I stormed down the mountain, took down all the big shots in the city, and the female CEO dragged me

"Elder Qin, get rid of them."

Huang Yiyi took a step back, not giving Yunhe and Xuyuan a chance to react, and asked Old Qin beside her to take action.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Ma Erlou raised his hand and ran forward to block them, repeatedly trying to stop them.

"Miss Huang, is there some misunderstanding?"

"Yunhe, Elder Yun is my friend. You two knew each other before?"

Upon hearing Yunhe's name, Old Qin did not forcefully take action but instead turned to look at Huang Yiyi.

Her large, cold eyes blinked twice, as if she had heard the name somewhere before.

"Yunhe from the Capital Academy of Mystic Arts?" Huang Yiyi asked, half believing and half doubting.

Yunhe stood opposite them with neither arrogance nor servility, giving a slight nod: "I am Yunhe from the Capital Academy of Mystic Arts."

"Miss Huang, do you know my name?"

"I've heard about it."

Huang Yiyi relaxed a little and gave Old Qin a wink. The old man took two steps back.

"Old Master Yun lost half his buttocks in a magical duel before, but now..."

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Yunhe's buttocks: "It seems to have grown out."

Upon hearing this, Yunhe, who had been holding his chin high and looking arrogant, avoided eye contact, cleared his throat awkwardly, and glanced sideways at Xuyuan, who was sitting on a stool watching the show.

"That's all in the past, all in the past."

The memory of having half of his buttocks blown off was a lifelong humiliation for him, and he was most afraid of others mentioning it.

I never expected that the little girl who had just walked in would expose the little bit of authority I had finally established in front of Xu Yuan.

That's it, my public image has collapsed.

Yunhe, not wanting Huang Yiyi to continue the topic, proactively changed the subject: "Huang girl, why aren't you staying in Pucheng? What are you doing here?"

He glanced at Ma Erlou: "Is this the distinguished guest you're supposed to meet?"

"Well, you've made me wait here for ages just for this little girl."

He gave a reproachful remark, then looked at Huang Yiyi and plopped down on the stool: "How's your grandfather?"

"Did I just hear you also recite poems about flowers and plants?"

Huang Yiyi didn't respond to Yunhe's question, but instead asked, "What do you want to recite about flowers and plants for?"

Her face held an air of arrogance, yet her tone still carried a hint of respect for Yunhe.

Yunhe naturally understood the meaning behind her words; she was also after the flowers and plants.

"What do you need it for?"

Huang Yiyi pondered for a moment, her gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone in the room. When she saw Xu Yuan, she was only drawn to his handsome face and glanced at him a couple more times.

Xu Yuan sat on the stool drinking tea the whole time. Just now, when he entered the room, he glanced at Old Qin when Old Qin was about to make a move, and then he did nothing else.

"Elder Yun is no outsider, so I'll just tell you the truth."

Huang Yiyi spoke in a low voice, organizing her thoughts: "You just asked me about my grandfather's condition. My grandfather is injured."

"What?"

Yunhe's smile vanished, replaced by an unusually serious expression: "Old Monster Huang is injured. Who could possibly hurt him?"

Or has he gone mad from practicing his martial arts again?

He had met Huang Laoguai before; the guy was just like his nickname, very strange.

I love researching all sorts of strange and unusual things, and I especially enjoy experimenting with them myself and using them.

Once, he got his hands on an ancient book from a street stall and tried to cultivate according to the mental techniques in it. As a result, he went into a qi deviation and almost strangled himself to death.

"Old Shi said that Grandpa was in great danger this time."

"If it weren't for the infusion of herbs and flowers into the elixir, Grandpa probably wouldn't have survived three months."

"What exactly happened?"

"Why hasn't any news come out?" Yunhe pressed.

If Huang Laoguai's condition is really that serious, they should have been notified, and those who can help will go to assist.

Huang Yiyi shook her head with red eyes: "Grandpa doesn't allow me to say it, he's afraid it will cause panic."

