In the sky, Chai Shao rode the Black Dragon, which he had managed to coax from Li Xiuning, enjoying the thrill of being a dragon rider.
Suddenly, seeing Fang Er fly to his level without any external aid, he quickly urged the Black Dragon to pursue him.
"Son-in-law, wait for this old man!"
He shouted loudly at Fang Er as he chased.
Just then, a dazzling beam of light rose from the ground and appeared directly in front of Chai Shao and the Black Dragon.
"Beee... by.........!"
The Black Dragon was startled, but the forward momentum prevented her from stopping. She could only instinctively dodge to the side.
Thus, Chai Shao watched the ball of light getting closer and closer...
"Damn it all!"
"In broad daylight, which idiot is setting off fireworks..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, the ball of light exploded less than two meters in front of him!
Smoke enveloped him, and after a gentle breeze, his figure reappeared.
His old face was blackened, his hair was curled, and wisps of white smoke rose from it; he looked truly disheveled.
"Down!"
He patted the Black Dragon twice on its body and pointed at the ground, giving a command.
Xi Tong had long since taught the Black Dragons commands like "up," "down," "left," and "right," and the one beneath him was no exception.
The dragon swooped down, rapidly descending towards the ground.
Chai Shao's gaze was fixed below. He saw someone!
Someone he had been constantly wary of and couldn't escape!
"Bang!"
When the Black Dragon descended to within three to five meters of the ground, Chai Shao jumped off directly.
Yuan Tiangang had just fired the signal flare and was still focused on Fang Er. Startled by someone suddenly descending from the sky and landing in front of him, he quickly retreated several steps.
"Good heavens!"
"Where did this black ghost come from!"
"Witness my miraculous demon-conquering!"
Yuan Tiangang, seeing Chai Shao's blackened appearance, couldn't recognize him. As he spoke, he reached into his pocket.
Hearing Yuan Tiangang's words, Chai Shao's anger intensified even further. He lunged forward and grabbed Yuan Tiangang by his collar.
"Yuan Tiangang!"
"I'll curse your eight generations of ancestors!"
"If I'm not mistaken, you were the one who set off that firework just now!"
"And calling me a black ghost? I'll black your grandpa!"
"Tell me yourself, how many times have you messed with me like this?!"
"What, are you targeting only me for the rest of your life?!"
The first time, he was just sitting at home when a rocket directly landed in his arms.
The second time, he was sleeping in a brothel when another rocket landed between his legs.
This was the third time!
Chai Shao believed it was a miracle that he was still alive.
As his words fell, his fist, the size of a sandbag, made intimate contact with Yuan Tiangang's eye socket.
"Bang!"
"Ouch!"
Yuan Tiangang was stunned. Hearing Chai Shao's voice, he finally recognized the person.
The signal flare just now...
Sun Simiao, standing nearby, twitched his mouth twice, then moved far away.
He shook his head and mumbled, taking out his needle pouch from his懷. Looking at the row of glittering silver needles within, he pondered which one would be most convenient to use for saving someone later.
Fang Er had not flown far when he saw Chai Shao charging down on the Black Dragon, then getting into a scuffle with Yuan Tiangang. He quickly descended and ran towards them.
"Hey, hey, hey, let's talk it out, what's with this..."
"Pfft..."
Just as he was about to mediate, he saw Chai Shao's pitch-black face and couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Chai Shao glared at him and immediately cursed, "Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh at your grandpa!"
Fang Er: ...
It was better when the old man didn't speak. His current expression was like that of the little black person in the internet memes of later generations...
On his blackened face, three white spots remained, highlighting his eyes and teeth...
It was quite comical!
Seeing Fang Er approach, Sun Simiao put away his needle pouch.
With a face full of curiosity, he took Fang Er's arm and walked aside, asking intimately.
"Young friend, were you flying on a sword just now?"
Fang Er looked back with some unease.
Given his father-in-law's current temper, would he beat Yuan Tiangang to death?
Sun Simiao waved his hand casually.
"Don't worry, that old fellow is not destined to die. At most, he'll be beaten into a state where he can't care for himself. Later, I'll have the Duke of Qiao compensate him with two maids to serve him."
"Quickly, tell me, how did you manage to fly on a sword just now?"
Fang Er: ...
Yuan Sheng's cries were incessant behind him, while Tiangang was distressed, and Chai Shao was angry!
Shaking his head helplessly, he casually handed over the one-and-a-half-meter-long sword from his back.
The material of the Dragon Scale Sword determined that it was not as heavy as a metal sword. Holding it, it felt only about twenty to thirty catties.
Sun Simiao took it curiously and examined it for a while, his eyes widening.
"So light, could this be the legendary flying sword that can sever a person's head from a thousand miles away!"
"Hiss..."
He gasped.
"That's it!"
"Only a flying sword could allow someone to fly on it!"
"Kid, where did you get this sword? Quick, tell me!"
"There must be other immortal artifacts there!"
These words left Fang Er speechless. Good heavens, at such an old age, how did he have such a wild imagination?
He smiled and said, "What immortal artifacts are there!"
"This thing was made in the research institute. The material is the dragon scales and dragon bones I brought back last time!"
Sun Simiao clearly didn't quite believe it. He raised the large sword and brought it close to his face.
Just as Fang Er thought he had some suicidal thoughts and intended to slit his own throat, he saw him sniff the large sword vigorously.
"It seems there is indeed a faint fishy smell."
Fang Er looked at him speechlessly: "You're over seventy years old, how can your nose be better than mine!"
"Heh!" Sun Simiao proudly stroked his beard.
"Not only is my nose good, but my tongue is even better!"
"I've tasted many of the plants and flowers in Australia, and I've added many new remedies to the medical books!"
"All of this depends on my nose and tongue!"
In ancient times, Shen Nong tasted a hundred herbs; today, Sun Simiao tests medicines with his own body...
His words were not an exaggeration at all. Since arriving in Australia, he had been venturing into the woods all day doing nothing...
Oh no, those were dense forests!
By tasting each herb, he could discern seven to eight tenths of its medicinal properties from its taste alone!
Without decades of medical experience, such skill could never be developed!
ps: Apologies, there have been many family matters recently, and my blood pressure has surged. I'm not feeling well. I was wrong not to inform you all in advance that I was taking a leave of absence yesterday. This is my fault. Once this busy period is over, I will make up for it.
There is one more chapter, which will be posted later.