On the fourth day of the 9th month of the 48th year of Wanli, there was no wind at night.

In the dilapidated small medicine shop, Zhang Fengyi was carefully counting the results of the past half day, and obtained a total of twenty-eight "Nine-Turning Golden Body Pill" and forty-four "Lingbo Weibu Pills". He was filled in two large bowls. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, there seemed to be a golden light flashing.

Nodding, Zhang Fengyi turned around and found two small porcelain bottles from the bottom of the counter, shaking them, and rustled. He found a clean yellow paper and poured out the things in the porcelain bottle. A scent of medicine suddenly spread.

Is this thing just...

Eighteen Arhats?

He twisted some medicine powder with his fingers and went to the oil lamp to take a closer look. Zhang Fengyi suddenly felt a little regretful.

These eighteen Arhats were a good cure that Zhang Shouheng had been developing after more than 30 years, countless clinical verifications, and many times before he finally developed and developed. Now he has been sold to others by himself... It seems a bit unfair!

Although his father is not his own father and his son is not his own son, Zhang Fengyi still feels that he is just a bastard and unfilial son!

Thinking of this, Zhang Fengyi carefully wrapped the paper medicine powder and put it in the wooden box originally used to hold the Compendium of Materia Medica, and then respectfully placed it in the top of the medicine cabinet.

call!

After doing all this, I felt much better.

Looking back, Zhang Fengyi took the two small porcelain bottles and brushed them clean with a small brush. Then he put the two elixirs in them... Of course, he could not put them all in them. In the end, he only packed a bottle of six "Nine-Turning Golden Body Pills" and a bottle of twelve "Lingbo Weibu Pills".

These two bottles were prepared for Master Fang Jifan, so they naturally had to be packaged well. Originally, Zhang Fengyi wanted to pack the remaining pills in porcelain bottles like this, but after searching the entire medicine shop, he couldn't find another porcelain.

There are a few small clay pots, but... the grade is too low, how can it show the preciousness of this medicine?

I'd better wait until I go buy some porcelain bottles tomorrow before I can talk about it...

It was already late at night. Lai Fu packed up the table, walked over yawning, reached out to close the shop door, and suddenly a strange sound came from the roof.

"Click!"

The sound was short and simply, as if it were a sound of tiles shattering, Lai Fu couldn't help but stop and looked up.

"What's wrong with Lai Fu?" Zhang Fengyi also noticed something was wrong and kept glanced upwards.

"Click!"

Another crisp sound came.

"Young Master, there is someone above!" Lai Fu lowered his voice and said in a low voice, his expression full of alertness.

When Zhang Fengyi heard this, he quickly protected the porcelain bottle in front of him with both hands, then raised his ears and listened attentively to the movement above.

"Ping Ping..."

It is the sound of a collision between weapons!

Damn, I've all moved my weapons, this is a big deal!

"Pongpong..."

The voice suddenly fell outside the house, and Zhang Fengyi's body tensed up, and his feet were a little weak. He glanced at Fu. He was quite brave and actually put his head out of the door.

"Young master, there are two people, holding a knife to cut each other!" Lai Fu retracted his head and said in an extremely low voice.

"I know!" Zhang Fengyi roared in his throat, "Close the door quickly! Idiot!"

Lai Fu said oh, and finally closed the door with a clang, and Zhang Fengyi breathed a little relieved.

"Ping Ping...Ping Ping..." The fight outside the house seemed to become more intense, and the sound of weapons colliding constantly came, and sometimes there were various shouts of "Hmph, ha, drink, hey..."

"ah……"

With a shrill scream and a series of footsteps passing away, the outside of the house immediately became quiet again.

Mom, I'm afraid someone will die...

Zhang Fengyi felt that his heart was beating very hard. If someone died outside the door and the government started to investigate, then... I am afraid that he, a small commoner, would never be able to escape!

"Lai Fu, go and see if the dead are dead?" Zhang Fengyi shouted in a trembling voice.

Lai Fu nodded, slowly stretched out his hand, and opened the door bolt.

"Bang!"

Lai Fu was about to open the door, but the door was suddenly knocked open from outside, and then something covered in blood came in.

"Young Master, this person is not dead!" Lai Fu was so scared that he jumped up, waved the door bolt in his hand and wanted to hit the man.

Zhang Fengyi saw that, how could this be great? If the man is still alive if he does not die, he hurriedly shouted: "Lai Fu stop!"

Lai Fu was frightened and might not hear clearly for a moment, so he turned around and asked, "Young Master, what are you saying?"

However, despite speaking, the door bolt in his hand was not recycled, and it was about to hit the guy on the ground.

But at this moment, the guy on the ground who was originally motionless suddenly bounced up and punched Laifu's head with one punch. However, I don't know if it was because of the excessive blood loss or the fact that the fist was skewed and slipped away against Laifu's shoulder.

Immediately afterwards, the man fell down again and lay on the ground and hummed.

Lai Fu, who was beside him, also fell down and lay on the ground and hummed. It seemed that although the other party's punch had misstepped, it was something he could not afford.

From this point of view, this guy... is actually a master!!

It was a blessing, not a disaster, but a disaster, but it was a disaster. At this point, Zhang Fengyi slowly calmed down and walked over to help Fu first. He checked that except for the bruises on his skin, there was nothing wrong with anything else. So he moved a stool and let Lai Fu sit down, and then walked to the guy who was still humming.

"Little brother..." The moment Zhang Fengyi was caught off guard, the man actually hugged his legs, and while squirting blood from his mouth, he said intermittently, "Hurry... Report... Big... Sir, Bai... Bai Lian... Rebel... Jinyi... Inside... Uh!"

What's the thing??

Zhang Fengyi's nerves suddenly became up. Although he only heard a few words, combined with the history he had known, it is certain that what the other party said was probably not that the White Lotus Sect was going to rebel?

If this is the case, then this will be a big deal!!

As for what he said later, "Bronze robe...", I don't know what it means.

Zhang Fengyi was about to ask again, but found that the man had already kicked his legs and had washed and went to bed.

"Oh, ah... why are you... Don't die here if you want to die!" Zhang Fengyi grabbed his arms and shook them hard, but the other party did not react at all. He reached out to find his breath and was indeed dead.

“MMP!”

Zhang Fengyi couldn't help but swear, and he was almost crazy.

Even a small probability event like this can be encountered by him. This... God, you fucking wait for me!!

Zhang Fengyi, who had finally calmed down his head and quickly analyzed it, then turned over the man's body and carefully examined it inside and out.

"Huh? Beizhen Fushi...Damn!"

Looking at the wooden waist tags found from the other party's waist, Zhang Fengyi's face changed suddenly, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
Chapter completed!