Zhuo Yidao's house has a high platform, a medicine furnace and a study. People with status as him have Taoist boys to accompany him.

When he was not here, the Taoist boy could not enter his room at will, and guarded him on the front porch.

Xiaoxiao walked to the steps and talked to the little Taoist priest. Xie Xuan took the opportunity to climb into the window and heard Xiaoxiao say outside, "Is Senior Brother Zhuo here?"

The Taoist boy bowed and replied: "When you say to Master, Master will review the scrolls in the Sanqing Hall. I am afraid I won't come back tonight. What's wrong with Master? Just tell me."

Xiaoxiao is beautiful and young. This little Taoist boy has never been crowned. In fact, he is about the same age as Xiaoxiao. He stands with his hands respectfully.

The hem of the little shirt was slightly raised, and two small paper men came out from under her sleeve, carrying a yellow talisman in her hand.

Xiaoxiao looked directly at the Taoist boy: "I'm here to thank Senior Brother Zhuo. I heard that the third competition is alchemy, so I want to ask Senior Brother Zhuo for advice."

These two sentences have been practiced with Xie Xuan for a long time.

Whenever there is a competition, there will always be someone coming to Zhuo Yidao to find out the topic, especially the alchemy. The little Taoist boy has nothing to doubt, so he said to Xiaoxiao: "You should come again tomorrow," said Mr. Wu."

Xiaoxiao nodded slightly: "Thank you."

The little paper man patted the yellow talisman behind the Taoist boy. As soon as Xiaoxiao turned around, he became sleepy, yawned, and fell asleep in the corridor.

Xie Xuan saw the Taoist boy falling asleep through the window, and the fire broke down, and the room suddenly lit up.

He leaned his toes and walked to Zhuo Yidao's desk. He saw that the table was covered with prescriptions. He carefully opened the drawer and saw a stack of yellow paper inside.

Xie Xuan raised his eyebrows, and this was Zhuo Yidao's letter in the middle of the mountain.

He wrote this stack of letters, five or six long sentences and three or four short sentences, all letters asking for medicinal materials. The more they were placed on it, the more they needed.

Xie Xuan is very knowledgeable about medical principles, and most of the bruises and injuries in the countryside are caused by bruises and injuries. He recognized that some of the medicinal materials are specially used to stop bleeding and remove blood stasis.

There are also some ginseng Ganoderma lucidum, and they can’t tell what it means. Could it be that Zhuo Yidao is doing business with the medicinal materials shop in Beijing?

Xie Xuan grinned, put the yellow paper back into the drawer, lit the candle and checked carefully to see if there was a secret wall under the table.

The doors and windows in the house were closed tightly, and Xie Xuan supported himself with a gust of wind until now. The gust of wind scattered everywhere. He almost couldn't stand steadily and whispered to the window, "Blow the wind in."

The wind scattered the soles of my feet, my body slipped, and my face almost touched the floor.

Xiaoxiao opened the window edge and fanned it in with her clothes. When Xie Xuan almost fell, he almost stabilized again.

The tip of the nose faces the floor, and the ban will be triggered in the slightest.

He exclaimed and was about to stand up when he saw that the talisman on the floor was darker and the edges of the two gratings were grinding. It would be very difficult to see if he hadn't stared at it carefully.

The master likes to hide things under the stone slabs. He often goes out for a few days. There is a stone pot hidden under the stone slab in the room, and there is a copper slab inside, which is their entire wealth.

They once agreed that they would stuff their spare money into the clay pot. Before the New Year, they would take out the clay pot and smash it, and use the money inside to buy New Year's goods.

The clay pot was only a small mouthful, and it could enter but not exit, but the master secretly used a hook to chew money from it to buy wine.

One year during the Chinese New Year, there were only about twenty copper plates in the canned pot, which was not enough to buy candy and oil. Although Xiaoxiao was not noisy, she cried. The master led her to pile up a row of small snowmen in the yard, and she became happy.

Could it be... the two brothers have a problem, both of whom love to hide things underground?

