No matter how sad a person is, the sun will still rise
In the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed since Luo Yu's death. Yu Dou and Hai Xin accompanied Luo Yan back from the sect cemetery in the back mountain. The three of them felt a little heavy.
Today was Luo Yu’s Sanqi. The three of them bought some sacrifices and went up the mountain to burn them. They stayed with Luo Yan on the mountain for a while, and did not return to the courtyard until noon.
After coming back, Luo Yan sat alone in the room thinking about things. Yu Dou and Hai Xin were picking up spiritual herbs in the garden in the courtyard and took away Luo Yu. Luo Yan's living expenses were a problem. Although he had never been a playboy,
The poor in literature and rich in martial arts, even if an inner sect disciple wants to achieve success, he must have the support of his family. Apart from the monthly subsidy from the sect, Luo Yan has no other income. A warrior of his age cannot hunt spiritual beasts for money.
, so after several people discussed it, they exchanged their points for some spiritual grass seeds and planted them in the yard. On the one hand, they could support themselves and on the other hand, they could also exchange for some money.
While pruning branches and leaves, Yu Dou touched Hai Xin and asked in a low voice: "Hey, why didn't Jin Bei come? Although she and the boss haven't gotten along yet, but at any rate...how can we miss her in such an occasion?"
Zhou Haixin's face turned cold instantly, as if he thought of something unhappy, and he snorted coldly: "I'm sick!"
"Yes..." Yu Dou choked for a moment, pondered for a moment and then asked, "Hey, did she have a quarrel with the boss? This Jin Bei is really, how long has it been since she was so angry?"
"Click" Zhou Haixin cut a spiritual grass into two pieces with a pair of scissors. His chest heaved. He couldn't say what he wanted to say. He threw the scissors angrily and stood up and returned to the house.
As soon as she entered the room, Hai Xin was startled. Luo Yan was leaning on the chair, her face was pale and she was sweating. She screamed and hurried over to pour him a cup of hot water. She said angrily: "Why are you not feeling well?"
Not even a word!"
Luo Yan forced a smile and said: "It's nothing serious. It may be that the wind blew on the mountain and I was contaminated with evil spirits. I'll be fine after taking a rest." Warriors who practice Yuanli are not prone to getting sick under normal circumstances, but like Luo Yan
It’s hard to say that people like this are in a low or even extremely sad mood, and frequently visit places with strong evil spirits such as cemeteries.
Zhou Haixin glared at him with dissatisfaction. While helping him go back to his room to rest, he told Zhang Yin to ask for a doctor.
After a long time, an old man from the medicine hall came over with a nose that was not a nose and eyes that were not eyes, checked his pulse, left a scrawled prescription for medicine, and left with his nostrils in the sky without any instructions.
"Exorcism grass!" Zhou Haixin got angry when she saw the name of the medicine on the prescription, "How could he prescribe such a strong medicine! Even a good-looking Lu Yuan can't stand it! What's more, you are still sick!"
Luo Yan lowered his head and took a sip of tea, and said calmly: "I know him, but he is just an apprentice who has been in the medicine hall for sixty years and has not even passed the third-level physician examination. What good prescriptions can you expect him to prescribe?
"Physicians in the mainland are very noble. After all, warriors will also be injured, and they will also experience birth, old age, illness and death, and the body of a warrior is not that of an ordinary doctor. Physicians who can treat it are divided into nine levels. The higher the level, the more powerful they are. It is said that a ninth-level physician can live the dead with human flesh and white bones."
, and the chief physician of the palace of the Wind Riding Empire is a sixth-level physician, and this is already the number one physician known on the mainland. This shows how difficult it is to become a physician.
For medium-sized sects like Liyue Sect, if you want to become an elder of the Medicine Palace, you must first have a fourth-level medical certificate. Of course, some small sects would be good to have a second-level medical certificate.
The old man just now is named Zhang Xueqiu. He is over eighty years old this year. He has been in the medicine hall for sixty years, but he only has a second-level medical qualification certificate. This shows how ordinary his qualifications are.
"It's really too much! I never saw them being so negligent before when Palace Master Luo was here!" Zhou Haixin cursed angrily.
