1917: C1917 Lu Yiming Refused

C1917 Lu Yiming Refused

I ordered a few dishes, a pot of wine, He drank and drank by himself. Speaking of which, this was the first time Mo Nan had enjoyed the daily life of the people of the Upper Realm so leisurely ever since he came to the Upper Realm.

He was not a person who enjoyed the life of the city too much to begin with. Let alone in this kind of environment, In this kind of environment, there was only a different kind of feeling.

Of course, old rascal did not come downstairs to enjoy himself.

After sitting for more than four hours, the people in the restaurant gradually left. The rest of the guests were almost all drunk. The restaurant was about to close.

"Guest, if there's nothing else, then this old one should rest."

Finally, after lightly tapping on the remaining customers, the restaurant owner came over and politely greeted Mo Nan.

"En, speaking of which, this wine is not bad."

Mo Nan lightly acknowledged and didn't directly answer. Instead, he changed the topic and said with interest.

After observing for the whole night, he had long realized that the boss was not only a person who loved wine, but also a person who was very confident in the wine brewed by his own family.

As expected.

The old man, who had a tired look on his face, immediately became energized when he heard this. His turbid old eyes lit up. He waved his arms excitedly and said:

"Guest, you have a good eye."

"It's not that this old man is praising himself. In this village, there is no one who doesn't know about my wine. If you like it, you can buy more before you leave."

"Of course." Mo Nan smiled. Then, he chatted with the old man about the wine. The old man sat down at the table while chatting. He took another pot of wine and drank with Mo Nan.

After three rounds of drinking.

The topic of conversation was not only limited to wine. From this street, who had a son? Recently, there was a widow in the east side of the city.

The old man was drunk, and it was obvious that he was intoxicated.

Mo Nan was waiting for this moment. Suddenly, he sighed. His face was full of sadness. "Speaking of which, I came to Jin City to discuss business with the Lu family. Who knew that I almost didn't even enter their door?"

The old man had long lost his vigilance. He smacked his lips and nodded when he heard the voice.

"Who said that? You should be more open-minded. Take these customers in the tavern for example. Many of them came to discuss business with the Lu family. In the end, they didn't manage to enter the Lu family's door."

"Then, do you know the reason?"

Mo Nan was stunned for a moment and quickly asked.

The old man seemed to have woken up. He did not answer. He knew Mo Nan had urged him a few more times before he lowered his voice.

"Seeing that you are a real person, this old man will have a few words of friendship with you. However, you must not leak these things out."

"Don't worry, I promise I won't tell anyone."

Mo Nan used the Spiritual Force to clear his mind of the alcohol and force himself to wake up. Then, he heard the old man talking.

After an hour, the old man on the opposite side walked upstairs shakily. Mo Nan stayed behind to analyze the information he got.

Compared to Lanhai City, Jin City was smaller. Lu family was the only major family in the city. As a result, no one dared to say anything when the Lu family wanted the civilians in the city to shut up.

As for what exactly happened, it was actually simple.

In the entire Lu family, there was only the old master of the Lu family, a Martial Saint. This was also the reason why they had been suppressed by the Qih family for so many years. They never had a chance to rise up. Not long ago, the old master suddenly fell ill.

This was not a small matter.0

The Lu family was the pillar of Jin City. Many people outside of Jin City were eyeing the Lu family and Jin City covetously. Because of the old master's existence, they didn't make any big moves.

However, once the old master fell, if the news spread, the Lu family and Jin City would be devoured in minutes.

This was a common occurrence in many small cities. Otherwise, it would be so easy to become the Earth Emperor. Countless Martial Saint warriors in the Zhong Prefecture would have established their own sects long ago.

In short, the old man was ill and was still far from being fully recovered. After the Lu family paid a huge price to hire an alchemist, the old man claimed that only the Heavenly Spirit Grass could extend the old man's life.

When Mo Nan heard this, he wanted to curse.

As an alchemist, how could he not know that the Lu family was most likely deceived by the alchemist who had worked so hard? The Heavenly Spirit Grass indeed had the effect of extending one's life, but more importantly, it could recover the life source that martial artists lost.

For example, Bingqing, if she had the Heavenly Spirit Grass, she could at least increase her remaining few years of life by several times.

But for someone like the old master of Lu family who was sick, even if the Heavenly Spirit Grass was useful, it was only temporary. It was actually useless for the illness.

There were only two possibilities for such a situation to occur.

Or, it could be that the alchemist was deliberately trying to trick the Lu family. After all, according to what he knew, this was a common method used by alchemists in the Upper Realm. That was why Mo Nan was especially shameless towards the profession of an alchemist.

Or else, the other party was simply a quack, a quack would harm others...

There were two possibilities, Mo Nan was more inclined to the former. But it was not important. Now that he understood why Lu Yiming would reject him, he had an idea in his mind.

It was time for him, a medical genius, to show off his skills!

...

The night passed quickly. The next morning, he left Qing Styx and the others alone. He told them to either stay in the restaurant or go to the city on their own. In short, they should not follow him. After making the arrangements, Mo Nan went to the Lu family alone.

But this time, before he went to the Lu family, he went to the outside of City Lord's Mansion and stayed with the dozen or so people, waiting quietly.

These people were all specially trained by the Lu family. The alchemists and doctors hired from all over the world had obviously used the Heavenly Spirit Grass. The Lu family felt sorry for them as well. Before the old man could not hold on any longer, they tried to try other methods.

They did not wait outside the Lu family. It was because the Lu family was afraid that the news would spread. Even if they were guessed by others, it would be easy for them to get into trouble.

These details were naturally found out by Mo Nan from the owner of the restaurant last night. Otherwise, if he went to the Lu family directly and said that he would treat the old man, perhaps he would make the Lu family fall out with him.

After waiting for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a few warriors came out of the City Lord's Mansion and counted the number of warriors. Then, they brought them to the Lu family.

Not long after, they arrived outside the Lu family.

"You guys are here?"

The guards that they had seen yesterday quietly opened the door and quickly looked at the street outside. Then, they hurriedly waved their hands and let the doctors and pharmacists enter the residence.

When he saw Mo Nan, the guard was stunned. Fortunately, his memory was not good. In addition, old rascal deliberately lowered his head. After a slight pause, he inspected the people behind him. Mo Nan, on the other hand, had successfully infiltrated the Lu family.

"Remember, go to the backyard later. No matter what you see, no one is allowed to spread the news when you go out."

Perhaps it was because there were more than a dozen pharmacists here. In the end, he reminded them.

Including Mo Nan, everyone naturally would not refuse.

After receiving an affirmative answer, the guard began to lead the way. After several twists and turns, they finally entered a courtyard in the depths of Lu family.

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