Xuanwu raised his hand and touched Fu Ling's head, "Eat slowly." ”

Fu Ling looked up, "What would you like to eat?" ”

Xuanwu smiled, "I cooked porridge and will go home and drink porridge later." ”

"Whatever you want." After Fu Ling finished speaking, he lowered his head and continued to eat his tofu brain, and then picked up a fritter and ate it in a big gulp.

Xuanwu looked at Fu Ling, and a trace of sourness arose in his heart, "Eat less, and I'll buy you lobster later." ”

"Yes, I know!" Fu Ling ate a mouthful of fried dough sticks, and his speech was a little slurred.

Xuanwu said lightly: "The real person is not bad to you, at least I still want someone to pick you up." ”

Fu Ling looked at Xuanwu, "How do you know that this old man is not a liar?" ”

Xuanwu smiled bitterly, "The world evaluates Mr. Wu as having a noble personality and not following customs. Mr. Wu emphasized that "the father must not teach the son, and the king must not govern others." Godchildren care about righteousness, and governing people cares about morality. 'The real person asked him to enlighten you, and it can be regarded as a good intention. ”

Fu Ling looked disdainful, "What a point, don't you just want to find someone to teach me the rules!" ”

Xuanwu touched Fu Ling's head again, "You need to learn the rules." ”

Fu Ling looked at the tea eggs in front of him and really had no appetite, and stood up, "Let's go home." ”

Xuanwu also got up, took Fu Ling's hand and walked home, Xuanwu suddenly felt the panic in Fu Ling's heart, he clenched Fu Ling's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, what should come will always come, it's useless to be afraid." ”

"Hmm!" Fu Ling agreed.

Xuanwu said again: "If you want to go to Songshan, go for it." Ao Tian and I will visit you often. ”

Fu Ling said stubbornly: "Either you don't go, or if you want to go, the three of us will go together." ”

Fu Ling stopped, looked at Xuanwu and asked with an aggrieved expression: "Why did Bai Rong and Hu Chang'an cross the tribulation with a thunderstorm and a rain to finish, and come out of heaven when they came to me?" ”

Xuanwu's heart tightened, and he said sadly: "You are different from us, you are an illusioned elf, and your cultivation violates the laws of nature. ”

Fu Ling shouted unconvinced: "How is it different, I already have an ID card now." ”

Xuanwu smiled, "Yes, you already have an ID card, and your cultivation is not considered to be against the way of heaven, so you don't have to worry." ”

Fu Ling looked at Xuanwu, "You don't have to feel sorry for me, there is no calamity that I can't get over, I will have a way." ”

After Fu Ling finished speaking, he pulled Xuanwu and walked quickly home. The two walked into the house, and Fu Ling said to Xuanwu: "You eat quickly, let's buy lobsters after eating." ”

Xuanwu went to eat, and Fu Ling fell on the sofa and looked at the ceiling, recalling every word he had said to the old man in his head.

Fu Ling was a little scared in her heart, but it was just her fear of the impending Heavenly Tribulation, because she didn't understand it.

Fu Ling comforted herself, as long as the soul is there, it is a big deal to reincarnate again, and eighteen years later, she will be as beautiful as a flower.

If the way of heaven really doesn't allow her, and she has to let her soul fly away, then she will die horizontally and vertically, and there will be nothing to be afraid of.

After Fu Ling wanted to open his own Heavenly Tribulation, he began to think about why the real person asked Old Man Wu to pick him up and go to Songshan.

Fu Ling bit her lip hard, the pain causing her brain to spin fast. Fu Ling thought of two reasons, one was that the real person really cared about her and hoped to help her survive the catastrophe. The second is that Ao Tian and Xuanwu are in trouble, and the real person wants to leave by himself, so as not to get into trouble and affect the real person.

Fu Ling preferred to believe that it was the second reason, because when she met the old man, the first feeling was that something had happened to Ao Tian. She played a trick and didn't say Ao Tian, but asked Xuanwu what was going to happen.

The old man's expression was very calm at that time, and Fu Ling was sure that the old man didn't care about Xuanwu at all, or didn't know about Xuanwu at all. Since it wasn't Xuanwu, it could only be Ao Tian who caused trouble.

Xuanwu had breakfast, finished cleaning up his things, and shouted: "Fu Ling!" Seeing that Fu Ling didn't react, Xuanwu walked to the sofa and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Fu Ling turned his head to look at Xuanwu, then sat up and asked, "What has Ao Tian been doing these days?" ”

Xuanwu smiled, "Didn't I tell you that Ao Tian was at his master's." ”

Fu Ling knew that Xuanwu would not tell her the truth, so he stood up, "Let's buy lobsters." ”

Mo Wei came to the Chinese medicine hall early today, and after cleaning, he saw that the clock was already 9 o'clock, and the master and Fu Ling had not yet come, so he couldn't help but be a little worried.

Mo Wei was hesitating to call Fu Ling to ask about the situation, and Fu Ling ran in happily with a small white incubator.

"Mo Wei, I'm buying lobsters again."

Mo Wei looked at the incubator in Fu Ling's hand, "Little Sister Fu, do you really plan to eat lobster every day?" ”

"Well, life is finite, let's be happy day by day."

Mo Wei took the box in Fu Ling's hand, "Why are you still so philosophical today." ”

Xuanwu walked in the door, and Mo Wei hurriedly said, "Master, morning!" ”

Xuanwu smiled, "Fu Ling didn't eat enough in the morning, this lobster should be cooked early, so as not to worry about her." ”

Mo Wei agreed and carried the incubator into the kitchen. Fu Ling said to Xuanwu, "You can eat some later." ”

Xuanwu touched Fu Ling's head, "You eat with Mo Wei, don't eat too much, it's not easy to digest." After Xuanwu finished speaking, he turned and went upstairs.

Fu Ling sat at the bar, waiting intently for her lobster, not allowing herself to think about anything else.

At this time, the door of the Chinese medicine hall was pushed open, and a young woman walked in with a 3 or 4-year-old boy in her arms. Fu Ling stood up and greeted, "Hello! ”

The young woman smiled, "Are you Dr. Xiao Fu?" ”

Fu Ling nodded, "I'm Xiao Fu." ”

The young woman continued: "I heard that you have seen the child very well, so I brought our family to ask you to check the pulse. ”

Fu Ling glanced at the little boy, "Junjun has been coughing for a long time, right?" ”

The young woman nodded and said, "Yes, the army had a cold at the beginning of spring, and the cold has long been cured, but the cough has not been good, especially at night, and the cough is even worse." It's the end of May now, and I'm still coughing intermittently, so I took Junjun to a lot of hospitals, and every time the doctor prescribes a bunch of cough medicines, but Junjun still doesn't get better at eating. ”

At this time, Junjun coughed again, and Junjun's mother said distressedly: "I met Qiqi's grandmother in the kindergarten yesterday, and when she saw Junjun coughing, she suggested that I come to you to take a look, saying that Qiqi was sick last time, and the medicine you prescribed will be effective on the same day." ”

Fu Ling looked at Jun Jun and asked with a smile, "Jun Jun, how old are you this year?" ”

Junjun replied shyly, "4 years old." ”

Junjun was out of breath because of the cough, and his little face turned red because he was holding his breath, which made Junjun's mother even more distressed.

Fu Ling gently pushed Junjun's back from top to bottom with his hand, and Junjun's coughing finally stopped, and his face improved a lot. I want to talk about "Xuanfu Chinese Medicine Museum" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~