Chapter 233 Mu Chenzhou is not qualified at all [3rd update]
After all, even before the 21st century, not every member of those glorious and prosperous ancient martial arts families could successfully cultivate internal energy.
Since all the ancient martial arts families retreated back to the ancient martial arts world, the family members who were unable to cultivate internal energy were also expelled from the ancient martial arts world.
Not only in the capital, but also in Shanghai and other major cities, there are martial arts schools.
Most of these martial arts schools were opened by people who were expelled from the ancient martial arts world.
A small number of them went to Shaolin Temple to become monks.
Ancient physicians must have practiced ancient martial arts.
Only when they have enough internal strength can they perform more ancient acupuncture techniques.
However, ancient healers only possessed the most basic ancient martial arts training and cannot be equated with true ancient martial arts practitioners.
On the contrary, because they had to refine rare medicinal materials and test them, their bodies might not be as strong as ordinary people's, and many of them died young.
Unless, of course, there really is someone who cultivates both ancient martial arts and ancient medicine.
Unfortunately, such people basically don't exist.
For so many years, the fields of ancient medicine and ancient martial arts have produced very few outstanding individuals.
To master both ancient martial arts and traditional medicine, even genius is insufficient to describe it.
Therefore, in order to protect their family members, ancient medical families have always formed marriage alliances with ancient martial arts families.
Neither the ancient medical community in China nor the alchemy community in Europe would be offended by any major international power.
Everyone gets sick sometimes, and only a miracle doctor can pull you back from the brink of death.
The Meng family is the only ancient medical family still active in the capital.
But only people like Mu Heqing, Old Master Nie, and Nie Yi knew that the Meng family practiced ancient medicine, not traditional Chinese medicine.
Although Mu Chenzhou was a member of the Mu family, he had no right to access the core of the capital and naturally had no idea about it.
Not to mention Mrs. Mu, a housewife.
Ying Zijing closed her laptop, then became somewhat interested: "How long is the Meng family's history?"
Although quite a while had passed, she could still barely remember the names of her apprentices.
She had an apprentice surnamed Fu.
But it's also possible that her apprentice later changed his surname.
She had calculated the fortune of her apprentice before, and found that his name was not good and would affect his destiny.
“Compared to the Mu family, it’s not short at all.” Fu Yunshen nodded. “Less than two hundred years.”
Ying Zijin nodded slightly.
That doesn't seem to be her apprentice.
She just stopped caring.
"The Meng family has always been taking care of Elder Mu's illness," Fu Yunshen said calmly, "but it has never been cured, and there are always aftereffects."
“After you treated Old Master Mu, the Meng family even considered recruiting you into their household.”
"I'm not going." Ying Zijing didn't look up. "To retire."
Fu Yunshen suddenly smiled. He stood up, walked over, and naturally ruffled her soft, long hair.
A cynical tone.
"Little kid, how old are you? Don't interrupt me."
His light amber pupils shimmered like stars, flickering and shimmering, emerald green and crimson red.
When he looks at her, his eyes always soften unconsciously.
He concealed the fierceness hidden deep within his eyes.
All that remains is a tenderness etched into my bones.
The faint scent of jade and sandalwood emanating from him wafted down, lingering behind her ears.
Ying Zijing paused for a moment while her fingers were on the keyboard.
“It’s better if you don’t go.” A hint of weariness appeared in his eyes. “My brother has a conflict with the Meng family. If you go, it will be quite difficult to handle.”
Ying Zijing was slightly surprised: "What conflict?"
Fu Yunshen nestled back into the sofa, his eyes narrowing slightly: "Just because of some things, I crippled one of their family's direct descendants and was hunted down for a while."
His tone was languid, carrying a unique kind of sexiness.
His tone was casual, as if he were simply saying he had drunk a cup of tea.
"..."
Ying Zijing held up her phone: "One hour left, shall we play online games?"
Fu Yunshen did not refuse.
The two logged into the game and formed a team.
While controlling her game character, she looked up and raised an eyebrow at Fu Yunshen.
The man's slender fingers slid across the screen casually, but each time he unleashed a game character's skill, it was with great precision.
He wore a white shirt, which accentuated his stunningly handsome face, giving him an almost otherworldly aura.
It's likely that the IBI director and his detectives are still unaware that their highest-ranking executive is also on their wanted list.
**
The ball was a gathering of all the celebrities in Shanghai, and the Fu family was naturally among them.
After Su Ruan and Fu Yihan finished dancing, they went to rest on the side.
She did see Fu Yunshen, but only for a fleeting glance.
She didn't know that Fu Yunshen was able to enter because of Old Master Fu.
But Fu Yihan was different; he had a personal invitation.
It's obvious who's better at a glance.
"Xiao Ruan, please sit here for a while," Fu Yihan said. "I have something to discuss with Dad."
"Go ahead," Su Ruan waved her hand. "I can manage on my own."
She also knew that there was an auction coming up.
