2211: C2211 Left Hand Holding the Yellow Right Hand Holding the Green

C2211 Left Hand Holding the Yellow Right Hand Holding the Green

Along the way, Ye Hong could feel many figures following him in the dark.

However, Ye Hong didn't care about these small fries.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the yard and slightly moved his nose.

A strange and pungent smell drifted into his nostrils.

Ye Hong raised his eyebrows slightly and walked towards the yard.

Just as he was about to step into the yard, he suddenly felt countless gazes appear in the dark.

These gazes were mostly filled with killing intent and warning.

The corner of Ye Hong's mouth curled up slightly, and he stepped into the courtyard without hesitation.

"Who is it?!"

In the middle of the yard, an old servant with white hair who was sweeping the floor stared at Ye Hong.

Ye Hong ignored him and just looked at the small house in the middle of the yard.

Although the house was small, there was a complicated aura coming from it. It seemed that there were many people hidden inside.

Ye Hong walked to the front of the house and his eyes stopped on the two stone cauldrons in front of the house.

It seemed like the Ximen Family had an incomprehensible preference for things like cauldrons. They didn't even forget to place two small stone cauldrons in such a place.

However, Ye Hong's attention was focused on the two lines of ancient characters on the cauldron.

On the left side of the stone cauldron was engraved [I am talking about a crazy young man. I am talking about yellow on the left and blue on the right.]

On the right side of the stone cauldron was engraved the words [Jin Mao Qiu, Thousand Cavalry Coil.]

"Left lead yellow, right lead blue..."

Ye Hong muttered and looked at the small wooden house in front of him with interest. "So this is the residence of that person?"

As he spoke, he pushed the door open without hesitation.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?!"

The old servant directly threw away the broom and cursed as he hurriedly rushed over.

After opening the door, the first thing that assaulted his nose was the rich medicinal smell.

It was so dense that it almost turned into substance.

It was as if he had entered a medicinal vat.

At a glance, a dazzling array of rare and precious herbs filled the entire house as if they were free of charge.

Good fellow, how many good medicinal herbs were these?

Ye Hong moved his gaze away from the herbal mountain somewhat reluctantly and looked at the several figures standing in the room.

These people were all women.

They were old and young, and they all looked pretty good.

They were all dressed in plain clothes, and their faces were haggard.0

Seeing a stranger break in, these women all screamed in fear.

"Shh -"

Ye Hong put his index finger between his lips and made a gesture of silence.

"I am Doctors of the Ancient Medicine , invited by Ximen Family."

Hearing Ye Hong's words, the women's expressions became much calmer.

However, there was a hint of doubt in their eyes.

An older woman stood out and said doubtfully, "You are Doctors of the Ancient Medicine ?

So young?

" Also, where are your medical tools? "

At this time, the old servant also ran into the house out of breath. He pointed at Ye Hong and said," Ladies and gentlemen, this kid's background is unknown. Don't let him get close to the master! "

When these words came out, those women's faces all changed.

Surrounded the bed behind them even more tightly, they stared at Ye Hong with vigilance.

Ye Hong shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "I am Special-Grade Doctor of Ancient Medicine of the Doctors of the Ancient Medicine Association.

Don't you want your master to be cured?"

"This..."

The expressions of the women showed hesitation and uncertainty.

It was the old woman who asked, "Do you have any proof that you are Special-Grade Doctor of Ancient Medicine?"

Ye Hong did not say anything. Instead, he took out a small, delicate box from the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He opened the box and found twelve golden needles lying quietly inside.

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