Before the sky was completely bright, the east sun showed a nod. The air was very cool. The old medicines in the medicine garden were covered with an inauspicious fragrance of medicine, and crystal dewdrops swayed gently on the branches and leaves of the medicine.

An elegant bamboo building stands among the bushes. This bamboo building is not simple, but not luxurious. On the bamboo building is standing, a young man in white robe. The young man closed his eyes and stood still, as if he was thinking about something. It was not until a quarter of an hour later that the young man opened his eyes, and his smart eyes were full of joy.

After taking a deep breath, the boy in the white robe exhaled a heavy breath of turbid air and moaned comfortably. The boy in the white robe was no one else, but Han Ming, who was temporarily living in the Zhu family.

Han Ming has been practicing the nameless magic tricks in his body for several months. Once, he accidentally now the moment the sun just rose to the east, it is much easier to practice the nameless magic tricks than other moments. Han Ming guessed that this is the legendary purple qi rising eastward.

After that, Han Ming must have gotten up early every day, waiting for the moment when the sun rises, and then began to practice. This Japanese and Han Ming began to practice as usual, but the cool gas in his body grew a lot for some reason, and he had to catch up with the results of his past few days of cultivation. Although for some reason, he was still very happy!

Han Ming walked back to the room decisively, sat on the bed and began to practice the nameless magic technique, but to his disappointment, practicing again at this time did not have much effect.

"Oh, with this degree, when will it take to achieve something?" Han Ming sighed helplessly.

After a moment of disappointment, Han Ming forced himself to cheer up. He shook his head vigorously and threw some bad thoughts behind his head. He got up to tidy up his clothes, turned around and left the room, and then stepped on the bamboo ladder to go down the bamboo building.

Not far away, some sounds came from a bamboo forest from time to time, and the sound was neither loud nor small. Han Ming was immediately aroused of curiosity because there were fewer people here. According to Senior Brother Qi, Mr. Hua did not like the excitement and did not need any maids or guards.

"Is it not that Brother Qi, he got up so early, why did he do it?" Han Ming said to himself, while he raised his foot and walked towards the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest was covered with purple bamboos thicker than arms, and the thick fallen leaves were more than a foot deep. Han Mingshen approached the source of the sound with one foot shallower and one foot.

Even though the sun has completely risen, the sun has not penetrated the heavy bamboo leaves, resulting in a bit of darkness here.

There is an open space in the middle of the bamboo forest. The fallen leaves on the open space are obviously much less than the fallen leaves under Han Ming's feet. There is only a shallow layer, and there is a person sitting in the middle of the open space.

The man sitting in the open space in the bamboo forest was wearing green clothes, his long head was neatly tied behind his head, and he was holding a three-foot-long wooden sword in his hand.

Han Ming recognized that the man was Senior Brother Qi. He looked at the dark green clothes on Senior Brother Qi and wondered in his heart that Senior Brother Qi's name is Qi Baiyi, but why did he always wear green clothes?

Senior Brother Qi slowly stood up, closed his eyes and grabbed the wooden sword beside him and started dancing. His movements were integrated, and his moves were extremely gorgeous, but they were just too slow. He took five or six breaths to play one move. If he really started fighting, he would probably have been killed dozens of times before he finished playing one move.

Suddenly, the gust of wind blew, causing more than a dozen bamboo leaves to fall down. Senior Brother Qi's body, dancing among the bamboo leaves, looked more leisurely, not like he was dancing with a sword, but like he was dancing.

Senior Brother Qi practiced for a while before putting away the sword, then turned around and smiled slightly at Han Ming: "I got up quite early."

"Ah, Senior Brother Qi got up earlier." Han Ming scratched his head and smiled silly at Senior Brother Qi.

"There will be a servant to deliver food to you soon. I'll go back to the bamboo building with you." Senior Brother Qi put the sword behind his arm and smiled slightly at Han Ming.

Han Ming obediently followed Senior Brother Qi back, but Han Ming immediately found a strange thing. Senior Brother Qi was walking in this bamboo forest full of fallen leaves, and it was not like walking on thick fallen leaves at all!

Han Ming looked down and looked around but there was no footprint left by Senior Brother Qi. At this time, he was a little shocked. Why did Senior Brother Qi walk so lightly!

"Senior Brother Qi! Are you good at light skills? Why don't you have footprints!" Han Ming asked in disbelief.

"Light skill? You know a little." Senior Brother Qi smiled gently.

"Can you teach me?" Han Ming looked at Senior Brother Qi with some anticipation. If he could master this kind of light skills, it would be much easier to travel east in the future.

"It's not yet time for you to practice martial arts, and you will have good martial arts in the future. The Zhu family's most lacking is martial arts secrets!" Senior Brother Qi refused without any thoughts.

Senior Brother Qi seemed to think of something while he spoke, and his bloodless face turned pale. At this time, there seemed to be a sense of sadness in his eyes, but this sadness just flashed by and was replaced by a firm look in a flash.

Han Ming looked at Senior Brother Qi's paler expression, and suddenly he thought that Senior Brother Qi's sick look was related to his martial arts. He was so scared that he shut up and stopped talking about learning Kung Fu. He didn't want to become Senior Brother Qi because of practicing Kung Fu.

Then Han Ming closed his mouth and followed Senior Brother Qi honestly back to the bamboo building. After eating some food sent by the little maid, he started wandering around, but he never left the bamboo building too far.

Later, Ping'er came and brought some snacks, saying that it was sent by the young master. Ping'er didn't stay for long, but just gave Han Ming a few words and left.

