Qixia City, a small city in the east of the Loulan Empire, due to its proximity to the East China Sea, has more merchants coming and going, coupled with the simplicity of the people, it is obviously a paradise. In the center www.biquge.info of Qixia City, there is a luxurious mansion in the center of Qixia City, which is the residence of the city lord Lin Batian.

"Siming, how is it?" In a hall in the City Lord's Mansion, a middle-aged man asked anxiously, it was Lin Batian.

At this time, opposite Lin Batian, a man in white was lightly placing his right hand on the top of an eight-year-old boy's head, with a solemn face, it was Lin Batian's staff member Kong Siming. As soon as Kong Siming withdrew his right hand, Lin Batian couldn't wait to ask.

"It's the same as before," Kong Siming said with a sigh.

Hearing this, Lin Batian was also slightly disappointed.

"Dad, Uncle Kong, don't be discouraged, if my illness can be cured, it is a blessing from God, if it can't be cured, it is also my life, I don't complain, and you don't have pressure," the boy smiled sweetly, sunny and cheerful, very attractive.

This eight-year-old boy is Lin Batian's son and is named Lin Feng. When Lin Feng was two years old, he accidentally injured his head, causing the Heavenly Spirit meridians to be blocked by congestion. The Heavenly Spirit Meridian is one of the most important meridians in the human body, if it is blocked, you will not be able to cultivate Wukra, and you can only be an ordinary person. Ukra is the name of the energy in the body of a cultivator, and in this world where the strong are dominant, not being able to cultivate is equivalent to having no hope. In the past six years, Lin Batian and Kong Siming have searched for various famous doctors, and have tried countless methods and medicines, but they have never had any effect. A few days ago, Kong Siming researched another medicine pill for Lin Feng to take, but it was still useless to check Lin Feng just now. Kong Siming didn't know how many times he had failed like this, so he could only sigh in disappointment.

"Feng'er, let's go out and play first," Kong Siming touched Lin Feng's head and said with a smile.

"Hmm," Lin Feng replied, and then ran out.

"Alas," looking at Lin Feng's back, Lin Batian sighed, sat down weakly, picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth, but put it down again.

"City Lord," suddenly, Kong Siming's face was solemn.

"What's going on?" Seeing Kong Siming's solemn face, Lin Batian had an ominous premonition.

"The situation is not good," Kong Siming said solemnly, but he stopped talking, as if he was thinking.

"Is it Feng'er's illness?" asked Lin Batian with a slight tremor in his tone.

"The blood clots blocked by Feng'er Tianling's meridians have a tendency to increase," Kong Siming finally said.

"What will be the result?" Lin Batian's heart sank.

"If it goes on like this, it will damage the Heavenly Spirit Meridian, and in the end," Kong Siming paused, but still spit out the last word, "Die." ”

"Click," Hearing this, Lin Batian's left hand tightened, and the teacup in his hand was instantly shattered.

Originally, Lin Feng's inability to cultivate had already made Lin Batian feel sad, but at least he could still be an ordinary person until he was born, old, sick and died. But now, I don't even have the opportunity to be an ordinary person.

"City Lord, you have to hold on," Seeing Lin Batian's body suddenly trembling slightly, Kong Siming hurriedly persuaded.

"Siming, how much time does Feng'er have left?" Lin Batian asked.

"If I'm guessing right, there's three years left. Kong Siming told the truth.

"Three years, if you can't find a solution within three years, Feng'er will die, right?" Lin Batian looked at Kong Siming.

"Hmm," Kong Siming nodded helplessly.

"Don't worry, city lord, within three years, I will definitely find a way to cure Feng'er," Kong Siming said.

"Three years, Siming, we have worked hard for six years, but we have not succeeded, if we work hard for another three years, will we be able to succeed, we have tried all the methods that should be tried, what other methods can there be," Lin Batian said helplessly.

Hearing this, Kong Siming was also helpless. Six years is enough time to try everything.

"City Lord, maybe there is another person who can cure Feng'er," Kong Siming said suddenly.

"Who?" asked Lin Batian.

"Hua Tuo, the god of medicine," Kong Siming said.

"Siming, haven't we searched for this god of medicine in many ways before, but the god of medicine has always been mysterious and has never been found, why do you think of him now," Lin Batian said.

"City Lord, have you heard of the Norma Auction House," Kong Siming said.

"You're talking about that Norma auction house in our city, of course I know. Lin Batian said.

"It is said that the god of medicine has a strange personality and his whereabouts are erratic, and it is impossible for ordinary people to find him. But the god of medicine has a habit of occasionally taking out some pills and putting them at auction to be auctioned, these pills are all treasures, which naturally attract countless people to scramble. It is said that the god of medicine will use this huge wealth to help the poor, so the god of medicine will be as virtuous as he is now. Kong Siming said.

"Yes, I often hear about the appearance of the god of medicine to help the poor, but what does this have to do with Feng'er's condition," Speaking of this, Lin Batian suddenly became surprised.

"You mean," Lin Batian asked in disbelief.

"That's right, a month ago, the Norma Auction House received a letter saying that the Medical God would come to Qixia City in two months and would auction the pill at the Norma Auction House. Kong Siming said.

"Really?" Lin Batian still couldn't believe it, it was too much of a coincidence.

