Yellow Springs Inn (Bai Fan) Chapter 22: The country people go to the city

"I have only collected this black talisman for so many years."

"The black talisman was specially used by Gu masters in the past. As long as you have this kind of black talisman on your body, then no matter how superb the opponent's method of inflicting Gu or how powerful the poison is, the poison he casts , it is impossible to hurt you."

"This talisman paper is extremely precious, basically it is out of print, so when you walk in the southern cities in the future, you must always carry this black talisman with you, and you can't leave it for a moment, understand ?”

"I see."

Qinghong nodded happily, and put the yellow, red, and white talisman papers into his pocket. Bid farewell to Wulongwang, and go back to the pharmacy alone.

When he returned to the pharmacy, Zhu Bianque had already got up, and was sitting in the living room drinking Guyu tea leisurely, with a peaceful expression rather contented.

"Have you gone to Huangquan Station?" Zhu Bianque sat on the grand master's chair in the hall and asked calmly.

"Yes."

Qinghong grinned, and also sat down on the teacher's chair next to him, asking mysteriously: "Grandpa, yesterday you bet in front of me that Li Yaohua would definitely come back, I really thought you were a master What about."

"It turned out that you sent the paper spirit out to scare him, and that's how you scared him back!"

"You know everything?"

Zhu Bianque squinted at the shrewd grandson next to him, and sighed: "It seems that you have learned a lot from following the Wulong King these days."

"I used to be a little worried that you would starve to death on the streets if you went to the southern metropolis alone. Now I see that you are smarter than I think, so you should not starve to death on the streets."

"Grandpa, don't let you speak ill of me like this!"

Qinghong frowned, and instantly felt that his whole body was not well.

Although he has lived in this small mountain village since he was a child, and the farthest place he has been to is the county town to attend middle school, he has indeed never seen anything in the world.

But he is still a young man over 18 years old, and he is quite smart, so how could he end up starving to death on the street?

Seeing that Qinghong was a little unhappy, Zhu Bianque's face softened, and he smiled slightly: "Qinghong, are you blaming Grandpa for pushing you away?"

"That's not true."

Qinghong also smiled back at him, and said loudly: "Actually, when I was sleeping last night, I already figured it out."

"As a young man, sooner or later I have to go to see the outside world."

"The appearance of Mr. Li this time is a very good opportunity for me."

"Since I failed to enter the third-rate pheasant university, my dream of being a teacher may not come true in this life."

"Then I can only face the reality and start planning my life again."

"Very good."

Seeing that Qinghong has already figured it out, then Zhu Bianque doesn't need to worry about anything.

After that, the grandparent and grandson didn't say anything more, they just sat quietly in the living room, drinking the Grain Rain tea all morning, but they didn't say a word.

I don't know which little friend in the village was talking too much, and spread the news that Qinghong was leaving Fenglin village to the whole village. At noon, many uncles and elder brothers in the village came to practice for Qinghong. Row.

Because Qinghong used to help Zhu Bianque in the pharmacy before, he didn't do less things like grabbing and decocting medicine, and sometimes the folks in the village had a headache, so they would ask Qinghong to give them For medical treatment, everyone is grateful to Qinghong every time they come and go. There are so many people who come here at once that almost the entire pharmacy hut can't sit down.

In order not to affect the normal business of the pharmacy, Qinghong could only send away the folks who came to practice one by one, and in the afternoon, he locked himself in the room to study the medicine scriptures.

Until now, when looking at the unheard of pharmacological knowledge in the books, Qinghong didn't feel what it means to be broad and profound.

Usually, I didn't seriously study with my grandfather, thinking that I could cure a headache and brain fever, I was already awesome.

As a result, now when I get rid of the knowledge in the books that I have never encountered before, I suddenly feel like cramming.

The next day, under Zhu Bianque's resignation, Qinghong finally boarded the plane going south with Li Yaohua, and arrived at a city called Wuyi.

This is not a particularly large city, and its construction is relatively average. In the entire southern region, it can be regarded as a second-tier city at best.

But this city has a great reputation, and its industry is also very developed, especially small businesses dominated by small factories and private workshops, which are blooming everywhere in this place.

Li Yaohua lives in the suburbs of Wuyi, a self-built villa covering an area of ​​more than 300 square meters.

In that era that was not very civilized, households with ten thousand yuan were considered a minority. This kind of villa of more than 300 square meters was rarely seen in China, and it was usually only for those who were particularly rich. , in order to build such a tall and spacious villa.

After leaving the airport ~IndoMTL.com~ Li Yaohua's personal driver has been waiting for a long time on the asphalt road outside the airport.

Seeing that the boss brought back a young man full of local flavor, the driver Lao Li couldn't help asking curiously: "Boss, who is this little brother?"

Lao Li is a middle-aged man who is about the same age as Li Yaohua, and he looks very good. He is wearing a white shirt and a pair of black trousers.

The Chinese character face looks very simple and honest, and the smiling face when talking, looks very friendly.

The first time I saw this person, Qinghong was full of affection for him.

Li Yaohua just introduced Qinghong in a hurry, and then he didn't say anything more. He just sat in the back of the car and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Maybe he was a little tired from flying.

Looking at the brightly lit city and luxurious villas outside the car window, Qinghong felt a little dumbfounded.

The flashing neon lights, tall towers, private cars passing by on the road, and trendy men and women who are drunk in the night, all these are so strange to him, but they are still So novel, it ran counter to the tranquility in Fenglin Village.

"Lao Li, is this a big city?" Qinghong asked with some doubts.

"That's right."

The driver, Old Li, grinned at him sideways, and asked softly, "Little brother, why are you with our boss?"

"Oh."

Qinghong was taken aback for a moment, and then replied in a straightforward manner: "I heard that your boss's mother is sick, and I followed him back for treatment!"

"Cure?"

Lao Li looked at Qinghong with some doubts, and muttered: "The disease she has has no way to cure it, I think you still..."