"Childe, please!" The old man led Han Ning to a thatched hut in the middle of the village.

Just outside the door, Han Ning smelled a strong smell of medicine, it seemed that the old man's words were not lying, his granddaughter was indeed sick.

Pushing open the door, the thatched house is very dim, this similar to the ancient world has no modern electrical facilities, although the monks are flying all over the sky, but the lighting of mortals still stops at the traditional lighting means such as candles and oil lamps.

"Childe, my granddaughter has a cold, if you mind, just wait for me in the side house full of outside." The old man said.

Outsiders in this village have always rarely come here, some villagers looked at Han Ning from the thatched hut at this time, and then shouted to the old man: "Taigong Zhang, why did you come back this night, Xiao Yao woke up in the house a few times, I gave her some hot water, you have to find a doctor to take a look at her, you can't stay up like this, if you are short of money, I just shot a hare here, you can take it to Shan Yang City and sell it tomorrow." ”

"Brother Guo, thank you, but I have money now, and I just bought medicine and came back, don't worry." The old man said to the middle-aged man, and lit up the medicinal herbs in his hand.

The middle-aged man nodded, looked at Han Ning vigilantly, and then went back to the house.

When he was on the road, Han Ning also knew the old man's name, because he also shouted: "Taigong Zhang must have guessed that I am not an ordinary person, and I am naturally not afraid of this wind and cold." ”

Zhang Taigong nodded, "Yes, yes, the monks on this continent are very hypocritical, but you are real." With that, he went into the house and lit the oil lamp.

Han Ning gave Zhang Laohan fifty taels of gold, and in Danyang City, Zhang Laohan purchased a lot of things and entered the house. Zhang Laohan replaced the oil lamp with a brand new wick, and then looked for fire folds everywhere.

Seeing that he was a little struggling, Han Ning took out a lighter and lit the oil lamp, and in an instant, the room lit up. Han Ning saw a girl lying in the corner of the hut.

Because it was a house made of mud, the room was a little shady and damp, the girl was wrapped in a crumpled quilt, and her exposed head was covered with beads of sweat, looking very painful, through the dim light, Han Ning saw the girl's immature face, only about seven or eight years old.

"This is my granddaughter Xiaoyao." The old man's eyes looked at the lighter in Han Ning's hand and asked, "Childe." Is this the magic weapon of your monks? It's amazing. ”

Han Ning smiled and threw the lighter to the old man, "Gadgets, I've given it to you." ”

Zhang Taigong was a little flattered, "Childe, this is absolutely impossible, this is your monk's thing, I don't have spiritual power and can't use it." ”

Han Ning said, "You just need to press it." No spiritual power is required. ”

Zhang Taigong's concept of life obviously can't recognize that this is a scientific and technological item, after all, this era is too backward. Anything beyond their knowledge would be considered a monk's spell.

Holding the lighter, Zhang Taigong was a little frightened, but he still did as Han Ning said, pressed it, and sure enough, a flame appeared, "Oops." It's amazing, I didn't expect ordinary people to be able to use it. ”

After learning how to use a lighter, Mrs. Zhang turned it on and used it repeatedly, with a smile on his face.

"Grandpa'......" seems to be the light of a lighter. The girl on the bed whispered, and Mrs. Zhang reacted at this time, and immediately took the medicine jar and prepared to cook the medicine.

Han Ning walked over at this time and probed the girl's pulse, the girl was just a severe cold, in modern times, at most, it was a matter of taking medicine and injections, but in this backward era, it was a fatal illness.

Originally, Han Ning thought that the girl was only suffering from a mild wind chill, but now it doesn't look very good, and Zhang Taigong's traditional Chinese medicine is not estimated to be used.

He stopped Mrs. Zhang, who was about to go out to boil medicine, and said, "No need, your granddaughter's illness has dragged on for too long, and it is useless to take these medicines." ”

"What." Zhang Taigong's hand shook, and the medicinal herbs almost fell to the ground, "Childe, don't scare me, I'll go and ask for a doctor." ”

"Don't go, isn't there a ready-made doctor here?" Han Ning put his hand on the girl's forehead, his palm emitted a hazy golden light, and a trace of golden light seeped into the girl's body, which lasted for a few seconds, Han Ning put away his palm and said; "Alright, rest for the night, and you'll be healed tomorrow."

