While Yan Jun was stroking his beard with a sad face, Qin Yueer walked in with a big bowl.

Yan Jun was stunned and asked, "Sister Yue'er, why didn't you go out to catch the monster today?"

Qin Yue'er smiled and said, "The New Year is approaching, and the demon-catcher yamen is taking a routine rest. I will go out to catch monsters after the New Year. By the way, this is the chicken noodle soup cooked for you by your master, so you can eat it while it is hot."

Yan Jun looked into the bowl and said with a strange look: "Sister Yue'er, is this bowl filled with garlic?"

Qin Yue'er glanced at the garlic in her hand and explained, "Oh, you said this, your master said that eating noodles without garlic means not eating noodles. You must eat chicken noodle soup with garlic." As he said that, he twisted a piece of garlic and put it in his mouth, feeling that what Wu Jun said really makes sense.

Yan Jun expressed his confusion and said, "But... But why is there only garlic and my chicken noodle soup in this bowl?"

Qin Yue'er was stunned: "Yes, where did you go? I'm obviously there when I went out! It's so damn, no, I have to go out and look for it!" After that, he put down his bowl and walked out.

Yan Jun looked at the bowl containing garlic, then looked at Qin Yue'er's back, and suddenly felt that when it comes to putting garlic, Qin Yue'er seemed to be more professional than this bowl...

Alas, so I only have half a bowl of garlic for breakfast today?

When Yan Jun looked depressed, Wu Jun walked in with a bowl of steaming chicken noodle soup, looked at the half bowl of garlic on the table, and said laughing and crying: "I knew it would be like this, hurry up and eat it while it's hot."

Yan Jun took the bowl with a touching look, pulled the noodles into his mouth, and then heard Wu Jun say, "Only after eating enough, you have the strength to take medicine."

Yan Jun's touch disappeared in an instant without a trace, his face changed and he said, "Do you still need to take medicine?"

Wu Jun glanced at the beard on Yan Jun’s chin and said, “If you take a few more doses of medicine to treat internal injuries, you will be completely cured. Your beard is a side effect of this medicine, so don’t be afraid.”

Yan Jun frowned and asked with confusion: "But Master, when did I suffer internal injuries?"

Wu Jun coughed dryly: "That blood-replenishing medicine has a little side effect, but now the prescription has been improved by me! If you drink it next time, you will not suffer internal injuries again!" As he said that, his eyes became extremely confident and proud, as if he had accomplished a feat.

Yan Jun: “…”

This improvement is useless. Except for you, who can drink blood-replenishing medicines to cause internal injuries...

Looking at Yan Jun's silly look, licking the bowl cleanly, Wu Jun smiled and touched his head, and said, "Remember to shave your beard after recovery, otherwise you won't be able to receive New Year's money during the New Year."

While he was talking, Song Cai's voice suddenly rang in the yard: "Master, someone is here to see you for treatment!"

Wu Jun quickly walked out of the room and saw a familiar old man with a hunchback. It turned out that it was Lao Xu who came, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed: "It turned out to be your old man, I thought there was a new patient."

Old Xu smiled and shook the gift bag in his hand, saying, "It's better to come empty-handed during the Chinese New Year, and I've brought you a gift."

Wu Jun's eyes lit up: "What gift?"

Lao Xu smiled mysteriously: "You will know when you open it and take a look."

Wu Jun took the gift bag excitedly and opened the oil paper bag layer by layer. When he reached the 100th floor, his face suddenly changed and stopped. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Lao Xu with a bad expression: "What exactly is it pretending here? Is it empty?"

Lao Xu laughed: "How could it be empty? Didn't I give you so many bags of medicinal oil paper?"

Wu Jun: "…"

This snail old man doesn’t want to do it during the Chinese New Year!

"It's really hard for you to be able to stack so neatly so much oil paper..."

Wu Jun rolled his eyes speechlessly, went to boil the medicine, took the bored old man into the house, and started massage him.

While enjoying Wu Jun's massage, Lao Xu sighed: "I came to the capital and it was a little less lively. I was still in Jinhua for the New Year. Master Chen was not here, and there was no one who wrote Spring Festival couplets."

"I'll write one, and I'll take it when you leave later."

Wu Jun carefully repaired Lao Xu's damaged lumbar spine, and suddenly a flash of inspiration was flashing, and he looked at him with a strange look.

"Master Chen and Manager Liu are masters of the Confucian sect and the other is masters of the Taoist sect. Lao Xu, are you also a hidden peerless master?"

Old Xu laughed: "Haha, have you ever seen a peerless master like me?"

Wu Jun looked at the twilight years and looked like Lao Xu was alive for a few years, and shook his head slightly: "It's really not very similar. Although they are sick, they are still full of vitality. Unlike you, they are almost half of their eyebrows are buried."

Lao Xu twitched his cheeks hard: "That's called half of his body buried in the soil. You guys, can you survive if you half of your eyebrows penetrate into the soil?"

Wu Jun took back the clan energy attached to his hand, slapped Lao Xu's waist hard, and said, "Okay!"

Lao Xu took a deep breath in pain, sat up and glared at Wu Jun, patted a few pieces of broken silver on the bed, and said angrily: "Go and write a pair."

Wu Jun went to the table to grind the ink, thought for a while, and started writing.

At this time, Yan Jun walked in with the medicine bowl respectfully, handed the medicine to Lao Xu, lowered his eyebrows and said with a pleasing look: "Please take medicine."

Old Xu looked at Yan Jun with a puzzled look and said, "Is he your patient? Can you cure dwarfism?"

Wu Jun was amused by listening: "My second apprentice has been separated from his family and has amnesia. His beard was made by drinking medicine yesterday."

"I think if his master knew that you were so kind to him, he would definitely repay your great despicable virtue..."

Old Xu's eyes trembled, he looked at Yan Jun sympathetically, took the medicine and drank it. Then he got up and came to Wu Jun, and looked at the couplet written on the table.

The first couplet: Arrive first, arrive later, arrive one after another.

The second couplet: Come early and come late, you have to come early and evening.

Horizontal draft: Get rich by raising a coffin

After reading the couplet, Lao Xu was amused and crying: "Your Spring Festival couplet will be posted on my door and you won't be beaten. Let's leave. This is the New Year's Day, don't stolen the grave in the cemetery." After that, he picked up the Spring Festival couplets that had not yet dried and walked out.

Wu Jun looked at Yan Jun who was standing at the door and respectfully saw him off. He looked at Song Cai who was teasing Wangcai next to him, and sighed: "Look at how much your junior brother has a wink. He doesn't look like you, you know you're all day long."

Yan Jun looked at Lao Xu's staggering back and squeezed out a smiley face stiffly: "Master, this is what I should do."

God felt sorry for him, and he couldn't think he could not see anything without a look. Although it was a bit incredible, he actually felt a little bit in this old man...
Chapter completed!