Chapter 167: Can't Stop Taking the Medicine

Ci Nian Temple, the largest clinic in the outer city of Zhaoyang, is bustling with people every day.

One day, someone walked into the clinic and was led to a room. The doctor in the room was about fifty years old, and was at the age of knowing the destiny. He smiled kindly and asked the visitor, "Are you here to see a doctor or get medicine?"

"For medical treatment, this is the consultation fee." After the man sat down, he took out a blood-colored jade coin from his arms and put it on the table.

The doctor took a look and was not surprised. He nodded and said, "I know what disease you have. Wait a minute, I will write a prescription."

The doctor left for a while, and when he came back, he handed a booklet to the visitor, "This is the prescription, you can take the medicine yourself."

The man unfolded the booklet and took a look. There were many names written on it, each with a picture, and many words were annotated, and finally marked with different numbers of petals.

Huang Feng's name was prominently listed, and it was at the top, with the largest number of petals marked.

Huang Feng, suspected to be from Fengping, his sect is unknown, his skills are unknown, his strength is between Huanxu Realm and Hedao Realm, he is meticulous, no obvious flaws are found, but he likes to meddle in other people's business, so he can be used.

Everything else is fine, but if Huang Feng sees the last sentence, he will definitely not agree.

Who likes to meddle in other people's business, who!

This is the latest assassination list. The more petals are marked, the more generous the reward can be after the successful assassination.

After reading the list, the man put the booklet in his arms, stood up and prepared to leave. When he reached the door, he paused and turned back to ask: "Have many people come to consult recently?"

The doctor nodded: "A lot, if you are too slow, you may not be able to get the medicine."

The visitor smiled slightly: "That won't work, the medicine can't be stopped."

...

Huang Feng was on his way back to the capital. He had been in seclusion for a while before, and came to Shulu again. The cooking competition in the capital is about to begin.

In front of delicious food, all the secret histories of dynasties, secrets of the wilderness, and secrets of the fairy world all have to stand aside.

Walking on the official road, he really met a chef who was rushing to Zhaoyang to participate in the competition.

The chef was in his forties and brought an eight-year-old apprentice. Huang Feng didn't know their identities at first, but he was bored on the road and wanted to chat with them when he saw them.

The two people were just about to ask for directions: "This young man, I am Bi Shuqing, born in Qingzhou. I want to go to Zhaoyang to participate in the cooking competition. I would like to ask, how far is it from the capital?"

"Very close, over the mountain in front, even if you walk slowly, you will arrive in three or five days." Huang Feng said, a little curious, "Since you are going to participate in the cooking competition, you are at least a famous chef in Qingzhou, how come you can't even afford a carriage?"

Bi Shuqing was a little embarrassed when he heard the question, and the boy next to him said: "Master is stingy, relying on himself as a martial artist, he thinks there is no need to hire a monk We were traveling together, and only hired one horse for two people to ride. As a result, we encountered a monster on the road a few days ago, and the horse ran away and we escaped. "

"You will die if you don't say a few words." Bi Shuqing scolded, "Isn't saving money to find you a beautiful master's wife!"

The boy snorted: "Master, you are so stingy, how can a beautiful master's wife like you!"

"You are rebellious!" Bi Shuqing stretched out his hand, "Give me the rolling pin."

The rolling pin was in the bag carried by the boy, and he took two steps back: "Give you a rolling pin? Master, do you think I am stupid!"

Huang Feng watched with relish from the side.

The two quarreled for a while before they remembered that there were outsiders. Bi Shuqing said quickly, "Sorry to make you laugh."

The young man still did not forget to spoil the show: "Master, it's useless for you to be so polite. People already know what kind of person you are!"

"Little bastard, if you don't get punished for a day, you will tear down the roof and tear off the tiles. If you have the guts, don't run!"

"If you have the guts, don't chase me!"

The boy's name is Tong Xing. He is not really Bi Shuqing's biological son. He is the child of his childhood friend in the same village. Because his childhood friend suffered a disaster, he raised this child as his own son.

Bi Shuqing sighed: "Oh, I raised an ungrateful person."

Tong Xing rolled his eyes: "Just now he was a bastard, but in the blink of an eye he has become an ungrateful person? In a while, will I become a big white-browed tiger with hanging eyes?"

Huang Feng thought the two were interesting. Anyway, they were not far from Zhaoyang, so he decided to walk with them for a while.

"To be honest, I am actually going to participate in the cooking competition." Huang Feng announced proudly.

Tong Xing heard this and pulled Bi Shuqing to the side, looking at him warily: "Are you here to gather information?"

Huang Feng smiled at Bi Shuqing and said: "Although he is a bit venomous, he is still on your side."

Bi Shuqing nodded: "Yes, otherwise I would have stewed him long ago."

Tong Xing: "Master, what did you say?"

Bi Shuqing ignored him: "Sir, if you really want to participate in the cooking competition, please forgive me for being frank, you don't look like a cook."

"I am indeed not a cook, but I have a unique skill." Huang Feng whispered, "And I'll tell you secretly, the purpose of my participating in the cooking competition is not to be awarded the imperial plaque."

Tong Xing curled his lips: "If it's not for winning, then it's for eating, you said it so mysteriously."

Huang Feng was surprised: "You found out all this."

Tong Xing grinned and said, "Because I followed my master to participate, I also thought so."

I didn't expect that he was actually a fellow practitioner.

The three of them talked happily, and no one seemed to notice that after nightfall, the shadow behind Tong Xing changed slightly.

Huang Feng was not tired at all, but the two people beside him were not cultivators, and they were already growling with hunger.

"Master, show me your skills tonight and show them to Mr. Huang."

Bi Shuqing smiled and said, "Weren't you afraid that he would find out the news just now?"

"It's just a simple show. I didn't ask you to use your special skills. Besides, we don't have much food left."

"Okay, go pick up some firewood nearby, we'll make a fire on the roadside and cook something casually. After eating, leave quickly and try to get to the post station. It's best not to spend the night in the wild."

"Master, aren't you a martial artist? Why are you afraid?"

"Don't mock me. Go quickly. Don't go far. Just pick up some right under my nose."

When Tong Xing left, Bi Shuqing took the package, took out the ingredients and prepared to cook them casually.

Huang Feng didn't look at him, but looked at Tong Xing in the distance. They were only ten feet away, but the night was about to cover him.

"I'll go see him." Huang Feng stood up.

At this moment, Tong Xing was picking up dry firewood. He didn't notice that the shadow under his feet actually moved, along his legs, and slowly climbed onto his back.

When the shadow came up, Tong Xing felt a strong sense of heaviness, as if someone had climbed onto his back.

He turned around quickly, but there was no one behind him. At this time, the shadow's hands slowly wrapped around his neck and strangled him.

Tong Xing suddenly couldn't breathe, and he panicked, but he couldn't call for help.

The shadow on his back opened its mouth and showed a sinister smile.