urgent need yet; second, he should have his own clues there. Joining forces in advance will be a bit of a loss."

Immediately after, Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shu again: "How long does it take for the body to recover?"

Lin Shu: "Just two needles, two days are enough to recover."

In the past, after inserting needles, he had to rest in bed for at least half a month. Now, although he looked a bit overdrawn, he could walk and move, and complete recovery only took two days.

The Guarding Zhenjun system is truly good for the Guarding Zhenjun himself.

After the discussion ended, the others returned to their rooms, and Li Zhuiyuan covered himself with a quilt and began to sleep.

The young man's biological clock was very stable and he got up very early.

Yin Meng knocked on the door and brought breakfast.

And said that Runsheng was still sitting in that breakfast shop, eating bean curd bowl by bowl. The bean curd was both fragrant and cheap, and Runsheng couldn't put down his chopsticks.

After speaking, Yin Meng said faintly: "Actually, making bean curd is not difficult, and it's also delicious with rice."

Li Zhuiyuan continued to eat buns and drink soy milk, not taking the conversation.

Yin Meng shrugged: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'm just joking."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I know, this is Wu Xin's business card. Go make a phone call to him and ask him to come over earlier."

"Okay, Brother Xiaoyuan."

Wu Xin rode his three-wheeled motorcycle over and also brought a large bag of breakfast.

Fortunately, Runsheng returned in time, so Li Zhuiyuan let Wu Xin hand the breakfast to Runsheng.

Runsheng had eaten many bowls, but hadn't eaten enough. His original intention was to be extravagant for once and simply pack all the bean curd in the shop today, but the boss was not happy to continue selling to him. Delaying the business of old customers for a sudden new guest was not cost-effective.

"You guys got up really early." Wu Xin took out a cigarette and hesitated.

Li Zhuiyuan: "You do as you please."

"Okay, thank you." Wu Xin lit the cigarette, "Are you a college entrance examination top scorer?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Every year, every province will have them."

"How did a college entrance examination top scorer end up in our line of work?" Wu Xin immediately explained, "I mean, there should be a better place to go. Our line of work is still too hard."

"Because I like it."

At the beginning, he felt that water conservancy engineering and corpse salvaging were a good match. Facts proved that this was indeed the case. Xue Liangliang could now "release" wave clues for him.

"Then shall we go to the hospital now?"

"No rush." Li Zhuiyuan pointed to the bedside, "You sit down first, I'll check your body."

"Me." Although Wu Xin was puzzled, he still sat down obediently.

The longer he was in contact with this young man, the more naturally he would listen to his words. You must know that he was famous for his bad temper in the unit.

Li Zhuiyuan flicked his knuckles on Wu Xin's forehead three times, then pressed red mud with his fingertips, drew a pattern on his forehead, and after ensuring that his own consciousness was suppressed, Li Zhuiyuan closed his eyes and operated the black-skinned book secret art, forcibly entering Wu Xin's consciousness.

In the statement Wu Xin looked at last night, when the "oil" erupted, he was standing on the periphery, and although some splashed on him, it wasn't much.

If his memory had also been tampered with, it would almost prove that all the workers present at that time could not be spared.

Reading memory is equivalent to feeling a person's first half of life, and too much joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will become a burden.

Li Zhuiyuan "came" to Li Sanjiang's house again, went to the second floor, and pushed open his room door.

On the table and on the ground, there were all books. The self of the main body was truly studying hard.

Knowing that this "inner demon" of his had come, the main body didn't even lift his head, still burying his head in reading.

Main body: "Put the trash at the door, I'll deal with it later."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay."

Main body: "What a waste of energy, just kill all those workers. Supporting the righteous path always requires sacrificing the small self. The Heavenly Dao can understand."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Continue reading your book."

The main body raised his head at this time, picked up the book in his hand, and it was actually "River-Walking Code of Conduct."

It was just that Li Zhuiyuan's was just a small notebook, and it hadn't been used halfway yet. The one in the main body's hand was like a thick brick, like a dictionary.

Main body: "Sometimes, don't think about keeping your hands too clean. With a bit of blood and a bit of dirt, it might like it more."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Is this your research result?"

Main body: "Temporary."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Temporary mutual benefit cooperation and permanent slavery still have differences."

