Wu Song had already made up his mind, early tomorrow morning, he would go to the suburbs to find suitable medicinal materials to heal Ding Yan's injuries.

For the treatment of bruises, he really couldn't do it anymore, in the past, refining medicine was his forte.

It's just that now his true qi can't work, and the effect of the medicine he refines will definitely not be as good as before, but he can't take care of it so much now, and he really can't stand Ding Yan's painful appearance.

Hearing that Wu Song was going out to collect medicine, Xiao Zhao's eyes widened curiously, and he looked him up and down a few times.

"The herbs are still being picked and concocted, will you?"

Wu Song nodded: "Before, uh, when I was outside, there was an injury or something, and my master went to find herbs to treat me. ”

Xiao Zhao also knew that he used to be a "tribesman" and had just arrived in the city.

She nodded: "If you want to collect medicine, I would like to say a place for you." ”

"About half a year ago, my teacher and I passed by Qixialing, and the teacher said that Qixialing runs east-west, just blocking the cold air from the north, and the sunny side is especially suitable for growing all kinds of plants. ”

She smiled: "At that time, she also picked a bouquet of roses, and the flowers were very fragrant, so I had a deep impression of that place." ”

"Qixialing!"

Wu Song silently read it several times and remembered the name of the place.

At that moment, Xiao Zhao said to him, early tomorrow morning, find someone to drive him to Qixialing, so that he would not wander around and delay time.

Ding Yan has been groggy, and the painful ** sound sounded for almost a night, and the next morning, he couldn't wait to set off.

Qixialing Mountain is not high, at a glance, like a long dragon, stretching for dozens of miles, just as Xiao Zhao's teacher said, the south side of the mountain is full of green trees, all kinds of flowers compete for beauty, it is like a paradise for plants to grow.

Worried about Ding Yan's injury, despite the beautiful scenery in front of him, Wu Song didn't have the heart to appreciate it, he began to look for the herbs he needed.

There were quite a few ordinary herbs, but Wu Song didn't look at them, he wanted to find a better one.

The sun gradually rose, the temperature rose, and Wu Song was sweating all over his face.

Although he still hasn't achieved anything so far, he is not discouraged in the slightest.

There was a murmuring sound of running water in his ears, and he followed the sound and walked over, ready to wash his face and cool off.

A clear stream meandered in front of him, and by the brook there was a chic log cabin.

At the door of the cabin, two old men, a man and a woman, were sitting in the shade of a tree playing chess.

The breeze came slowly, bringing a burst of coolness, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, listening to the birds singing in the branches, even Wu Song, a layman, felt relaxed and happy.

Hearing the footsteps, the two old men did not look up, let alone greet Wu Song, and looked at the chessboard in front of them.

The two old men were playing chess, and they had reached the endgame.

Wu Song glanced at it and sat aside to rest.

Although Master Xiao Tianchen is a strange person, he is all good at the left and right ways, and he is a rare master in chess, but Wu Song just doesn't have the heart to learn.

He is young, lively and active by nature, and his daily meditation and cultivation have consumed almost all his patience, so why do he want to sit down and learn to play chess again?

A big black dog lying next to the old man shook his head and came to Wu Song's side, smelling his body curiously.

Wu Song scratched its neck, and the big black dog closed its eyes comfortably.

After about twenty minutes, the old woman suddenly burst into laughter.

"General!"

"Haha, it's not saved, is it?"

"It's your time to cook today!"

Wu Song snickered in his heart, the two old men were old, but they were also happy, and the lottery head of chess was actually who lost and who cooked, which was very interesting.

The old man was not annoyed, raised his head to look at Wu Song, and nodded to him with a smile.

Wu Song stood up and greeted politely: "Hello two old men!"

"Good, good!"

The two old men nodded together.

Suddenly, the old man let out a soft "huh", and he pulled the old woman.

"Look at this young man!"

Wu Song lowered his head when he heard the sound and found that there was nothing abnormal about him.

The old lady nodded to the old man, indicating that she already knew, then turned her head and asked with a pleasant face, "Young man, are you here to play?"

In addition to the mountain road is more difficult to walk, on the whole, Qixialing is not bad, so occasionally, there are people from the city who come here to play.

Wu Song shook his head and replied honestly: "No, I came here to collect medicine." ”

"Collecting medicine?" The old man laughed: "Young man, don't blame me for not listening to my words, your ordinary medicine can't cure it!"

Wu Song shook his head again, just about to say that the old man, your guess was wrong, and he was suddenly shocked in his heart.

Yes, there is something wrong with his body, and it is a big problem!

He had an empty body of true qi, but he couldn't function, so that his kung fu was greatly reduced, and he couldn't use the abundant spiritual energy in this world.

