Si Yu despised.

He all has a young wife who is stronger than gold.

What nonsense about this old old man Xu said about being alone forever?

Song Zhao held his sleeves and held his fists with a clear look, "Thank you, the medicine king, for your praise, but the little girl has already studied medicine by her master, so she should not betray her master."

The Medicine King said unconvincedly, "Who are you worshipping as your teacher? Can you be as powerful as my old man?"

Song Zhao said proudly, "The master is called Penglai, you don't know him."

Who knows.

The Medicine King's face froze in an instant, as if he had heard a fantasy.

After a while, he jumped over with a swish, pinched Song Zhao's shoulder with both hands, and his eyes burst, "You are the disciple of the dead ghost in Penglai?"

Song Zhao frowned when he was clenched.

Si Yu waved his hand, and was unceremonious to the Buddha's prescription of the medicine king, protecting the little girl behind him, "Don't be rude."

The Medicine King looked horrified.

He put his hands in his sleeves, like a defeated dog.

Song Zhao was confused.

The reaction of the Medicine King was like knowing her master.

But her master is an immortal from Penglai Mountain.

Suddenly I thought of the master once mentioned that he had experienced reincarnation...

She carefully calculated her fingers and realized that this year was the first life of her master Jitian.

Song Zhao said to Si Yu, "Fourth brother, you go outside the door first and wait for me. I want to talk to the Medicine King."

Si Yu thought that with him, the Medicine King could not move a single hair of Song Zhao.

He didn't want to hear the old Xu's accent, so he turned around and waited outside the door.

The Medicine King suddenly raised his head and said calmly, "You go, I won't help Penglai's apprentice."

Song Zhao was curious, "Dare you ask the Medicine King, do you have any grudges with my master?"

The Medicine King is cruel and cruel, "The enemy of taking over his wife is irreconcilable."

Song Zhao, “…”

This information is so large that she can't bear it.

She knew that the Medicine King would not reveal anything else easily, and had no intention of exploring the master's secrets, so she sighed, "Since that's the case, the little girl's troublesomeness to call the scented fragrance specially prepared for the Medicine King is useless..."

She took out a pack of wrapped incense from her sleeve, took out a piece, and lit it in the fire.

Whoosh.

There was an indescribable scent in the air that was filled with indescribable scent...

The medicine king moved his nose and was obviously curious, but he asked with a stern face, "What do you call scenting fragrance?"

Song Zhaoruo, "The little girl learned from the sect leader that the Medicine King had a deviation when he was refining medicine a few years ago, and his sense of smell was not good.

I think the Medicine King is very sad. He specially studied ancient books and often called sniffing fragrance to restore his sense of smell."

The Medicine King was moved.

He is crazy about making medicine, and practicing medicine is highly knowledgeable and emphasizes precision and meticulousness.

Olfaction is very important. The amount and proportion of the amount and proportion used when making medicine depends on the sense of smell.

His sense of smell is not good, he is trying to remedy it every day...

The Medicine King couldn't help but tend to call the smell of fragrance, and took a deep breath...

Click.

Song Zhao extinguished the incense and smiled, "The little girl is going to say goodbye first!"

"Stop!"

The Medicine King stamped his feet.

He stared at Song Zhao almost gritted his teeth. This little girl was so cunning and deserved to be the disciple of the traitor of Penglai.

He snorted coldly and snatched the fragrance of Suanxiong, "Since you have such sincerity, I will do good things again."

Song Zhao knew that the Medicine King had agreed to prove it for her.

She smiled sweetly and gave a blessing.

The moment of turning around.

The Medicine King suddenly said, "Little girl, you have to watch the crazy criticism outside."

Song Zhao bowed modestly, "The King of Medicine Please make clear."

The Medicine King is meaningful, "There is a demon in his heart who is locked up by you."

*

Song Zhao stepped out of the threshold.

The scorching sun is like fire.

The young Lang Yan stood alone under the eaves of the corridor, holding a long sword in his hand, like a guardian of the war god.

Sometimes Song Zhao hesitated. Will such a young man in bright clothes and angry horses really become a demon?

Si Yuruo felt something and looked up, "What are you looking at?"

Song Zhao touched his neck and sighed, "Fourth brother, do you believe that some people are destined to be lonely for a hundred years?"

If you start over for a lifetime, you still can't change your destiny...

She is not afraid of loneliness, but she is afraid that she cannot protect her family.

The little girl looked like she was so melancholy.

Si Yu sneered, just a joke about the charlatan, which also made the little girl worry about being like this.

I think I'm afraid he won't marry her.

"Don't believe the nonsense of that charlatan."

Si Yu tapped her white forehead and said loudly, "I am not dead yet. Someone will be willing to take a country as a charity and promise Azhao's wedding in a prosperous era and a happy life."

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Chapter completed!