Chapter 1612: “Madly in Love with dicine (2)”
Within the room, a hunchbacked figure was huddled over as he squatted beside a dicine stove. The entire room’s four walls were completely blackened, the colour looking like the result of them having been scorched and burnt by fire.
A little old man held a palm shaped fan in his hand as he squatted solemnly by the dicine stove, fanning the palm shaped fan in his hand seriously, with a vigor that attempted to make the flas burn more intensely. In his other hand, was a crumpled piece of paper held in his grip. He would for a mont gaze at the piece of paper awhile and then switch to watch the flas in the dicine stove for awhile after, his gaze highly focused, to the extent that when Tian Ze ca charging in with a roar, the little old man’s face that usually did not show shock suddenly flashed with a sliver of fright where he very nearly threw the piece of paper he held in his hand right into the dicine stove.
“You little scoundrel! What are you hollering about! ?” The little old man then carefully held the treasure he had managed to get his hands on after much effort in his hands, his eyes glaring in contempt at Tian Ze who had co charging in. It was not known from when his white grey beard had been smudged with ash and people who did not know any better would have thought it was so beggar who had sprouted out of nowhere. Who would have thought that this very decrepit old man here would be the Headmaster of the Cloudy Brook Academy! ?
Tian Ze was suddenly feeling a little short of breath from the little old man’s shout and he instinctively shrank his head into his shoulders, unable to laugh or cry as he stared at the absolutely hilarious look his own Master was sporting at that very mont.
“It was wrong of and I should not have shouted, but Master, haven’t we co to an agreent? We can only carry out the cultivation of dicine only on the academy’s rest day every month? Tell , if you burn up this place one more ti and let the disciples see it, wouldn’t it kick up another bout of ruckus?” Tian Ze was really at his wits end here. This Master of his was really the most unconventional and eccentric Master under the Heavens. As the Headmaster of the Cloudy Brook Academy, he didn’t bother with anything but only knew how to dump everything onto this poor unfortunate disciple of his.
If he was rely just dumping all his duties on him, it would still not be that bad, but the little old man had absolutely zero talent for dicine and he had to be so madly intrigued and infatuated towards cultivating elixirs and trying to learn all sorts of dical skills. Many a ti, he would inadvertently dredge up a whole ss of various kinds of herbs, bringing with him so sort of dical prescription that he had swindled out from any one of the teachers from the dical faculty and then hide himself here to secretly attempt to cultivate.
If it was rely cultivating dicine, then it was just a little dical cultivation being carried out here. But this Master of his did not possess the capability to successfully cultivate any kind of dicine but was more than able to burn down the place. Tian Ze had already lost count on the number of tis his Master had destroyed this place with fire and he really did not want to recall the number of tis he had been forced to ingest all those insane and maniacal “poison” his Master terd as dicine!
Tian Ze could still rember when there was one ti he was rely suffering from a slight cold and he would just need to take a little dicine before it would go away in a day or two. But his Master had then appeared before him laughing as he took out a lump of so unidentified substance he had concocted and insisted that it was dicine that he had just managed to cultivate, that was best for treating a cold with miraculous effects. He had then forced Tian Ze to swallow it.
The effect had indeed been miraculous!
It had caused Tian Ze’s slight cold to deteriorate so badly that he sustained internal injuries where he had vomited blood for three days straight. All the teachers from the dical faculty had to be driven into a fluster before they managed to save this little life of his.
Ever since then, Tian Ze knew that his very own Master was not cultivating dicine, but concocting lethal poison!
A person who had absolutely no talent in dicine but just insisted on picking it up, wasn’t that just torturing himself?
“Hmph! Who are you calling Master! Address as Lord! You’re really becoming more and more unfilial! You dare to actually doubt your Master’s skills in dicine! ? Are you already tired of living! ?” Being grumbled at by his disciple, the little old man beca so angry his eyes glared and his beard bristled in indignation, almost wanting to stuff that disciple of his right into the dicine stove to have him incinerated.
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