Wild cultivation begins with wielding the Taiyin talisman.

He then burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

After a long while, the laughter finally subsided. Ning Che looked at the middle-aged man with a deep gaze: "Why did he leave the hall?"

The middle-aged man glanced at him coldly: "None of your business."

"Then why is he carrying Huichuntang's medicine?"

The middle-aged man's face immediately darkened: "What do you mean by this, mountain guardian? Chen Mu is no longer a disciple of Huichun Hall, and his death has nothing to do with Huichun Hall. Our hall is already more than benevolent and righteous to offer condolences."

Ning Che reached out his hand to Zhao He.

Zhao He immediately took out the half-bag of dried herbs from his pocket and handed it over.

The cloth bag was old, tied with thin hemp rope, and still bore traces of dried mud. Ning Che couldn't untie it with one hand, so Zhao He stepped forward to help him open it.

A few stalks of dry grass were visible.

Several pharmacists peeked inside and their expressions immediately changed.

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice, "Just ordinary medicinal herbs."

"Common medicinal herbs?"

An aged voice rang out from the hall.

The patients in line automatically made way.

An old pharmacist wearing a gray cloth shirt came out. His hair was gray, his back was slightly hunched, and he was holding a small scale in his hand.

He stared at the bag of medicine, his gaze gradually darkening.

"This is the Vein-Continuing Grass, the Blood-Nourishing Vine, and this is the Green Frost Root."

The old pharmacist pointed them out one by one: "These things aren't too precious, but they're hard to gather, especially the Green Frost Root, which you have to find in the mountain valleys to the north. Even if you have money, you might not be able to buy it; you also have to rely on luck."

The middle-aged man's face darkened: "Mr. Qian, you're getting on in years, don't talk nonsense."

Mr. Qian ignored him.

He walked up to Chen Mu's body, stretched out his hand, and then stopped in mid-air.

That hand was shaking violently.

"Chen Mu..."

Some of the apprentices lowered their heads.

Some people even got red-eyed.

The middle-aged man shouted sternly, "What are you all doing? Don't you need to see a doctor? Go back!"

Nobody moved.

Ning Che finally understood.

Not everyone at Huichuntang is heartless; it's just that the one speaking to him doesn't.

He looked at Elder Qian: "Who is this medicine for?"

Old Qian opened his mouth, first glancing at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Old Qian, have you thought this through? You're still receiving your wages from Huichuntang."

Mr. Qian fell silent.

Ning Che raised his left hand and pressed it against the Crescent Moon Blade at his waist.

He didn't draw his sword, he just held it down.

"Let me remind you as well," Ning Che said, looking at the middle-aged man. "I just came back from the Rat Swamp. I killed four Rank 8 Rat Demons, so I'm a bit badly injured. I also inhaled too much miasma, so my mind isn't quite clear right now."

The middle-aged man's face stiffened.

Lin Ye grinned: "He's usually quite reasonable, but maybe not today. As for me—I'm never reasonable!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than he had already torn down the door of Huichuntang with his bare hands, causing a gasp of surprise.

Lin Caiwei stood by the door, looking up at the plaque in the hall. It read: "Rejuvenating and Saving the World".

She looked at it for a while, then asked, "Is that true?"

No one answered; only Qian Lao suddenly sighed.

"It's for his master."

Ning Che turned his head: "Chen Mu's master?"

"Song Changgeng, the former resident physician of Huichuntang."

Old Qian lowered his voice: "Chen Mu was his adopted apprentice. When that child first came, he was only as tall as my waist and was incredibly thin. Mr. Song taught him to read, to identify medicines, and to say that a doctor should first look at the person and then examine the illness."

Zhao He was stunned.

He had never heard Chen Mu mention these things.

Chen Mu was always carrying a book and didn't talk much. It turned out that he wasn't just pretending to be refined; someone was genuinely teaching him to be a scholar.

