In the small yard, the crow flapped its wings and looked around at the dark clouds.

The dark clouds are full of food and drink, and want to pounce on it, but are easily dodged every time, and the crow's cry is full of narrow-mindedness.

For some reason, Chen Ji suddenly felt that the crow and the cat, the young man and the old man seemed particularly harmonious and peaceful in this yard.

And tonight is one of the few peaceful nights since he came to this world.

No one is plotting, no one is fighting.

The mysterious veil of the world was finally slowly lifted before our eyes.

"Master," Chen Ji asked the most confusing question: "All senior officials need to be killed like us..."

Old Yao was confused: "What to kill, kill the sick?"

"Huh?" Chen Ji was even more confused: "Master, how do you practice?"

Old Yao said lightly: "Cure the patient, and his disease energy can be used by me."

Chen Ji was shocked. The same cultivation path, but even different cultivation methods?

However, just as he thought of this, the crow actually stood on the almond tree, with wings like fingers, pointing at the traces and laughing so hard that he almost fell off the branch.

Chen Ji: "...Master, it's pointless to lie to people!"

Old Man Yao sneered: "After all, I haven't experienced the world deeply. I have a brain, but not much. Remember, this world is more difficult than you think. No one can trust it except you and the raccoon slave."

"You can't believe it either?"

"Yes, I can't believe it either," Old Man Yao shook Wu Yun's leftover snack dregs into his mouth, not wasting any of it: "Our cultivation method is the most unknown in the world. Once it is known, the secret will be lost."

The spy department wants to kill you, the chief criminal department wants to kill you, Prince Jing wants to kill you, the emperor wants to kill you, and all the officials in the world want to kill you. This method cannot be accomplished without brains."

"Master, are there any other officials practicing our method?" Chen Ji asked curiously.

Old Man Yao recalled: "I killed a few, but I don't know if they were all killed."

Chen Ji: "..."

After chewing the cake, he felt a little choked. He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, and then continued to ask: "Master, what is the name of our practice?"

Old Yao stroked his beard: "I have answered enough, I don't want to answer anymore..."

Before he finished speaking, dark clouds had already thrust into his arms and rubbed against him.

Old Man Yao thought for a while and replied: "Some people say it is called 'Tiger'."

Chen Ji thought thoughtfully: "Tiger?"

"Some people also call it 'swallowing dragon'."

The traces were solemn for a while, the meaning of the tiger was obscure, but the swallowing of the dragon seemed to be more relevant!

He asked curiously: "Master, if you kill me, can you improve your cultivation?"

"No," Old Man Yao glanced at him: "But if you kill me, you can practice faster. Why don't you give it a try?"

Chen Ji: "...Master, you don't have to be so polite."

Old Man Yao continued to explain: "If you are the only one practicing 'Tiger' in the world, then your cultivation speed will be 100%. If there are two people practicing, then your cultivation speed will be 50%. How about that?

Will it make you more tempted?"

Chen Ji frowned and said frankly: "I think many people will be tempted."

"Therefore, no official in the world will accept a disciple unless absolutely necessary."

"How can it be considered a last resort?"

"Either you are seriously injured and on the verge of death, or you are dying, or you know that you have no hope of exploring the great road." Old Yao sighed with emotion: "I have seen the master teach his apprentice, and the apprentice wants to kill the master. I have seen the father pass it on to his son.

, the son just wanted to kill his father."

Chen Ji noticed the desolation in the old man's tone: "Master, besides She Dengke and Liu Quxing, do I have any other senior brothers?"

Old Man Yao sneered: "Yes, he's dead, I killed him."

Chen Ji hesitated for a moment: "Do you have children?"

Old Man Yao was silent for a long time: "I just answered it. When you live a long time, you will understand the truth. Don't get attached to others easily. Those who are destined to say goodbye are destined to be disappointed."

At this moment, Chen Ji finally understood why Old Yao was so unkind. The story behind his indifference was definitely not something that could be explained in just one or two sentences.

Old Man Yao must have taught his son sincerely, otherwise he could have waited until he was about to die before teaching him how to practice. But Old Man Yao's son seemed to have evil intentions.

No wonder there are so few high-ranking officials in this world, simply because those who have mastered the method of cultivation will never spread the word easily and will fight against each other. Not all sons in the world want to harm their fathers, but there is no shortage of sons who want to harm their fathers.

Chen Ji was confused: "Why did you choose to accept disciples, and you accepted three at once?"

Old Man Yao glanced at him and then at the crow who was still teasing the dark clouds: "I don't have any master-disciple relationship with you. I just don't want this cultivation path to be cut off in my hands, so you don't have to have too much hope in me. You

Give me money to learn, and I will teach you my skills, that’s all.”

Chen Ji felt that the reason given by Old Man Yao was not sufficient, but he did not continue to struggle. He just said sincerely: "Although you may not believe what I said, I will definitely not harm you..."

"Don't say it so early," Old Man Yao sneered: "I've told you everything I should tell you. I'm telling you this because I'm afraid you'll die inexplicably. The rest I can't tell you, maybe I'll tell you when I'm in a better mood.

You some."

Chen Ji: "...when are you in a good mood?"

"If you return my ginseng, I will feel better."

Chen Ji hurriedly said: "I will go to the drug dealer when I wake up tomorrow..."