Xie Xuan took out the dagger, followed the edge, pried into the crack of the wooden board, and floated the wooden board up as soon as it loosened slightly. He saw that there was indeed a secret wall underground, with a wooden box inside.

A painting was rolled up in the wooden box. Xie Xuan held the painting in his hand, put the wooden box back to its original place, and sneaked out.

Xie Xuan hid the painting in his arms and flew out of the window. The little paper man took off the talisman on the Taoist boy and hid it in the shade of the tree waiting for the paper crane to pick them up.

Xie Xuan went back to the house and lit the lights and spread the paper: "This thing is hidden so tightly, it must be an important thing."

Xiaoxiao also came forward and spread it out and saw that it turned out to be a map.

It is painted with capital cities and various prefectures, prefectures, towns and counties. Occasionally, a few traces are drawn on the place names, and the ink color is already very light.

Xiaoxiao looked at it for half a day but couldn't see anything. Xie Xuan repeatedly said the place name and suddenly understood: "This is the place we have been to!"

Xiaoxiao couldn't remember it clearly, but Xie Xuan remembered it very clearly. The master carried him in a bamboo basket. When Xiaoxiao had him, Xiaoxiao was lying in the bamboo basket.

Sometimes they can’t even find a place to sleep, and they sleep in the open.

It was later that he settled in the village. The place was full of mountains, poor and barren. Xie Xuan didn't like it very much and asked his master why he didn't stay in another village and settle in another village.

The master just smiled.

Xie Xuan recognized the name very early, and he didn't remember most of the cities. He still remembered a few. When he checked it, he said that Zhuo Yidao had always known where they had been.

Zhuo Yidao returned to the room and saw his little apprentice sleeping in the corridor, and patted his back.

The hands were filled with dew in the mountains. He had obviously had slept for a long time. Zhuo called him: "Atractylodes? Why did you sleep here?"

Atractylodes rubbed his eyes: "Master, I don't know why my disciple is so sleepy. I want to close my eyes and take a break, but I didn't expect to fall asleep like that."

Zhuo frowned and pushed the door into the house.

He is a medicine practitioner with a very smart nose. He knew that someone had come in as soon as he heard it.

Bai Zhu followed behind him and Zhuo Yidao asked: "Who has been there when I am not here?"

Bai Shu said: "Uncle Third Master has sent someone here, and Master Sang has also come, but he stayed for a while and left again. Uncle Third Master Sang didn't know what was going on. Master Sang wanted to ask Master for advice on alchemy."

Zhuo Yi's face was as deep as water, and his sleeves were whispered: "You go, close the door."

As soon as the door was closed, he opened the wooden grating and took out the wooden box from it. Just as he was about to open the lid, he heard the voice of Atractylodes: "Uncle Third Master is here, Master has just returned."

Zhuo Yidao frowned, put the wooden box back, filled the grating, and sat upright at the table.

Atractylodes knocked on the door: "Master, the third uncle is here to visit."

"Please come in."

Bai Zhu pushed the door and invited Yiyang Zhenren into the house, and presented fragrant tea and snacks. Seeing that the two looked solemn, they stepped out.

I Yang Zhenren was not polite and said straight to the point: "Did Master tell the senior brother if you have any instructions for those two disciples?"

Zhuo Yidao held the teacup in his hand and smiled slightly: "Second junior brother, come to my medicine stove, I don't know if the tea here is up to you."

The face of Yiyang Zhenren froze. Since that incident happened, the brothers and brothers were very suspicious of Zhuo Yidao.

The disciple who watched the furnace in the outer sect was able to steal the master's secretary. If there was no internal cooperation, who would believe that Zhuo Yidao was acting like a senior brother and did this.

There was a quarrel that day, but the master believed in him for some reason and even handed over the big and small affairs of the country to him.

It’s just that the friendship between the brothers and brothers is hard to repair.

Yiyang Zhenren coughed: "Senior brother is joking."

His years of hard work in business, if it weren't for the idiot Xiao Guangfu, who would have provoked anyone, he would have provoked Master Yuxu's apprentice and disturbed Emperor Zhenwu's Christmas.