Main body: "Indeed, you are right, but you are still reserved, because as long as you possess enough ability, the contract can be torn up."

"Bang!"

Li Zhuiyuan closed the door. The main body said that he wouldn't launch a counterattack against himself for the time being, but he had never stopped paving the way.

At this moment, the memory reading of Wu Xin had been completed.

No matter how exquisite the technique, it couldn't thoroughly cover up the traces of repair. Memory was also like this.

In a memory of Wu Xin from when he started remembering things, Li Zhuiyuan saw a disorder, and another disorder occurred when the incident happened at the construction site.

This meant that Wu Xin's long memory had been intercepted and put back.

In short, if the other party wanted to, they could easily take this part away directly, making Wu Xin instantly forget everything in the past, and on this basis, fill in a section of memory at will, and Wu Xin could quickly become another person.

Li Zhuiyuan's previous speculation was confirmed at this moment. The other party had really made the most extreme backup plan.

In reality, the young man opened his eyes.

Wu Xin was still closing his eyes. Li Zhuiyuan first wiped the red mud off his face, then tapped twice on his brow, and Wu Xin fell asleep.

Li Zhuiyuan sat on the bed next to him and waited. Half an hour later, Wu Xin woke up.

"Sorry, shouldn't have stayed up late last night, actually fell asleep."

"It's okay, let's go to the hospital."

Runsheng was satisfied with breakfast and was sitting on the bench at the entrance of the guesthouse basking in the sun.

Many people passing by came to chat with him. After confirming that the accent was not local, they would immediately add a sentence: Are you from the Northeast?

In fact, Runsheng's physique could be considered an anomaly even in the Northeast.

The girl at the front desk of the guesthouse was very enthusiastic toward Runsheng, taking the initiative to send him water and bringing fruit to treat him, and deliberately sat on the bench, wanting to chat more with Runsheng.

When Li Zhuiyuan and Wu Xin went downstairs, they happened to run into Yin Meng standing at the door, using Sichuan-Chongqing dialect to call Runsheng to buy things for her at the nearby convenience store.

The girl's face turned awkward, and she got up and left the bench to return to her workstation first.

Then, Yin Meng's face sank, looking at Runsheng.

Runsheng was very innocent. He was really just satisfied with eating and sitting there digesting.

"Brother Runsheng, come with me to the hospital."

"Okay!" Runsheng stood up immediately and said to Yin Meng, "Is it urgent? If not, I'll bring it to you when I come back."

Yin Meng: "No need, I'll go buy it myself. You protect Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Hey, okay."

Yin Meng turned and headed to the hot pot restaurant next door. Previously, she spent money to ask the boss to help boil medicine. At this moment, the medicine was boiled, and she carried two bowls of medicine back to the upper floor of the guesthouse.

First, she gave one bowl to Lin Shu, and then sent the remaining bowl to Tan Wenbin's room.

Tan Wenbin held a straw and drank the medicine himself.

Yin Meng stood by the bed and suddenly laughed, saying: "Just now downstairs, there was actually a little girl chatting up Runsheng."

"Gurgle gurgle!"

Tan Wenbin's brain turned fast, and the laughing air passed through the straw, bubbling out a few bubbles in the bowl.

Yin Meng: "You also think it's funny?"

Tan Wenbin wiped his mouth and said:

"Actually, Runsheng's appearance is also not bad. Grandpa Li once said that before liberation, Runsheng could be picked by a landlord's family to be a matrilocal son-in-law."

Although Runsheng ate a lot, he also did a lot, and his words were very few.

That is to say, now that life is better, those with decent clothes and decent jobs are more popular. The image of Runsheng when he followed Grandpa Shan before was indeed buried.

Now, everyone walks the river wearing customized clothes, mountaineering suits with leather boots. This outfit is also very trendy and avant-garde in big cities.

Yin Meng: "Then let him continue to be a matrilocal son-in-law."

Tan Wenbin: "Mengmeng, is this medicine boiled in the hot pot restaurant next door?"

Yin Meng: "I wouldn't dare to let you drink it even if I boiled it myself."

Tan Wenbin: "Next time tell the boss, if you boil medicine, boil medicine, don't put vinegar in it."

Yin Meng: "Hehe."