"Grandpa was fighting someone in the Huangpu River and was seriously injured."

Grandpa also said that if the news got out and they found out, they would speed up the destruction of the feng shui of Huangpu River, which could eventually harm the 25 million ordinary people in Huangpu River.

So this matter has been kept secret all along.

"Is it that serious?"

Yunhe couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up, put one hand behind his back, and paced around the room, asking, "Who is this person?"

Huang Yiyi shook her head: "Grandpa didn't tell me, but the people from the Pujiang Martial Arts Association are mobilizing manpower. I hadn't thought of a good way to deal with them before I came here."

"Who could be trying to ruin the feng shui of Huangpu River?" Yunhe stroked his chin, pondering to himself.

Seeing Xu Yuan sitting on the stool, she suddenly remembered the purpose of her visit and was caught in a dilemma.

"this?"

There's only one stalk of the herb, so who should it be given to?

He turned to look at Ma Erlou: "Ma Er, can you still get your hands on the 'Yin Hua Cao'?"

Ma Erlou was so angry his nose almost twisted out of shape.

He didn't want to give away a single plant, but this guy even asked if he could get another one.

Treat it like a cabbage, something you can do whenever you want.

"Therefore, I must bring the 'Yin Hua Cao' back to Pucheng." Huang Yiyi's gaze was firm.

"But, but..."

Yunhe frowned deeply: "We brought the Yinhua Grass to save lives."

"If I give you the item, Old Monster Huang can be saved, but there are tens of thousands of students here too."

Unable to make up his mind, he looked to Xu Yuan for help.

"Mr. Xu, do you have any other ideas?"

Huang Yiyi didn't know why Yunhe sought Xu Yuan's advice; in her eyes, Xu Yuan was just a young follower.

She didn't care about any of that; all she knew was that she had to take the flowers and herbs.

"I can't control the others, but I must take the 'Singing Flowers and Grass' with me."

Huang Yiyi took out a check from her bag and slapped it directly in front of Ma Erlou: "Fifty million, give me Yin Huacao."

If that's not enough, I'll have someone transfer the money to you later.

Ma Erlou's eyes lit up as he looked at the check in his hand.

Ultimately, he does all this for money; once he gets paid, his attitude changes.

He was excited, but his face still showed reluctance: "Since it is meant to save lives, and Miss Huang is so sincere, it seems I have no choice but to reluctantly part with it."

Ma Erlou sighed with feigned seriousness and sent someone to fetch the flowers and herbs.

"If Elder Huang wants to use it, I shouldn't ask for money, but I put a lot of effort into making this."

"Just keep it."

Huang Yiyi was young, but she had seen a lot in the world and could tell at a glance that Ma Erlou was just pretending to flatter her.

He said those things because he wanted money but didn't want to offend himself.

Yunhe opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't actually have fifty million.

He looked at Xu Yuan again: "Everything's been taken, and you're still drinking tea?"

Xu Yuan wasn't in a hurry at all. Finally, urged by Yun He, he raised his head. He didn't look at Huang Yiyi, but instead looked at a painting hanging on the wall.

He slowly stood up, walked to the landscape painting hanging on the wall, pointed at it, and asked, "Boss, are you going to buy this?"

"What time is it? You're still thinking about buying landscape paintings?"

"If you have money, why don't you buy some flowers and herbs?" Yunhe asked, puzzled by the act of making a wish.

Ma Erlou looked at Xu Yuanzhi's words and stepped forward with a smile: "What we do can't be called a business transaction. If you like, I can give you some."

The moment Xu Yuan spoke, Huang Yiyi and Old Qin also looked over curiously.

The moment Old Qin saw the painting, his eyes lit up.

What surprised him even more than the painting was the wish.

Did he see the hidden meaning in the painting, or was it just a coincidence?

If he can truly see through the mystery, then this kid is no ordinary person.

"Miss, you must get this painting."