When I woke up again, I was returning to Xuetang, the medicine shop in Xuwu Mountain.
Meng San was covered with white bandages all over her body, and the conscientious pharmacist in the hall even left no gaps around her neck. When Ji Wuchan was carried in, Meng San could only roll her eyes and ask the pharmacist on the side.
"Is it that evil beast?"
The pharmacist was tying the last perfect bow on the bandage on Meng San's hand. Hearing this, his hand shook and the bow instantly unraveled. He raised his head and glanced at Meng San sadly, and said softly in a sharp voice: "I am from Biluoyuan.
He is one of the most powerful monks. With such achievements, he will be admitted to heaven and become a god in the future. Be careful what you say, for he will take revenge in the future!"
Meng San snorted softly, "Does the pharmacist know that Meng San will not do anything in the future? He might be even more powerful than his official. It is not certain who will take revenge on whom in the future!"
"The first half of the sentence is quite upright and awe-inspiring, but the second half is not so good - does it have anything to do with whether someone has accomplished something or not?"
Meng San looked at him with disdain, "In terms of magic power, a person with a high official level may not be able to beat a person with a low level one; but in terms of power, a high official level can crush someone to death - you are so many years older than me and you don't even understand this truth?"
"
"Those are the rules of the human world. They are different in our world of immortality and underworld. You will know when you get older." Medicine Master Bai Mengsan glanced at him, "Speaking of which, before this, the master had already punished you.
I mean, if Ji Wuchan hadn’t beaten you yesterday, you would have been whipped by the leader today.”
The master's heart moved, and the pharmacist then sighed: "If the master wants to hit me, he will not use such a heavy blow."
"..."
"How heavy are the hands of the master?" Meng San asked through clenched teeth, while Ji Wuchan's wooden dog-like face blocked the view above his head.
The pharmacist's voice sounded coldly in my ears, "No, it's just so heavy."
Meng San's eyes were fixed on the several circles of bandages on Ji Wuchan's palm. After being stunned, a ball of anger suddenly surged up from his dantian, and there was a sudden chill on his forehead.
Ji Wuchan put his hand on Mengsan's forehead, tested the temperature, and asked the pharmacist as if he were normal, "How is he?"
The anger suddenly disappeared from the chest as if someone had poured cold water on it, and was instead filled with thick doubts and fears.
The pharmacist was not surprised. While packing the medicine box, he replied: "There are no internal injuries, but the external injuries are not minor. The whip is not a mortal thing. You are not merciful. I am afraid I will have to lie down for half a month."
When Meng San heard this, he wanted to "pretend to be dead" as a carp, but was restrained by the instant pain that felt like an electric shock all over his body. His face wrinkled into a ball, and he fell heavily back on the bed.
Ji Wuchan had long since withdrawn his hand and glanced at her, "Why do I feel like my brain has been damaged?"
Before Meng San could curse, the pharmacist glanced sideways at Ji Wuchan, "If you really break this monkey's head, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people, but I'm afraid it will bother you in the future, so I'll just feed him for the rest of my life."
These words were clearly reproaching Ji Wuchan for being too harsh. Meng San felt a little moved. The pharmacist continued: "The pharmacy is busy these days. How can anyone come out to take care of this monkey?"
"..."
This man has a long mouth.
"I'll do it." Ji Wuchan didn't even ask Meng San, but just raised his hand to the pharmacist, "Wuchan is afraid that his clumsy movements will make Junior Brother Meng more injured, so I'd like to trouble the Pharmacist to find someone to carry Junior Brother Meng to me.
In the courtyard.”
"Hey, it's easy to talk, it's just a compliment. I have a way to make Meng San be honest!"
The pharmacist's face immediately burst into laughter, and the two hit it off immediately. Before Meng San could speak, he called a tree demon over, wrapped her in vines tightly without any explanation, and left.
Ji Wuchan and Shi Shiran followed behind, walking leisurely and slowly like walking on a lake in spring.
Meng San couldn't move because his whole body was tied up. He was so angry that he didn't even have the strength to curse, so he simply closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Wuchanyuan is full of flowers.
The headmaster once took Meng San and others on a sightseeing tour of Wuchanyuan on a leisurely day.
It is said that students with excellent grades can get their own independent courtyard in Xuwu Mountain. When they leave Xuwu Mountain in the future, this courtyard will be retained by them, even if it is the student's personal property.
Unlike Meng San and others who live in Datongpu, you can clearly hear someone snoring and grinding their teeth at night.
At that time, I stepped into Wuchanyuan for the first time, and the flowers in my eyes were gradually enchanting. Meng San was in a trance. For a moment, he thought he had arrived in heaven. At that time, he felt -
"Girls are chirping."
What he didn't say out loud at the time, he couldn't help but say in front of his master now, giving Ji Wuchan a look of disgust.
Ji Wuchan's eyes were indifferent and fell on Mengsan for a long time. The corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, then he suddenly turned away and walked ahead faster, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Meng San was stunned for a moment before she suddenly realized that the dog was laughing at her!
Isn’t she funny the way she looks now?
“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…the dishes are so funny!”
Feng Heyue, who came to see Meng San, solved her previous question very well.
Meng San felt uncomfortable listening to her words and frowned.
"What happened to your tongue?"
Feng Heyue slapped her thigh, "It's so spicy that I can't help but..."
"Speak like a human being!!" Meng San collapsed.
"Today there was a competition between the two colleges. She won the battle with the students from our college. When she tried to lick the blood with her knife, she failed to control her strength and cut her tongue."
A clear voice came from outside the hospital, and a handsome man in a blue and white school uniform strode in with a haughty expression. He looked around the room with his head held high, and finally landed on Ji Wuchan, who was sitting in front of a few cases.
A bright smile suddenly broke out on his side.
"Senior Brother Wuchan."
Lu Qinghuai is the most famous genius monk among the students of the same class as Meng San in Biluo Yuan. He is a native of the Celestial Immortal Clan. He majors in medicine and alchemy. He likes to look at people with his nose.
There are many capable monks in Xuwu Mountain, and Lu Qinghuai is the leader among them. The only one who can be tied with him is a mortal monk named Di Bei from the same academy, who is Lu Qinghuai's predecessor. Lu Qinghuai is not convinced by him. The two meet every day.
In addition to competition, there is still competition.
The only person who could convince this proud man of heaven to shut up was Buddha Xiu Ji Wuchan.
Meng San got goosebumps all over her body, Feng Heyue stood up with a bang, "Why is Lu Qinghuai so hungry?"
As the person's name was shouted very clearly, Lu Qinghuai turned his head and his face changed instantly.
"Say you're showing off."
"Can you understand this?" Meng San looked serious and respectful, "I don't blame you for your good academic performance and perfect understanding ability."
Feng Heyue rolled her eyes at Meng San, while Ji Wuchan lowered his head. When he raised it again, his eyes were smiling, and the ends of his eyes were slightly red. He turned to Lu Qinghuai and said, "What's wrong with you?"
The expression on Lu Qinghuai's face switched freely between disdain and admiration, and he responded with a gentle voice: "The pharmacist said that there are a room full of disabled patients here, which is suitable for me to use to practice my skills."