Tan Wenbin drank the medicine and lay on the bed: "Alright, you are out and about now, are there few people whistling and paying attention to you?"

Yin Meng: "I'm just chatting with you, what are you talking about?"

Tan Wenbin: "I'm also just chatting with you, what are you thinking about?"

At this time, Lin Shu walked in with a big brother phone: "Brother Bin, Zhou Yunyun's call, do you want to answer?"

"Answer, it just happens that there is nothing to do today."

Tan Wenbin took the big brother phone and was just about to press the button to answer, looking at Lin Shu and Yin Meng standing by the bed, and asked:

"Why, want to stay here to observe and learn?"

Runsheng also wanted to experience the side seat of the three-wheeled motorcycle. In the film and television works of this era, the Japanese invaders were standardly equipped with this kind of motorcycle, and the Japanese invader sitting here must have set up a machine gun.

It was just that the space in this position was a bit small, and Runsheng couldn't squeeze in, so he could only give up with regret.

The wind in Dujiangyan was very gentle and comfortable. Li Zhuiyuan was thinking while looking at the street scene.

Reasonably speaking, he had already obtained a sufficiently important clue on this line. Anyway, the workers present at that time were all hit, so it didn't seem to make much sense for him to go treat those three now.

However, based on the principle of respecting the process of the wave, Li Zhuiyuan still decided to go there.

Perhaps, after the established small process was finished, there would be new process clues.

Coming to the small western-style building behind the hospital again, Wu Xin asked which one to treat first. Li Zhuiyuan let Wu Xin arrange the three people in the same ward.

The treatment process could not be disturbed by the outside world. Wu Xin nodded and left the ward, but was curious in his heart, wanting to go to the door to take a peek, and then saw Runsheng standing at the door, smiling at him.

Wu Xin took out a cigarette case: "Buddy, go smoke one?"

Runsheng shook his head, took out a silver box from his pocket, opened it, and took out a "cigar" from inside.

Runsheng's cigars had always been made by Auntie Liu, and Li Sanjiang's house also sold incense. Because the quality was really too good, although the price was expensive, it still sold well.

At first, the shape of this thick incense was too simple. Later, Yin Meng personally chose the cover to wrap it, and after collectively polishing the end to be round and smooth, she opened an "x" shaped mouth.

Making this thick incense, which looked like a cigar, completely indistinguishable from a real cigar, could greatly reduce the strange looks Runsheng would receive when he was active outside, especially when eating.

At present, not many people smoked cigars in the country, domestic brands hadn't risen, and import channels were few. Most people only saw them on TV, so Wu Xin asked curiously:

"Buddy, give me a puff?"

Runsheng handed the "cigar" to him.

In the ward, a new round of memory reading had begun.

Li Zhuiyuan "came" to the second floor of his home again and pushed open the room door.

Main body: "Next time, trash can be thrown collectively."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Just a handy thing."

Main body: "Even if you suffer a little, it doesn't matter."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I have to ensure my state."

Main body: "No need to fully restore the memories of the three of them. You can also save some energy. Anyway, it's just to walk this process."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Next time you can pretend you don't know I came. After all, few people like to chat for a while when throwing trash."

Closing the door.

Li Zhuiyuan began to destroy and reshape their memories at the same time. The difficulty was not as great as imagined. After all, three correct answers were right next to them; they were just written in the wrong position.

After the treatment, it was already afternoon, and the three patients were huddled on the same hospital bed sleeping.

After they woke up, they would all return to normal.

Li Zhuiyuan felt his head a bit dizzy. It hadn't reached the level of overdraft, but it was close.

Thinking of the person who completed hundreds of such workloads in a short time, it was enough to show how terrifying it was.

Therefore, Li Zhuiyuan had to consider a possibility, which was whether this ability was innate, belonging to a racial talent?

For example, the Dream Ghost back then, it could create such a vast dream, and what it relied on was not the spiritual power cultivated later.

Pushing the door, walking out of the ward.

"Pfft!"

Runsheng opened a can of Jianlibao and handed it over.

Li Zhuiyuan drank the drink and asked: "Where is Wu Xin?"

Runsheng: "Stomach pumping."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You let him smoke the incense?"

Runsheng: "Yes, he wanted to peek."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Oh."

