Fake Mechanic

Mo Lewen was very proud.

Xiang Yu frowned slightly, and said coldly, "I hope your painstaking efforts are worth the fare, but you are so calculating, even if Tie Jintai can sit in that chair in the future, you will definitely have a sore waist, sore legs and insufficiency in the kidneys, maybe It doesn’t matter if you burp after enjoying it for a few days.”

Mu Yuehai was a little confused by the title of Fatty. Isn't the one sitting in front of him the First Prince Tie Jintai?Don't use your title, but name Tie Jintai, what kind of expression is this?

The fat man never disclosed the matter of the Dragon Clan to Mu Yuehai, but only said that there was a ghost behind Tie Jintai. The reason for playing such a word game was simple: this brother-in-law was already full of bags, so why should he catch him again? Throw lice on it?

Mu Yuehai's expression was seen by Mo Lewen, and he immediately understood the reason. He patted the table and said, "It seems that this federal pilot has not completely confessed to you, my Lord Juggernaut."

At this moment, Mu Yuehai's expression was like a favorite reader, accurately feeding back the answer Mo Lewen wanted to know. As soon as the federal pilot uttered the four words, Mu Yuehai didn't have much reaction on his face. After reacting, he already knew Xiang Yu's true identity, except for the relationship with the Dragon Clan.

"The son of the commander-in-chief of the Federation Starfleet, knowing that this person is a Federation pilot who sneaked into the imperial capital, this alone seems to be enough to take away your sword master privilege of entering the temple with a sword. How about it, I gave you the The conditions are still valid, do you want to think about it again?"

Mu Yuehai shook his head resolutely, "That's right, I'm still a member of the Federation from the bottom of my heart, but I still owe people something. It has nothing to do with where I come from or where I'm going. Your Majesty, what do you think?" Well, as long as the emperor doesn't personally announce that I will be stripped of my title, I will stand in Yuling Imperial City for a day, and if I want to enter Qiantian Palace to plot rebellion, I have to..."

"Walking over your corpse?" Mo Lewen interrupted Mu Yuehai, and sneered disapprovingly, "This kind of words can only appear in books, how many people can do it in reality?"

"I was bedridden for many years, His Highness underestimated my perseverance and determination."

"If that's the case, then there's nothing to talk about?" Mo Lewen shrugged and looked left and right, "Why are you the only ones, the real masters of Fengrenju, where is our Imperial Medical Sage?"

"What exactly do you want?" the fat man couldn't help asking, even though the chance of getting an answer from Mo Lewen's mouth was zero, he still couldn't help but say it out, it was better than asking himself in his heart.

"Wealth? Power? I don't think so. With what you have now, the world you want doesn't exist at all."

Xiang Yu's words aroused Mo Lewen's interest again, "Oh, you think so? If you want to know the answer, just read it with me. Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to save your own lives first."

"You want to do it here?" Mu Yuehai got a new life in this apricot forest, so he naturally had a special feeling for Fengrenju, and was immediately annoyed.

Mo Lewen smiled lightly, "If the owner of Fengrenju hasn't shown up yet, then I don't mind fulfilling your request."

As soon as Mo Le heard the words, the door of the medicine storehouse opened.

Dong Fengren walked out frowning, the only remaining hand was stained with bright green herbal juice, obviously he was a little upset that the work at hand was interrupted.

Traveling abroad for several years, after returning, he has been ignoring political affairs and hiding at the gate of the Royal Academy of Sciences. Tie Jintai is obviously not within the range of people he knows, but this Mr. Dong has not had time to speak, and has been silent. The boy doing odd jobs shrunk aside spoke.

"Aren, go ahead and do your work, you don't have to worry about it here."

Dong Fengren obviously didn't expect the young man to say such a sentence, and Xiang Yu and Mu Yuehai beside him were a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

Ah Ren, this title... is too modest?

But the one-armed medical sage really listened to his words and turned around obediently, and went into the room of the medicine storehouse again, and the thick iron door with the words "no entry for idlers" slammed shut in front of everyone.

what happened?

