Chapter 238 Making Trouble
Children from poor families are not qualified to learn skills, because no one would be willing to teach them such skills for a living, for fear that teaching an apprentice would starve the master to death.
Yu Mo had been exposed to alchemy before, but she only touched the most peripheral things and it was impossible for her to get involved in the core.
The people from Xianlai Sect asked her if she wanted to learn alchemy, probably because they thought she had some basics, but how could Yu Mo dare to lie to them? She really didn't know how to do it.
Lu Lai smiled instead, "You don't have to worry about that. You just need to tell me whether you want to learn or not."
"I think so." Yu Mo nodded immediately.
She wanted to be an alchemist so much that she even dreamed of it.
In the past, she went to the mountains to look for medicinal herbs every day, and then went down the mountain to sell them in the shop. She couldn't sell many crystals, and she might get bumped and injured.
The external injuries were minor. Sometimes she would accidentally touch some poisonous weeds and almost lose her life.
Every time she came back exhausted, she could see the alchemist sitting in the shop. He always held a cup of tea and drank it slowly. He hardly looked at people when he spoke, and he exuded aloofness from head to toe.
Sometimes when the weather was extreme, I would be so cold that my face turned blue, but he would still be drinking hot tea in the shop with a rosy face.
Not only that, it was more of respect. Others always bossed a little girl like me around, but when facing the yellow-level alchemist, they were very respectful and didn't dare to speak loudly to him.
At that time, Yu Mo often wondered, if she was also an alchemist, would her mother no longer value her younger sister and ignore her?
And now, she seems to have a chance to change all that.
"Then go and try it, good luck to you." Lu Lai said, handing Yu Mo a piece of cloth, indicating that she could take it and enter the mountain gate.
A piece of cloth as a keepsake?
Yu Mo was a little surprised, but then she was filled with admiration -
Being so casual and free, and not bound by formalities, one can see the broad-mindedness of the Xianlai Sect!
In fact, the Xianlai Sect was just trying to save money...
Making other keepsakes costs money and takes time, so it’s better to just use a cloth strip. As long as the meaning is conveyed, that’s enough.
Today was another busy day. Everyone was busy and orderly handling the sect's affairs, and the disciple team of Xianlai Sect was expanded again.
Soon it was the third day. Everything was normal in the morning, but in the afternoon, someone suddenly started causing trouble.
A middle-aged man and his family ran over angrily, and then they went to the line of disciples and started crying and shouting -
"My poor son! He died just like that out of the blue. The Xianlai Sect is so heartless!"
"You'll have to pay with my son's life!"
"We brought our son here to become his disciple out of trust, but we didn't expect that not only did he fail to become his disciple, but he also lost his life!"
Some of them were crying and shouting, some were sitting on the ground, and the loud noise attracted everyone's attention.
"What happened?"
"How could he lose his life for no reason? Was there some misunderstanding?"
"What's going on?"
Liu Feng heard the noise and rushed over, asking coldly, "What are you doing and why are you making so much noise?"
"It's all your fault! My son died after returning home because he drank your medicine!" roared the middle-aged man, his eyes red from crying.
His family members also cried and echoed him.
After listening for a while, Liu Feng knew what happened.
It turned out that yesterday morning, this middle-aged man sent his sick son here and wanted to join the Xianlai Sect.
But his son was not selected and was eliminated in the temple. Before leaving, he drank the bowl of free medicine like other eliminated monks.
They said that his son was fine and felt good after drinking the medicine, but he felt extremely uncomfortable and miserable on the way back.
As soon as he got home, he died!
So they got angry and brought their whole family here to seek justice, not letting their family members die in vain.
While these people were talking, a lot of people gathered around to watch the fun. There were monks in the city who had nothing to do, and some people who were queuing.
After hearing the whole story, many people changed their expressions, especially the disciples who were queuing up, who were somewhat confused and uncertain.
The Xianlai Sect's medicine actually killed someone? ? !
"What's your son's name?" Liu Feng asked.
"His name is Zheng Kaiyang!" the middle-aged male cultivator shouted, "Give me back my son's life!"
Liu Feng just glanced at him, took out his voice transmitter, and briefly told Chen Lan about the matter.
The patient's condition was completely handled by Chen Lan and Mo Jiuwei. Liu Feng was not aware of it, so it was necessary to ask them.
However, Liu Feng was very clear that Zheng Kaiyang definitely did not die from drinking the medicine soup!
The medicine soup is a tonic. Even if it cannot cure the disease, it can at least alleviate the symptoms. Even if it is completely unsuitable for the disease, it will at most be ineffective. How can it possibly be fatal!
So either this person is lying and doing this just to ruin the reputation of Xianlai Sect and prevent them from recruiting disciples normally.
Or maybe the male cultivator named Zheng Kaiyang was already seriously ill and was about to die!
"What disease does your son have? What was his condition when he came?" Liu Feng stalled for time.
"He suffered from yang deficiency and shortness of breath. He wasn't fatal. It was you, the Xianlai Sect, who killed him!" The other party bit his tongue.
"That's strange. In the past three days, there have been at least 5,000 sick monks coming here, but none of them got hurt because of our medicine." Liu Feng said, "Could it be that your son's condition has worsened, or that he ate something wrong after returning home?"
"This is impossible! Are you still going to deny it? You are the ones who killed him!"
The sound transmission note made a sound, and the one who answered was Mo Jiuwei's childish voice -
"Zheng Kaiyang, he's just impotent, he won't die."
Liu Feng almost choked on his saliva, and his originally calm face became a little embarrassed.
Such a childish voice, the first thing he said was impotence, really made him...
But with the response, he now had a clear idea of what was going on.
"My nephew replied, saying that Zheng Kaiyang only had impotence, and that taking the medicine would replenish his blood and energy, giving him some strength. Although he still had impotence, he wouldn't die."
"What do you mean? Do you think we are lying? Look, this is my son's body. Look at his appearance. This is clearly a symptom of poisoning!"
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged male cultivator was well prepared. After hearing Liu Feng's words, he directly took out Zheng Kaiyang's body!
When the body was laid out, there was an uproar on the scene. Many people took a step back and then looked at the young man.
The male cultivator was indeed showing symptoms of poisoning, his face was blue and black, and he was already stiff.
"He's really dead?"
"Is the Xianlai Sect's medicinal soup really poisonous?"
"If not, why would they come to our door?"
"Yes, didn't the Xianlai Sect also admit that this person was here yesterday?"
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