People forge swords in Lizhu, childhood sweetheart Ruan Xiu falls in love with Ning Yao

Chapter 9 Old Yang, do you want to become “one”?
Yang's pharmacy!

The best and most complete pharmacy of Chinese medicinal materials in the town!

“Buy medicine!”

Chu Ci walked in and handed over the prescription.

"Hey, Boss Chu, it's so rare to do business with you!"

The elderly shopkeeper Yang took the prescription and joked as he looked at it, saying that Chu Ci had come to his shop before, but he had never come to seek medical treatment or buy medicine, but always came to look for people.

"Well, this prescription is very good. Chu boy, this is the doctor who prescribed it. I want to get to know him."

"It's urgent. Get the medicine quickly."

Chu Ci reminded Shopkeeper Yang, then thought of something and added:
"And I heard from the fortune-teller that the quality and quantity of your medicinal materials are not as good as they used to be. I hope you don't cheat me. Otherwise, you know the consequences."

Chu Ci has never been a generous person. After being tricked by Lu Chen for no apparent reason, he had to fight back.

"Nonsense, what does a charlatan know about medicinal herbs?"

When Shopkeeper Yang heard Chu Ci's words, he felt that the medical ethics, reputation, and character that had been passed down in his family for thousands of years were all insulted, so how could he not be furious?

"Wait till I get you the medicine, and I'll go argue with that charlatan."

"Ah, ah!"

On the other side, Lu Chen, who had just finished packing up his stall and was about to take a break, sneezed for no apparent reason. He was so frightened that he quickly counted with his fingers. After realizing what was going on, he could not help but curse angrily:
"Little bastard, it's just a top-class cave, hurry up and kill me!"

Lu Chen, who originally wanted to stay and watch the show for a few more days, now had to leave as soon as possible.

"Boy, come in for a moment!"

A deep voice was heard from inside the pharmacy.

"okay!"

Although no one was mentioned by name, Chu Ci knew he was being called. He walked into the yard behind the shop as if he knew the place well and pushed open the door to the main house.

I saw an old man with a face full of wrinkles like the bark of an old locust tree sitting on a chair, fiddling with an old pipe in his hand.

This old man, known as "Old Yang", is so unknown to even the owner of the pharmacy, Mr. Yang, where he came from or how long he has lived.

Shopkeeper Yang only knew that when he took over the shop, his father's last words on his deathbed were some strange words:

"When the shop encounters a big problem, go find Old Yang and do what he says. This sentence seems to have been passed down from your grandfather's grandfather. When you pass the shop to the next generation, don't forget to say this, you must not forget it!"

Shopkeeper Yang nodded vigorously in agreement at that time, and the old father then took his last breath and passed away peacefully with his eyes closed.

When Old Yang saw Chu Ci coming in, he raised his eyelids and said:
"You're using my name to scare people. You little fox are really good at using my power to bully others."

Chu Ci’s little thoughts just now naturally could not be hidden from Old Yang.

"Hehe, I just want to help you control those lawless guys, so that they won't forget your reputation and do something even more outrageous."

Chu Ci flipped his hand, took out a small square box from the things at hand, and handed it to Old Yang as if he was presenting a treasure.

"Is this the other way of smoking you mentioned?" Old Yang pulled out a ten-centimeter-long strip from the square box, put it to his nose and sniffed it, then smiled with satisfaction:

"Not bad, but it's just a small box. You wouldn't keep it for yourself, would you?"

"Senior, you know that I don't smoke, and my daughter Xiuxiu hates the smell of cigarettes the most."

Chu Ci quickly proved his innocence and stepped forward to light the fire for Old Yang.

Old Yang took several puffs quietly, and after a long while he spoke:
"This is your last chance. Do you really not want to be the 'number one'? After today, it will be too late to regret it."

Chu Ci is the most suitable person to be the "one" that Old Yang has ever seen in the past ten thousand years. As long as Chu Ci is willing, there is no need to play this game of chess.

"No, I'm still used to being a human being. Forget about the other stuff!"

Chu Ci refused bluntly. He squeezed into the chess game to help Ruan Xiu escape.

Old Yang agreed to let Chu Ci join the game because he wanted to use Ruan Xiu to trap Chu Ci.

"But aren't you also walking on this road now?"

Old Yang's cloudy eyes fell on Chu Ci, especially the area between his eyebrows, and he said with a smile:
"In that case, wouldn't it be nice to have an old man like me to help you?"

"The road ahead is exactly the same, but there is one key point that is completely different."

Old Yang could see that Chu Ci was not surprised at all:
"Of course, this is just a wild idea of ​​mine. It will most likely fail, so it's better for you to put your eggs in two baskets."

"You little fox, would you do something without much confidence?"

Old Yang didn't know that Chu Ci just wanted him to look away from him and stop staring at him so much that he couldn't do any more tricks.

In response to this, Chu Ci could only answer with a silly smile, just like he did when facing his master Ruan Qiong.

"Forget it, a forced melon is not sweet!"

Old Yang sighed for the last time and closed his eyes to show that he was seeing the guest off. He had said all kinds of good and bad things about him in the past ten years, and he had called Chu Ci here today just to put an end to it.

"That kid is leaving first!"

Chu Ci ran away immediately. It was very stressful to face off against such a smart guy who had lived for thousands of years.

"Chu boy, your medicine!"

Shopkeeper Yang handed the packaged medicine to Chu Ci and rushed to settle the account with Lu Chen.

"It's a pity that I failed!"

Chu Ci expressed regret about this, otherwise it would have been a good show.

After paying the clerk for the medicine, he hurried back to the blacksmith shop.

　Old Man Yang is the owner of the medicine shop, Old Yang is the Qing Tong Tianjun, I got it mixed up before, I have corrected it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)