The old crooked walked in front of the door for a while, and walked so easily.

Before, his legs were as heavy as a sandbag, and every step he took felt like a punishment.

When he was convinced that he could indeed walk, and felt that his illness had been basically cured by the boy, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Little sir! Thank you! Thank you! You're a miracle doctor! You...... If you need me to help you, say it! As long as I can help, I'll help you! ”

Ling Wanqing smiled and said, "Uncle! Sit down, there's no hurry. ”

"Okay. You sit too. ”

Hu Lao sat down crookedly and asked Ling Wanqing to sit on the bench opposite him.

Ling Wanqing thought about it and said:

"Uncle! You don't know, in fact, what I am best at is not healing, but fortune-telling. Tell me your birthday! I'll give you a free calculation! ”

Ling Wanqing decided to solve this problem by starting with fortune telling. She had already figured out how to say it.

A teenager can even tell fortunes?

The old crooked looked at Ling Wanqing with a surprised expression.

"Uncle! There is no charge. Who told us that the two of us are destined! Ling Wanqing smiled sincerely.

The old crooked shook his head, "Hehe! It's not a matter of cost. I think how can you have so many skills? ”

"Hee-hee! These are all ancestral. I started learning when I was a kid. ”

The old crooked general suspiciously provided his birthday to Ling Wanqing.

He also wanted to test whether this teenager was accurate?

His life was also ill-fated.

Ling Wanqing first told the old crooked about the numerology and numerology of the eight characters, and the old crooked listened to the clouds.

I didn't understand and I was embarrassed to ask, but I just listened silently.

Ling Wanqing knew that he didn't understand, so she said, "Uncle! You may not understand these terms when I say them, but you will understand them when I say them in detail. ”

The old crooked nodded, "Yes! I really don't understand what you said. You can be specific! The more specific, the better. ”

"Okay." Ling Wanqing's next words couldn't be more specific.

"Uncle! You have a very dutiful son. Your son takes very good care of you. ”

"Yes! Oh, yes! My son is one of the best sons in a hundred. I am also blessed. ”

"However, he is not your own son."

The old crooked was shocked, can you even calculate this?

He quickly calmed down and smiled, "You miscalculated this. My son is my own son. ”

Ling Wanqing shook her head, "Your son's biological parents are dead. His mother is your daughter-in-law, she has done wrong things, she has been sorry for you. You hated her, but you forgave her, and in the days after her death, you gave her a fatherly love for her son. ”

Hu Lao's crooked eyes moistened.

The young man's words reminded him of his dead wife, Liu Cuizhi. Liu Cuizhi begged her to take care of her son.

'Golden Tiger! For the sake of our husband and wife, can you help me take care of the iron eggs? When I return, I will repay you for your kindness, even if I die, I will repay you as a cow and a horse! ’

'Willow Branches! Isn't it bad enough for you to lie to me? Go to the head of your village and listen to what people say, no matter how stupid I am, I can't raise evil seeds with a green hat on my head! ’

'I was wrong! I've kowtowed to you, please! Iron Egg is really nowhere to go......'