"Shaodian, according to the old man's speculation on the treasure map, ...... That man's mansion must be hidden somewhere deep in the mountains of Nanli. ”

A slightly old voice replied calmly.

"Now it seems that the direction they are heading in is undoubtedly the location of the treasure!"

It turned out to be Yan Shaodian, the arrogant and noble son of the day of the wrought iron workshop, and a fifth uncle in his mouth, that is, the fifth uncle Yan in Lu Feng's mouth.

"Hey, the praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Meng Yao, do you really think you can escape the palm of my hand? hehe, I'll let you live happily for two more days!" Yan Shaodian sneered, as if exhaling a cold wind.

"When Young Master Ben obtains the treasure, I'll let you live happily!"

It is already obvious whether this happiness is the other or not. Xiao Nan shook his head secretly, it was really people who died for money, and birds died for food.

Fifth Uncle Yan didn't reply, and the two quietly disappeared into the mountains and forests, as if they had never appeared.

The next day, Xiaojia Bamboo Courtyard.

Xiao Nan practiced the pile method three times as usual, breathed in the morning sun, and entered the house for a long time.

"Mother, Anan is hungry!"

He turned on the cute mode and shouted outside the house.

However, Lan Xi, who had always hurt him, did not respond immediately this time, and there were bursts of coughing, and then he was dumb in his throat, and there was no movement.

"Mother...... Mother, mother-" He hesitated and called out continuously, and a strong uneasy premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

He rushed out of the bamboo hut, and saw Lan Xi's hair scattered, lying crooked in front of the stove, and a few deep and shallow blood stains were sprinkled on the ground.

"Mother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" Xiao Nan anxiously threw himself beside Lan Xi and shouted loudly.

He reached out to the pale face—a faint snort, dead breath, but still a glimmer of life!

"Doctor...... I'm looking for a doctor, no, a doctor...... I need to find a doctor! Where is the doctor, where is the doctor?"

He thought anxiously, and finally remembered something.

"Nanli tribe...... Knot Grass House, by the way, Knot Grass House...... Seven Doctors of Medicine!"

Xiao Nan's eyes released a light of hope.

Lan Xi, ingenious, virtuous and kind, is a gentle and loving mother, but also a distressing weak woman...... But don't let anything happen!

"You are my only relative in this world, I ...... I won't allow you to have anything to do with you!"

He moved Lan Xi onto the cart with difficulty, and there was only one thought left in his heart: "Hurry up, hurry up! I want to save you, I want to save you, I must save you, mother!"

The small figure pulled up the cart, ignored the red blood marks on his shoulders, and ran wildly towards the knotted grass house.

A moment later, Xiao Nan came to a grass hut made of withered grass. There are three grass houses in total, and the front of the house is staggered with bamboo poles, and all kinds of herbs are placed on it to dry.

There is a half-stone stele diagonally standing on the periphery, and the stele is engraved with the words "Knot Grass House".

An old man with a white beard holding an ebony fan was standing in front of the medicine rack to count the numbers. He was dressed in a coarse white shirt, squinting his eyes slightly, and didn't look at Xiao Nan who came in a hurry.

He is the most famous physician of the Nanli tribe, named Qima, and I have heard that no incurable disease can stump him. The clansmen respectfully called him "the medicine fairy".

"Boy Xiao Nan, beg the medical fairy to save my mother!" he knelt down in front of the knotted grass house, kowtowing with a "bang, bang", and pleading firmly in his mouth.

"Boy Xiao Nan, beg the medical fairy to save my mother!"

......

The old man glanced at him suspiciously, then looked at Lan Xi on the cart, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Looking, hearing and inquiring, this is the basic skill of a doctor. As the most famous medical immortal of the Nanli tribe, how could he not.

It's a pity that Xiao Nan, who kowtowed, happened to lower his head and didn't see it.

Qifu shook the ebony fan and stepped forward, sighing: "Child, I'm not a medical immortal, call me Uncle Seven Immortals! ”

After a while, he entered the grass house.

Qifu scalded the silver needles, pierced them into several big holes in Lanxi, and boiled out a bowl of soup and medicine to feed it. His bearded hair fluttered, and his skillful movements made Xiao Nan rise a little confident.

After a while, Lan Xi finally woke up slowly, but although the eyes he opened were beautiful, he could no longer hide his deep exhaustion and sadness.

