Chapter 412

After being severely trained by Ye Ziheng, the disciples of tianxingmen acquiesced to Qin Feng's advice and agreed to go to the medical school to learn medical skills.

After all, ye Ziheng has said so much. If they don't understand, they will become fools.

"It's annoying to go to the medical school to learn medical skills."

A disciple could not help complaining.

"What's the matter? I think it's still very good. There is more security for life, and it won't waste much time when I say it."

Another disciple came over and gathered the disciple's shoulder and said.

"I know, but I just feel bored, and even if I learn it, it's not very useful, or it's seldom used."

"I know what you want to say. There are always exceptions. As elder martial brother ye said, we can't guarantee that there are enough pills all the time."

Saying this, the disciple paused, with a smile on his face, and then said.

"Besides, if it's learned and can't be used in my whole life, I might be very happy."

Another disciple smiled after listening.

……

On a terrace a few miles away from the square, a man in black robe and hood leans on the wooden fence and looks at the crowd in the square.

If ye Ziheng saw this man in black, he would be shocked, because this man in black is the alien.

And behind the stranger, Qin Han took a pot of tea in his hand and poured half a cup of tea into each of the two cups in front of him.

The stranger came slowly, sat on the chair, picked up the cup of tea and took a sip.

"Good tea."

Said the stranger, with a faint smile on his face.

Qin Han smiled and took a sip of tea, and said after half a ring.

"Don't you want to say something to me?"

A smile from the stranger.

"Say what?"

"Why are you in the grave? How did you get in? "

Qin Han said, his eyes fixed on the alien.

"Can't I be in the grave?"

"It's not. It's just strange why you chose to go in at that time."

Qin Han then asked, a pair of broken casserole asked in the end.

But the stranger took the cup in his hand and took another sip.

"Coincidence."

Qin Han shook his head after listening. Coincidentally, this kind of words can only deceive ghosts.

"If you don't want to say it, after all, you have no obligation to tell me."

Qin Han said as he picked up the teapot and added half a cup of tea to the already empty cup of the stranger.

"But there is a question I must ask you, and you must answer me."

As he spoke, his tone suddenly became serious, no longer smiling as before.

The stranger looked at Qin Han, but still with a smile, not because Qin Han's serious expression changed.

"If I could, I would."

Seeing this, Qin Han asked directly, "ye Ziheng, is he your disciple?"

When the stranger heard this, he was stunned. The tea cup he had just picked up stopped in the middle of the air. It took him a long time to get back to his senses.

"Hahaha, why do you think he is my disciple?"

"When you set up a big battle in front of his villa door, I thought you wanted to hurt him, but later, I found the small box and the things inside. I doubted that you might not hurt him, but to temper him. This time, after the grave accident, you go into the grave again. I think the entrance of the grave suddenly opens, which has something to do with you. "