Three years later, in the valley, Chang Li was sitting under a tree, leisurely tasting the fresh fruits brought by the owner of the Medical Valley.
On the other side, Ye Xingyan was struggling to take this small medicine pestle and kept pestering it.
Apply medicine.
Because this medicine is very rare and the medicinal materials are very strong, it takes a lot of strength to grind it into powder, so Chang Li, who has always been lazy in character, is too lazy to do it himself.
There were always few people in the Medicine Valley, so there were not many people who could be at his disposal.
At this time, it was just the time for Ye Xingyan to come to the Medicine Valley, so he simply summoned Ye Xingyan.
Before Ye Xingyan could put down his bags, he heard Chang Li's confident request.
He was not surprised, but with a hint of helplessness on his face, he accepted his fate and helped Chang Li handle the medicinal materials.
The owner of the Medicine Valley never gave up.
He would go to the Medicine Valley several times every year to teach Chang Li some medical knowledge.
All worlds have something in common.
Although Changli already knows many things, and his understanding of them even exceeds that of the Medicine Valley Master, there are still some new things that interest him, so he pays some attention.
Putting it above medicine, this also made Ye Wusheng's eyes look colder when he looked at the Master of the Medical Valley.
Ye Xingyan looked at the little ancestor sitting leisurely and having fun under the tree, and said helplessly: "This can work."
Changli didn't even turn his head, and said with a somewhat willful tone: "No."
Ye Xingyan was not angry, he asked slightly curiously: "Why?"
"The sound of the pestle medicine is still a little astringent, which shows that the medicine has not been ground into powder.
If it really meets my requirements, then the sound should be unobstructed.
With your skill, if you want to reach this level, It will take at least three hundred blows.
Don’t try to deal with me.”
The voice was clear and clear, with a hint of childishness, but one could clearly hear the full determination and confidence in the voice.
Ye Wusheng said helplessly: "Who dares to deal with you?"
After all, you are the living ancestor of this valley.
He swallowed the second half of the sentence in his throat and did not say it out.
Three years have passed.
Naturally, there are not only Ye Wushengyu and Changli in this medicine valley, but also some followers who come and go from time to time, and most of these people are disciples of the Xuantian Sect.
While they were building some weird things according to Chang Li's request, they were cursing in their hearts that this little ancestor was really too difficult to take care of, and Ye Xingyan's brainwaves were on the same frequency as theirs.
Whenever they were about to leave Yiyi, they couldn't help but feel excited in their hearts, not only because of the weird ideas in the elimination, but also because they were so shocked in the Medicine Valley.
In just three years, Chang Li has cultivated the basic mental skills of the Xuantian Sect to the highest level, and has begun to practice the basic skills of the Xuantian Sect.
If Ye Wusheng hadn't suppressed him, he would have advanced to a half-step master.
This makes these disciples who have been separated for decades feel so embarrassed.
Ye Wusheng looked at the owner of the Medical Valley next to him, who was coaxing Changli to study medicine like a grandson, and felt a rare sense of relief.
Fortunately, he was not the only one who was being squeezed.
Chang Li, who was sitting under the shade of a tree, was not agitated by the hot weather.
Although he had not yet advanced to the level of a master, he could still shield himself from the heat.
He looked at Ye Xingyan, who was bringing the ground medicinal ingredients over, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I see that your eyebrows are cloudy and the yang energy around your body is turbulent.
Could it be that you are feeling spring-like?"
Ye Xingyan was frightened by the remark about spring, and he couldn't care less about the comment about his muddy features.
His eyes were full of fright and he said: "Little Ancestor, where did you hear these Sichun words?"
If the Great Ancestor knew, he wouldn't be skinned.
How could a three-year-old kid know these things?
But Changli was surprisingly calm.
He said nonchalantly: "I just know, but you haven't told me why your Chunyang boy body is almost broken."
Not only did he learn martial arts, but he also learned physiognomy.
The combination of the two allowed him to guess at a glance what Ye Xingyan might have experienced before.
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There was a hint of embarrassment in Ye Xingyan's brows, and he subconsciously covered it up: "Nothing happened.
It's just that midsummer has arrived, and my mood is a little hot, and the yang energy has gone retrograde."
But before Chang Li could reveal it, the Master of the Medical Valley had already revealed it: "The retrograde Yang Qi will not make you weak and weak now.
You have pounded every medicinal ingredient five hundred times.
Tell me, are you?"
