Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 154

"Cooked pancakes, freshly baked pancakes."

"Tanghulu, Bingtanghulu, sour and sweet Bingtanghulu."

"Don't miss it if you pass by. It's made of fine huanghuali wood."

Zhong Lin was walking on the streets of Heishan County with his horse. Although he had not been walking for long, he felt as if he was in another world.

Suddenly, Zhong Lin stopped and looked up at the four big words "Xu's Clinic" and the older and busier figure in the clinic. A smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

After tying the horse to a wooden stake nearby, Zhong Lin walked into the clinic, then stepped over the crowd and sat directly on the consultation stool, his hand resting directly on the cotton bag.

Without even looking up, Old Man Xu placed his finger on it and asked casually, "Are you feeling unwell?"

This is also Old Man Xu’s habit when he sees patients. He takes the pulse and observes the body roughly first, and then examines the patient.

Zhong Lin didn't say anything, still looking at Old Man Xu with a smile.

Xu Lewu didn't care and continued taking the pulse, but then his face became a little angry. He could feel the pulse under his fingers was strong and powerful, many times stronger than that of an ordinary person. This kind of pulse can only be possessed by warriors.

You, a martial artist, come here to see patients and make fun of me, an old man?
"you……"

Old man Xu raised his head and was about to yell, but when he saw that it was Zhong Lin, his expression was stunned. Then he was suddenly excited and stood up suddenly. The chairs behind him made a loud noise because of this sudden action.

But when he saw Zhong Lin's half-smile, he couldn't help but scold: "Stinky boy, why are you back?"

"Haha, old man Xu, seeing how vigorous you are when you scold people, it seems you can live a few more years. Not bad, not bad." Zhong Lin said with a smile.

"Dogs bark."

Although he was cursing, he couldn't hide the smile on Old Man Xu's face.

The two of them had experienced life and death together. From the beginning when she was furious when buying medicine from him, to later cooperating in selling medicine, and living in the same yard because of the siege of the city by rebels, the relationship between the two can be said to be inseparable. Although there is a big age gap between them, they can be said to be friends regardless of age.

Old man Xu stepped forward and slapped Zhong Lin's shoulders several times. Zhong Lin quickly restrained his internal energy, fearing that his internal energy would circulate on its own and shock the old man to death.

After handing the clinic over to the apprentice, Old Man Xu took Zhong Lin into the backyard.

"Where's Xiu'er?"

"Of course we are in school during this period of time. Where is Xiao Shitou? Didn't he come back with you?" asked Old Man Xu.

"No, I was just passing by and happened to come to see you." Zhong Lin replied with a smile.

"That's such a shame. Brother Xiu was still talking about Little Stone a few days ago. By the way, how are you doing in Tianyang County? Have you completed the Daoyan Materia Medica?"

Zhong Lin was stunned when he heard this. He suddenly remembered that the reason why his master Yin Daoyan took him away was to help him complete the illustrations for "Daoyan Materia Medica". However, he became his disciple before arriving in Tianyang County. After that, he practiced various kinds of cultivation and forgot about "Daoyan Materia Medica".

Not only did Zhong Lin forget, but Yin Daoyan himself probably forgot as well.

Old Man Xu looked puzzled: "Why, it's not going well?"

Zhong Lin shook his head and smiled bitterly: "That's not the case, it's just that things are unpredictable and a lot of things happened in the meantime."

"Tell me about it."

"Um...it's a long story."

"It's okay. I have plenty of time. You can talk as long as you want."

As he spoke, he poured Zhong Lin a cup of tea. Anyone who was interested could sit aside and wait for Zhong Lin's next words.

Zhong Lin looked at Old Man Xu speechlessly. He didn't realize that this old man used to like listening to gossip.

Since he had nothing better to do, Zhong Lin took a sip from his teacup and began to recount the events of the past year. Unlike Uncle Yutou, who was quite talkative but couldn't understand much of what he said, Zhong Lin didn't hide anything from Old Man Xu, his close friend despite their age difference. He first recounted his apprenticeship, becoming the Young Master of Baicaotang, and then his joining the Jianding Sect, including his current Second-Rank cultivation level and status as a Fourth-Rank Alchemist.

When Zhong Lin finished telling these things, Old Man Xu opened his mouth wide with a dazed expression.

Seeing this scene, Zhong Lin's mouth curled up slightly, and a sense of pride rose in his heart.

Somehow, Zhong Lin was able to let down any defenses in his heart in front of Old Man Xu, otherwise he wouldn't be so boastful.

"Oh! Don't make that expression. It's just a small matter. It's nothing."

Zhong Lin had a nonchalant expression, as if it was really a small matter.

After halftime, Old Man Xu suddenly reached out and touched Zhong Lin's forehead.

"What are you doing?"

"I don't have a fever! Why are you talking nonsense in broad daylight?" Old man Xu muttered.

"Hey! You don't even believe me after I've been telling you for so long!"

"Nonsense, I don't even know your own weight, yet you became Master Yin's apprentice and became the young master of Baicaotang. Why don't you say that the princess of the current dynasty wants to recruit you as her consort? This is more reliable than you becoming Master Yin's apprentice. After all, you still have a good face." Old man Xu complained.

I don’t know if it’s because of Qi training, but Zhong Lin’s skin and facial features have changed a lot compared to before, becoming more delicate, more coordinated, and more handsome.

This had been verified on the street before. There were countless young ladies looking at him sideways along the way. Some bold ones even ran up to chat with him. Some even went so far as to deliberately twist Zhong Lin's ankle and pounce on him.

Zhong Lin touched his chin and nodded, "You're right, there really is a princess who likes me, but I didn't agree."

Old Man Xu looked disdainful and curled his lips: "Just brag!"

Zhong Lin spread his hands and didn't explain.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Judging from your current situation, you seem to be doing well in Tianyang City."

"It's good."

"Then just live your life well and don't come to Heishan County again. What's so good about an old man like me? But don't let it affect Master Yin's opinion of you. It will be bad for you." Old Man Xu said in a deep voice.

Zhong Lin's arm holding the wine glass trembled slightly. He looked up at Old Man Xu, smiled, nodded, and said, "I understand."

The two chatted for a long time and were finally pulled back home by Old Man Xu.

Old Madam Xu was also very surprised by Zhong Lin's arrival, and she immediately prepared a large table of dishes. That night, Zhong Lin and Old Man Xu drank until late at night.

The next morning, after drinking porridge at Old Man Xu's house, Zhong Lin got up and went to the yamen.

"Greetings, Master Zhong."

In the backyard of the yamen, Mei Haiming, the Magistrate of Heishan County, bowed deeply to Zhong Lin, feeling extremely nervous and terrified, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

He was also a little afraid of Zhong Lin.

Mei Haiming is a member of the Mei family in Tianyang City and Mei Weixuan's uncle. Although he was demoted to Heishan County as a county magistrate, his contact with his family was not severed and they often exchanged letters. Naturally, he also knew about Zhong Lin's affairs.

Disciple of Yin Daoyan, young master of Baicaotang, true disciple of Jianding Sect, top third-rank warrior, fourth-rank alchemist...

Any one of these titles is enough to shock the entire Dachen.

But who would have thought that the protagonist of these titles was once just a small painter in the Heishan County Government.

(End of this chapter)