"Shu Chen, I am willing to exchange with you a few books compiled by my Haoshou Poor Sutra, after you have these medical books, you will be the most powerful divine doctor in the world." Shen Qiao'an had lived in Fetch Peak Mountain before, and he knew what this medical book meant.

Generally speaking, he would not take out the medical books, these things are his secrets.

"I'm sorry!" The statement is cold and frowned, a straightforward refusal.

Shen Qiao'an felt very uncomfortable, if she could, at this moment she wanted to rush out and slap the statement and wake up this stubborn devil, but she couldn't.

"I—I'll kneel for you." The old farmer had no choice but to bow her proud head, and she knelt in front of him like that.

Seeing him kneeling, he laughed rampantly, and the unruly laughter made people's backs hairy.

"It's late! Owner, it's too late, kill him! He turned around, commanded coldly, and several of the guards knelt in front of him.

The head of the guard said: "Little master, the master was the most first-class good person when he was young, and he has been accumulating virtue and doing good deeds all his life, how can you, how do you let the villain start?" ”

"Kill him! This is my command! He roared.

"Hey!" Before Qiao An could react, Sister Hong had already leapt over like lightning and fought with these people.

Qiao An couldn't hide, so she could only show up with her, and she duel with the statement.

That statement was very powerful before, Joan was afraid of mistakes, and there were more times to retreat and fewer times to attack.

But Joan was surprised to find that she had just overestimated him, and he was not at all as powerful as she expected.

Soon, Joan had the upper hand.

Shen Qiaoan kicked the statement in the chest, and the statement flew out, and Sister Hong had already defeated the rest of the people, and approached the statement like a storm.

Joan picked up the knife of the guard on the ground and split the old owner's shackles.

Sister Hong carried the dying statement and threw it in front of the two of them.

She gave the fish intestine sword in her hand to the old owner and ordered: "Kill this devil quickly, and avenge the men, women, and children on the mountain!" The old farmer held the fish intestine sword and approached the statement step by step.

With the sound of his approaching footsteps, Shen Qiao'an's heartbeat was also messy, and she didn't know if it was out of sympathy or some other inexplicable emotion, she was a little sorry.

"No!" The old farmer handed the fish intestine sword back to Sister Hong, "I can't do this." ”

Sister Hong was frightened and said worriedly: "If you don't kill him, he will kill you, and he will kill your wife and your son, how many lives do you have!" Now is the time for you to be soft-hearted? "Sister Hong is a good teacher, and she encouraged the fish intestine sword to the old owner again.

"Nope! Heaven has the virtue of a good life, how can I kill him! ”

"Bag!" Sister Hong cursed, half-squatted in front of the statement, and lifted the statement's bun.

"Sister Hong, don't make any extraneous branches, let's go!" Qiao An gritted her teeth and shook her head slightly at Sister Hong.

The two of them rescued the old farmer, and the old owner was grateful to them.

The wheels were rolling, and soon they were out of danger, and Sister Hong was so hungry that she said hungrily, "Go to the inn in front and eat something." The three of them entered the inn, and after eating, Joan glanced at the old owner.

"Why are you still worried, now that we are out of danger, everything is absolutely safe." Shen Qiaoan looked at the old owner.

"If you don't kill the statement, the statement will kill you, and your grievances will never be finished." Sister Hong said as she held a brocade handkerchief to wipe the long sword, and the long sword was cold and bright, like autumn water.

The movement of her wiping the sword was very graceful.

"Joan! Please help me. The old farmer frowned and looked at Shen Qiaoan.

"Say, as long as I can help, I will promise you." Qiao An looked at the old farmer, and the old farmer said, "Send me back." ”

"Don't worry, even if we are birds, don't we have to fly back one by one?" Qiao An patted the old farmer on the shoulder, at this moment the old owner smiled bitterly, took a sip of wine, he first shook his head at Qiao An, and then slowly opened a sachet that he was carrying.

The old farmer took out a small box from the sachet and took out a parchment roll from the small box.

"Here's for you, Joan, it's what I've learned all my life."

"This me," Joan was speechless, not knowing what the old owner meant.

"You have long worshipped me as a teacher, this is the secret of my master, and I will give it to you today! I was selfish and reluctant to carry this door forward, but now I ask you to sort it out and print it in a book and give it to those in need. ”

"Okay, I got it." Joan nodded solemnly.

"Help me take care of my children, Qiao An, I buried a lot of gold and silver jewelry under the Ziwei Palace of Fengshan, you can take it out, you can ensure that my son has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life." Shen Qiaoan heard this. Knowing that the old farmer was explaining what had happened, he hurriedly returned the parchment roll to him.

"You still have to do these things yourself, I can't do it for you." It's not that Shen Qiaoan doesn't like his parchment rolls, it's not that Shen Qiaoan can't help him dig for gold, but that Qiao An hopes that everyone will have a happy ending.

"Joan, are you sure you don't? If you don't want it, give it to me, I'll be of great use. Sister Hong said while staring at the long sword, and Qiao An thought that Sister Hong was going to use the secret of the master to wipe the long sword, and pushed Sister Hong away.

"When is it, why don't you have a proper shape yet?" Sister Hong smiled gradually.