Although stomach pumping is very painful, Runsheng's incense is special, and overall, the benefits outweigh the disadvantages, which is helpful for cleansing and detoxifying, especially for smokers.

"Go find him and say something."

"Okay."

Li Zhuiyuan took Runsheng and left the small western-style building, coming to the front hospital building.

In a ward.

Xu Ming was covered in plaster and lying on the bed.

Sun Yan was sitting by the bed taking care of him.

Zhao Yi and the twin sisters were standing on the balcony of this floor, enjoying the remaining cigarette lighting service.

The Zhao young master of the past, once the life-and-death door slit opened, would be like having rickets, walking like a weak willow in the wind, like a thin horse in Yangzhou.

Now that his body had recovered, even if he didn't change his clothes, leaning there, he had the elegant temperament of an ancient noble son, just missing a handkerchief to catch the blood coughed up from his throat.

To attract the attention of the opposite sex, the inside is very important, but the outside must absolutely not be missing; otherwise, you might not even have the opportunity to show the inside.

Liang Yan: "Must come to the hospital?"

Liang Li: "Clearly brought medicine."

Zhao Yi: "After hospital treatment, the recovery of injuries can be shortened from five days to three days. This is the key. Walking the river, you have to be calculating.

Before in Lijiang, that guy surnamed Li calculated the injuries of his subordinates with his fingers, and don't say, he really calculated it well."

Liang Yan: "Always heard you mention him. Is he really that powerful? Even if he is from a proper Long Wang family, it wouldn't make you so respectful."

Liang Li: "We want to see him, very curious."

Zhao Yi: "Hey, just so-so. It's just that his brain is a bit smarter than his peers, he can skip a grade in school, just a little person with a big ghost."

At this time, Zhao Yi was slowly exhaling smoke rings, faint smoke, lazy figure, blurred eyes...

Eyes, immediately no longer blurred, but wider and wider, because in his perspective, he saw the young man standing in the hospital corridor facing him sideways.

It is truly a world where people's hearts are not ancient, how come these days, everyone likes to hide the aura on their body when going out!

In fact, Zhao Yi himself also hid it, but he felt that he was right to hide his aura, and that young man hiding his aura and popping out like this was a bit scary!

Zhao Yi threw the cigarette butt in his mouth fiercely to the ground. He understood who Xu Ming was beaten by!

He had been doubting all night. He felt that his analysis was correct. The other party revealed the intention of paving the way for cooperation, but the problem was that the one sent by the other party was just a scout, definitely not a decision-maker of a team.

Therefore, under the premise of a sudden encounter, a person responsible for scouting in a team could actually make decisions on their own and make paving the way for cooperation, which was a bit strange!

But such a thing, if it happened in the young man's team, it would be too damn normal. That guy who raised a ghost as a son had called himself "external logistics captain" several times.

It is truly unbearable. Not only is that young man used to suppressing himself, but even his subordinates have developed this inertia!

But anger is anger, Zhao Yi still raised his hand, waved at the direction where the young man was, and shouted like an old friend meeting:

"Xiaoyuan!"

The young man stood there, still facing him sideways, without even turning his head.

You...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, waved his hand again, and shouted:

"Xiaoyuan~~~~~ge."

The young man still didn't react.

Too much!

Zhao Yi stepped away from the balcony and walked toward the young man. Just halfway there, Zhao Yi sobered up. Something was wrong.

Young Master Zhao immediately slowed down and changed direction, bypassing the back of the young man, protecting the young man in front of him.

Then, following the young man's gaze, he looked forward.

In front of the ward door,

stood two Daoists, one big and one small.

The older Daoist was pulling the little Daoist, and the little Daoist was resisting.

"Go back with Master."

"No, Master, I won't go back with you, I won't go back with you! I want to stay here to accompany my maternal grandparents, don't take me away!"

"Be obedient, go back with Master."

"Master, please, let me stay to accompany them. The doctor said Grandpa is not going to make it, really."

"That is his fate."

"That is my grandfather!"

There are many Daoist temples here, so it's not strange to encounter people wearing Daoist robes, and it's also very common for masters or fathers and sons to pull and tug in the hospital corridor.

But accompanied by the violent beating of the life-and-death door slit in Zhao Yi's heart, the figure of the little Daoist underwent new changes in his eyes.

That little Daoist... is a monster!

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