Senior Brother Qi was invited away after dinner, saying that more than a dozen guards of the Chi family went out and were infected with strange poisons, and their lives were hanging on the line. The Chi family doctor was helpless and had to come and ask the doctors of the Zhu family to help.

Han Ming had nothing to do after Senior Brother Qi left, so he was bored and simply went back to the room to practice the nameless oral verbal trauma.

As soon as he practiced, he forgot the time. Before he knew it, it was almost noon. It was not until the maid who delivered the food called softly downstairs that he stopped practicing. After dinner, Han Ming looked up at the sky. It was almost the time required by Mr. Hua. He touched his nose, raised his legs and walked towards Mr. Hua's cave.

"Han Ming asked to see Mr. Hua." Han Ming bent over and bowed to his face as Senior Brother Qi yesterday.

"Come in." Aging voice came into Han Ming's ears, and as the sound rang, the two stone doors on the stone wall slowly opened, revealing a small gap.

Han Ming did not feel scared when he walked into the stone door again. Although he was still a little unnatural now, it was much better than before.

"How is it, have you thought about it? I'm willing to help me." Mr. Hua looked at Han Ming with a kind expression with a smile.

Han Ming would no longer be deceived by Mr. Hua's expression. He thought that Mr. Hua was really a kind-hearted old man. Yesterday he was tortured by this old man. The biting pain is still fresh in memory.

"I thought about it, Mr. Hua cannot repay his life-saving grace. If he has the opportunity to repay this kindness, Han Ming will naturally do his best." Han Ming said respectfully.

"Okay, kneel down and become a disciple." Old Hua couldn't help but smile when he looked at Han Ming's respectful look.

Han Ming was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then he realized that he knelt down without hesitation and gave a big gift, and shouted: "Master Hua is here, please pay homage to disciple Han Ming."

"Haha, it's not bad, get up." Mr. Hua stroked his beard floating on his chest and smiled loudly.

"Don't worry, being my apprentice is not a bad thing. Yesterday my waist card and you were my token. You are still treated not inferior to those young masters in this Zhuchi Garden. You have what the young masters have, and you can have what the young masters don't have, so you can have it!" Mr. Hua smiled again, and his face showed kindness.

"Thank you, Master Hua, for giving the waist card, I am so grateful to you." Han Ming couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. Han Ming could still guess the treatment of the young masters of the Zhu Chi family through Zhu Yiwen. If he really had such a status, then his activities in Zhu Chi Garden will be much more convenient in the future.

"Don't be grateful first, you will naturally know the benefits of being my disciple in the future, but these benefits are not for nothing. This Cecilia Cheaper's blood poison is not easy to solve." Old Hua looked at Han Ming with a smile. Han Ming felt a flash of green in Old Hua's eyes.

"There is a precious medicinal material called Cypress Tree. A plant called Cypress is likely to grow on it a hundred years after Cypress Tree is buried several feet deep underground. The Cypress Tree is the source of Cecilia officinalis' blood poison." The kindness on Mr. Hua's face disappeared, and was replaced by a expressionless face.

Han Ming listened carefully to the origin of the Cecilia officinalis blood poison and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this poison would take hundreds of years to grow. It is probably very toxic and difficult to resolve.

"If you simply take the blood zhi, you can still solve it. After all, this blood zhi is as famous as the poison of the poisonous emperor grass in you. But if this blood zhi is artificially modulated, then the change will be great. I have been helpless for decades," Mr. Hua sighed silently.

"I wonder what kind of help my disciple can help?" Han Ming was a little confused. He didn't know what role he needed to play in detoxification.

"The blood poison of Cecilia officinalis is not only difficult to remove, it will also be passed on to descendants. When the poisoned person is over 20 years old, he faints for eight years, and finally dies of consciousness and dies from generation to generation." Old Hua seemed to remember something, and another green flash in his eyes, the kindness on his face disappeared completely, and the rest of his face was cold.

"Your senior brother was also infected with this poison. When he was young, he fed it with medicine and food every day. After four years of feeding, it did not have any effect. This poison is extremely difficult to relieve, and you may have to bear a lot of it." As Mr. Hua said, he could see green in his eyes, and his face became colder.

"What? Zhu, senior brother, he was also poisoned?" Although Han Ming had long speculated, he was still a little shocked when he heard Mr. Hua admit it in person.

"Yes, I can't help him even if I use all my skills. If he can't detoxify the poison, he will only have a lifespan of more than ten years." Old Hua closed his eyes and sighed leisurely.

"This, the disciple will do his best to help Master relieve this poison." Han Ming bowed again, but this time he really wanted to help Mr. Hua remove the poison. After all, this was related to Zhu Yiwen's life. Han Ming still couldn't watch Zhu Yiwen die without saving him. He saw Zhu Yiwen's careful care this month.

When Mr. Hua saw Han Ming slumping to the ground, he couldn't help but smile, as if he was very satisfied with Han Ming's actions, and the green in his eyes also receded a lot.

"I don't know what the disciple should do, so please give me advice." Han Ming said respectfully again.

Han Ming showed that as long as Old Hua's eyes shone green, the old man's temper was much more irritable and easily got angry. Han Ming was still very cognitive, and he was unwilling to suffer some flesh and blood for no reason.

"Don't worry about this. You must practice your internal strength first and prepare for future detoxification. From now on, you can practice martial arts with the young masters of the Zhu family." Veteran Hua threw a not-so-huge book to Han Ming and said lightly.

Han Ming took the secret book and felt excited, as if he had found a treasure in his arms.

"I guess you know your senior brother's identity. Don't tell him about the poison in his body. Okay, you can step down." After saying that, Mr. Hua closed his eyes again, as if he was thinking about something.
Chapter completed!