When Xiang Yu accidentally caught a glimpse of Mo Lewen's expression, an unbelievable thought flashed through his mind like lightning, followed by a wailing from the bottom of his heart: No?

Mo Lewen was the only person with a calm face other than the young man. He seemed to have guessed the ending long ago, so there was not even the slightest ripple in the teacup he was holding. He looked at the half-grown odd boy meaningfully, his eyes He narrowed his eyes slightly again.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the real Dong Fengren?"

The boy lowered his head and looked at his toes. After a long time, he sighed quietly, and said in a deep and deep voice, "This is Ren's name, my real name, you should have heard of it."

As the young man raised his head to face Mo Lewen, the original pure gaze of the young man in Danfeng's slender eyes had long since disappeared, leaving only vicissitudes like mountains and seas.

The sudden change in his eyes made his words seem less abrupt at first glance.

Mu Yuehai was completely stunned, and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him. His master didn't have the slightest temper after being shouted around by a half-year-old kid. The most important thing was that the boy's words obviously acquiesced to him. He is the real master of Fengrenju.

The little guy who was washing vegetables and rice for him before was his real master?If this is the case, who is that Dong Fengren who is missing an arm and is regarded as a living god by countless patients?

The boy turned his head and smiled apologetically at Mu Yuehai, "Many years ago, I had a fight with another person. That guy was abominable. He used tricks to defeat me and trapped me in this body. I have a prejudice in my heart that I can't do things well, so I let Ah Ren pretend to be me, and you haven't noticed it all these years, so I can't make it clear."

The expression on Mu Yuehai's face should be as wonderful as it is, and it took a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "You asked him to teach me the extreme feelings and emotions? But the little apprentice at that time was obviously not you."

Mo Lewen chuckled twice before interjecting, "Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, I can imagine that there will always be only one apprentice next to our one-armed medical saint. They're all normal size."

No matter how confused Mu Yuehai was, she instantly understood Mo Lewen's hint, and muttered to herself, "It's all you, those apprentices are actually all you."

The young man nodded embarrassingly, as if he felt sorry for deceiving his only apprentice, "I have spent many years researching the medicine in this universe, although I still haven't been able to lift the curse of that guy, but such small things as changing his appearance and voice, It really doesn’t bother me.”

Mu Yuehai shook his head with a wry smile, "Today is really my lucky day. I know so many secrets at once. It turns out that Ah Ren is just Ah Ren, and you, who have never even seen the real face, are the master."

The young man shook his head, "Ah Ren has been with me for so many years, there is no credit but hard work. Although you are far better than him in swordsmanship, you are far behind him in terms of life in the world."

Mo Lewen clapped his hands and nodded, "Well, if sorting herbs and grinding pills can be considered credit, then he can be regarded as half a medical saint."

This time even the fat man felt that Mo Lewen's sarcasm could not be refuted. For a long time, the so-called medical sage spent time mixing herbs himself, and it was just a stand-in doing miscellaneous work.

Xiang Yu and Mu Yuehai have nothing to say, but it doesn't mean that this young man will betray Mo Lewen.

He glanced sideways at Mo Lewen, and snorted coldly, "I don't care what games you want to play in the empire; I don't care if you're trying to find the Babu people; but you went around like this The big circle is to force me to show my true colors, and this is your fault."

The deep and thick words suddenly sounded like the roar of giant beasts in the underground abyss, shaking the entire Fengrenju.

In an instant, the majesty of the eight tribes of the Dragon Clan has begun to show its edge.

"Although you are now a dragon soul and protected by Ferrell's three iron rules, it doesn't mean that I really have nothing to do with you!"

Xiang Yu could feel the powerful coercion gushing out to crush all disobedience and ruthlessness, but Mo Lewen, who was the first to bear the brunt, didn't show the slightest nervous expression, and even stretched out his index finger in front of him as if suddenly enlightened, as if suddenly figured out What is the key.

"Curse? I remembered, so the legend is true, you are one of the eight tribes..."

Before he finished speaking, the boy had already made a move.