We will never laugh at you if you are taken advantage of by a demonic witch."
He said this, but his tone was a little weird, and his eyes were full of gloating.
The Master of the Medical Valley, who looked like he might ascend to heaven at any time, has persisted in living until now, and will become more and more relaxed as he continues to live, and his expression will become more and more relaxed. vivid.
Ye Xingyan was about to continue perfunctory when he heard Chang Li say: "You are not allowed to lie to me.
If you dare to lie to me, I will let you stay here for another three years and keep you company with mosquitoes."
If he stays here for another three years, he will be hit by his little ancestor every moment.
Ye Xingyan is really afraid of the threat of Changli and has to tell what happened to him before: "A beautiful woman was drugged.
The rescuer was tricked and escaped and was poisoned."
A rather complicated thing was said in his mouth, but it was very simple.
Chang Li waved, gesturing for him to stretch his hand over and then check his pulse.
A rather immature hand was placed on his wrist pulse, and he was diagnosing the pulse very seriously.
If this scene was seen by outsiders, it would be very funny, but Ye Xingyan did not find it strange at all.
Ten breaths later, Chang Li withdrew his hand and said nonchalantly: "There are still some residual poisons that have not been cleared away.
I will give you a prescription.
You can grab the medicine and drink it yourself."
But as soon as he heard this, Ye Xingyan immediately jumped up, waved his hands and refused: "No, I will directly use my internal power to detoxify, this will save trouble."
It's not that he doesn't believe in Changli's medical skills, but that this young ancestor likes to fry extremely bitter medicinal materials.
His theory is that only with extremely bitter taste can people remember the feeling of illness, so as to save unnecessary trouble.
The problem troubles the doctor.
Chang Li glanced at him and lowered his head.
His long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.
Ye Xingyan felt something bad.
As expected, he immediately heard Chang Li's undeniable words: "I don't care, I want you to drink."
Ye Xingyan: ""Ah, ah, it's like this again, this little ancestor is really difficult to take care of.
Thinking about the bitter medicine he was going to drink next, Ye Xingyan's eyebrows drooped.
He heard Chang Li ask nonchalantly: "What about the woman who gave you the medicine?"
Ye Xingyan wrote lightly: "Dead."
At this time, he was immersed in the melancholy of drinking the bitter medicine, and he completely ignored the woman who drugged her.
Well, maybe she was a little concerned, after all, she almost broke his technique and made all his twenty years of hard work go down the drain, but after all, he was an upright disciple from a famous family, so he simply sent her on her way.
What he practices is also the fundamental method of Xuantian Sect, which emphasizes the unity of inside and outside, without impurity and desire, and without losing vitality until he reaches the state of a master.
The plan that had been delayed for three years had indeed come true, Chang Li said in his heart.
But the result has not changed much.
Some things are destined to have different results from the moment they deviate from the track, and some people will not stand still forever.
Ever since that devil girl missed Ye Xingyan three years ago, things were destined to go in another direction.
After three years of blows, Ye Xingyan, who has made great progress in resilience and patience, rarely stayed awake when faced with female sex, and did not fall into a trap with a demon sect witch who had already changed actors.
A love affair in which they love and kill each other stirred up the balance between good and evil, and caused the Xuantian Sect to suffer heavy losses.
Looking at Ye Xingyan, who looked like a gentleman standing under the tree, Changli became a little dissatisfied again.
Looking at his short body, he silently decided to add Coptis chinensis to Ye Xingyan's medicine.
The days passed so slowly.
When he thought a long time had passed, only three years had passed.
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Three years only changed him from a small doll to a somewhat small one.
While walking and playing, I was restrained from time to time.
There were also many restrictions on my studies, and I was even suddenly hugged by others.
Why did this life come so early?
Changli was very dissatisfied.
He liked to torment people when he was dissatisfied.
He said: "Your senior brother Ye has lingering poison in his body, and his foundation is a little unstable.
You will copy the Ming Heart Sutra for him ten times, burn it for him after copying it, and burn it to the Taoist ancestor, and let the Taoist ancestor bless your senior brother Ye's peaceful mind."
Qi, your power will be improved to the next level.”
He said to the Xuantian disciples who were silently making soy sauce aside, and then added when their expressions were honest: "This matter cannot be ignored.
After you finish copying it, you must show it to me.
Besides, this matter is related to Your senior brother’s foundation cannot be careless.”
The surrounding Xuantian disciples responded stiffly: "Yes."
