He Qianqian looked at Ye Wutian and saw that he was wearing a black cloak and covering half of his face with a hood. He looked scary, so he hid behind Long Keer.

"What disease did she have?" Ye Wutian asked in confusion. He was really curious. What special disease did this girl have? Even the Tang Shihai Chamber of Commerce could not cure it.

"I have invited all the famous doctors to come and see them, but I can't find anything wrong with them, but her spirit has been very depressed." Long Ke'er said worriedly.

"Then what medicine is she taking now?" Ye Wutian asked casually again.

"The president asked someone to refine some pills to nourish the spirit for her to take, but it didn't work." Long Ke'er replied.

Ye Wutian nodded and said to He Qianqian: "Girl, come here, uncle will help you take your pulse."

He Qianqian shook his head repeatedly and said, "I don't want it, Sister Ke'er, I don't want this weird uncle to treat the doctor. Sister Ke'er, can we go and find Uncle Mu?"

Ye Wutian was very ashamed.

Long Ke'er quickly comforted him: "Qianqian, this uncle is the most powerful doctor in the world. He doesn't have the disease he can't cure. Be obedient and let him show you something so that he won't need medicine in the future."

But He Qianqian still shook his head.

Seeing that this girl was a little scared, Ye Wutian could only open her hood. Of course, even if he showed his face, the girl could not recognize him because Uncle Mu in the girl's eyes was a bearded man.

"Uncle probably doesn't look like a bad guy, right?" Ye Wutian asked He Qianqian with a smile.

He Qianqian stared at Ye Wutian with big eyes.

Seeing that He Qianqian was no longer afraid, Ye Wutian walked up to her, came to her, squatted down, and pinched her little wrist.

After a moment of diagnosis, Ye Wutian frowned faintly. After letting go of his hand, he stood up and said, "She is indeed not sick, but she is a little depressed."

"If you are not sick, how can you feel depressed?" Long Ke'er said in confusion.

"When did her symptoms start?" Ye Wutian asked.

"It's almost half a year. Half a year ago, she went to the Shennong Secret Realm. After she came back, she started to do this. She was talking all day long about looking for Uncle Mu. The Uncle Mu that she mentioned was a big bearded man she met on the way to the mysterious Secret Realm." Long Ke'er said with a little ashamed. After all, He Qianqian secretly went to the Shennong Secret Realm to save her.

After hearing Long Ke'er's words, Ye Wutian was stunned for a long time. Naturally, he did not expect that this girl would care about him to this extent.

He didn't know that for He Qianqian, that experience was too profound. She was born in this wealthy family and enjoyed the care of the stars. Perhaps in the eyes of others, she was a happy child, as noble as a princess.

But in fact, this kind of life is extremely dull. From childhood to adulthood, every day I have to open my mouth and stretch out my hands. There is no ups and downs in her growth, nothing that can touch her, and nothing worth engraving her into her memory. Only that time, that experience of going to the Shennong Secret Realm caused a lot of trouble in her ordinary life.

That was the first time in her life that she had no choice but to rely on her, and there was no way to go, and Ye Wutian extended her hand to her; that was the first time she fell into danger in her life. At that time, she only hoped that Ye Wutian would appear, and in the end he finally appeared, like an angel in a fairy tale.

A child of her age is full of curiosity about the unknown world in front of her. Those fresh and exciting things can always leave her deep memories. To her, Ye Wutian is like a shining meteor. Although it is short-lived, it leaves eternal glory in her heart.

Ye Wutian took a deep breath and said, "She's condition should be a depressive symptom."

"Can that be cured?" Long Keer asked expectantly.

"As the saying goes, heart disease requires heart medicine. As long as the knot in her heart is untied, the disease will naturally disappear." Ye Wutian replied.

"So, only by finding Uncle Mu in her mouth can she cure her illness?" Long Keer suddenly became melancholy, and then said with a frown: "Actually, the president has been sending people to the inner world, and the outside world is asking Uncle Mu in her mouth. However, the sea of ​​people is vast, so it is not that easy to find someone."

Ye Wutian was a little amused and laughed. At that time, his appearance and name were false, so it would be strange if the other party could find it.

"I have a way to cure her disease." Ye Wutian said.

"What's the solution?" Long Ke'er looked at Ye Wutian with anticipation again.

"See a way to find me some fake beards." Ye Wutian ordered.

When Long Ke'er heard this, she was disappointed again, "Brother Ye should want to pretend to be the bearded man to coax her, right? In fact, we have tried this method long ago. We specially found some bearded men with similar appearances to her Uncle Mu, but they were all exposed by her."

Ye Wutian was ashamed and said, "Don't worry, I will have a way to make her believe it." He knew that only he could play the real Uncle Mu.

"Then I'll go find some fake beards now." He Feng said and turned around and left.

Long Ke'er asked the maid next to him, "Master, can you be at home?"

