Chapter 530 Ying Zijin: Fu Xi, my disciple [1st update]

After doing all this, Yan Anhe checked it several more times before she felt relieved.

She had spent a long time in the lab and knew that there were surveillance cameras only outside the corridor, not inside the lab.

When she came in, she avoided the location of the surveillance cameras, so the cameras definitely couldn't capture her.

Yan Anhe did know quite a few people at Imperial University. The file shredding program was something she got from a third-year graduate student in the Computer Science Department.

She did this to prevent Ying Zijing from seeking help from Li Han.

Li Han is only a junior in college. He is impressive, but he is still a step behind those who are in their third year of graduate school.

Once the file is shredded like that, it's impossible to recover it.

However, that's not the most important thing. The important thing is that, as a member of the data management team, Ying Zijing's failure to manage the data constitutes dereliction of duty.

Even if she is found later, the school will seriously consider whether to invite her to similar exchange programs in the future.

If there are a few more accidents, will the school leaders still be so biased towards Ying Zijing?

Tsk.

Yan Anhe remained calm, took off her gloves, and put them in her pocket.

She glanced at it and noticed the pig head sticker on the computer.

It's a very funny pig's head, with two very big eyes.

Yan Anhe tucked her hair back and smiled casually.

I like pigs, I don't know what kind of aesthetic sense that is.

**

On the other side.

Inside the villa.

Ying Zijin had just come out of the shower, her hair still dripping wet.

She was wearing a white nightgown that accentuated her perfect figure.

On the sofa.

Fu Yunshen turned his head meaningfully and then said, "Yaoyao, someone sent you a video."

Ying Zijin walked over.

She sat down and started moving the mouse.

After reading it, I clicked save.

Some people and some things are quite interesting.

Fu Yunshen took the towel from the girl and began to dry her hair.

Ying Zijing was watching TV when she suddenly said, "You look like a human-shaped bear."

"Um?"

"It's nice to squeeze."

"..." Fu Yun raised a deep eyebrow, his voice trailing off, "Little kid, you flirt with me and then don't take responsibility? How heartless!"

Ying Zijin: "Then you've flirted with me countless times, even before I was an adult."

After learning some things, she belatedly realized that she seemed to have been flirted with for a long time.

"That's not flirting, is it?" Fu Yun Shen tilted his head, leaning slightly forward. "That's not—"

He paused for a moment, then finally found two suitable words: "To express friendliness?"

At first, he genuinely didn't have any other feelings for her.

I think the little girl is cute.

"Hmm." Ying Zijin closed her eyes. "According to you, you even flirt with dogs."

"..."

Ying Zijing leaned on Fu Yunshen's shoulder, her eyes slightly narrowed: "I plan to visit the Pill Alliance tomorrow."

Fu Yunshen nodded: "I'll send someone to follow you."

Danmeng is a prominent figure in the field of ancient medicine.

Although the ancient medical community and the ancient martial arts community are connected, in the ancient medical community, it is not allowed to take action without permission.

After all, most ancient doctors were physically weak, so they were relatively safer.

“No need.” Ying Zijing knew he was referring to the protector of the Judicial Hall. “It’s troublesome. I’ll go with the Ling family.”

Fu Yunshen paused slightly, then chuckled and nodded: "That's true."

He wasn't lying; there were many people in the ancient martial arts world who wanted to kill him.

To be precise, the target is "Shadow".

However, very few people actually know his true identity.

Lin Jinyun is one of them.

Fu Yunshen wasn't afraid that Lin Jinyun would tell anyone, because even if she did, few people would believe her.

There was no way around it; his image as a spoiled brat was deeply ingrained in people's minds.

**

The next day was the weekend.

As the host, Imperial University will take the students of the University of Turin to visit the tourist attractions.

"Ying, aren't you coming?" Professor Gu asked with some regret. "I heard from Xiao Zuo that you have a unique understanding of food, and I was thinking of having you introduce me to some of them."

"Well, I won't go," Ying Zijing said calmly. "I have something to take care of."

"Then you go ahead and do your work." Professor Gu didn't try to persuade her any further, but casually added, "Neither you nor Yan came."

Ying Zijing put her phone in her pocket and looked at Jiang Ran: "Let's go."

"Oh, oh." Jiang Ran was very attentive. "Father Ying, this is the pharmacy."

Ying Zijin followed him inside.

