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Lao Yao took two small sieves that usually dry medicine from the house and made the medicine he had just picked.

Sitting on the steps in front of the door, separate the medicine in the medicine basket.

Looking at Murong Jing's back gradually fading away, he sighed and said to himself: "Bad boy, I didn't have any good impression of you, a brother, before, because you ran over after being injured every few days. Now it seems that I was wrongly blamed him, you are much worse than him. You have not learned any knowledge of my medical skills at all, but you have practiced the torture time outside so well?"[

The atmosphere is a bit weird.

The person who was lying quietly on the chair just now moved.

The eyelashes trembled.

"The person has gone far away. He tormented people so much every day. The bad boy is really hard-hearted." Old Man Yao was a little helpless with this disciple. The knot in his heart was too deep. After more than half a year, he still couldn't eliminate the resentment he had accumulated in his heart? "The master is a little bit disdainful. What a good brother, this kid must be tortured to death?"

"When I went down the mountain, I heard that those masters who caused you were already dead, injured, and exiled. Those who lived for life would not be allowed to enter Kyoto. By the way, bad boy, your brother is much better than you. In half a year, it took you more than ten years to deal with the troubles that you could not handle even if you spent more than ten years..." Although he was the foundation, if he did not have a good dealer, there would not be such a situation now.

After pausing, Lao Man Yao's voice came again, "Bad boy, the prince's mansion is at its peak now, and no one dares to compete with it. However, it seems that no matter how powerful the brother is, he is still not as good as the younger brother. The bad brother moves his head and pretends to be dead. He can reap the benefits of troubles without doing it himself."

At this time, someone lying on the chair had a light corner of his mouth, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyelids slowly opened, and his shimmering phoenix eyes were slightly waving with ripples, and he was as soft as the moonlight at night sprinkled on the calm water surface.

After a while, he looked at Murong Jing's leaving back indifferently.

The person who was unconscious just now woke up and said he would wake up? If the person who didn’t know about it, wouldn’t he be shocked!

Old Man Yao looked calm and was not surprised at all. Obviously, he had known this would be the case.

Sima Luo sat up, stretched his waist, and moved his muscles a lot, and his charming voice overflowed with a little lazy. "Master! You are getting more and more verbose! I'm here to accompany you every day, isn't it good? Such a leisurely day is so rare."

"Okay, okay! Then come and help the teacher to distribute the medicine, and prepare tonight's meal."

"Master! The medicine can be divided, but the meal is not prepared."

"Yo, you're still bargaining?! Now you are eating and living in mine."

"Master, did my brother not give you money?"

"Does he dare to ask for it?"

"Haha!... You can't help but want to." Sima Luo laughed and immediately smashed the root of a herb. He grabbed it with a laugh. Under the red afterglow, the handsome and stunning face was even more dazzling.

Old Man Yao glared at his precious apprentice.

I feel relieved, but I am lucky in disguise.[

It has been more than ten or twenty years since Lao Yao has been able to see his disciple live so freely and worry-free for a long time.

Sima Luo strode forward and squatted down with a smile.

The five fingers that are as white as jade, pick up the medicine and do it as soon as you say it.

This is not the first time he has done these jobs, and he is not unfamiliar with the movements.

"Bad boy, you have to keep your word. This time you help you learn things."

"Yes! Master, why do you say this once every day? My ears are full of calluses." In the past few months, when Murong Jing came, he pretended to be dead. It was no problem to jump around when he didn't come. With the cooperation of his master, it was not difficult to deceive Murong Jing, who felt guilty. But at the beginning, it took him a lot of time to convince his master to help. The condition was naturally to promise that he would inherit his legacy in the future and become a competent successor.

Sima Luo picked the medicine leaves and put them together.

Lao Yao sighed, "Can't you let it go?"

"Master, how can it be so easy? He owes me so much. It's been twenty years, and how can I finish it in just a few months?"
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