The Nine Elders did not so much believe that I had the ability to heal the mad old man as he believed in the judgment of the mad old man.

The crazy old man has been crazy for so many years, and the ancient sword sect has used no number of methods to make the crazy old man recover, and my appearance at this time has made the ancient sword sect also hold the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor!

I stood on the edge of the vegetable field and looked at it for a while, then took a deep breath and walked straight into the vegetable field.

"Seniors, juniors are here to help you ......"

"Seniors, loosening the soil needs to dig deeper, and when the hoe falls, you need a little skill, and the younger generations have been doing farm work with the elders since childhood, so it is better to let the younger generations show you the old ......"

"Senior, that's not a weed, that's ...... Well, for you old, that's weed, you're always ......"

"Boiled Chinese cabbage? It's not okay without seasonings, the juniors come to show you a hand, you always taste the craftsmanship of the juniors......"

……

The sunset is all over the sky, and the small hill in the evening is very lively.

In other words, it is a little more pyrotechnic than the dead silence of the day.

The Nine Elders arranged for the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect to wait under the small hill, and the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect was not like an ordinary disciple, but should be the descendants of the Nine Elders.

After I instructed him to go and buy some things, although the disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect was full of astonishment, he still did it quickly. It wasn't long before he returned and respectfully delivered a mustard bag to me.

When I opened the mustard seed bag, I saw the pots and pans, various spices, raw meat, etc., and I nodded with satisfaction.

Then, in front of the thatched hut on the small hill, I began to think of the sound of various pots and bowls colliding, as well as the sound of chopping vegetables, which added a bit of vitality to the small hill.

The dishes are not very exquisite, but the taste can be said to be reasonable, and they are placed in front of the thatched house, and I didn't greet the crazy old man, so I ate it first.

Not long after, the figure of the crazy old appeared opposite me, without chopsticks or washing his hands, and directly stretched out his dirty hand to grab the dish.

After a few breaths, the crazy old man suddenly said hoarsely, "No wine?" ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Yes, there is food and no wine, isn't it too boring!" ”

After speaking, I directly took out two jars of fine wine from the mustard seed bag, which I still got from Bi Yun Xinglin's side, although it may not be as good as the wine from the ancient sword sect, but it is definitely not bad.

The crazy old man directly lifted the lid of one of the jars of wine, picked up the jar and poured it, and I looked at him with great interest. When he had finished drinking the jar, I put another jar in front of him.

Without the slightest hesitation, the mad old man finished pouring the second jar of wine.

After the two jars of wine were drunk, the crazy old man burped, staggered to his feet, and walked towards the thatched hut without saying a word.

I was stunned for a moment, at first I thought that the crazy old man was sober, and was about to ask him something, but looking at the current situation, he didn't seem to be sober.

I hurriedly got up and prepared to help the madman into the thatched hut.

However, he refused my support, pulled my hand away, and walked into the thatched hut in three steps.

"Dead...... All dead...... Why ......"

The mad old man muttered, and after entering the thatched house, he slammed the door shut.

I stood in front of the thatched hut with a slight frown.

When I first walked to the door of the thatched house, I saw many portraits hanging in the thatched house, some of which were people, and some of which were some kind of scenery, which gave me a very strange feeling, inexplicably a sense of familiarity.

I don't know what the paintings are, but although I was curious, I didn't break into the crazy old thatched hut.

After cleaning up the leftovers, I went directly to a big tree more than ten feet away from the thatched house, picked a more comfortable branch, and lay down in it, thinking a lot.

If what the crazy old man said is true, and I can really help him regain his senses, then it is likely to rely on the power of the black and white mist in my body or the cyan coffin.

And grandpa, I don't know where they are now?

According to the undead old devil, they should still be on the way to the Canglang Star Domain now, and it is estimated that it will take a while to reach the Canglang Star Domain.

(End of chapter)