"Eh?" the old man wondered, "Girl, you are not the Ye family..."
Lu Mingshu glanced at him.
The old man apologized with a haha: "I'm really sorry, the little old man took it for granted. You don't know, the annual spring hunting of the Ye family was held in Qingshanzhu this year, so all the young children of the Ye family came .”
"Spring hunting?"
The old man couldn't hide his surprise: "Haven't you heard of it?"
Lu Mingshu shook his head: "Mr. Ye is here alone, and I never had a chance to hear about it before."
With such a powerful force in the Ye family, is it also called being alone here? So what is the origin of this girl
The old man's attitude is a little more respectful: "This spring hunting is a tradition that has been carried on by the Ye family for hundreds of years. It is held once a year, and everyone below the fusion level participates. The Ye family's annual resource allocation is based on the spring hunting. It comes from the rankings, so all the disciples of the Ye family pay attention to it."
"I see."
Lu Mingshu took the packaged elixir, paid for it, and was about to go out when someone bumped in, almost colliding with her.
This is a young man with a frail appearance, wearing the blue shirt of the Ye family's children, with a gloomy complexion and an unhealthy whiteness. His cultivation is at the fusion level, which is quite good for his age.
His gaze swept over indifferently, without any intention of apologizing, and he asked the old man directly, "Do you have any medicine?" His voice was hoarse.
Seeing the joy of the customer, the old man disappeared quickly when he saw his appearance clearly, and said with his head bowed: "Guest officer, I'm sorry, the wound medicine in the store is sold out."
Lu Mingshu frowned, she clearly saw the packaged wound medicine just now.
The young man's face changed, and he grabbed the old man's collar, showing a bit of ferocity on his weak face: "Your shop clearly doesn't have any business, so why are they sold out? Could it be that you didn't sell them to me on purpose!"
No matter how weak he looked, he was still a genuine fusion state. The old man was shocked by his aura, and he stuttered and couldn't speak.
Lu Mingshu's eyes moved, and his body suddenly became imposing.
The young man was already injured, and his profound strength was not as deep as hers, so he let go of his hand immediately, "deng deng deng" backed up a few steps, and hit the door panel.
As soon as the young man regained his composure, he glared fiercely at Lu Mingshu: "Who are you? To meddle in the Ye family's affairs?"
Lu Mingshu pointed to the outside: "This Qingshanzhu is also the territory of the Ye family, right? Your Ye family collects taxes and has the responsibility to maintain order. Reporting this matter to the elders of the Ye family will not be your fault."
"you-"
The boy glared at her fiercely, seeing that she refused to budge, he finally stood up straight unsteadily, and went out.
Watching him walk away, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and bowed his hands gratefully to Lu Mingshu: "Thank you for your help, young lady, otherwise the little old man would be in trouble today."
Lu Mingshu was unmoved, and only asked: "Why did you lie to him that the wound medicine was gone?"
"This… "
Seeing her staring at him persistently, the old man smiled wryly: "Girl, it's not that I don't want to sell his wound medicine, but the Ye family has already come to explain it."
Lu Mingshu wondered, "Isn't he the Ye family?"
The old man sighed: "You don't know, although this is from the Ye family, his background is not very good, and he is at odds with the members of the Ye family's direct line."
"Oh?"
If it was someone else, the old man might not mention it. Lu Mingshu helped him just now, and the old man couldn't refuse, so he just said everything.
The boy just now was named Ye Mingguang, his father was the third master of the Ye family's direct line, but his mother was of low status and could not enter the Ye family's door. In other words, he was an illegitimate child.
Years ago, the third master passed away without leaving any heirs, so the Ye family took him back.
He came from a dishonorable background, entered the Ye family, and divided resources, so he was rejected by everyone.
This spring hunt, the young masters and young ladies of the Ye family joined hands to exclude him. Knowing that he was injured, he came early to say hello and was not allowed to sell him medicine.
The old man complained: "Girl, you have seen the business of the small shop, why would I not want to sell him medicine? But those people have already come to say hello, if I sell it to him, the shop will be smashed later... "
"So that's how it is."
The old man sighed: "This Mr. Ye is also pitiful. It is said that his mother passed away long ago, and he was also living under the fence before. After finally entering Ye's house, life is not easy!" Thinking about it, the old man laughed again, "No matter what Said, he is also the son of the Ye family, how can it be so hard? The little old man is worrying unnecessarily."
She thought it was just a meeting, but she didn't want to, she just stayed in the inn in Qingshan Zhu, when she pushed the back window, she saw the figure in the bamboo forest.
Three men and one woman, a total of four people, all wearing Ye's blue shirts.
The teenager surrounded by them was exactly what she had seen half an hour ago.
Ye Mingguang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up suddenly, and looked fiercely: "Are you guys going to fight privately?"
"Tch!" Ye Zhenxing cupped his fists and looked at him, "I said twelfth brother, how did you see that we were fighting privately? It's just a competition, okay? Even if you report to the second uncle, we will make sense."
"you… "
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot. You have only returned to Ye's house not long ago, so you probably haven't even memorized the house rules? Let me tell you, Ye's house allows sparring, as long as you don't hurt anyone. Look, we didn't hurt you. Right?" Ye Zhenxing spread his hands, looking like a rascal.
Ye Mingguang bit his lip hard.
Indeed not, they just forced him to use his profound strength. He suffered an internal injury when he was fighting that hundred-clawed octopus before, but he didn't have enough medicine for the wound, so they blocked the way to buy medicine. Now he is still being forced to use his profound strength, causing more injuries. If he couldn't find any more medicine for the wound and allowed the injury to worsen, then Chunshou wouldn't be able to get a good ranking this time.
"Twelfth brother, you are injured, brothers don't bother you, see you tomorrow!"
The sound of footsteps went away, Ye Mingguang only felt his blood surging, and his eyes were blurred.
The fatigue of the fighting beast, the pain of internal injuries, and the humiliation of damaged self-esteem, he finally couldn't hold on, and slid down with a green bamboo.
Becoming the son of the Ye family, he finally has a surname. I don't know how many people envy him, but why all he sees is darkness
So what if his surname is Ye, the entire Ye family has no relatives of him, they all regard him as an enemy!
"Crack" sounded lightly.
Ye Mingguang suddenly sat up. Something fell from his head, he avoided it instinctively, and took a closer look, but saw that there was a green bamboo leaf that had been cut in half on the ground, and after twisting it twice, it stopped moving.
He broke out in a cold sweat.
Qingshanzhu's Zhuyeqing was very poisonous, he was already injured, and he didn't have any wound medicine, if he was bitten, he would be in serious trouble. Who saved him
When he looked up, he was stunned.
A girl in spring clothes stood ten feet away, gave him a blank look, and sheathed her sword.
He moved his mouth, but in the end he didn't say any words of gratitude. Just half an hour ago, the other party ruined his good deed, which prevented him from getting the wound medicine.
The other party didn't seem to want him to thank him, so he turned around and left.
Is he really a broom star? Anyone who sees it must avoid it.
Ye Mingguang raised the corner of his mouth and smiled self-deprecatingly.
Suddenly something was thrown, he instinctively stretched out his hand to catch it, then looked down and was stunned.
What he held in his hand was a porcelain bottle, the kind used to hold medicine. He trembled, pulled out the cork, and the familiar smell of medicine came out.
Ye Mingguang suddenly raised his head and looked at the girl in front of him.
The corner of her clothes flickered, and her figure disappeared into the buildings.