"Master, he went out after lunch." The maid replied.

Long Ke'er nodded, looked at Ye Wutian again, and said, "Brother Ye, let's sit in the house first."

"Yeah!" Ye Wutian agreed, and then followed Long Ke'er to the attic ahead.

As soon as you enter the living room, you will feel a sense of grandeur and solemnity. In the center of the living room is a small round table with exquisite teapots and porcelain cups placed on it, which are displayed like works of art. A solid wooden stool is neatly placed around the round table. When you look past this round table, you can see a large central hall painting hanging on the wall facing the door, which looks like a picture of the Eight Cranes. Just below the hall painting is a flat-headed table standing against the wall, with three pairs of porcelain bottles on the table, and blue and white jade screens placed in the middle. There is an Eight Immortals table, one meter square, with Taishi chairs on both sides, and there are four chairs and three on both sides of the hall, which are for guests to sit.

The tables and chairs in the hall are all small-leaf red sandalwood. Among all kinds of hardwoods, the red sandalwood has the finest texture, the heaviest amount of wood, and it sinks when it enters water. Moreover, red sandalwood cannot be made of a material for a thousand years. The largest red sandalwood is only about twenty centimeters in diameter, and its preciousness can be imagined.

After entering the living room, Long Ke'er asked the three of them to sit down and asked the maid to make tea for the three of them.

Ye Wutian asked casually: "Miss Keer, I heard that the relationship between the Sihai Chamber of Commerce and the Divine Poison Cult has been tense recently. You president must be busy all day long."

"Yes, in fact, the conflict between our Four Seas Chamber of Commerce and the Divine Poison Sect has not been a day or two, and most of these contradictions arose because of me. Now everyone is fighting bloody, but I can't do anything. It's really ashamed to say it." Long Ke'er frowned and sighed melancholy.

"Sister Ke'er, how can you blame you? All these disputes were initiated by the Divine Poison Cult, and they are the culprits." Pan Qian comforted that their Pan family is a force affiliated with the Sihai Chamber of Commerce, so she also knew the grudges between the Sihai Chamber of Commerce and the Shenhuo Cult.

"Xian'er is right. The evil cultivators of the Divine Poison Sect are the ones who deserve it. Miss Ke'er, don't blame yourself too much." Han Feng also advised that he also had an irreconcilable hatred with the Divine Poison Sect.

Long Ke'er nodded, looked at Ye Wutian and asked, "Brother Ye, how long are you planning to stay in Longcheng?"

"This time I came mainly for the alchemy competition, so I should leave after the alchemy competition ends." Ye Wutian replied.

"Brother Ye, do you want to participate in the alchemy competition?" Long Keer asked curiously. She naturally didn't know that Ye Wutian knew the alchemy technique.

"I don't plan to participate yet, I just want to take this opportunity to inquire about a magic medicine." Ye Wutian said truthfully.

"I wonder what kind of spiritual medicine Brother Ye is going to ask about? In addition to some extremely rare spiritual medicines, our Four Seas Chamber of Commerce can generally collect them." Long Ke'er said.

"The medicine I need is an extremely rare thing called the Soul-Splitting Demon Fruit. Miss Keer probably has never heard of it, right?" Ye Wutian asked.

"Soul-breaking Demon Fruit?" Long Ke'er thought in her mouth, meditated in her heart, and finally shook her head, saying, "I have never heard of this spiritual medicine. Is it even more strange than the Buddha's light relics?"

Ye Wutian smiled bitterly. If it was really strange than the Buddha's light relics, then he might as well give up.

Ye Wutian did not have much hope for the Four Seas Chamber of Commerce. He placed his final hope in the alchemy competition, hoping to find clues from all kinds of alchemists around the world. If he was lucky enough to meet the leader of the Wuji Dan Sect, it would be the best.

Then, Ye Wutian asked by the way: "Have Miss Ke'er ever heard of the blood snoring and the Ten Xiang Resurrection Dew?" These two flavors are the main medicinal materials for refining the Resurrection Pill. For Ye Wutian, refining the Resurrection Pill to save his sister was the top priority, and he never forgot.

"I have heard of these two spiritual medicines, but they can only be seen in some ancient books and are almost impossible to find in reality. However, they may exist in the secret realm left by some ancient monks." Long Ke'er replied.

Ye Wutian looked particularly solemn. When he found those Buddha Light relics, he always felt that he had seen infinite hope, but now when Long Keer said this, he suddenly felt that his hope was so slim.

Although I don’t know why Ye Wutian is looking for these rare medicinal herbs, Long Keer still comforted him: “Brother Ye, you don’t have to worry so much. Looking for spiritual medicine is the same as practicing. The focus is on opportunity. I believe that Brother Ye is a person with deep blessings.”

"I hope this is the case." Ye Wutian smiled indifferently and said casually.

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