There was a necklace on the auction list that she really liked, and she planned to bid on it.
After Su Ruan ate a pastry, she paused when she saw the waiter bringing over cocktails.
She called to the waiter and pointed to the tray: "Give me this."
It was a very exquisite glass cup, even more luxurious, with an antique style.
The cocktails inside are also specially made, unlike those in other glasses.
Su Ruan fell in love with it at first sight.
The waiter was taken aback and quickly said, "Mrs. Fu, this isn't—"
Seeing that he didn't move, Su Ruan simply reached out and took it herself.
She took a sip of her cocktail with elegance, leaving a red lipstick mark on the glass.
Then he looked up, clearly displeased: "What do you mean, 'not'?"
The waiter became anxious: "This is another guest's personal cup, not provided by the hotel."
"What do you mean by 'exclusive' or 'dedicated'?" Su Ruan laughed. "Don't I have the right to use a cup? If I like it, it's mine."
She was pampered growing up and was used to being arrogant, so she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
The waiter was even more anxious; he didn't know what to do.
He finally found his lifeline when he saw the girl who had gone to get the cupcakes coming over: "Miss Ying, your cup..."
"Oh, yours?" Su Ruan recognized Ying Zijing at a glance, her tone arrogant. "Sorry, I used your cup."
She wanted to show Fu Yunshen that not everyone could compare to her.
Ying Zijing lowered her eyelashes, glanced at it, and said indifferently without any emotion, "It's dirty, throw it away."
She has obsessive-compulsive disorder about cleanliness, so she always carries her own cutlery with her.
Su Ruan's smile froze.
Her face gradually turned green until it became ashen, and she trembled with rage: "You've humiliated me?"
Ying Zijing yawned and tilted her head: "I guess so."
"And you?" Su Ruan couldn't calm down at all. She turned her head sharply, her eyes red. "Just look at how she treated me?"
Fu Yunshen lazily lifted his eyelids, raised his chin, and gestured to the waiter beside him: "Give her a bill."
The waiter took out his personal bill book, wrote it down, and handed it to Su Ruan.
The black characters are clearly written.
Exquisite jade porcelain cup.
Price: 500,000.
Su Ruan's expression froze, and a blush rose to her face; she was agitated.
It felt like I'd been slapped in the face out of nowhere, and it stung terribly.
Admittedly, 500,000 is nothing to her, but this is a slap in the face.
A blatant and obvious humiliation.
"Transfer the money within ten minutes." Fu Yunshen didn't look at her again. "Don't make me rush you."
Su Ruan burst into tears of anger, her fingers trembling: "Fu Yunshen, you just wait!"
She ran away crying.
"Luckily I haven't used it before." Ying Zijing wiped her hands. "It's disgusting."
"It's alright, I made 500,000 for free." Fu Yunshen chuckled. "That's enough to buy several thousand more."
That was certainly not some exquisite jade porcelain cup; it was a wholesale item that Ying Zijin bought on STAR.
One costs fifteen yuan.
She doesn't skimp on food, but she's not so particular about the things she uses.
Every penny saved is a penny earned.
Ying Zijing pressed her head: "Let's go over there."
**
As the auction approached, the waiters had already removed the tables and replaced them with chairs.
Ying Zijin sat in the far corner, closing her eyes to rest.
The blue-and-white underglaze red porcelain warehousing that Mu Heqing wanted her to buy was the second to last item in the auction, and it was still quite early.
She also looked at the auction list, but there was nothing she needed.
The ten items were quickly sold, with the highest-priced item being a necklace that fetched 19 million.
"Next up for auction is a tulip," the auctioneer announced on stage. "A very rare hybrid variety, starting at ten thousand."
Ying Zijing opened her eyes, her gaze suddenly becoming fixed.
She recognized it at a glance; it wasn't a tulip, but a snow lingzhi mushroom.
However, because the shape of the snow lingzhi is very similar to that of a tulip, most people cannot tell them apart.
Snow Ganoderma is a very rare medicinal herb that can detoxify all kinds of poisons.
She had used it before.
Ying Zijing never expected that, with Earth's resources so scarce, snow lingzhi could still grow.
She thought for a moment, then held up the sign: "One million."
This number drew everyone's attention, and they couldn't help but be somewhat astonished.
Mu Chenzhou subconsciously glanced at the expression on the man's face next to him.
He knew that the Meng family had come specifically for this item.
It's impossible for them to spend a million to buy it.
Originally, the Meng family only planned to contribute a maximum of 50,000.
Mu Chenzhou stood up and called a halt to the auction: "I demand that this item be re-auctioned, but Miss Ying cannot participate, or—"
He paused for a moment, then said, "You can give up this tulip bulb, and then there won't be so much trouble."
I'm going bald from head to toe, seriously, I'm completely bald!
But today is still another day of updating with 9,000 words OwO
It seems like Singles' Day, Young Master Fu's birthday, is coming up soon.
Ying Zijin: It's also a good day for shopping.
(End of this chapter)
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