The five-and-a-half-year-old baby doctor comes to the city to cure those who refuse to listen.

Lin Jianguo felt that his heart was going to stop from being scared off by his grandson sooner or later.

He held the bank statement, its numbers so long they could be read like a tongue twister, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Chen'er, this...this much money, we..."

Chu Chen was lying on the ground, playing marbles with Zhou Tian, ​​without even raising his head.

"Grandpa, what's the rush? This is nothing yet."

With a flick of his wrist, a glass marble "snap" accurately knocked away a row of marbles in front of Zhou Tian.

"Once you buy the entire capital, you can stroll along Chang'an Avenue every day, helping any old lady cross the street you want without anyone competing with you."

Lin Jianguo: "..."

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.

Buy the capital city? How dare this child even dream of such a thing!

Just then, Li Weiguo, with a solemn expression, strode in from the front yard.

"Mr. Lin, Advisor Chu."

He walked to the stone table, his voice very low.

"We've received word from the airport that there are about a dozen people dressed strangely, like people from ancient times, who have just landed."

"The one in the lead claims to be from the Mysterious Medicine Valley of Kunlun Mountain."

Lin Jianguo's heart skipped a beat.

Mysterious Medicine Valley!

He subconsciously glanced at Zhao Tiansha and Wu De, who were working hard with international spies to carry the "divine vegetables" not far away.

Those two once-arrogant martial arts masters were now wearing matching work clothes, their faces showing signs of exhaustion from not having slept enough.

"They arrived quite quickly."

Chu Chen finally got up from the ground and dusted off his pants.

He walked over to Lin Jianguo and tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandpa, don't be afraid."

He tilted his little face up, his eyes sparkling.

"Someone has come to deliver money to our door, that's a good thing."

The main entrance of Qianlong Residence.

A dozen figures, like swords drawn from their sheaths, carrying a chilling aura, came to a steady stop in front of the door.

The leader was a middle-aged man with a cold face, wearing a dark blue robe. His eyes shone brightly, and his aura was even stronger than that of Zhao Tiansha who had arrived earlier.

He is Zhao Wuji, the master of Xuanyao Valley.

Behind him followed a dozen elite disciples from the Xuanyao Valley, each with bulging temples, all top-notch fighters.

"Is this the Hidden Dragon Abode?"

Zhao Wuji frowned deeply as he looked at the gaudy and ostentatious plaque made of pure gold.

A young disciple behind him stepped forward, about to channel his inner energy to knock on the door.

"stop!"

The two soldiers standing guard at the gate immediately raised their guns, the dark muzzles pointing at them.

"According to the security regulations of Qianlongju, all visitors must register here and undergo epidemic prevention checks."

A soldier expressionlessly took out a folder with a form tucked inside.

Please fill in your name, background, and purpose of visit truthfully.

Everyone in Xuanyao Valley was stunned.

They've been running rampant in the Kunlun Mountains for years, when have they ever received this kind of treatment?

Pointing at him with fire pokers by two mortals?

"presumptuous!"

The young disciple flew into a rage and raised his hand to strike.

Zhao Wuji waved his hand, stopping him.

He looked at the two unfazed soldiers, then at the thin form, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"You think a mere mortal force can stop me?"

He didn't bother with any more words and was about to push his way in.

Step out.

The scene before Zhao Wuji's eyes changed instantly.

The magnificent golden gate and the fully armed soldiers had all vanished.

Instead, there was an endless, thick fog so dense that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"Hmm? A trick?"

Zhao Wuji snorted coldly, and the aura of a peak Grandmaster suddenly erupted, his protective true energy surging out, trying to blow away the thick fog.

But the mist was like a living thing; no matter how turbulent his true energy was, it remained completely still.

"Valley Master, what's going on?"

"Senior brother, I can't see you anymore!"

The disciples behind them were also engulfed in the thick fog and cried out in panic.

"Don't panic! Stay close to me!"

Zhao Wuji shouted in a deep voice. Relying on his master's intuition, he strode towards the direction of the gate in his memory.

