I have been experimenting with medicine in the Palace of Longevity for 30 years

Chapter 53 Immortal Grass Hall

Xuanyang City, Yuelai Inn.

After He Pingan's drug testing period expires, he can no longer go back to the drug testing department to eat and rest.

Eating is easy to solve, and the drug department has its own small kitchen, which is richer and more refined.

But there was no place in the accommodation and drug department, and Han Li found out that He Pingan had no place to live, so he brought him to this familiar inn, opened a room, and paid for it.

Although the avatar Luo Xiang has gold and silver on him, it is not necessary. He Pingan will not let the avatar and the main body meet, so as not to be discovered by interested people.

Lying in the guest room, He Pingan recalled his first day out of the mountain, which was really wonderful.

I have to say that there is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in Xuanyang City. I have been in the drug testing department for ten years, and the person with the highest cultivation level I have ever seen is Changchun Daoist.

Now that I came out for a day, I saw so many powerful people.

Although not as good as myself.
But not bad.

Han Li is a nice guy, worth making friends with. Originally, he wanted to go home with him tonight.

But this fellow insisted on saying that there was a young girl in his family, and that it was not suitable for him to bring a man back to the house, so he forced himself into the Yuelai Inn.

Am I that kind of person?

The more He Pingan thought about it, the more angry he became. He just wanted to talk to his colleagues by candlelight at night. Why is it so difficult?
Is the most basic trust between people gone?

But having said that, it's time for me to find a place to live, and it's not a problem to live in an inn every day.

Speechless all night, meditating and practicing.

On the second day, just after dawn, He Pingan got up and jumped off the upstairs of the inn without taking care of washing up, and ran to the drug department.

It's still early, not because I'm afraid of being late, but mainly because I'm afraid of missing breakfast in the drug department canteen.

I am penniless, and my salary will not be paid until the beginning of the second month.

Today is the seventh day of August, and there are still more than 20 days before the beginning of next month.

For more than 20 days, He Pingan could only go to the canteen for food in a hurry, otherwise he would be hungry.

Although the cultivation level has already been bigu, but I got a meal, and if I don't eat something, I always feel empty in my stomach.

Along the way, I rushed into the Hall of Eternal Life, and greeted colleagues who looked familiar but couldn't name them. Most of them were expressionless, and occasionally one or two people nodded in good faith.

Rushing into Xiaozao, the medicine department, only two or three people were eating.

Most people have a family and a room, and usually have breakfast at home.

"Morning."

He warmly greeted several like-minded colleagues again, in exchange for a few embarrassing hums, He Pingan took the meal and slowly enjoyed the satisfaction brought by the food.

"Have you heard?"

"Mrs. Yang made a big disturbance in Lichun Courtyard last night. Yang Qing ran away from Lichun Courtyard naked without any clothes on."

"Hey, you're too late for this message."

"Last night, a brother from Shibu sent me a message. He is not far from Yang Qing's house. He said that the lights in Yang's house were on all night last night, and there were wailing everywhere."

The two were whispering in the corner, but their voices reached He Ping'an's ears undisguised.

Yang Qing likes to tease people, so in the drug department, he is not very popular.

No, it's my "leader" anyway, so I have to stand up and refute the rumors.

He Pingan stood up with a "swish" and walked in front of the two of them: "What you said is wrong."

A man dressed as a Confucian scholar squinted at him and said, "Where am I wrong?"

"I saw with my own eyes last night that Mr. Yang was wearing clothes."

"It's just half of the butt missing."

He Pingan explained solemnly.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The two leaned forward and backward with laughter, explaining this way, on the contrary, more solidified Yang Qing's deeds.

He Pingan didn't say anything more, and after eating, he went to the grass department.

What he said just now has nothing to do with Yang Qing saying that he was nothing more than that day.

After sitting for a while, Han Li came up from downstairs, carrying a cold noodle and a bowl of porridge in his hand.

"Brother He, have you eaten? The breakfast I brought you."

