"Ah~!"
The sudden sound frightened Xiaocui into panic.
After confirming that there was no one else around, he took a serious look at the old man carrying a bamboo basket in front of him. He had a kind face and kind eyes, and he had an air of immortality.
After helping Yang Ming to lean against a small tree, Xiaocui was ready to step forward and give a half-squatting salute to the old man.
Confucianism has a great influence, and the tradition of respecting elders in the Tang Dynasty has been deeply rooted in the people. Yang Ming was still depressed. He was hunted down just after time travel. No one was happy, so he complained:
"Hey! Old man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense! Be careful, I will sue you for slander!"
"Return to Lang Lang Qiankun, Lang Lang, your sister, when I was being hunted for a long time, why didn't you come out and tell them about Lang Lang Qiankun!"
The old man looked at Yang Ming, who was half-dead nestling under the tree. At this time, he still had the strength to argue with his words. He couldn't help but admire his courage to look down on life and death:
"Oh! I'm a little older and have bad eyesight, so I seem to have misunderstood. But I see that your little brother's eyes are darkened and his physical condition is not very good! Why don't I help you take your pulse and check your body? "
Unexpectedly, Yang Ming would not listen to his kind words, so he immediately got angry and said threateningly:
"Stay somewhere cool. I'm being chased by a group of men in black right now. I don't have time for you to check me! If you are willing to help, please help me take this girl away to avoid a bloody disaster later!"
The old man felt even more confident: This guy doesn't look bad, he has a hard mouth and a soft heart! At this time, I am still worried about the safety of others.
Who knew that Yang Ming, who was lying on the ground at this moment, was actually thinking:
I have only traveled through time for half an hour. As long as the man in black strikes quickly, I feel like I can still save the body in the imperial capital!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
After Xiaocui heard Yang Ming's words, he launched a new round of mental attacks!
"Grandpa Taoist Master, please help treat our young master!"
"Our Yang family caravan was all poisoned by an unknown poison. The poisoned people lost all their internal strength, their bones were soft and weak, and dozens of lives died tragically in the Valley of the Gods."
"The strange poison of the Western Region, Shixiang Ruanjin Powder?!"
Hearing that the old Taoist knew the origin of the poison, Xiao Cui burst into laughter and strode forward. She pulled the old Taoist's sleeve and started to sneer and shake:
"Grandpa, our young master is a good man. He traveled thousands of miles to Khitan to collect food for the victims of the disaster in Hedong. Are you preparing to go back to help with the disaster relief? Please show mercy and save my young master!"
The old man's eyes when he looked at Yang Ming changed several times in a short while. As he slowly approached, he saw the exquisite facial features, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat!
impossible! This guy's appearance should be that of a short-lived ghost. Why did his momentum and fate suddenly change so drastically? !
If that boy Yuan Tiangang is here, he must be asked to help find out what is going on with this guy!
I originally thought that being in a fantasy world, being able to lie comfortably on the back of a small, exquisite and adorable girl would be a good choice.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly heard the term "Shixiang Ruanjin Powder" in Yitian Slaying Dragon from the old Taoist mouth, and Yang Ming suddenly became energetic.
"Hey! Old man, do you think this strange poison Shixiang Ruanjin San antidote from the Western Region is the black jade intermittent ointment? Is the cost of this poison very expensive? Can you teach me the recipe for making this poison!"
Now it's the old man's turn to be restless!
You bastard, isn’t detoxification the first thing you think of? He was being hunted down with half his life left, and he was still trying to figure out the recipe for the poison. Could this poison still have an impact on intelligence?
The old man looked in disbelief. He stretched out his right hand and touched Yang Ming's forehead with the back of his hand. After confirming that there was no fever, he took his pulse carefully.
"Little brother, I think you are dressed like this, you should come from a famous family! Isn't there a sect in the family that teaches you etiquette, justice and integrity?"
Yang Ming thought for a while, and then said seriously:
"Is this related to the formula of Shixiang Ruanjin Powder?"
"Whoever is willing to abide by those messy etiquette rules in the Yang family sect, I don't know who made them by those who do not follow the ancient times!"
Seeing Yang Ming, who looked harmless, say these shocking words, the old man who was checking his pulse became so angry that he cursed:
"Unworthy descendants!"
"It can't be saved! It can't be saved! It's useless to save this guy! Maybe something will happen and your reputation will be ruined!"
