A secret about my father? What is my father's secret?

I turned my head and looked intently at Xiao Yizi, who was smiling strangely at me, frowning slightly.

Is this kid lying to me? Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but whether he lied to me or not, it doesn't seem to mean anything!

Immediately, I smiled lightly and said, "What is my father's secret that I won't ask him?" Why do I have to ask you? ”

I obviously saw Xiao Yizi's expression stagnant, and then roared indignantly: "Everyone in the circle knows that your ghost doctor family broke off the inheritance when it reached Ou Chuqun's generation, and only after you did you continue to inherit the ability of ghost doctors, but unfortunately, you are too far behind Ou Chuqun,

Don't you want to know where Ou Chuqun's ability comes from? ”

I laughed: "No matter how big he is, he is also my father, my own family is very capable, I am happy, I am worse than my father, I am at ease, but I believe that one day, I can be compared with him." You don't have to worry about that. ”

Xiao Yizi was bullied by me so angry that he shouted angrily with a hideous face: "Don't you know that Ou Chuqun relies on his ability to make enemies everywhere, how many people want to know his secrets, especially those overseas forces, you know, those forces are now trying to find a way to deal with Ou Chuqun, they want to get this secret from Ou Chuqun to strengthen their own strength, aren't you afraid of what they will do to your father?"

My secret is that I know how your father became so powerful. ”

Xiao Yizi said this sentence in one breath, whether it was Ani or Aka, their faces became extremely ugly, and even faintly, with some fanatical expressions revealed.

This kid is so hateful!

The purpose of saying this in front of so many people is already clear.

But I only paused slightly, and continued to walk towards the sidelines: "You know if you know, what if you sue me is false news?" How do you make me believe you? ”

Xiao Yizi's seriously injured body bounced up from the ground violently: "I have a door number leading to the seventh district, and I use this door number to bet with you." ”

"Young Master! Cannot! ”

Aini couldn't control herself at this time, and stomped her feet anxiously and shouted.

Xiao Yizi turned his head to look at him: "My business, use you to interject?" ”

"This, alas!"

Ani let out a long sigh.

The house number of the 7th arrondissement? What's that? I haven't even heard of it.

But this did not prevent Xiao Yizi from explaining to me: "The token of District 7 can participate in all transactions in the ghost market of District 7, and you can find the elixir that will bring Ou Chuqun back to life. ”

Ghost City? It turns out that this seventh arrondissement is synonymous with a ghost city.

I understand the word ghost market, I once heard my grandfather talk about this kind of ghost market, but I only heard him mention it occasionally, for this kind of place, he seems to have a kind of secretive attitude towards me, and he doesn't want me to come into contact with too much.

I have always listened to my grandfather's words before, and rarely inquired about this aspect, but now that I have said it from the mouth of Xiao Yizi, I know that I know too little about the things in this circle, which are inferior to Yunyun, not to mention these old fritters who have been wandering around in the circle all year round.

Xiao Yizi's words made my heart tremble, I thought of my father and mother's gray hair, and I thought of the helplessness and sentimentality when he and her faced the mirror, which made my heart ache.

It's just an elixir of rejuvenation, this thing is a legendary thing, in our earthly world, is there really zài?

There were many great powers and countless emperors in ancient times, which one didn't want to live forever, but what about their final result? Hasn't it disappeared into the reckless history with the passage of time?

Even so, there are still a lot of cultivators who follow one after another, insisting on searching for this illusory purpose.

To be honest, I don't believe Xiao Yizi's words, but what I have seen and experienced since I was a child told me that there are miracles in this world, and if you look at a fat-headed and big-eared old monk on the side of the road, he may not be a monk.

Look at the old man in front of him, he may not be a Taoist priest with strong skills.

You see that man with messy hair, a crutch, and looks like he is asking for food, he is actually the great witch of this village, he raises his hand, and there will be a village of people who will die for him one after another, and if he raises his hand again, he can save a person who is in a dying state.

It's that amazing in this world, isn't it?

Perhaps, in this so-called ghost market in the seventh district, I can really find medicinal herbs that can bring my father and mother back to their youth?

Regaining youth and immortality are definitely two concepts, the former has a probability of being realized, and the hope of the latter can only be described as ethereal.

But whether it is to return to youth or immortality, the place where this medicinal material is possessed must not be known to the world.

It's just that there are some difficulties in this opportunity, and it is indeed difficult to defeat Aini, a big man.

But isn't this in line with the truth that pie doesn't fall from the sky?

Heaven will not let a person get a qiē too easily, and if you want to gain something, you must pay some price.

Xiao Yizi seemed to see my hesitation, knew that she had caught my pulse, and continued to increase the temptation: "What you ghost doctors lack the most is medicinal herbs, right?" I believe that if there are medicinal materials, Ou Qiankun can make many kinds of pills, although it will not lead to immortality, it is still possible to prolong life, right? ”

That's right, his words completely touched my already wavering mind.

Our ghost doctor, what is really lacking is medicinal materials, refining medicine, this kind of thing, can be said to be the instinctive work of my ghost doctor, instinct to the point that I even forgot that I know this skill, it is like a natural ability, deeply imprinted in the depths of my soul.

This is also a craft, but unfortunately, I have never done any other medicine since I was a child, except for a few pills such as Euclidean Sound Pill and Yin Ghost Soul Scattering.

Of course, there is still a pamphlet called Pharmacopoeia lying quietly in the small bookcase of our family medical hall, and I basically don't bother to read it again except when I was a few years old because I was curious.

In my grandfather's words, it's not that we can't make the medicine on it, it's that the herbs to make the medicine are too hard to find.

A single Euclidean pill is enough for us to gain a foothold in the world, so it can be seen that if there are more and more miraculous medicinal materials, what kind of miraculous medicine will we make.

So Xiao Yizi's words have completely moved me. R640