Although the two had only known each other for two days, Han Li had already missed him, and He Pingan was very pleased.

"slightly"

He Pingan burped, he was a little full from eating just now, otherwise he could have another bowl of Liangpi.

"Thank you, Brother Han, we have eaten today, and we will go on the same journey tomorrow."

I am still a little shy today, and decided that starting tomorrow, I will continue to prostitute myself until the end of the month.

"Brother He, the inn where you and I stayed is not going well."

Han Li's complexion changed, and he explained.

"It's okay, but just take two extra steps, I'm not afraid of getting tired, anyway, I'm at the eighth rank of martial arts."

He Pingan waved his hand and patted his chest, expressing that he was also very strong.

In front of everyone, he revealed that his cultivation was at the eighth rank of martial arts.

Han Li rolled his eyes, he had never seen such a brazen person.
Until the moment of Chenshi, Yang Qing hadn't come to be on duty yet.

"Brother Han, is Lord Yang not coming today?"

He Pingan was thinking, if Yang Qing didn't come today, would he be able to catch fish?

After all, such a big thing happened yesterday, it is understandable to hide at home for a few days.
"No, Lord Yang will definitely come."

Han Li vowed.

Sure enough, at three o'clock, Yang Qing walked up with heavy steps.

A few red marks were faintly visible on the face, and the clothes were a little messy, not as meticulous as in the past.

"Master Yang, you are here."

He Pingan and Han Li hurriedly stood up and greeted them.

"Ah."

Yang Qing glanced at the two of them blankly, and walked towards his desk.

"Master Yang, you haven't had breakfast yet, I brought you the Liangpi."

Han Li handed over the breakfast in his hand in a timely manner.

He Ping'an was shocked. As a veteran who had been in the office for many years, how could he forget this.

Where did Han Li bring breakfast for himself? It was originally for Yang Qing, but he just greeted him casually.
Good boy, good-looking and promising.

He Pingan praised, looked at Han Li with relief, and gave him an encouraging look.

If you work hard, you will be able to get promoted and raise your salary immediately, marry Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life.

Han Li glanced at He Pingan puzzledly, thinking that even the encouragement should come from Master Yang.

You are a newcomer, if not how old I am
"Xiao Han, not bad!"

After Yang Qing took the breakfast, there was a trace of warmth in his heart, and he patted Han Li's shoulder heavily. This kid is still reliable.
Sitting heavily on the chair, knees bent, brought a piercing pain.

Kneeling on the washboard for a whole night, and still not being allowed to resist with Confucian magic, it's strange if it doesn't hurt
In a blink of an eye, it was close to Shen Shi, and it was time for the next shift.

The atmosphere in the attic was rather dull today. Yang Qing had just experienced the moment of his death, and his momentum lost a lot. Sitting in his seat, he spoke less than ten sentences a day.

The boss is in a bad mood, and as a subordinate, he is not too active.

He Ping'an and Han Li concentrated on recording the spiritual materials, and have already registered part of the spiritual materials accumulated yesterday and today's parts.

As Yang Qing left, the two of them clocked in.

Walking to the entrance of the Hall of Eternal Life and saying goodbye to each other, He Pingan grabbed Han Li again and settled on the time and place for tomorrow, before letting him go with confidence.

Lest this guy let his pigeons go with an excuse.

Looking at the sky, it was still early, so He Pingan went to Changshoufang near the West City of Xuanyang City.

Half a quarter of an hour later, He Pingan was standing outside an old medicine shop with half of the door plaque missing and the doors on both sides missing.

On the door plaque hanging in mid-air, it was covered with spider webs, and it was barely visible. What was written on it was - Immortal Cottage!

It's grass again!
The corners of He Ping'an's mouth twitched. Wherever he went, he was entangled with cursive characters.

　Thanks to the reader cccpfff for the recommendation ticket!

　　Xiao Mengxin feels that he has another reason to stay up late to code words!
　　


(End of this chapter)