Han Li skillfully prepared the medicine, checked it again to make sure there were no mistakes, and handed it to Broad Hill.
He then pulled out a notebook and wrote down in detail how to take the medicine, precautions, and so on, providing a truly attentive service.
Broad Hill took everything in a daze, and before he could ask his disciple, Han Li repeatedly interrupted him, deliberately steering the conversation in other directions, every time he tried to explain.
Amidst the tug-of-war between the master and disciple, Dugu Bo, who had been sent out to find vegetables and fruits, returned. Broad Hill gave up on explaining, deciding to leave it for later.
The three of them casually boiled some vegetables, ate them with their own dry food, and munched on some fresh fruit, which served as their breakfast.
After the two Titled Douluo wandered around the area again, confirming that nothing would threaten Han Li's safety, they set off on their way back to Heaven Dou City.
Broad Hill watched Han Li wave goodbye to them, unable to stop himself from muttering, "It's strange, how can this kid resist asking? "Dugu Bo, who was traveling with him, couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, asking curiously, "What's wrong with you? Can't bear to part with your disciple? It's only for a day, it shouldn't be that bad, right?"
Broad Hill glanced at Dugu Bo, who was younger than him but looked much older, and said in a sinister tone, "If you can't speak properly, don't speak at all. Guess what would happen if I secretly killed you on the way and told Little Li that you were planning to escape? Do you think he would just pretend nothing happened?"
"You..."
Dugu Bo glared at him angrily, too lazy to pay attention to Broad Hill, whose face changed faster than flipping a book, and went straight towards Heaven Dou City.
"Tch."
Broad Hill looked at the back of the little old man in front of him, suddenly stunned, a thought rising in his mind.
What's the difference between nine and seven years old? Dugu Bo can do it, why can't Broad Hill? Little Snow Dianxia is only nine years older than his disciple. Once he becomes a Titled Douluo, that's just a fraction of his age.
Besides, in the Soul Master world, especially among high-level Soul Masters, it's common to see older wives and younger husbands, and vice versa. Little Snow is the only direct descendant of the Qian Family, so she will need to continue the bloodline, right? At least he could try. Better to benefit his own disciple than let someone else have her. He wouldn't let fertile water flow into other people's fields.
Moreover, his disciple was no worse than Little Snow. According to Han Li's speculation, his Martial Soul might even be upgraded to a God-level Martial Soul in the future. Wouldn't that be a perfect match? Once this thought arose, Broad Hill was as if possessed, finding more and more reasons to support it.
It wasn't until Dugu Bo's shout came from ahead that he was awakened from his thoughts, and he sped up to catch up.
While catching up, Broad Hill thought of Dugu Bo's words and couldn't help but touch his Storage Belt. Should he say that this thing was given by Little Li? Anyway, with his relationship with Little Snow, he wouldn't need this thing to maintain their relationship.
Yes, that's what I'll do, but I can't be too direct. Little Snow wouldn't know Little Li, so I'll use the excuse of a friend's junior. It's always good to make a good impression.
At this time, Han Li didn't know that Broad Hill's thoughts had gone astray. He was still working hard to deal with his own hidden dangers at the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Notting Academy, Tang San, who had woken up early, faintly felt that he was a bit unlucky after completing his Purple Demon Eyes cultivation.
Who would have thought that a flock of birds would fly overhead at the crucial moment of gathering purple energy, and the kind that hadn't relieved themselves yet, forcing him to take another shower early in the morning.
Right, there's an urgent order today that I need to take care of at the blacksmith shop right away. Tang San shook his head, putting the ominous premonition behind him, and quickly walked out of the academy towards the blacksmith shop.
On the way, he couldn't help but complain in his heart about his teacher and Spirit Hall.
Damn it, it's been more than a year, and I didn't expect that after that incident, Spirit Hall would actually stop issuing subsidies to our master and disciple.
Even though the personnel who had clashed with Yu Xiaogang at that time had been transferred away, their treatment had not been restored.
He had to rely on the income from the blacksmith shop to earn the living expenses for the two of them, so much so that he couldn't even spare any money when Xiao Wu asked to borrow some. It was too embarrassing.
Yu Xiaogang had gone to make a fuss later, but it had ultimately come to nothing. In short, the two of them had been blacklisted.
Seeing the blacksmith shop just ahead, Tang San put away his complaints. He really deserved to die.
Once a teacher, always a father. How could he complain about his teacher just because of a little frustration? It's all Spirit Hall's fault for not recognizing talent and letting a theoretical master like his teacher be covered in dust.
He must work hard to clear his teacher's name, and he must reflect on his attitude just now. He'll try to forge an extra tool in the morning and treat his teacher to a chicken leg at noon to apologize.
Tang San took a deep breath, walked into the blacksmith shop, nodded to his colleagues, and went to his workbench, skillfully wielding the hammer in his hand.
Don't worry, teacher, I'll treat you to an extra meal to apologize.
Thinking this, Tang San felt his body filled with power. He put some strength into the hammer, and the workbench instantly collapsed. The red-hot iron block, under the impact of his hammer, smashed onto his left toe at an extremely fast speed.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching scream rang out. The blacksmiths in the shop hurried over and saw Tang San clutching his left foot. The toe of his shoe had been burned through, and his big toe was swollen badly, with traces of burns on it.
The blacksmiths quickly helped him out and checked his injuries.
"It's okay, it's okay, just a slight burn and a smash. A simple treatment will do," the blacksmiths said, not caring too much. This kind of situation had happened before and wasn't uncommon.
"Tang San, you're a Soul Master, so you should recover faster. Go back and rest first." The blacksmith shop owner paused and continued, "Your salary will still be paid during your recovery, but you also know that this batch of goods needs to be delivered within three days. Looking at your situation, you won't be able to make it. What I promised you before can only be distributed to others. You don't mind, right?"
Tang San, who had received simple treatment, felt the piercing pain in his toe and couldn't help but want to stand up and say that he could still work, but as soon as he stood up, he couldn't help but grimace.
"Alright, boss, I'll head back then, and come back when I'm healed."
Tang San reluctantly gave up on the idea of working while injured.
"Hehe. It's nothing, go back and heal properly, come back when you're better. You're a Soul Master, able to work here, and with good skills, why would you be afraid of losing your job?"
The blacksmith shop owner patted his shoulder and said with a smile.
"Come on, one of you apprentices, take Tang San back to the academy, the rest of you disperse. Little Wang, go clean up the workbench, everyone work harder, let's try to finish this batch of goods ahead of schedule, and I'll treat everyone to drinks when we're done."
"Let's go."
An apprentice came to Tang San's side, helping him walk outside.
Tang San didn't refuse, and even after walking out of the blacksmith shop, he could still hear the clanging sounds coming from the blacksmith shop behind him, even more frequent than before, obviously motivated by the boss's promise.
Oh well, Tang San exhaled, he was out of luck with this quick money, he should just go back and heal properly.
Just right, I can spend these few days learning from teacher again, consider it a rest.
If he had known that getting up would lead to "disaster striking," he would have given up on acquiring Purple Qi today, and he shouldn't have come to the blacksmith shop either, today was really unlucky.
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