Chapter 79 The Miracle Doctor Descends the Mountain

"But……"

The old man in black robes interrupted the white-haired man before he could finish his words: "Don't say buts. I noticed that you have been acting strange since you went to Tianji Pavilion a few days ago. Did that old man Tianjizi say something to you again?"

The white-haired old man nodded: "Tianjizi told Yu Xiaozi that he was destined to have a fatal disaster when he went down the mountain this time."

"Killing disaster?" The old man in black robe curled his lips in disdain: "When has that immortal Tianjizi ever told the truth? If you do too much fortune-telling, which reveals the secrets of heaven, you will be punished by heaven. Tianjizi doesn't even tell fortunes for himself, so do you think he will sacrifice his life to tell fortunes for Yu kid?"

After a pause, the old man in black robe stood up, lifted the lid of the pot, took a spoon and scooped half a spoonful of the green soup from the iron pot, smelled it and put it down again: "I think that old ghost Tianjizi still has evil intentions towards Yu boy. The killing robbery and so on are just his excuses to take Yu boy as his apprentice."

Killing calamity, I think only you, Tianjizi, will have killing calamity.

The old man in black robe decided to go to Tianji Pavilion soon to pay a visit to the old fortune teller Tianjizi, who had fought with him for his disciple but was poisoned by him and could not get out of bed for three days.

en…Prepare some more poison before you go.

Three days is still too short, this time it will take seven days... no, a month.

"That's right." The white-haired old man seemed to have figured it out and continued to add firewood to the stove.

After a pause, he turned around and said with a smile: "Tianjizi has accepted another disciple, and it's a girl."

"You're misleading young people." The old man in black robe said with disdain.

He has always looked down on Tianjizi.

A stinky fortune teller, huh!

Just as the two were about to open the pot and drink the soup, a thin figure flashed into the bamboo house. The man was less than 1.3 meters tall, wearing purple shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, with a crew cut, a gold chain around his neck, and a pure gold Rolex on his wrist.

"You have the most sensitive nose. You'll find it as soon as the pot boils." The old man in black robe said as he handed the short old man a chipped porcelain bowl and was about to serve him soup.

"Something happened to Yu boy." The short old man was holding a bowl and breathing heavily.

"What's going on?" The white-haired old man covered the pot with a serious expression.

The old man in black robe also became serious and stopped rolling the blood walnut.

Then, the short old man took out the note written by Chen Yu from his trouser pocket and unfolded it.

"It's Yu's handwriting." The white-haired old man recognized the handwriting at a glance. Such an ugly handwriting could not be imitated by others.

The entire bamboo house fell into an eerie silence.

The sunset outside the house dyed the sky red, and the entire valley was dyed red.

After a moment, the old man in black robe stood up, with black mist filling his teeth. He put down the porcelain bowl and said, "I'll go."

"The blood poison in your body is about to explode. It's not easy to take action recently, so I'd better go." The short old man had a ferocious expression on his face, and his big gold chain made a 'click' sound. The murderous aura emanating from his body almost condensed into substance.

"You?" As soon as the black-robed old man opened his mouth, a stream of black air gushed out. He bared his teeth and said, "The International Assassin Organization has not yet withdrawn its hunting order against you, and you are still coming out. Are you trying to save your life?"

"Can……"

Before the short old man could finish his words, the white-haired old man waved his hand and interrupted him: "Stop arguing, the two of you. One of you has a blood poison that could explode at any time, and the other has a hunting warrant on his back that could kill him at any time. I'll go."

"But you don't know martial arts."

"You can't poison anyone, and you're no match for them if we fight!"

The reason why the two of them didn't consider the white-haired old man at the beginning was because he was a doctor, a pure doctor.

He...can't fight!

The apprentice was bullied at the foot of the mountain. As masters, they would definitely go there and severely teach the bastard who dared to bully their apprentice a lesson. They would definitely take action.

What’s the point of you, a doctor who can’t fight or hurt or kill people, going there?

"well!"

The white-haired old man shook his head and said in a pretentious manner: "What era is this? Why are we still engaging in violence? Today's society emphasizes human relationships, not violence."

As he spoke, the white-haired old man stood up and held his beard: "I will go to the Song family in the Magic City to understand the situation first. Don't worry, although I won't do anything, I will use my brain."

What do you mean? Are you saying that we don’t use our brains?

The black-robed old man and the short old man thought about it, looked at each other, and the latter said, "Protect your own safety."

The old man in black robe said, "I'll get you some more poison for self-defense."

"Um."

He didn't refuse. Although he thought he didn't need it, it wouldn't take up space if he brought it with him.

In a society where human relationships are important, there is no need for poison.

He has a needle with which he can travel all over the world.

…

While the white-haired old man was traveling all night, Cao Jinyan was also galloping on his horse under the moon. One of them was doing it for the male protagonist, and the other was doing it for the female protagonist.

A silent night.

In the morning, Cao Jinyan, who had been busy all night, ate the loving breakfast made by Mu Qingyao.

I don’t know if it’s because Mu Qingyao’s cooking skills are too good or she puts too much effort into it, but Cao Jinyan always feels that the food tastes much better than those sold outside.

Her cooking skills are as good as her footwork.

In this regard, Cao Jinyan has a lot to say.

Everyone says that the Chinese national football team is not good. Haha, that’s because they have never tried the real Chinese national football team.

While he was concentrating on eating the fried eggs, Mu Qingyao, who had finished cleaning the kitchen, had changed her clothes and was ready to go out.

"What are you doing so early?" Cao Jinyan looked at the wall clock. It was not yet eight o'clock.

Mu Qingyao pouted with a sausage in her mouth: "Let's go to the library to reserve a seat. The final exam is coming soon and I need to review."

If you hadn’t told me, I would have almost forgotten that you are still a college student... Cao Jinyan swallowed the fried eggs calmly, with no intention of getting up.

If he was a lucky child, he would choose to send the heroine to school as soon as possible even if he didn't eat breakfast.

No… he will take a good seat and wait for the heroine to arrive.

Unfortunately, Cao Jinyan was not a man of luck, nor did he know what it meant to be gentle and considerate to women. He drank the millet porridge slowly and said, "Sit down and eat first. Don't worry about reserving a seat. I'll ask someone to reserve one for you."

"Who is it?" Mu Qingyao put down her schoolbag, bit a sausage and sat opposite Cao Jinyan.

"Chen Youwei!" Cao Jinyan said indifferently.

He only knows two people in Jiangnan University, and no one else knows him!

Mu Qingyao: (ー_ー)!!

I should have thought of it earlier. You are so shameless!

After drinking a mouthful of porridge, Cao Jinyan sent a message to Shen Youwei, asking her to take an extra seat in the library, en...separately.

Now is not the best time for the two to meet privately. At least I have to be there, otherwise I don’t know what the two women will talk about.

"By the way, the Mu Group has taken on a project in the neighboring province." Cao Jinyan mentioned this while wiping his mouth after finishing his porridge.

This is to expand outwards... Cao Jinyan is in charge of all the company's affairs, and Mu Qingyao has never intervened: "You make the decision, I'll wait for the money."

Although she said this, she felt a little disappointed in her heart.

Not long after Cao Jinyan took over the Mu Group, he began to expand outward. The Mu Group was not able to achieve this even under my grandfather's leadership.

The main business of the Mu Group is real estate. When a real estate company crosses provinces to occupy other people's territories, it will have to compete with local leaders and local tyrants for business.

The difficulty is extremely high.

What my grandfather had never done in his life was accomplished by Cao Jinyan... Mu Qingyao was in a trance. Perhaps, the Mu family would flourish in his hands.

(End of this chapter)