Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

   Chapter 869

   "Are you dazzled?" The old woman smiled and tucked Su Haitang into the quilt.

   "You can't reflect the light in front of the light. It's a big fuss, go to bed, and go up the mountain tomorrow to pick up some herbs. Before going out, help me kill the pheasant, and stew the soup to make up for this girl's body."

  The two of them supported each other and slowly walked out of the house with the oil lamp in hand.

   The eyeballs under Su Haitang's eyelids moved again, falling into a coma again, and his mind kept reciting as if consciously: Dao can be Dao, very Dao; famous name, very famous...

   On Yuncang Mountain, which is thousands of miles away, on the top of Qiyue Peak surrounded by white mist, a tall figure floated out of the cave and walked on the moon.

  When he finally understood the cause and effect of a hundred years ago, he was able to get rid of a worry.

   "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate, the poor road is on the way here, and I am hungry and thirsty, can I ask for a bowl of water to drink?"

  The old hunter who was catching chickens in the chicken coop raised his head, faced the figure of a fairy, and hurriedly raised his voice to greet his wife.

   "Old lady, your distinguished guest is coming, pour a bowl of hot water!"

   As he said that, he glanced at the Taoist's snow-white whisk and the spotless blue Taoist robe, smiled naively, rubbed his hands and explained with a slightly restrained expression.

   "There is a sick person at home, I don't mean to offend you by killing a chicken to make up my body."

   The Taoist smiled slightly, with a calm demeanor.

   "No problem, the old man can do it himself."

  The old woman brought a bowl of water, respectfully invited the Taoist to drink it, and asked carefully.

   "I don't know where Xianchang Xianxiang is? Why did you come? If it's convenient, can you diagnose the foolish couple? I don't dare to give up offerings."

   The Taoist was slightly surprised and smiled.

   "Meeting is fate, it should be. The poor Taoist came to visit the old man, to see the two faces, to be healthy, but to have no relationship with children, I don't know the patient..."

   "The Taoist master has good eyesight!" The old hunter kept listening with his ears open. Seeing that he had revealed the inner story of the two of them without children, he was so excited that he admired them even more, and invited people into the house.

   "Don't dare to lie to the fairy, this sick girl was rescued by my old lady and I in the mountains yesterday."

   "I don't know which young lady was in trouble. The one who was alone fainted in this barren mountain. You are skilled in medicine. Let me see again?"

   The Taoist answered with a smile, followed the two kind old people into the back room, smelled the familiar smell of medicine, and smiled at the two of them.

   "Two people are very warm-hearted, admirable."

  Old Orion saw his friendly attitude and felt close.

   "Hey, what's the point of this, who doesn't have any troubles? If you can help me, I'll help you, it's good to accumulate virtue."

   The Taoist nodded.

   "A family that accumulates virtue and does good deeds will have good fortune."

   The old hunter rubbed his hands happily.

   "Thank you for your blessings!"

   The Taoist entered the Westinghouse, stretched out his fingers and pressed Su Haitang's wrist, and raised his brows.

"How?"

  The old woman asked with concern, pressed the horns for Su Haitang, and covered her face.

   An unmarried girl's family is not easy to meet foreign men, and her name is important.

   "It's okay, the recipes for the poor are still right for the symptoms. It's hard for you to always remember that it has been passed down for four generations, right?"

   "You, you..." When the old hunter heard this was wrong, his eyes widened in surprise, and he stuttered.

Daoist    put down Su Haitang's arm, smiled slightly, and reported his home.

   "Poor Dao Qinghe, once had a relationship with the ancestors, and left a pair of heat-clearing and detoxifying prescriptions, and a communication jade."

  Qinghe took out a white jade jade and handed it to the old man.

   The old hunter rubbed his eyes, looked at the familiar jade, and went back to the house to pull out the one from his own house. The two were exactly the same!

   "It turns out that the Immortal Chang arrived!"

   (end of this chapter)