It's just that only he knows about this matter, how can this old man see it?

"Old man, you, how do you know that something is wrong with my body?"

Wu Song was in an excited mood, and he couldn't help but stutter a little when he spoke.

The old man had a smug expression: "Do you need to say this, I know at a glance that your eyes are bloodshot and your face is a little pale......"

Wu Song had a black line: "Old man, that's because I didn't close my eyes all night......"

"At the same time, there is a faint layer of gray air between your eyebrows!" The old man's face became serious when he said this.

"That's, that's dust, right?" Wu Song wiped it twice vigorously: "I've been wandering around the mountains for a long time." ”

"That's not dust, you can't wipe it off!" the old woman spoke, her expression was also very serious: "Young man, you have been cursed!"

If it weren't for the childish faces of these two old men, with a leisurely and indifferent taste between their eyebrows and eyes, maybe Wu Song would have turned around and left, and regarded them as a pair of old liars.

"Curse, curse?"

"It's a curse!" replied the two old men in unison.

Wu Song was dumbfounded, could it be that he unknowingly offended someone and was secretly cursed by him by drawing a circle?

"Then please ask the two old men to help me see, my problem, no, curse, can it be cured?"

Wu Song asked tentatively.

"It can't be cured!"

The two old men replied together.

"I mean we can't cure it!" added the old man, "We only know that you have been cursed, but we don't know who cursed you, what the method of the curse is, and what kind of damage the curse will cause you. ”

Like a man who fell into the water grasping at a straw, Wu Song asked, "You mean that someone will cure my curse?"

"I didn't say that!" the old man denied: "I just said, 'we' can't cure it, and I'm not sure if anyone else can be cured." ”

Hope is like a soap bubble that just appears and is immediately shattered.

Wu Song lifted his spirits and asked sincerely.

"It seems that the two old men have quite a good understanding of curses, can you tell me a little more about curses?"

I had heard him talk about curses when I had been with Master before, but he didn't care.

At that time, he and Master lived in the mountains, and it was common to hear the women arguing, "I curse you not to die well," and almost everyone would scold each other like that.

Even a peasant woman in a remote mountainous area knows the "curse", obviously, this is not a profound knowledge, how can it be worth listening to?

The most important thing is that those who are "cursed" are still living well, which shows that this "cursed" fart is useless, it can only be used to vent anger, it is just a joke!

However, when he became an adult, he learned from the Internet that in the distant camel country, there were archaeologists who would inexplicably die or go crazy after entering the pyramids, and it was rumored that they had fallen under the curse of the pharaoh, but other than that, he knew nothing about it.

Even he himself never thought that after he had become a god, his kung fu would be greatly reduced because of this damn "curse"!

The old man didn't answer his question, he was god, and said after a while.

"How old do you think the two of us can be this year?"

Wu Song had already guessed in his heart when he saw them, so he replied immediately.

"The two old men have a childish face and are in good spirits, I estimate that they are eighty miles away, less than ninety. ”

"The lad is really good at talking!"

The old man and the old grandmother laughed.

"I'm one hundred and twenty-seven years old!"

"I am three years younger than him, one hundred and twenty-four years old. ”

Wu Song was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

He talked to these two old men for a long time, and he could see that their thoughts were very organized, and their speech was unambiguous, how could they be like centenarians?

"What do you guess our relationship is?" asked the old man again.

Do you still need to guess?

At first glance, they are a loving old couple!

However, Wu Song didn't say that, since the old man asked so, it means that they are definitely not husband and wife.

"Are you, classmates?"

"It's pretty much the same, we're brothers and sisters. ”

The old man and the old grandmother laughed, but there was bitterness in their smiles that could not be hidden.

"But, but ......" Wu Song stammered, not knowing what to say, when a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his head, and he cried out.

"Because of the curse!"

"Isn't it!"

"Because of the curse, you two can't be husband and wife!"

Now it was the turn of the two old men to be surprised.

"It's not easy, young man, you really guessed it right!"

The old man stood up and invited Wu Song into the house: "After talking for a long time, I am thirsty, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

Wu Song's curiosity did not shirk, and followed the old man into the wooden house, and the old grandmother went to Zhang Luo.

The two sat down in the room, and Wu Song looked at it for a while, knowing that his judgment just now was right.

The room was a small library, with huge bookcases reaching up to the roof, densely packed with books, many of which were as thick as bricks.

Thinking of their elegant conversation, it is almost certain that these two old men should be scholars or something.

On both sides of the room, there were two small beds, far apart, one of which was blocked by a curtain, Wu Song guessed that it was the old grandmother's bed.

They are not a couple!