Outside the door.

Yan Anhe, who was buying medicine, paused, her expression somewhat hesitant.

Why does it seem like she sees Ying Zijing?

But this is the Pill Alliance, not some other place in the ancient medical world. How can outsiders get in?

Her companions looked at her strangely: "Miss Anhe, what are you looking at?"

Yan Anhe looked away, shook her head, and pursed her lips: "It's nothing."

After a pause, she couldn't help but ask the manager behind the counter, "If you're not a healer, can you get into the pharmacy?"

"Dan Yi" is a term used to refer to ancient doctors who were skilled in alchemy.

Danmeng is also the abbreviation for Danyi Alliance.

"Sure, but you must be accompanied by a healer." The manager glanced in the direction of the pharmacy, then closed his eyes again and continued resting. "Going into the pharmacy is naturally to buy medicine. What's the point of going in without a healer?"

Yan Anhe nodded, barely able to breathe.

The Ji family only knows a few alchemists; there are no resident alchemists within the family.

Not to mention, the main family has basically broken away from the Ji family in the capital.

Ying Zijing, relying on the Ji family, had no way of knowing a pill-disciple.

She must have misread it.

**

Inside the pharmacy.

"Oh, is this Young Master Ling?" The old man fiddled with his abacus. "You've come to the wrong place. That's where you buy medicine. This place only sells medicinal herbs."

Many people in the Dan Alliance know Jiang Ran because Ling Chonglou and Jiang Huaping have been working hard to help him deal with the issue of his internal energy disorder.

Therefore, Jiang Ran has another nickname in the ancient medical community: "Little Medicine Pot".

"Bullshit! I'm not buying medicine today!" Jiang Ran's face darkened. "I'm here to sell medicine!"

grass.

He was a school bully at Qingzhi Middle School, so how did he become a weak medicine bottle here?

"Selling medicine?" The old man became serious now. "Which alchemist are you?"

Jiang Ran immediately gave up his seat.

Ying Zijing placed a jade bottle on the counter: "Take a look."

The old man took it, and as soon as he opened it, he smelled a strong medicinal fragrance, and his expression changed immediately.

He jumped up suddenly and hurried to the back.

The old man came out again half an hour later.

The old man's expression was very solemn. He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and asked, "May I ask your name, young lady?"

This is actually a very common Qi-restoring pill, which any alchemist can refine.

However, after testing, the utilization rate of these Qi-restoring pills can all reach 100%.

As for other Qi-restoring pills, even the highest quality ones only have a 70% purity.

The young woman was wearing a mask, which covered her face, but it was still easy to tell that she was very young.

In the world of ancient medicine, is there actually a younger and more talented ancient doctor than Lin Qingjia?

Ying Zijin said calmly, "It's just business; the name isn't important."

“Yes, that’s right.” The old man’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m being presumptuous. These are all the resources that Miss needs. If Miss has any other medicine in the future, please sell it to the Pill Alliance.”

Some reclusive ancient doctors have very bad tempers. If the Pill Alliance investigates them, it will only lose a major client.

The Dan Alliance could only show respect.

As he spoke, he handed over another token.

Ying Zijing glanced at the character "天" (heaven) on the token and casually accepted it.

Heaven and earth are black and yellow, with the heavenly level being the highest.

Jiang Ran took out the burlap sack he was carrying and packed all the medicinal herbs, ores, and jewelry and gold into it.

The old man's lips twitched: "..."

This young master of the Ling family seems to have some mental issues.

The two left the pharmacy.

Jiang Ran began to shower Ying with compliments: "Father Ying, your alchemy skills are unmatched among your peers. Who did you learn them from?"

Ying Zijing didn't reply, but instead asked, "What's the name of the largest sect in the ancient medical world?"

“The Heavenly Physician Sect,” Jiang Ran said. “Even a three-year-old knows that. Father Ying, are you also from the Heavenly Physician Sect?”

Who was the founder of the Heavenly Medicine Sect?

"Huh? His surname is Fu. I really don't know what the old ancestor of the Fu family was called."

"Hmm." Ying Zijing took a bite of her apple. "Fu Xi, my apprentice."

Jiang Ran: "..."

This joke is really not funny.

Jiang Ran began to wonder if there was really something wrong with his brain.

He huffed and puffed as he carried the sack on his back, quickly crossing the border between the ancient martial arts world and the ancient medical world.

