Everyone in the division is lying down, relying on me to involute and soar up

Where did this silly boy come from?

Yun Miaomiao took a second look and found that the man on the ground was wearing familiar clothes, green and white clothes with beautiful silver threads. He looked like...

People from Qingming Sect?

"These days, everyone really wants to become Master An as their teacher. How dare you call me here without even looking at your identity?"

The sarcastic words suddenly sounded, and a richly dressed young man walked slowly, surrounded by his attendants. His face was full of ridicule. He pointed at the thing in the attendant's hands behind him and sneered:

"See, this is what you should bring as a disciple."

The people kneeling on the ground paid no attention.

Seeing that people were ignoring him, the noble prince looked very unhappy. He glanced at Yun Miaomiao who was watching the show and said angrily:

"What are you looking at? Dressed up like this, you are not a good person at first glance. Go away and don't come here to be an eyesore!"

"I'm not a good person. I'm better off than someone who is... rude?" Yun Miaomiao raised her eyebrows. After she said that, she turned to ask the person kneeling on the ground and said:

"You are from Qingming Sect, don't you already have a disciple? Why are you still here to become a disciple?"

"The Qingming Sect cultivates formations and talismans, and there is no one who practices alchemy. I want to learn alchemy, so I come here to become a disciple."

The man said, thinking that Yun Miaomiao was also here to become a disciple, so he kindly reminded:

"If you are also here to become a disciple, just wait here. Master An accepts disciples based on his wishes. If you wait a little longer, you may have a chance."

"It's ridiculous, only you poor people would think so."

The noble prince snorted coldly. He looked down upon the two of them and sent someone to knock on the door.

As a result, as soon as he knocked on the door and he didn't say anything, he saw a head popping up from inside and scolded him severely:

"Noisy, noisy, noisy! I wonder if Master An wants to rest at night! Master An doesn't accept disciples! You don't understand human language, do you?"

"Hey, it's convenient... Our young master is from Lincheng. He is the direct son of the Feng family and the future head of the family. Now he comes here specifically to become a disciple. Does Master An really not consider meeting him?"

"Go, go, go, even if the King of Heaven is here!" The medicine attendant waved his hands indifferently, and slammed the door shut after speaking, not giving him any face!

Yun Miaomiao couldn't help laughing.

The man kneeling on the ground had an expression as expected.

Everyone knows that Master An has a bad temper and is notoriously difficult to take care of. He never gives anyone a good look. No matter who he is, he can be pleasant to others only if that person is in line with his wishes and meets his eyes. What's more, he is the master of the Medicine Pavilion. Who has he never seen before?

"Why are you laughing! If I can't get in, you can't even think about it!"

Mr. Feng was furious.

He glared at the two of them fiercely, mocking and disdainfully saying:

"Poor guys like you will never even think about stepping into the door of the Medicine Pavilion in this life."

"Really?" Yun Miaomiao felt funny: "Then if I go in, how will you treat me?"

"If you can go in, I will kneel down, kowtow to you three times, and call you aunt!" Mr. Feng sneered, not taking her seriously at all.

"But if you can't get in, you have to kneel down for me! Call me uncle!"

"That's really exciting."

Yun Miaomiao said, and said to the man on the ground casually:

"Master An does not accept disciples easily. If you want to become a disciple, this is not enough. Since you want to learn alchemy, you must show your talent in this area and use this method to convince him. You can think about it carefully. If you have any skills, I can take you in."

The man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then quickly said after he came to his senses:

"I am the son of the leader of the Dan Sect of Nanfanbuzhou. I have the Marrow Cleansing Pill and the God Awakening Pill of the Dan Sect. My attainments in the alchemy path have reached an advanced stage!"

After he finished speaking, he felt a little unreal in a daze, and couldn't help but ask:

"Can you really take me in?"

"Dan Sect? Wasn't the sect destroyed a hundred years ago?" Yun Miaomiao raised her eyebrows. She vaguely remembered that she had a drink with the first Dan Sect master in her previous life, but in the memory of the original owner, the sect had been destroyed.

Unexpectedly, there are still descendants left today.

That's strange.

"Well, looking at your age, you are already in the early stages of advanced training at a young age, and your talent is pretty good. You succeeded in convincing me."

Yun Miaomiao said, slowly walked forward, and like the attendant just now, gently knocked on the door.

The apothecary at the door shouted impatiently:

"Didn't I tell you all! Master An doesn't accept disciples. If you make trouble again, I will drive you all away! If you are wise, you'd better leave me now, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "

After the medicine attendant finished yelling and was about to close the door again, Yun Miaomiao said:

"Drive them all away, including me?"

"Nonsense, when..." The medicine waiter's words got stuck after seeing the person clearly.

He swallowed silently, and had already thought of a hundred ways to survive in his mind. Before he could speak, Mr. Feng sneered:

"What are you pretending to be? Did you hear me? Who do you think you are? You're not like me. You can't even get in! Look, you better stop wasting your efforts. Kneel down and call me uncle! I'll do that. Let you go!"

Yun Miaomiao raised her eyebrows.

"Uncle? What uncle?" The medicine attendant's pupils were shaking.

Yun Miaomiao explained: "Oh, he said that if I can't enter the door of the medicine pavilion, he will let me kneel down and call him uncle."

"Of course you have to shout, letting people like you enter the medicine pavilion is simply dirtying the medicine pavilion!" Mr. Feng snorted coldly, turned around and smiled flatteringly at the medicine attendant:

"Sir, these two people are poor people. I don't know where they came from. They really can't stand on the stage. I will help you clean them up right now!"

"Clean up? You mean cleaning her up?" The medicine attendant pointed to Yun Miaomiao next to her.

Mr. Feng nodded and began to fantasize in his heart. If he helped the Medicine Pavilion, he might be able to see Master An!

"What a fart! This is Master An's master, clean her up, are you looking for death!" The medicine attendant scolded directly. After speaking, several people poured out of the medicine pavilion, and very rudely raised the swords in their hands. Aimed at Mr. Feng!

Yun Miaomiao was protected by everyone behind her, and she was calm and calm, like a king in control of everything!

Mr. Feng was confused.

The people kneeling on the ground were also stunned.

"Impossible! She...how could she be Master An's master?!" Listening to the voice, this is obviously a yellow-haired girl!

"Who says it's impossible! Who dares to act so arrogant in my medicine pavilion!"

As soon as Mr. Feng finished speaking, an old man rushed out of the medicine pavilion. He was cursing, but when he came to Yun Miaomiao, his attitude changed completely. He smiled ingratiatingly and said respectfully. :

"Master, when did you come? It seems that you didn't tell me in advance that you were here so that I could send someone to pick you up."