The middle-aged man angrily shouted, "Old Qian!"

Mr. Qian raised his head: "I'm old, but I'm still hard of hearing, so there's no need to shout."

Having said that, he paid no further attention and continued, "Three years ago, someone from the Shi family sent us a boy who was gathering herbs. His leg was broken, and he had whip marks on his body. The Shi family steward said that the boy had stolen the herbs and that we should keep him alive while they took him back to deal with him."

Shijiazhuang.

Ning Che's eyes flickered slightly.

This world is so small, it's disgustingly small.

Lin Ye also looked over.

Old Qian said, "Mr. Song refused. He set the child's bones, prescribed medicine, and even reported it to the authorities. Later, the officials didn't come, but people from the Shi family did."

The middle-aged man sneered, "Old Qian, don't leave things unsaid. That boy was originally from the Shi family's medicinal herb field. He stole some herbs; what's wrong with them disciplining their own servant?"

Old Qian stared at him: "He made a mistake. The mistake was that the child was only nine years old. The mistake was that he stole the hemostatic powder to save his mother."

The middle-aged man's face darkened: "Huichuntang is not a charitable institution. Song Changgeng didn't know the rules, causing the Shi family to cut off our medicine supply for three months. If my brother hadn't stepped in to apologize, Huichuntang would have closed down long ago."

"So you kicked Mr. Song out to the backyard."

Ning Che said.

Old Qian nodded: "Mr. Song's meridians were injured by the Shi family, his right leg is crippled, and his hands are shaking, so he can no longer receive acupuncture. The head of the hall said he's getting senile and told him to recuperate."

"Where is Chen Mu?"

"Chen Mu knelt in front of the Shi family's house for three days, demanding an explanation." Old Qian closed his eyes. "After he returned, he was expelled from the party."

Zhao He's hand gripping the knife trembled violently: "Expelled? Then why does he still claim to be from Huichuntang?"

Mr. Qian looked at Chen Mu: "Because Mr. Song is still here."

A sudden gust of wind rose outside the hall.

The smell of the medicine had dissipated somewhat from the wind.

Ning Che looked down at the medicine bag in Chen Mu's arms.

No wonder Chen Mu always carries herbs with him.

No wonder he still collected these things even though he had become the mountain guardian.

He wasn't preparing anything for himself; he was extending the life of the old man who raised him.

The middle-aged man said coldly, "Have you said enough? If you have, carry him away. Song Changgeng is just a cripple now; seeing him is useless."

Ning Che looked at the middle-aged man: "What's your name?"

The middle-aged man raised his chin: "The current head of Huichuntang is Zhou Huaili."

"Huai Li?"

Lin Ye clicked his tongue: "You're quite rude."

Zhou Huaili angrily said, "Even the mountain guardian cannot insult me ​​at will. Feihu City has its own rules."

"What a coincidence."

Ning Che took out a thin book from his pocket.

It's that book, "Essentials of Basic Array Formation Techniques".

The pages were wrinkled from being soaked in mud and water, and the edges were stuck together. He turned the pages slowly with one hand, and Zhao He came up to help him.

Ning Che turned to the page with bits of grass stuck in it.

There was a folded piece of paper inside.

This is what he found when he was collecting Chen Mu's body.

I didn't have time to watch it then.

Now is just right.

Zhao He unfolded the paper, and the more he read, the paler his face became.

"read."

Ning Che said.

Zhao He's throat bobbed, his voice low and hoarse:

"Master, I've been patrolling the Rat Swamp this month, and the miasma is quite severe. I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the city on time. I've prepared the medicine and entrusted someone to deliver it to Elder Qian. Master, don't worry. I recently acquired a book on array formations. If I can grasp the basics, I might be able to set up a small Yuan Gathering Array to help you nourish your meridians..."

He couldn't continue reading.

Old Qian wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

Several apprentice doctors in the hall also turned their heads away.

Zhou Huaili's face darkened completely.