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Cheng Baiyuan clasped his hands together and said, the misunderstanding this time was already over.

Originally, Cheng Qigao and Min Master had wanted to apologize, but Cheng Baiyuan said with a firm voice, "You guys have too much."

Chu Feng actually accepted it calmly.

This made Cheng Baiyuan and the others a little unhappy, but after a minute, the dissatisfaction in their hearts disappeared.

Especially the pride in Cheng Qigao's heart, it had been shattered to pieces.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Chu Feng muttered to himself for a moment and replied Cheng Qigao: "Saying is fine, but I can't do it here, please follow me."

The group walked to a relatively remote area on the other side. Chu Feng took a look and confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras or anything else.

"Medicine and martial arts do not split up, so you all might not have the actual experience. Master Cheng should know by now."

Since he had already seen it, how could Cheng Baiyuan not understand it?

Medicine and martial arts were not separated, medicine and medicine were not separated, Confucianism and medicine were not separated, and alchemy and alchemy were not separated. All of them spoke the same words.

Traditional Chinese medicine was passed on from a witch doctor, or rather, from a sorcerer. There were many things that people couldn't understand, especially some profound and mysterious things.

In fact, in ancient times, some were invented and passed around. There were also cases where the patient did not understand, and the spectator did not understand. The physician was secretive but was unwilling to speak of it, so it naturally became mysterious.

"The 'Medicine Martial Arts' that I mentioned do not belong to any family, it does not refer to fighting, but to ancient martial arts. I believe that you guys will not spread it to others, but it is useless if it gets out. The others do not understand, they only believe in their eyes and judgement." Chu Feng's expression was calm, like a mountain, causing people to have no choice but to respect him.

"Do you feel it? This is the power of Martial Arts," Chu Feng casually pressed a hand seal on a fake mountain boulder. "This is the power of Martial Arts."

"Hiss …"

Cheng Baiyuan was extremely excited.

If he could see the true top martial artists and medical masters in his lifetime, he would die with no regrets.

Chu Feng continued to explain: "This recipe is not an ordinary one. You guys can't produce it with ordinary equipment, I think the only way is to break through the wall."

"Your godly skills are even more powerful than breaking through walls," Cheng Qigao said as he lowered his stance. "Can I learn it?"

Chu Feng could not deny.

Cheng Qigao also knew that it was unrealistic and never said it again.

He walked over to the rockery and gestured with his hand, speechless.

Cheng Baiyuan sighed with emotion: "I only found out today that there really is a heaven above heaven and earth."

Chu Feng: "Hurry up and say it like that, during the production process, the creations will tend to break the wall."

Actually, this was also something that Chu Feng had been researching all along.

There are too many uncertainties in the ancient pill refining process, so no matter how good one's inner strength is, they cannot be controlled." There are too many uncertainties in the ancient pill refining process, so no matter how good one's inner strength is, they cannot be controlled.

However, he would not be obsessed with high technology, so he still chose to be true to himself.

To the Centennial Hall of Hung Chung, it was another story. The small-scale manual production was indeed suitable for the Centennial Hall of Hung Chung, but if they wanted to produce a more refined small-scale product, they had to adapt to the trend.

Cheng Baiyuan nodded solemnly.

He cupped his hands and thanked Chu Feng, then brought Cheng Qigao to leave. Unexpectedly, after a few arguments with Cheng Baiyuan at the door, he ran back.

Just as Chu Feng wanted to ask, he saw Min Master kneeling down.

"Please accept me as your disciple, Master Chu!"

Chu Feng was embarrassed. Min Master was already in his early fifties, he was about to kneel down and kowtow if he did not say anything. Chu Feng could only extend his hand and stop him.

Xiao Mi had been nearby the whole time. When he saw the handprint, he was speechless with envy. Now that he saw it, he immediately rushed over.

"Xiao Mi, help me get him up."

Before Chu Feng could finish speaking, Xiao Mi was also kneeling on the ground, "I beg Master Chu to accept me as a disciple."

Chu Feng rolled his eyes. "Xiao Mi, what are you joining in for?"

Not waiting for him to turn around, four people suddenly kneeled down behind him.

Old Wan and his two companions had already seen Chu Feng's powerful strength and heaven-defying abilities these past few days. They had been thinking that if they could learn just a little bit, what kind of society would they still be in?

And so they knelt.

The last one was Yuan Lan.

"I will not accept a disciple!"

Chu Feng could only run.

He had only run ten meters when he heard a voice from behind him. "Mistress?!" I beg Mistress to persuade Master to accept us! "

Mistress?

Where did his mistress appear from?

Chu Feng turned his head, his face immediately turning black.

It was Wei Xin, dressed in simple clothes, with a little girl hiding behind her back. She wore a light white skirt, white socks, and black shoes, and had her little head stuck out, obviously curious about who these people were.

How could he call her 'Mistress'?

It's fine if Min Master and Xiao Mi don't know, but why would Old Wan and the rest call him that?

Chu Feng came over to kick them out.

"Chu Feng, this is..."

Chu Feng went over and hugged the child. "We'll talk about it when we get back.

The little girl wasn't afraid of being born, she just hugged him whenever she wanted to.

"What's your name?" Seeing the little girl's thin and small body, Chu Feng felt that she was not even fifteen kilograms when he held her in his hands.

However, Wei Xin jogged two steps and followed up with an explanation: "After the incident, I became so anxious that my grandparents didn't care and feared that someone would come knocking on my door due to a debt. I could only hand it to my mom, because my mom is old, couldn't take care of him properly, and was in the countryside …"

As he spoke, tears rolled down Wei Xin's face.

"Mother, mother, don't cry, who bullied you, Nuan Nuan went to pick up a stone to smash him." The little girl struggled to get down to her mother.

When these words came out, Wei Xin and Chu Feng could already guess that this little girl must have suffered from the cold eyes of others in the countryside. There were a few children who often bullied her, to the point that she wanted to smash someone with a stone …

Wei Xin could no longer hold back and cried as he hugged his daughter. "It's all your fault, your mother shouldn't have left you behind."

In just a few short months, Wei Xin's life was like a roller coaster ride, and the guilt he had towards his daughter made it impossible for her to suppress.

The little girl hugged her mother's face, and after kissing it a few times, she began to yawn.

"Nuan Nuan, you must be tired. Mommy will carry you to sleep …"

"Wait!" Chu Feng called out to Wei Xin, and reached out to the little girl's wrist to touch it, but was unable to find a pulse, so he could only place his hand on the elbow of the young lady.

"Good …" "It's itchy..." The little girl yawned twice, trying to avoid Chu Feng's fingers.

Chu Feng glared at him furiously.

"Besides your mother, who else is close to this child?!"

Wei Xin was shocked, she immediately thought of many things, a child being kidnapped and being sold off … Kids bullied... The child was …

"What's wrong with her?" she asked in a quavering voice.

Chu Feng pointed out his finger and pressed the little girl down to sleep, then opened his mouth.