Although there are many immortals in this Immortal Yuan Continent, the monks are as high as the ancient scholars, and they are very few poor people who can come into contact with these monks, and Han Ning's magical methods naturally make the old man feel very surprised.

"Thank you, thank you, Childe." Zhang Taigong is now grateful to Han Ning.

He tried his granddaughter's forehead, and it turned out that her fever had all subsided, and her granddaughter was sleeping peacefully.

Sighing, Zhang Taigong said: "Once upon a time, I was also a monk, but unfortunately ......"

Han Ning looked at Taigong Zhang in surprise, "You used to be a monk?" Why did it come to this? Han Ning asked.

Zhang Taigong glanced at his granddaughter and took Han Ning to the outside of the thatched house, at this time, the sun in the Xianyuan Continent had completely set, and the mountain village was a little dark.

Turning around and entering another thatched hut, Zhang Taigong said slowly: "When I was young, I was a loose cultivator, at that time, I was young and vigorous, conceited and learned, and I was unscrupulous on the mainland. ”

After a pause, Zhang Taigong continued: "I am very painful when my cultivation is abolished, but I have to be busy for my work after becoming an ordinary person, so I read poetry and books hard, and I want to gain fame, but the officials of the imperial court are afraid of offending these monks, even if my volume is outstanding, they will not give me any fame, and in desperation, I can only leave the country of Dayu and come to the country of Daliang, relying on storytelling for a living." ”

I didn't expect the old man to have such a miserable past, which can also understand why the old man was so calm when he was in the teahouse, it turned out that he was also a monk before.

"This monk is really an insult to the honor of the Daomen." Han Ning said one after another.

"Later, I married a wife and had children in Daliang Kingdom, and I was ready to live an ordinary life, but I didn't expect that six years ago, my son and daughter-in-law were killed in the rebellion, leaving only me, a bad old man, and my granddaughter fled to this Danyang City, I really don't know what kind of crime I committed, and God wants to punish me like this." Mrs. Zhang thumped his feet.

Han Ning comforted: "There is no endless road to heaven, maybe God has made Taigong suffer such a tribulation, just to give Taigong a great responsibility?" ”

"Hehe, don't raise up the old decay." Mrs. Zhang said, "By the way, I've been talking about my affairs, what is the reason why Gongzi values me so much?" ”

Of course, Han Ning didn't have a relationship with Zhang Taigong for charity, he asked: "My purpose is the same as which white-clothed son's purpose, I want to know the current situation in this Xianyuan Continent, since the royal family is in decline and the princes are constantly strife, then who will dominate the world in the future." ”

"Dominating the world?" Zhang Taigong glanced at Han Ning meaningfully and said, "It seems that Gongzi also sees that the situation on this continent is chaotic and complicated now, and there is about to be a catastrophe." ”

This battle of the gods is fundamentally different from the first god, because the winner of this god becomes a god, and the loser will be killed directly by the slashing of Sendai, which is essentially different from the first god, because the first time the god is sealed, even the person who is killed is also given the title and position.

Therefore, we can see the fierceness of the struggle in the future.

And the moment Han Ning came to this Immortal Yuan Continent, he understood that in order to ensure the fairness of this battle of the gods, no one could deduce the future, and could only rely on his own wisdom to find people of luck, and once he made a mistake, the consequences would be very serious, and it could be said that he would definitely lose the opportunity.

So now Han Ning can only start from the natives of the Xianyuan Continent, because they are different from Han Ning and others, they have an instinctive intuition about their own world, unlike them who are outsiders and are confused about everything for everyone.

"That's right, I just want to hear Zhang Taigong's opinions, and I also want to know the history of the mainland today." Han Ning smiled slightly. (To be continued.) )