"I couldn't believe it either, so I went to the Norma auction house to check it out and saw the letter with my own eyes. However, although I received this letter, the authenticity of this letter is impossible to verify, maybe it is someone's prank, and such things have happened before, so I have never said it. But just now I found out that Feng'er's condition began to deteriorate, so I have to say, at least this is the last hope. Kong Siming said.

"Well, if the god of medicine can really come, we will personally go to invite his old man," Lin Batian said.

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult," Kong Siming said suddenly.

"Why?" Lin Batian asked.

"The god of medicine has a strange personality, and only those who buy the elixir can see him in person. Every auction of the pill is like this, it has never changed. As for whether you can ask for help after the meeting, it is even more difficult to say. Kong Siming explained.

"Then we will buy the pill," Lin Batian said, "Siming, tell me to go down and seal the news tightly, I am determined to get this pill." ”

"Yes, City Lord," Kong Siming immediately responded.

In a garden somewhere in the City Lord's Mansion, Lin Feng was fiddling with his beloved slingshot. This slingshot was specially made of thousand-year-old ice iron by Lin Batian, and the line was made of the tendon of the Blue Fire Ox, which was very elastic and could shoot the iron ball straight out of a distance of 500 meters. Ever since Lin Feng knew that he couldn't cultivate, he had fallen in love with the slingshot. After six years of playing, Lin Feng has reached the point where he has reached a very accurate point of playing with the slingshot.

At this moment, Lin Feng was pulling out the slingshot with his right hand and aiming at a grape placed on the rockery three hundred meters away.

"Whoosh," I saw Lin Feng's slingshot shoot out, and the iron bead slashed through a black shadow, hitting the finger-sized grape very accurately, and the grape shattered instantly.

"Okay, good," suddenly a cheer came from behind Lin Feng, it was a girl's pleasant voice.

"Sister Yanzhi," Lin Feng turned around and looked at the person who came, with a sunny smile on his face.

The girl who came was about ten years old, with a delicate appearance and fair skin, and was a beautiful girl. The girl is the granddaughter of Tao Cheng, the head of the City Lord's Mansion. Ten years ago, with Tao Cheng entering the city lord's mansion, she was just a baby girl in swaddling clothes, and now she is slim and slim. Tao Yanzhi grew up with Lin Feng since she was a child, and on the surface it is a master-servant relationship, but in fact, she is better than a brother and sister.

"The young master's slingshot has reached the realm of supernatural transcendence," Tao Yanzhi said with a smile.

"Sister Yanzhi, don't make fun of me, it's just a toy," Lin Feng smiled embarrassedly.

"Did Master Kong show the young master today, and how is the situation?" asked Yanzhi. Every time Kong Siming showed Lin Feng his condition, Tao Yanzhi would ask Lin Feng about his condition. In Tao Yanzhi's heart, the status of this young master's younger brother is very high.

"It's still the same," Lin Feng said casually. At this time, Lin Feng didn't know that he only had three years left in his life. An eight-year-old boy who has been plagued by illness for six years suddenly knows that he only has three years to live, and he doesn't know whether to be sad or relieved.

"Oh," Tao Yanzhi's eyes flashed with disappointment.

"Actually, it's good to be an ordinary person, those cultivators die at every turn, how dangerous," Tao Yanzhi said. In the cultivation world, the law of the jungle eats the strong, and death is a very common thing.

"I think it is, too," Lin Feng suddenly laughed. Although there is still some loss in his heart, reassuring the people who care about him is the only thing Lin Feng can do now.

"Okay, let's not talk about that, I'll tell you good news," Tao Yanzhi said mysteriously.

"What's the good news?" Lin Feng hurriedly asked.

"In another twenty days, there will be a lantern festival in the north of the city, and the lantern festival is different every year, full of tricks, so it will attract a large number of people every year, very lively, do you want to play?" Tao Yanzhi said with a smile.

"Of course, if you stay at home, you'll be suffocated. Lin Feng said with a smile.

For Lin Feng's safety, Lin Batian rarely allowed Lin Feng to go out, and even if he went out to play, he would send some guards to follow, which made Lin Feng not have fun every time, and he always felt that he had no freedom. Of course, what children want most is to have a good time.

"If you want to participate in the Lantern Festival, everyone has to bring their own lantern, and as for the appearance of the lantern, of course, the more novel the better," Tao Yanzhi said with a smile. Tao Yanzhi is only ten years old, and it is the time to love to play.

"No problem, then we'll make the lantern in twenty days," Lin Feng said.

"Okay, but you have to bring your pocket money so we can go out and buy materials," Tao Yanzhi said.

"Okay, it just so happens that I have saved some pocket money," Lin Feng said.

"By the way, I also bought my materials, my pocket money has already been spent," Tao Yanzhi suddenly sneered.

"Eh," Lin Feng was stunned for a moment, and could only be speechless.

"By the way, how can we go out, Dad won't let me go out alone," Lin Feng said worriedly.

"Sneaking out, of course," Tao Yanzhi said with a mysterious smile.

"That, if my father finds out, I will definitely be beaten up," Lin Feng was a little worried.

"You're a man, and you're still afraid of being beaten, but I'm not afraid," Tao Yanzhiyu waved her hand and said proudly, obviously looking like a man's wife.

"Sister Yanzhi is really a good man," Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Looking for a fight," Hearing this, Tao Yanzhi was angry, waved her hand and slapped it towards Lin Feng.

"Oops, oops, big brother spare your life, big brother spare your life," Lin Feng shouted as he dodged. The sister and brother are so happy to play, very happy.