The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 331 I Am Chang Yuan, Not Chang Yuan
Sure enough, portraits are the most unreliable.

Ru Xiaonan looked at the portrait and at the same time looked at the old man opposite.

"Are you really Mr. Changyuan?"

The old man nodded, quite pleased with himself.

Ru Xiaonan blinked her eyes, "Are you really two hundred years old?"

"This..." The old man hesitated for a moment, "If you believe it, you have it, if you don't believe it, you don't."

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Ru Xiaonan and Changhen pouted at the same time.

"Is he really the elder of your family?" Ru Xiaonan asked Changhen.

"I don't know, maybe it is?" Chang Hen was also given a headache by the old man, "Only my father has visited Mr. Chang Yuan, and this is the first time for me to come here."

"Are you Changhen?" The old man looked at Changhen, "No, I remember that Changhen was a girl..."

"She's a girl." Ru Xiaonan pointed at Changhen.

Xuanyu was also in front of her, and she couldn't help showing surprise when she heard this, and only Qing Moyan and Ru Xiaonan knew about the matter of concealing her identity.

"How does she look like a girl?" The old man leaned over and looked at Chang Hen, his eyes slid down.

Chang Hen got goosebumps all over his body, and covered his chest with his hands, "Mr. Chang Yuan, I am really a woman, and I changed into a man to find the culprit who killed my father."

"It turns out that's the case, but it's better to be sure." As he spoke, the old man stretched out his hand towards the chest of eternal hatred...

The medicine box in Changhen's hand mercilessly hit the old man's head.

"Oh, you unfilial son!" the old man scolded.

You old pervert, you have the nerve to talk about others.

Ru Xiaonan and Chang Hen looked sideways at the same time.

The old man covered his head and pointed at Changhen and cursed, "You are an unfilial son and grandson, and you don't know how to come to see me. I almost starved to death on the mountain, and I have to find a way to get food!"

Changhen was full of grievances when he scolded him, "I didn't know that you were in such a situation here, and the rest of the family died, and now I am the only one left..." said with red eyes.

The old man lowered his hands in embarrassment, "They are all dead?"

Chang Hen nodded, briefly told what happened back then, and finally asked, "Mr. Chang Yuan gave my father that year. Was it really a prescription for poisoning the poison, not a prescription for protecting the fetus?"

"Who did you listen to these things?" asked the old man.

Changhen told about Qingdu pretending to be Changyuan.

The old man raised his beard angrily, "Pretend to be me? How could I be so sissy?"

Mr. Changyuan, where is your focus?

Ru Xiaonan held her forehead and was speechless.

"But what he said is correct. What your father asked for back then was indeed a poisonous prescription." The old man propped his chin and said, "But as for why he asked for this prescription...forgive me for not being able to explain clearly."

"Why?" Changhen asked.

"Because I don't know either." The old man spread his hands and frowned.

The crowd was in chaos.

Mr. Chang Yuan's style of painting changed too fast, and it was difficult for them to keep up.

"Why don't you know?" Ru Xiaonan was puzzled, "When someone asks you for a prescription, don't you just ask the other party what to use that prescription for?"

This is too irresponsible.

The old man frowned, "Because I was not the one who gave the prescription to hate my father at that time."

Everyone was stunned.

Qing Moyan's cold eyes projected over, "Someone stole your prescription?"

"No, Chang Yuan wasn't me at the time."

Ru Xiaonan: "..."

Everlasting Hate: "..."

Qing Moyan: "Xuanyu, take the sword..."

The old man moved back with a bitter face, distanced himself from Qing Moyan, "Young man, don't be impulsive, listen to me."

"Are you Chang Yuan?"

"Are you really two hundred years old?"

Ru Xiaonan and Changhen approached, one gritted her teeth, and the other held a medicine box.

The old man waved his hands again and again, "Of course I am Chang Yuan, but I am not the same Chang Yuan as before, and I am not two hundred years old... The so-called Mr. Chang Yuan is actually an outstanding child selected by each branch of the family. Mr. Yuan donated what they had learned, and after his death, his disciples will inherit the title of Chang Yuan."

Ru Xiaonan and Changhen were dumbfounded.

It turned out that "Mr. Changyuan" was just a title.

"Young man, you can see my real body at a glance, you are really discerning." The old man looked at Qing Moyan with a smile.

Qing Moyan lowered her eyes, and she didn't feel complacent at all because of the other party's praise.

Everlasting Hate introduced the identities of Qing Moyan and Ru Xiaonan to Mr. Changyuan.

"Young Minister of Dali Temple?" The old man opened his eyes wide.

Looking at the surprised expression of the old man, he said with long regret, "Have you heard of it?"

"No." The old man coughed a few times, "I have been on this mountain since I was a child, and I have followed the predecessor Mr. Changyuan, and I rarely have the opportunity to go down the mountain."

Changhen sighed secretly, never expecting her family to hide such a secret.

Now that everything has been said, there is no need to hide anything, Changhen told about Qing Moyan's poisoning, and asked about manipulating the Gu insects.

The old man sat there cross-legged and pondered for a while, half-closed his eyes.

Chang Hen waited cautiously for the other party's answer, but after a long time, Chang Yuan still didn't say a word.

Ru Xiaonan leaned over to take a look, and said, "He fell asleep."

"Mr. Chang Yuan!" Chang Hen slapped the medicine box with a slap, "Please be more serious, we have come from a long way and sincerely want to ask you for advice."

The old man woke up in shock, but he refused to admit it, rubbing his nose, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't slept yet, it's not difficult to learn how to manipulate Gu worms, you have to show some sincerity." The old man looked at it with a smile Xiang Ru Xiaonan, "This girl..."

Qing Moyan pulled Ru Xiaonan onto her lap and sat down, "Don't even think about it."

"That will be difficult." The old man frowned, as if he was really embarrassed, "How can I just teach an outsider my skills, if this girl becomes my granddaughter, I can consider teaching my skills to my grandson-in-law, otherwise If not... no, no, I must not violate the precepts of my ancestors, I need to wake up."

The old man closed his eyes again, "Don't talk, let me calm down."

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched.

What to calm down, it is true that you close your eyes and want to sleep.

Everlasting hatred held his forehead, he really didn't expect that he finally found Mr. Changyuan after all the hard work, but he had this kind of virtue.

She was the one who really needed to calm down.

Just when she was about to persuade Mr. Changyuan again, Ru Xiaonan suddenly said: "Quiet."

"what?"

Ru Xiaonan put her finger on her lips, listening to the wind outside.

Outside the warehouse, there were only gusts of wind, and the roof of the warehouse was creaking due to the strong north wind. Other than that, they couldn't hear any sound.

Xuanyu and the two dead soldiers both had martial arts, and even they didn't notice anything unusual.

"What did you hear?" Qing Moyan asked in a low voice.

Ru Xiaonan leaned close to his ear, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "There are...a lot of people..."

Qing Moyan's eyes suddenly shrank, and then looked at Xuanyu.

Xuanyu understood and quickly came to the door.

He looked out through the crack of the door, but he saw nothing.

Xuan Yu shook his head, he signaled to Qing Moyan whether Ru Xiaonan heard it wrong.

Qing Moyan's expression was extremely firm.

Because Ru Xiaonan was transformed into an animal, her sense of hearing is stronger than theirs, she will never make a mistake.

After seeing Qing Moyan's expression, Xuanyu pulled out the sword from his waist.

The other two dead men also quickly moved to the other side of the door.

(End of this chapter)