To treat Shanhua, since the scalper pie is useful, Daddy Li can't say a word, he asked Da Mao to stay and take care of Shanhua, and he went alone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After Daddy Li left, Lin Siyang went into the house to pay attention to the wrinkled archmage's treatment method, the wrinkled archmage looked very calm, and he had a great sense of success, he told Da Mao to boil some boiling water, when the water boiled, the wrinkled archmage took an object from his waist, Lin Siyang didn't see what it was, the wrinkled archmage shook his hand, and the thing was thrown into the pot.

Da Mao kept adding firewood to the stove, the water in the pot was boiling, and the steam suddenly had a fishy smell.

Daddy Li brought his cattle with him, and there were a few villagers who came over to watch the excitement.

Da Mao saw Daddy Li coming, and hurriedly entered the house to reply, "Master, the cow is here."

The wrinkled archmage snorted lightly with his nose, and he didn't know if he was a little sleepy, and his eyelids didn't seem to be able to open at all, so he simply squinted his eyes and said slowly, "How much water is there in the pot?" ”。

"There are almost two scoops left," Da Mao estimated.

"I still have to burn it, only a small half bowl is left...... "The more the wrinkled archmage spoke, the quieter he became, and before he could finish a sentence, he actually leaned on the chair and took a nap.

The wrinkled archmage's order was an order, and Da Mao walked to the hall and vigorously added firewood to the stove, and the burning branches made a crackling sound from time to time.

The less moisture in the pot, the stronger the fishy smell became, and the people around first frowned, then involuntarily covered their mouths and noses, and then ran to the yard one by one.

Everyone could go out and take a breath, but this big hair couldn't, and in order to avoid the unpleasant smell, he kept his head as close to the ground as possible, and at the end, he almost fell to the ground.

The wrinkled archmage woke up a little, he stretched out his arm, kicked his legs, and casually said to a Taoist boy beside him, "Tong'er, go and see how the rune water is boiled."

"Yes" A fairy boy responded, presumably he had not yet cultivated his true body, first took a deep breath, then held his breath, and when he arrived at the hall, he looked at it for a while, and immediately returned, "Master, Fu Shui should be about the same."

The wrinkled archmage flicked his robe with his hand, and then got up, he shook the dust, and the little boy immediately understood, and ran to the hall to let Da Mao collect the talisman water and present it.

finally looked forward to this sentence, Da Mao seemed to have received a pardon, and hurriedly filled the talisman water in a porcelain bowl and walked into the house.

"Drink it," Archmage Wrinkled commanded.

Da Mao looked at the wrinkled archmage and rolled his eyes, "Master, archmage, I'...... Drink it?".

The wrinkled archmage glanced at Da Mao with contempt, and pointed at the mountain flower with a whisk of dust, "It's her."

"Uh" Da Mao nodded again and again, then jumped onto the kang and gently called to the mountain flowers.

At this time, Shanhua was afraid that she only had half a breath, she lay on the kang and had no reaction.

"Mage, look at this ......" Da Mao didn't know how to deal with this situation.

"Irrigation!" Archmage's tone was firm and resolute.

"Uh" Da Mao agreed, he picked up the mountain flower with one hand, boasted a few times to the side of the bowl with the other hand, and then poured talisman water into the mouth of the mountain flower.

Fu water poured in a lot, but it overflowed a lot along the corners of Shanhua's mouth.

The process was finally completed, and Da Mao waited for the next step from Master Wrinkle.

"Is there a millstone for milling rice in the village?" Archmage Wrinkled asked.

"Yes".

"And lead the chief of this way forward."

"Uh," Da Mao said, jumping off the kang and walking in front to show the way for Grand Master Wrinkle.

It was almost a night of tossing, and when everyone came out, the east was already gray and white, and as people were walking, a crow flew in the northwest direction with a 'quack'.

"It's not a good sign," Father Li muttered to himself, holding the cow.

I don't know how many years of history the millstone in the village has, anyway, there has been this millstone since the time when Daddy Li remembers, and the villagers are almost counting on this millstone to live.

"It's here" Da Mao nodded to the wrinkled archmage, looking extremely respectful.

"Hmm," said Archmage Wrinkle, who seemed accustomed to speaking in a nasal voice, circled the millstone twice, and then said, "Tie the cow and bring the pregnant woman again."

None of the people present knew what the Wrinkled Archmage wanted, could it be that he couldn't cast a spell here to eliminate the demon?!