This incident happened to the master, and even he was punished. "The disciples are not strict, and they are rampant." This made Yi Yang Zhen even unable to raise his head.

It would be fine if he was punished alone. Yiyang Temple was in full bloom outside, and how much oil and water flowed into his pocket every year. If Zhiguan's responsibilities were handed over to other brothers, wouldn't he be a wedding dress for others in vain over the years?

Zhuo Yidao looked at the face of Yiyang Zhenren: "Master Yuxu only has these two disciples, and the master is an elder, how could he not take care of them?"

The Master Yiyang was very early in the process. Master and Master Yuxu were incompatible. He had known for a long time. He heard Zhuo Yidao say this and didn't believe it in his heart: "Master hasn't even met these two people, so why are you talking about taking care of me?"

It was just a verbal statement, afraid that outsiders would discuss it, and that he would not even take care of his disciples from the same sect.

Yiyang Zhenren was the second standing competition. He came to the medicine furnace at this time. First, he asked about Xiao Guangfu's affairs and how his master would deal with it; second, he was to find out where Xie Xuan was in the master's heart.

"My disobedient disciple, causing such a thing to ruin the reputation of Ziwei Palace, but he has a master-disciple relationship with me for decades. I wonder what the master wants to deal with him?"

Zhuo Yidao knew why the true man Yiyang came: "Master is doing it impartially. If there are any accounts of all Taoist temples and those who do not preach diligently will be dismissed from their posts."

Yiyang Zhenren's face shook, and the master actually wanted to start a remedy.

He took out a small box from his sleeve and opened the lid: "This is a Nine-Turn Great Return to the Golden Pill I got by chance."

Zhuo Yidao immediately looked at it. It was extremely difficult to refine the Jiuyou Jindan, but it was passed down by his ancestors. No one has refined it for many years. He wanted to try it in his early years, but he had burst the Bagua Furnace, but he failed.

Yiyang Zhenren covered the box and looked gloomy: "The sword is given to heroes, flowers are matched with beauty, and the art of alchemy is no one is more proficient than the senior brother, so naturally he should give it to the senior brother."

As he said that, he put the wooden box on the table: "I would like to ask my senior brother to say a few good words for me."

He stood up and brushed his robe. When he was about to go out, Zhuo Yidao shouted: "Take this back." He stuffed the box into Yiyang Zhenren's hand.

True Man Yiyang grabbed the wooden box, turned his head to leave, and turned around and said, "Senior Brother, don't be too alone in life."

Atractylodes stood in the corridor and didn't even dare to show off. Seeing that the master's face was normal, he went into the room to clean up the teacup.

Zhuo Yidao closed the door again, opened the grille, took out the wooden box, and saw the map lying peacefully inside, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It turned out that Xie Xuan returned the map one step earlier.

Neither of them fell asleep at night, and Xiaoxiao put on Xie Xuan's pillow: "Is he a good person or a bad person?"

He said he was an enemy, and he concealed his master's traces over the years. But he said he was a friend, and he never defended his master.

The purest and most good people in the world have pure and pure energy, while the evil people have black clouds above their heads. Both of these people are extremely rare.

Most people’s five aggregates are confused and chaotic because good and evil are difficult to determine. Wicked people will do good and good people will do evil. Zhuo Yidao’s five aggregates is gray.

Xie Xuan patted his little head: "Don't be stupid. He must have been afraid that his master will come back to complain. Of course, he must know his whereabouts and let his master escape, so no one will expose him!"

Xiaoxiao turned over, put her arm on Xie Xuan's waist, and rubbed her face against his chest.

Xie Xuan froze suddenly and wanted to sit up in a hurry, but he couldn't move. He lay straight and smelled the fragrance of green grass and trees on his body, and felt refreshed.

Just as he reached out his hand to tentatively put it on her shoulder, he sat up with a small bone, but Xie Xuan thought that his little thought had been discovered: "What's wrong?"

"Where did Doudou go?"

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