Chapter 2211 The Left Leads Huang and the Right Qing Cang

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Along the way, Ye Hong could feel that there were many figures following him in the dark.

But Ye Hong didn't care about these little guys.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the yard and moved his nose slightly.

A strange and pungent smell floated into the nostrils.

Ye Hong raised his eyebrows slightly, but raised his feet and approached the yard.

The moment he was about to step into the courtyard gate, he suddenly felt countless eyes in the dark.

Most of these eyes were full of murderous intent and warning.

Ye Hong's mouth twitched slightly, and he stepped into the yard without hesitation.

"who?!"

In the center of the yard, an old white-haired servant who was sweeping the floor glared at Ye Hong.

Ye Hong ignored him and just silently looked at the hut in the middle of the yard.

Although the room is small, there is a complicated atmosphere coming from it, and it seems that there are many people hidden in it.

Ye Hong raised his feet and walked to the front of the hut, his eyes resting on the two stone cauldrons in front of the house.

It seems that the Ximen family has an incomprehensible preference for things like cauldrons, and they don't forget to put two small stone cauldrons in such places.

But Ye Hong's attention was on the two lines of plain text on Ding.

I saw the stone cauldron on the left engraved with [The old man chatting with the juvenile mad, the left is the yellow, the right is Qingcang. 】

The stone tripod on the right is engraved with [Brilliant hat and marten fur, Qianqijuan Hiraoka. 】

"Left pull Huang, right Qing Cang..."

Ye Hong murmured, looking at the cabin in front of him with interest: "So this is the residence of [that person]?"

Saying that, he pushed open the door without hesitation.

"Hey, what's the matter with you kid?!"

The old servant just threw away the broom and hurried over while cursing.

After opening the door, the first thing that hit the nostrils was the strong smell of medicine.

So intense that it almost melts into substance.

It was as if he had entered a pot of medicine.

At a glance, a dazzling array of rare medicinal herbs filled the entire house as if they didn't want money.

Good guy, how many good herbs are there!

Ye Hong a little reluctantly looked away from the mountain of medicine and looked at several figures standing in the room.

All these people are women.

There are old and young, and they all look pretty good.

They were all dressed in plain clothes, and their faces were haggard.

When a stranger broke in, the women were all startled and screamed.

"Shh-"

Ye Hong put his index finger between his lips and made a silent gesture.

"I'm Doctor Gu invited by the Ximen family."

Hearing Ye Hong's words, the women's faces became much calmer.

But there was doubt in his eyes.

An older old woman stood up and asked, "Are you Doctor Gu?

so young?

Also, what about your medical tools? "

At this time, the old servant also ran into the house panting, pointing at Ye Hong and said, "Ladies, the origin of this kid is unknown, don't let him get close to the master!"

As soon as these words came out, all the women's expressions changed.

He surrounded the bed behind him more tightly, and stared at Ye Hong with a wary face.

Ye Hong shrugged and sighed, "I am a special-grade ancient physician of the Ancient Physician Association.

Could it be that you don't want your master to be cured? "

"This......"

The women's faces were hesitant and shaken again.

It was the old woman who asked aloud, "You said that you are a special-grade ancient doctor, but what proof do you have?"

Ye Hong didn't speak, but took out an exquisite small box from the inner pocket of the windbreaker.

The box was opened, and there were twelve golden needles lying quietly inside.