Old Man Yao stood hunched over at the door of the main room and stopped. A crow fluttered on his shoulder: "Don't think too much. Since you have already helped the Secret Service, you have just stepped into this world.

Life and death are your destiny, just don’t regret it.”

Chen Ji asked: "Master, what is Jianghu?"

Old Man Yao said calmly: "Jianghu is a place where there is nothing new day after day."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because human nature is the same. Day after day, there is nothing new."

Chen Ji suddenly asked: "Master, what kind of person is the internal minister in charge of the Secret Intelligence Service?"

"The most vicious person in the world, otherwise why would everyone call him a poisonous person in private?" Old Yao opened the door and entered the room: "In the days to come, you will miss these good times before you knew him."

Chen Ji looked at the old man and the crow on his shoulder, and suddenly he seemed to see the dark clouds on the long street of Luo City and himself that night.

But in the house, old man Yao suddenly hummed a song with a strange rhyme: "Abiding by the law makes you depressed in the morning, strong beams sing for joy every night, riding a mule to benefit yourself at the expense of others, being upright and fair and starving. Building bridges and repairing roads makes the blind, there are many murders and arson, I will ask you in the west."

Buddha, Buddha says I can’t do anything either..."

Chen Ji returned to the house and lay flat on the bunk with his arms as pillows. The song his master just sang echoed in his mind, while dark clouds lay on his chest.

"Wuyun, don't lie on your chest. I won't be able to sleep like this."

Wu Yun raised his head and glanced at him: "If it weren't for me, your master could have said so much to you? After making such a great contribution, it's reasonable to sleep on your head, okay?"

Chen Ji was silent for a moment: "It makes sense!"

…

…

In the early morning, before the rooster crows, the dark clouds have disappeared.

Chen Ji filled the water tank with a pole and cleaned the ground in the yard.

When he saw the crow stopping on the branch of the almond tree and looking at him, he smiled and said hello. The crow only looked at him sideways and continued to sleep standing on the branch.

When everything was ready, Chen Ji put the Buddhist Tongbao on his wrist, packed all the silver ingots and went out.

Drug dealers live in Dongshi, businessmen traveling from north to south settle here, students taking exams stay here, and officials going to office socialize here. It is regarded as the hub of the world.

However, they are all just passers-by in Luo City, and will leave after the noise is over.

Starting from Taiping Medical Center, Chen Ji walked for about an hour before he could hear the frolicking sounds of Dongshi. The brothel had already closed, but the fishermen had just returned from the river, and saw them carrying cages of fish baskets ashore. The trackers

They carried the rope and walked to the edge of the canal.

Chen Ji raised his head, looking at the signboards, and finally stopped at "Bailu Pavilion", which is the largest drug dealer in Luo City. 60% of the herbal medicines in the city rely on it for wholesale and transportation from the north and south herbal medicine markets.

This is also the place where Taiping Medical Center purchases medicinal materials on weekdays, and all three brothers have been here.

Chen Ji stepped into the threshold, and a wealthy shopkeeper came up to him with a smile: "Hey, why is Dr. Chen here today? Didn't my guy just go to the Taiping Medical Center yesterday to stock the goods?"

Chen Ji responded with a smile: "Master sent me to find some old man's ginseng for use in the palace. I wonder if Bailu Pavilion has it in stock at this time?"

Why did the shopkeeper say: "I want Dr. Chen to know that the old ginseng is very expensive. When purchasing, it is purchased according to the predetermined quantity. Your master ordered one per month, and we don't have any extra to give."

It’s Taiping Medical Center.”

Chen Ji turned around and left: "Then I'll go and ask elsewhere."

But the shopkeeper hurriedly grabbed him again and said with a smile: "Dr. Chen is anxious, why don't you listen to what I have to say. By coincidence, the few ginseng orders ordered by Fangping Pharmacy yesterday have not been delivered yet. We are old friends with Dr. Yao."

My friends, if the palace needs it, I can give it to you first."

Chen Ji was noncommittal: "Then take it out and take a look."

"Please come this way, the valuable medicinal materials are kept in the backyard."

The shopkeeper led Chen Ji to the backyard of Bailu Pavilion and opened a wooden door of the warehouse: "Please."

After Chen Ji entered, he looked around at more than ten boxes of medicinal materials, but heard the sound of a door closing behind him.

Strange, it’s just ginseng, what is the door closed!?

wrong!

Chen Ji stooped and rolled forward. When he stood up again, he saw the shopkeeper stabbing him with a dagger, his face looking very fierce.

However, the old trace arrived first and kicked the shopkeeper in the fat belly.

The shopkeeper didn't expect that Chen Ji was faster than him. Not only did he avoid the attack, but he could also counterattack instantly. After receiving the kick, he fell backward and shouted: "Help me!"

Chen Ji wanted to take the opportunity to catch up and kill the shopkeeper, but he didn't expect the wind to hit him again. Someone stepped out from behind the wooden box of medicinal materials and put a dagger against his neck from behind.

This time, the opponent was so fast that Chen Ji had only been seen on Lin Chaoqing, Yun Yang, and Jiao Tu, and there was no time to react.

He felt the coldness of the dagger, and the hairs on his neck stood up instantly, but he could only calmly ask: "What is this?"

The person behind him said calmly: "You betrayed your surname and identity, betrayed Zhou Chengyi, shouldn't you die?"

Chen Ji was speechless... What are you really afraid of? What's coming!
Chapter completed!