Jifeng caught Qingzhu, who was a promising contestant from the Qing generation. How could he be excluded from special tutoring? However, considering his relationship with Fengluan, Jifeng felt it was necessary to give him a few words of caution. Friendship was friendship, but when it came to the competition, he couldn't hold back.
Hearing the underlying meaning in his Martial Uncle's words, Qingzhu felt the other party was overestimating him. Hold back? His medical skills were nowhere near the same level as Junior Martial Uncle's. Even if he went all out, he wouldn't be able to catch up, let alone hold back.
Qingzhu hesitated, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't. Facts spoke louder than words. No matter what he said now, they probably wouldn't believe him. So, Qingzhu nodded and promised, "Don't worry, I'll go all out."
In case he got beaten too badly!
"Good, good. Among these disciples of the Qing generation, you have the best talent and the best character. Keep up the good work. Martial Uncle is optimistic about you."
Hearing Qingzhu's promise, Jifeng was overjoyed. He patted his shoulder and praised him for a long time. No wonder he was a standout among the Qing generation; his mindset and awareness were so high. He thought he would have to use emotional appeals and logical reasoning to get him to agree to 'deal with' his savior with all his might.
Qingzhu kept a blank face, his lips twitching slightly.
You're celebrating too early!
"Come, come, your Martial Uncle is inside. Hurry up and go in!" Jifeng stopped sighing and pushed him into the house. His senior brother couldn't resist his persistent requests and agreed to answer questions for these young disciples. If Qingzhu hadn't returned, he would have considered secretly going to the Second Peak to grab someone.
Qingzhu was pushed into the house. Seeing it was Qingzhu, Ji Cheng nodded at him.
After returning the禮, Qingzhu found a corner and sat down.
"Come sit in the front."
Ji Cheng beckoned.
One page of the Wan Cao Ji was copied into dozens of parts and distributed to everyone. At this moment, everyone was studying intently. Hearing their master (Martial Uncle's) voice, they finally noticed Qingzhu.
Qing Ning raised her eyebrows at him.
Qingzhu pretended not to see it and, following Ji Cheng's words, sat next to Qing Ning.
Qing Ning handed him a document.
Qingzhu thanked her.
Qing Ning tutted. Why was this guy still like this?
Qingzhu looked down at the document in his hand. The document introduced the medicinal properties of Shu Ya Grass and a prescription with Shu Ya Grass as the main ingredient. Of course, it also included drugs that were compatible and incompatible with it, as well as related prescriptions, medicinal properties, efficacy, and types of drugs, and so on. One herb could lead to countless knowledge points, and the Wan Cao Ji introduced a total of ten thousand medicinal herbs.
Shu Ya Grass was considered an appetizer, but even so, it was enough to overwhelm everyone's minds.
Qingzhu looked at the document in his hand, was silent for two seconds, and then looked up at Ji Cheng and said, "Martial Uncle, are there any others?"
Qing Ning raised her head again.
What did that mean? Was he opening the book? Was one Shu Ya Grass not enough for him to study? Did he want more herbs? People shouldn't, at least not like this!
Are you showing off your brain capacity here?
Ji Cheng understood Qingzhu and knew he wasn't a restless child. His question now was definitely not out of greed for more knowledge, but must be for one reason: "Have you already understood the medicinal properties of Shu Ya Grass?"
Qingzhu nodded. "I learned from Junior Martial Uncle... from Junior Martial Uncle Fengluan."
"Fengluan?"
Ji Cheng nodded!
"What do you think of her medical skills?"
"I am ashamed to be inferior!"
Ji Cheng pondered for a moment and then stood up. "Alright, that's all for today."
Everyone: "……?"
What? We just started!
"Qingzhu, come with me!"
Ji Cheng called Qingzhu to leave with him.
"No, Master (Martial Uncle)..."
Everyone was dumbfounded. Had the intensive training ended as soon as it began? If so, did they not need to study the Wan Cao Ji anymore?
Qing Ning folded the paper in her hand several times and then tucked it into her怀. Seeing that her Martial Uncle had already taken Qingzhu and disappeared, she waved to her juniors and seniors behind her. "Everyone, I declare the intensive training team disbanded!"
With that, she ran off first.
Qing Ning returned to her room. Before her butt could even touch the stool, the door was pushed open forcefully. Jifeng saw Qing Ning inside, and his eyebrows shot up in anger. He rushed into the room, grabbed Qing Ning's head, and reprimanded her with disappointment. "I knew that sneaky figure looked familiar. It really is you. Well done, you slipped out right after I left. How could I have taken in such a troublesome person like you? Look at Qingzhu, he's so talented and so hardworking, and then look at you! I finally coaxed... no, I finally persuaded my senior brother to teach you, and you still dare to skip class, I..."
"Master, Master, I didn't skip class. It was Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle who told us to disperse!"
Seeing that a slap was about to land on her head, Qing Ning quickly explained. Master also overestimated her. With Martial Uncle here, how would she dare to skip class!
"You're talking nonsense!"
"It's true, it's true. If you don't believe me, go and see!"
Qing Ning was about to swear an oath. Seeing her sincere words, Jifeng believed her a little. He let go, and Qing Ning scurried to the bedside, creating distance between them.
Jifeng raised his eyebrows and tutted with disdain.
"What's going on?"
He asked.
Qing Ning told Jifeng the conversation between Martial Uncle and Qingzhu before Martial Uncle left. Hearing Qingzhu's praise and admiration for Fengluan from Qing Ning's mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his back molars.
Qingzhu can't win either?
Then they really don't need special tutoring!
"Do you think Qingzhu exaggerated?" After all, that person was his savior.
Qing Ning shook her head. "Qingzhu wouldn't!"
From her understanding of Qingzhu, he would never lie about such things.
So the reason Qingzhu promised to go all out before was because he couldn't possibly win?
Jifeng felt his teeth hurt even more!
Is there still hope for the Qing generation? Or should the Ji generation just go up!
"Master, then I..."
Seeing that Jifeng's anger had subsided, Qing Ning tentatively asked, but before she could finish, Jifeng cut her off. "What are you saying? Continue studying the medicinal properties and prescriptions of Shu Ya Grass. I'll be back to check later. If I'm not satisfied, I won't give you any food tonight!"
Qing Ning: "..."
Damn it!
After Jifeng came out of his disciple's room, he went straight to Ji Cheng's room.
"Senior Brother..."
Jifeng pushed open the door. Ji Cheng and Qingzhu looked up simultaneously, their four eyes all looking at him.
Ji Cheng frowned and began to reprimand, "What kind of behavior is this, rushing around like this?"
"Senior Brother, Qingzhu is still here!"
Jifeng gestured that there were juniors present and he should save some face for him as an elder. Ji Cheng's brow furrowed into a character resembling '川', but he didn't reprimand further. Instead, he asked, "Why are you in such a hurry? Is something wrong?"
Jifeng closed the door behind him. He glanced at Qingzhu. After all, Qingzhu was from their Third Peak, so there was no need to be evasive about some things. Besides, there was nothing to be evasive about.
"Senior Brother, are you giving up on treatment? If you don't think of a way to quickly improve the skills of those brats!"
Ji Cheng was speechless. Did you even hear what nonsense you're talking about? If he had this ability, the Valley Master would surely bestow upon him an Elder's Jade Token!