In the end, the old owner still persuaded Shen Qiaoan, and he still let Shen Qiaoan send him back to the tomb of the living dead.

"What are we going to do, wait?" Sister Hong looked at the dark corridor.

"Go to a farther place and wait, this is their personal grudge, you and I should not wade into troubled waters." Qiao An looked at Sister Hong.

Sister Hong and Joan leave the tomb.

The two found a nearby inn to rest, and in the middle of the night, Sister Hong was sleepy, "What about that parchment roll, you take it out, I'll take a look." ”

"Returned." Qiao An got up, "That's the fruit of Master's old man's life, how can I take it casually?" Besides, the proud protégé in Master's eyes is that he is not me. ”

"I see that guy has gone mad and will die soon!" Sister Hong sighed.

There was no darkness or dawn in the cave, and it was always a gray tone, and the old farmer arrived again, and found that everyone was anxiously gathered around the statement.

"Little master! Little master. ”

"Young Master! Wake up, young master! The people wept bitterly.

In a cry of mourning, the old farmer went and returned, and someone approached the old farmer with a sword, "It's all you bad old man, if you didn't bring the mourning star, would our little master be like this?" ”

"Take your life." Someone is going to kill the old farmer.

The leader of the guards pushed the man away, he saluted respectfully to the old farmer, about the revenge of Young Master Chen, he was involved from beginning to end, he knew the old farmer better than the rest.

"You're back, owner? You're here to heal and save people, right? Old man, you are kind-hearted, hurry up and show our young master. ”

"I felt something was wrong just now," the old farmer said to everyone: "Please put aside today's personal gains and losses, we have a big deal!" The old farmer said, and on the other hand, he asked people to raise it and state it, and put it on the cloud couch.

When the statement was dying, he stretched out his hand to check his pulse, and after listening to the pulse of the statement, his face was like ashes.

"Let me see the tongue coating." The old farmer opened the mouth of the statement, and after looking at the pulse and tongue coating, the old farmer looked at the pupils and so on.

Everything has been seen, and the old owner is silent.

"This? You are a well-informed old man, do you know what the disease is? The head of the guard gave the flag a cup of tea and asked cautiously.

"Recently, the little young master has often been sluggish, especially when he is angry! It's really weird, and I ask you to prescribe a medicine at your discretion. ”

The leader of the guard bowed as he spoke.

The owner nodded, his expression was still solemn, "The so-called five labors and seven injuries, hurting the liver and spleen, although your little master is strong in martial arts, but he has consumed his heart and veins because of martial arts, hey." ”

The head of the guard heard the old farmer sigh, knowing that the little young master was suffering from an incurable disease nine times out of ten, he motioned for his subordinates to retreat, and waited for everyone to leave one after another, before this person asked: "Old fairy, what do you say?" ”

"Treat it first, and we'll see it later."

"Then please." The leader of the guards said, "If there is anything you need my help with, just ask." ”

The old farmer left the head of the guard to help himself and began to treat him.

The first course of treatment was soon over, and the statement gradually woke up, he stared at the Yin Owl's eyes, snatched the silver needle from the old fairy's hand, and said angrily: "You bewitching people, what did you and my subordinates say? You are plotting against me, you! ”

He held the silver needle and stabbed it on the wrist of the old farmer, who endured the severe pain and sighed: "You let me treat it quickly, otherwise my life will be short." ”

"Even if it's me, me, I'm going to die, it has nothing to do with you!" He pushed the old farmer away with all his might.

"Shu Chen!" The old owner said gently: "I don't care if you are their little master or a statement, in my eyes you are still Shu Chen, and you are still the head of the guards of my Fengshan Mountain!" You said I was going to kill you, I bewitched the people, think about it! If I had killed you, I would have done it long ago after you fainted! ”

"Then I don't want you to save it!" But after all, he was so sick that even though he pushed the old farmer hard, the old farmer still did not move.

"Wei Shackles!" The old farmer sighed, "Aren't you happy to press your little master?" The leader of the guard said "offended" and suppressed the statement.

The process of treatment was difficult, but after the second course of treatment, it became clear that the stated condition was under control, and that night, the statement woke up.

There were a few elders sitting beside him, and the head of the guard, Wei Lian, said: "Little young master, in recent times, the old fairy has been fainting from exhaustion in order to cure your disease, she needs to keep observing your pulse and heartbeat for twelve hours, and if there is a problem, immediately change the treatment plan." ”

"yes, that's all there to see." An old man said seriously: "I also thought that this old fox had other intentions before, but now it seems that it is the old man who lives the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain." ”

"Young master, it's time to put it down." In the crowd, a woman looked timidly at the statement.

As soon as he said this, everyone chatted, "This is all about Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds, little young master, we have killed one more person in the Ouyang family, as for the culprit, they all died unexpectedly, and if they continue, I am afraid that it will damage the yin owl." ”

Wei Lian stared at his palm for a moment, and suddenly shuddered, "I have nightmares every day, young master!" As soon as I closed my eyes, those souls of the dead came to me! ”

"I often dream of lonely ghosts, young master, forget it," the woman was still saying, her voice was very gentle, the spring breeze was many, "Decades have passed, what country hates family feuds, according to my opinion, it has been written off, you let him go, he treated you, this is the number of days." ”

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