"Mourning, there is no greater heart than death...... Little girl, is there anything you can't see?" asked Nanato, stroking her long white beard, puzzled.

Heart disease also requires heart medicine.

Lan Xi didn't answer, just looked at Qima quietly. The eyes are full of bone-eroding grayness, and the love is so deep, how to live alone.

Nanama sighed deeply, stopped talking, and turned to leave. Xiao Nan was like an electric shock, and his heart ached like a knife.

Mourning is greater than dying. Ask the world, what is love, so much?

"Mother, you drink the medicine first. With tears in his eyes, he used a soup spoon to open Lan Xi's pale lips, "Uncle Seven Immortals has great powers, and he will definitely cure you." ”

Lan Xi closed his eyes weakly, his heart full of guilt for Xiao Nan.

"Uncle Seven Immortals, my mother kisses her...... How is she?" Xiao Nan walked out of the grass hut, trying to squeeze out a smile, holding on to the last shred of luck, and asked Qima.

"The heart is like ashes, and life is cut off. The medical immortals are tied, and the medicine stones are powerless. Child, your mother's lifespan is only one month at most. ”

Qifu stretched out his hand and touched Bai Huahua's beard, as if he couldn't bear to be hit so hard, and said with relief: "Birth, old age, sickness and death are all human nature. Child, let the mourning be smooth. ”

Xiao Nan gritted his teeth, feeling that his eyes were moist in an instant, but he held back his tears and did not fall.

No matter what, he couldn't imagine how his mother, who was smiling and smiling a few days ago, suddenly came to the end of her life.

He vaguely saw the gentle Lan Xi, covering his mouth with a cloth, coughing up blood, turning around, but pretending to be indifferent, smiling at himself.

The world is impermanent, the sky is ruthless! Life is like an ant, woo hoo lament!

"Uncle Seven Immortals, Xiao Nan begs you...... Please save your mother!" he knelt down again, knocking down his head one by one, allowing a little blood to spill from his forehead, but not changing his color in the slightest.

"You are a Nanli medical immortal, the medicine is cured, and your reputation is far and wide! You must have a way, right?"

Qifu looked up at the sky, his face was unbearable, and he waved an ebony fan and sighed softly: "Since ancient times, I have been sick and crazy, and the blue sea and blue sky are seeking a wonderful way." An knows life and death and other idle matters, and is free of mirrors when accompanying relatives. ”

Xiao Nanru was shocked, and stood on the ground in a daze, tears raining down.

The morning sun shone a cold glow, shining on the grass house, casting a shadow and half falling on the two of them.

The light and darkness are soft and lonely, bitterly cold, as if they want to pull their hearts into the abyss.

In those passing years, the gentle face is bright and bright, the outline is clear, and the warmth is heartbreaking.

......

"My mother knows that Anan will continue to work hard and will be successful in the future. Lan Xi couldn't bear to touch his little head, and a reluctant smile appeared on his face.

......

"Anan, tomorrow will be the enlightenment of the witch path, you have to fight for your mother. Lan Xi served a bowl of thick soup, and the meat was fragrant.

She beckoned to Xiao Nan, "Come on, come on, my mother stewed a bowl of tiger bone soup for you." Come and drink it, replenish your body, and behave well tomorrow. ”

......

"My mother is here, so I'll make delicious silver tea cakes for my Nan'er. Lan Xi was dressed in a plain dress and a long skirt, which could not hide her natural beauty, her hair was pulled up, and her eyes were like water.

......

"Anan, my mother will be ready in a while!" Lan Xi looked back and smiled.

......

"Good, you eat first, my mother is not hungry. Lan Xi touched his head lovingly, "If it's not enough, my mother will do it for Anan." ”

......

"Mother, Anan likes to eat the silver tea cakes you made the most!"

Lan Xi pursed her lips and smiled, her smile was like a flower, and she couldn't help but advise: "Eat slowly, eat slowly, there are still in the pot!"

......

Thinking of the bits and pieces of getting along with Lanxi day and night, Xiao Nan cried like rain.

"Mother, although I have memories of my past life, from the moment I have consciousness, I have lived my life again. ”

"In your womb for ten months, three years together, your appearance has long been engraved in my soul, the grace of birth and nurturing, never forget. ”

"Mother, no matter what, no matter how difficult it is...... I'm going to save you!"