They looked at Ye Xingyan, who was also in a petrified state: Ah ah, senior brother, what are you doing to show your good intentions?
Just forget about being poisoned, and you will also bring trouble to junior fellow apprentices like them.
The full text of the Mingxin Sutra is more than 2,000 words.
If you copy it ten times, it will be more than 20,000 words.
If they couldn't beat Ye Xingyan, they would all want to go up and blow Ye Xingyan's head off.
And Ye Xingyan looked at the angry eyes of his junior brothers, his mouth twitched, and he copied the scriptures and burned them to Daozu.
What kind of operation was this?
Although the martial arts practiced by the Xuantian sect are closely related to the Taoist scriptures, they are not Taoist priests.
Why should they copy the scriptures and give them to the Taoist ancestors?
Do the old people of Taozu recognize them as their descendants who are temporarily hugging the thighs?
But just when he was about to refute Chang Li's words, Ye Wusheng suddenly appeared.
He already knew everything about what happened.
He said to Ye Xingyan: "When walking in the world, you need to be careful.
Don't take it easy, or you will be too troublesome."
Long distance."
Looking at Chang Li's childish face, a smile appeared in Ye Wusheng's eyes.
He touched his head and said, "Go ahead, it won't be the same again."
Ye Xingyan, who settled the matter in one sentence, cried without tears.
The disciples of Xuantian Sect who suffered Wuwu disaster could only accept this result.
Ye Xingyan was also full of complaints: the ancestor doted on his son too much, and he could say such confusing things.
They didn't want the little ancestor to get involved, but he insisted on using this matter to tease him, what could he do?
Who asked him to stay in other people's territory now?
Ye Xingyan, who had a gloomy look on his face, scolded the demon sect woman who had plotted against him a hundred times in his heart, and then went to make some medicine.
Sure enough, he saw Coptis chinensis on the prescription.
Ye Wusheng looked at Changli who was having fun and said helplessly: "You, don't go too far."
How could he not know that Changli was playing a trick on others.
Chang Li held his hand with both hands and said seriously: "No.
Summer is here, so it's a good idea to copy the Ming Heart Sutra to prevent them from being unable to suppress their anger and go out to cause any trouble."
The Demon Cult has been very active recently.
Ye Wusheng wanted to take out his hand and touch Changli's head, but he couldn't.
Fortunately, he stopped moving in the end.
His eyebrows were calm, with a calm and unmoving demeanor: " You don’t need to worry about these things.”
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The Xuantian Sect has been fighting against the Demon Cult for hundreds of years.
If they can't even cope with this situation, then they should stop messing around and go home to farm.
Changli shook his head and ignored.
He didn't care about the devil's religion or not.
It was too quiet in this valley, so he just wanted to play tricks on people for fun.
At this moment, a subtle cry for help came: "Help" was a female voice.
There are some crude formations arranged outside the valley.
If you don't know the true path, you will definitely not be able to get in.
If you fall into the formation by mistake and no one comes to guide you, you may be trapped for ten days and a half.
Changli looked towards the mouth of the valley with curiosity.
Seeing his appearance, Ye Wusheng had a rare thought of teasing: "Don't go."
Chang Li looked up at him, looking into those clear eyes.
Ye Wusheng felt a little funny at the same time, but endured it: "This formation is not so easy to break into.
It can send sounds in, but it seems so...
There must be something strange about a weak person, what if she comes in and hurts you?"
This sentence is not true at all.
Not to mention that Ye Wusheng is protecting him in front of him.
There is almost no one in the world who can hurt him.
Let's just say that Changli himself is not that easy to be hurt.
He said dissatisfied: "You lied to me."
Ye Wusheng knelt down and looked into his eyes: "Okay, daddy is lying to you, but why do you have to meet someone outside the valley?
She is so interesting."
The dissatisfaction in Chang Li's eyes slowly disappeared, and he said: "I want to meet other people."
In the past three years, in addition to meeting these disciples of the Xuantian Sect, who were Ye Wusheng's old friends, he had also met their proud heirs.
These people are like rabbits.
When you see one, you feel like you know the whole litter.
Their temperaments and personalities are all similar.
At the beginning, the long separation was interesting, but later on it became less interesting.
A person who was carved out of a mold, you don't want to see him anymore after seeing him too much.
When Ye Wusheng heard Changli's words, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes.
He said to Changli seriously: "How about daddy takes you to play outside in a while?"
Changli nodded seriously: "Okay
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