"Well, the people in the Medicine Hall didn't welcome me in the first place. Now that Cheng Xian is standing in front and Elder Xu of the Medicine Hall is not here, how can they dare to show their favor to me?" Luo Yan persuaded her and ordered Zhang Yin to go.
He looked at the prescription he asked Wu Guangling for help and threw it away. Taking this medicine - was he seeking death?
Zhou Haixin grabbed his teacup and said quickly: "Don't drink it cold, I'll get you some hot water!" After saying that, she walked out. After avoiding Luo Yan, she grabbed him and was about to go out.
Zhang Yin asked in a low voice, "What's going on? Why did such a guy come back after a long time?"
Zhang Yin sighed and said angrily: "Miss Zhou, people say that people leave the tea to cool down. Only now do I realize how miserable it is! In the past, the young master was not feeling well. No matter how much people in the medicine hall didn't like him, they were not enthusiastic.
Greetings! But just after this young master fell into despair, they... one by one refused and ignored him, and the doctors who were sitting in the hall also had their nostrils turned upward and looked at him indifferently!"
The Liyue Sect Medicine Hall stipulates that doctors sitting in the hall must reach at least level three. Obviously, this scholar Zhang is not even qualified to sit in the hall!
Zhou Haixin frowned and thought for a while, then shook his head and said: "No, your young master's strength and talent are there. Even if he is down and out, there is no need for these people to be so eager to add insult to injury."
"Who didn't say it!" Zhang Yin said angrily, "Bah, I've asked, it wasn't that Cheng who gave the order first! He said harsh words, anyone who dares to provide convenience to my young master is going against him, just wait
Go to the Law Enforcement Hall! In the end, Master Le Benle couldn't stand it anymore and quarreled with those doctors, so they introduced such a half-baked guy!"
Zhou Hai nodded calmly and said: "That's right... This Leben is quite loyal. You should pay attention to your young master and interact with his servants more often. He will also be a strong support in the future."
"Hey!" Luo Yan is sick and Jin Bei is not here. Zhou Haixin is like the mistress here. During these days, Luo Yan's life has been arranged in an orderly manner. Zhang Yin also sees it, but he is not good at the affairs of the masters.
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Zhou Hai calculated in his mind and asked again: "By the way, have you received the elixir that your young master should get this month?"
The anger on Zhang Yin's face disappeared in a flash, and he said angrily: "In the past, young master's monthly elixirs were sent by the disciples of the Medicine Hall, but at the beginning of this month, I couldn't wait for a long time, so I went to take a look.
The people at the palace asked me to queue up, and the quality of the pill I received dropped by more than one level! The young master never ate anything like this when he was outside!"
"This is normal. In the past, people only opened the back door for Palace Master Luo because of his face. Now, the privileges will naturally be taken back. However, the decline in medicine is a problem..." Zhou Haixin was also a little worried and ordered Zhang Yin
Looking for Wu Guangling, she thought again and reluctantly took the tea cup to the small kitchen.
"Sir Cheng! What are you doing here! You are not welcome here!" After a while, Yu Dou's angry voice came from the small courtyard.
"Hey, this isn't your yard, why can't I come?" This was Cheng Xian's arrogant and frivolous voice.
"Sir Cheng, please get out! Since the sect has allocated this courtyard to Luo Yan, he has the right to refuse entry to unwelcome people!" This was Zhou Haixin's low-pitched but sonorous voice full of anger.
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Luo Yan took a nap on the bed and was woken up by a burst of noise. He struggled to push himself up and listened quietly for a while, but then he couldn't listen anymore because someone's drake voice was too noisy!
"Mr. Cheng, you really don't know how to write the word disgusting!" Luo Yan moved to the door, leaned against the door frame and said feebly but mockingly.
Cheng Xian shook his fan, thinking he was suave, but in fact it was like painting a tiger-like dog. He looked at Luo Yan sideways and said sarcastically: "I don't know how to write disgusting, but you don't know how to write fake."
Write?"
"Mr. Cheng, what do you mean? What did the boss pretend to be?" As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the three of them changed. Yu Dou jumped up first and shouted angrily.
Want to know what Luo Yan is pretending to be? Then sprinkle the flowers! Haha