Xia Qianqian was stunned.

There is a little girl outside the door who wants to be her teacher.

There is an old man in the door who also wants to become her teacher.

The key is that she really has no interest in taking on a disciple.

Xia Qianqian took off the bloody gloves and said with a smile: "If your master knew about it and you wanted to become a disciple again, I'm afraid he would be very sad."

"No!" Mr. Liu replied simply, "My master has passed away many years ago."

Xia Qianqian: "..."

She shook her head, "If I were your master, others would think I was the one who passed away."

"Absolutely not. You will be my new master."

"I'm too young, Mr. Liu, this is inappropriate. Others will laugh at you."

"I'm not afraid!"

Mr. Liu was stunned and explained seriously: "There is no age distinction in academics. Although you are young, you are better than me in medical knowledge. I voluntarily seek advice in order to improve myself. How can I be afraid of being laughed at by others?"
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This old man, on this point, is actually more enlightened than the average modern person!

Xia Qianqian burst into laughter, feeling even more admiration for him in her heart.

"Mr. Liu, don't say anything about accepting you as my disciple. In fact, I am still young and I still have a lot to learn..."

"That's, that..." Mr. Liu's eyebrows rolled, and he suddenly said happily: "Why don't I accept you as my disciple?"

"Ah..." What kind of magic operation is this.

Xia Qianqian was a little confused.

"It's best if you become my apprentice."

Mr. Liu started his endless reverie, "We can learn from each other's medical skills. I will be your master when I am old, and you will not be afraid of what others will say."

"This..." Xia Qianqian hesitated.

After all, Mr. Liu is from Cuttlefish.

Cuttlefish's identity is sensitive, I'm afraid Mr. Liu's identity is not simple either.

When she came to ancient times, she didn't want to get involved in court affairs. She just wanted to be a happy worker, do her own thing well, and have a stable life.

"Let me think about it!" Xia Qianqian replied tactfully.

Mr. Liu was not discouraged and emphasized with a straight face: "Anyway, either you accept me as your disciple, or I accept you as my disciple, you choose one. Otherwise, I will never agree."

Xia Qianqian smiled dumbly.

This old man really looks like an old naughty boy.

……

On the Fu'an River, Ji Zimo was wearing armor, standing on the bow of an official ship, looking at the bow in the distance.

On the deck under the opponent's red flag, stood a young man in gray armor, looking at each other with swords and swords flashing.

Ji Zimo said in a deep voice: "Feng Wei, as long as you abandon your weapons and surrender, I will definitely pardon your crimes to the emperor and let Fanshan and the others go."

"Let it go, how to let it go?"

Feng Wei sneered and said mockingly: "Ji Zimo, if you were willing to let it go, you wouldn't have killed them all eighteen years ago."

"Feng Wei, that's because your father went his own way and rebelled."

"The winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit. If we had won back then, the person sitting on the throne of the capital would be King Jing."

"Prince Jing has no intention of taking the throne at all. It was your father who, relying on his father-in-law as Prince Jing, blocked the sky with one hand and tried to coerce the emperor to control the princes and dominate the world of Daqian Kingdom. This caused Prince Jing and his wife to die in vain, and you ended up in this situation. ”

"..."

The two of them talked to each other and argued.

Feng Wei couldn't argue, so he smiled sinisterly and said: "Ji Zimo, you escaped death three years ago. Do you think you will be so lucky this time?"

While he was talking, rows of archers appeared behind him.

The bows and arrows held by those people were not ordinary bows and arrows, but extra-large crossbows.

The entire bow is placed on a large chassis with four wheels that can be pushed back and forth.

The two of them held the base of the bow and arrow, and the two of them held the arrows in their hands, drawing the bow to full capacity. The shiny arrowheads were filled with dark venom.

Ji Zimo watched quietly without taking a step back.

And behind him, a row of golden armored guards emerged, holding swords, and surrounded him, surrounding him.

"Humph!" Feng Wei sneered and waved to the person behind him.

Someone pushed a wheelchair out.

In a wheelchair, a young man had his head drooped and his limbs were slumped into a ball. His disheveled hair covered his face, and his original face could not be seen clearly.

Feng Wei grabbed the boy's hair and yanked it back, revealing his face.

In the misty weather, the boy's face was livid, with scars all over his face, and his eyes seemed to be unopened.

Under the sleeves, Ji Zimo's hands suddenly clenched tightly, the tips of his fingers pricking the palms of his hands.

The tingling sensation in his palms was not as painful as the pain in his heart.

It’s the young master, He Feihong.

"How's it going?" Feng Wei was a little proud, and pulled He Feihong's hair back, saying coldly: "Cao Ran and I have been fighting across the river for many years. How can he, a warrior with well-developed limbs and a stupid brain, break me?" Everything carefully designed?"

Feng Wei looked at Ji Zimo and said, "I thought about it for a moment and I knew it was you. Ji Zimo, you and I are classmates, and we have the same mind. You can ask He Feihong to be your internal agent. Could it be that I didn't think of it?" ”

"You shouldn't abuse him. He has never done anything!" Ji Zimo's eyes can kill.

"Why not?"

Feng Wei said angrily: "Back then, if his father hadn't colluded with Marquis Pingyang to protect your father, that thief, how could I have ended up like this?"

"Feng Wei, the reason why you have been reduced to this over the years is not because of others, but because you and your son have inner demons that they shouldn't have. The Daqian Kingdom belongs to the Ji family."

"Bah! What is the Ji family's world? Your world also took away our Feng family's world a hundred years ago. Why can't we take it back again?" Feng Wei refused.

This man is hopeless.

Ji Zimo was furious, and her eyes fell on He Feihong, adding a little more pain, "If you let him go, I can spare your life today."

"Spare my life?" Feng Wei looked up and laughed as if he heard a big joke: "Today, it is not certain who will live and who will die."

As he spoke, he grabbed He Feihong's neck with one hand and lifted up half of his body by the neck like a chicken.

When the man who was already dying was hung up, his face turned as green as ink for an instant, and his limbs were like puppets with broken strings, floating in the wind.

"Ji Zimo, don't you think you are like brothers with him?"

Feng Wei sneered: "Three years ago, he fell into my hands to save you. Today, I want to see if you will put down your identity as a prince and save his life?"

Feng Wei provoked: "I will shoot my bow and arrow. If you move, I will break his neck immediately."

As he spoke, he waved his other hand gently.

The huge crossbow behind him flew out and headed towards Ji Zimo's heart.

"Your Highness, be careful." Xiao Yong stepped forward with his sword and blocked one of the arrows.

When Feng Wei saw it, he exerted force with his hand, and He Hongfei let out a low roar.
Chapter completed!