This is a forest.

Wild animals often roam the area, but it also grows many rare medicinal herbs.

Ying Zijin dug as she walked.

After digging, they threw it into Jiang Ran's sack.

Ying Zijin paused upon entering the central area.

She closed her eyes slightly, and her ears twitched.

Jiang Ran did not react.

But a moment later, a group of ancient martial arts practitioners appeared from the front, a total of twenty.

It appeared silently.

Jiang Ran's expression changed: "You—"

“Young Master Ling, we suspect that you maliciously smuggled people from the secular world into the ancient martial arts world.” The middle-aged man smiled coldly. “This is routine interrogation. Don’t even think about resisting.”

When people from the ancient martial arts world go outside, their faces, fingerprints, and all other identity information are not found in international databases.

However, anyone from outside the martial arts world must obtain a certificate from the Judicial Hall, similar to an ID card.

If not, then they are unregistered.

“Father Ying, this is a subordinate family of the Xie family, the Yan family.” Jiang Ran was very wary and said in a low voice, “They often help the Xie family to burn, kill, and rob, or hunt down the talented younger generation of other families.”

Murder and robbery are common occurrences in the world of ancient martial arts; it would be quite strange if they disappeared one day.

After all, wars happen every day in various parts of the ancient martial arts world, just not as frequently as they were hundreds of years ago.

Jiang Ran knew that one of the reasons was that the number of people with ancient martial arts talent was decreasing.

Those with innate martial arts talent like Ling Mianxi, who are born with internal strength, are extremely rare.

A fortune teller predicted that this was a sign of the impending demise of the ancient martial arts world.

Jiang Ran speculated that this might be one of the reasons why all the ancient martial arts practitioners had retreated to the ancient martial arts world.

However, the real reason is probably only known to our ancestors.

But the Xie family faction has indeed gone too far.

They often "manipulate accidents" to kill young geniuses.

The world of ancient martial arts is vast, with many ancient relics and places rarely visited by people; this is one of them.

Fortunately, Ling Mianxi recently went to the Yue family.

Otherwise, the Xie family faction would have targeted his cousin first.

Jiang Ran sneered: "What do you mean by 'illegal immigrant'? You're just looking for a brainless excuse to kill someone."

The middle-aged man's face darkened, and he gave a forced smile: "Young Master Ling, you seem very arrogant. Everyone knows that your mother is an ordinary person, and how high can your ancient martial arts cultivation be?"

He said calmly, "That's right, we're here to kill you, and you can't escape."

Ying Zijing looked up at the sky, lost in thought: "If I kill someone here, wouldn't it be easy to erase all traces? And wouldn't anyone find out?"

“Of course.” The middle-aged man chuckled. “Otherwise, why would we be stopping you here?”

He said meaningfully, "Just kill Young Master Ling directly. We can sever the tendons in the girl's hands and feet, cut off her tongue, and take her back to the Xie family."

Jiang Ran was completely enraged: "You're asking for death!"

“So it can’t be detected.” Ying Zijin nodded, then turned to Jiang Ran, “You go.”

She quite liked the world of ancient martial arts; it lacked high-tech methods and information flowed more smoothly and quickly, saving her a lot of trouble.

Even in some places far from the entrances and exits of the ancient martial arts world, ancient post stations are still maintained, and messages are delivered by horseback.

Jiang Ran was stunned: "No, Dad, I..."

His talent is neither good nor bad.

On the one hand, he was good at condensing internal energy very quickly.

However, he had been suffering from internal energy turmoil for over a decade, which slowed down his cultivation progress.

However, since Ying Zijin cured him, his cultivation has returned to normal, and he now has twenty years of ancient martial arts experience.

He can't compare to Ling Mianxi; that little witch is a monster.

"Stop struggling." The middle-aged man scoffed. "My cultivation isn't high, but I've had fifty years of experience. You two juniors, do you think you're so great?"

Ying Zijing raised her hand and pressed down on Jiang Ran's shoulder.

The two gold needles he was holding were inserted directly into his acupoints.

Jiang Ran's body tensed up, somewhat incredulous.

"Bang!"

A surge of energy broke through his meridians and acupoints, and in an instant, his internal strength surged.

Ying Zijing crossed her arms and said again, "Okay, you go. Go alone. Don't embarrass yourself."

Good morning~

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