He walked very fast, his feet barely touching the ground.

After walking for a full fifteen minutes, all I could see was fog.

He changed direction again, but the result was the same.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Zhao Wuji and his elite disciples were like a swarm of headless flies, constantly circling around in this small area.

Their arrogance and murderous aura had long been worn away by the eerie thick fog, leaving only exhaustion and ever-deepening fear.

"Valley Master...we...were we trapped in a maze?" a disciple asked, his voice trembling.

Zhao Wuji's face was extremely ugly.

He stopped, his breathing becoming somewhat erratic.

This is not martial arts, this is the art of immortals!

Just as he was feeling uneasy, a lazy, childlike voice seemed to come from all directions, clearly ringing in everyone's ears.

"That uncle who spins around."

"The park entrance fee isn't expensive, but this is a private park, so if you go any further in, you'll be charged by the hour."

Zhao Wuji shuddered and abruptly looked up.

"Who! Who's speaking!"

He roared at the thick fog.

"My name is Red Scarf, I do good deeds anonymously."

The voice chuckled.

"You've been walking around for so long, it must be tiring."

"Here's what I'll do; I'll show you the way."

The voice just fell.

The thick fog in front of us slowly parted, creating a small gap.

Behind the gap, there was no wide, open road, but a simple wooden table.

On the table lay the visitor registration form they had previously dismissed, and a Parker gold pen.

A soldier in military uniform was sitting behind a table, idly twirling a gold pen.

He saw Zhao Wuji but didn't even lift his eyelids; he simply tapped the form on the table with his pen.

That means, it goes without saying.

Zhao Wuji's face flushed bright red.

He, the dignified master of Xuanyao Valley and a half-step Grandmaster, was actually tricked by a mere child in this way!

His disciples behind him were also filled with humiliation, their eyes red with shame.

But no one dared to move again.

Everyone knew that they and the person who set up this great formation were not even on the same level.

Zhao Wuji stood rooted to the spot, his chest heaving violently, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

for a long time.

His aura instantly crumbled, and his previous arrogance vanished.

He walked heavily, step by step, to the wooden table.

He picked up the pen, his hand trembling violently.

Name: Zhao Wuji.

Origin: Kunlun Mountain.

Reason for visit: ...

He stared at the options on the form and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him.

A: Sightseeing tourism

B: Visiting relatives and friends

C: Send money to atone for the sin

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then suddenly opened them and heavily circled option "C".

After doing all this, he seemed to have all his strength drained away, and threw the pen on the table.

"Is it okay now?" he asked in a hoarse voice.

The soldier finally raised his eyelids, picked up the form, looked it over carefully, and then spoke into the walkie-talkie on his collar in a completely emotionless tone.

"Report: Visitor registration complete."

"The reason for the visit... has been confirmed."

The thick fog has completely dissipated.

The warm sunshine shone on me again.

Looking at the garden before them, filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, and imbued with spiritual energy, Zhao Wuji and his disciples felt as if they had stepped into another world.

A chubby figure rode on the shoulders of a tall young man, galloping over.

It was Chu Chen and Zhou Tian.

With a lollipop dangling from his mouth and a bunch of other things in his hand, Chu Chen rode on Zhou Tian's "BMW," looking down at the disheveled experts from Xuan Yao Valley.

He handed the string of lollipops in his hand to Zhao Wuji.

"Uncle, would you like some candy?"

"Strawberry flavor, it can calm your nerves."

Zhao Wuji looked at that innocent little face and the cheap lollipop in his hand, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

"Oh, right."

Chu Chen seemed to remember something.

"Welcome to our Qianlongju Labor and Ideological Remolding Experimental Base."

He pointed to the group of figures working diligently in the vegetable garden not far away.

"See them? They are all your senior brothers."

"From now on, you will be reserve cadets."

Chu Chen looked at Zhao Wuji with a smile, revealing a set of small white teeth.

"You're the Valley Master, right? Perfect timing, we're short of a supervisor for our outhouses."