Sun Yi'an was surprised to see that the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt in front of him, who obviously had no spiritual power, could see that he was a cultivator.

"How does Brother Zhang know that I am a cultivator?" Sun Yi'an asked.

After receiving Sun Yi'an's affirmative answer, the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt replied with a happy face: "Sun Gongzi doesn't need to be surprised, there was also a cultivator who was proficient in the way of alchemy in the lower ancestor, and he was once a worshipper of the Haoyang Sect. ”

"When the ancestor was alive, he also left a few pills at home, and when he was young, he was stubborn and ate one of them by mistake, so although he was not a cultivator, he could vaguely see that the son was surrounded by some misty qi in his cloudy eyes."

"Haoyang Sect...... Danshi ...... What Brother Zhang just said about asking for each other, can it be related to being a cultivator below? Sun Yi'an asked with a deep sigh.

Hearing Sun Yi'an's question, the middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt suddenly got up and took two steps back, and bowed to him. swept away his previous calm look, and shouted in his mouth: "I implore Sun Gongzi to save my son's life!" ”

Sun Yi'an was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly stood up and said: "Why did Brother Zhang make this big gift, this can't be helped, please get up quickly!" ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt knelt down and said: "My son's life is on the verge of death, if Sun Gongzi doesn't agree, I won't be able to afford it!" ”

Seeing that the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was still kneeling on the ground, he still said such a thing. Sun Yi'an, who was confused, was really a little helpless, and said on one side: "Please also ask Brother Zhang to get up and speak, although he is a monk, he is not a doctor, and he doesn't even know what illness Ling Lang suffers from, how can I save him?" ”

The middle-aged man tried his best to restrain his emotions, slowly stood up, straightened his clothes slightly, and said: "Let Sun Gongzi smile, it is really my heart to save my son, and it is a little abrupt." However, since Sun Gongzi is a cultivator, as long as Sun Gongzi is willing to help, my son will have eighty percent certainty of survival. ”

"Brother Tai, you might as well tell me what illness Ling Gongzi is suffering from first." Sun Yi'an said slowly.

"In this Qingshui City, I operate several wine shops and teahouses, so my family has a little money. Two months ago, a group of thieves broke into the house at night to steal, and happened to be broken by my son, and the thieves were in a hurry to hurt my son with a poisonous needle and escaped, and then my son fell into a coma.

"That thief is really vicious, and the poisonous needle contains an extremely rare heart-eroding dispersion. Once this poison enters the body, ordinary means cannot be removed at all, until the poison gas attacks the heart, and the person dies.

"I searched all over the city's famous doctors, but in the end, I only slightly delayed the time for the poisonous gas to attack the heart. In the last two days, the poisonous gas has spread to his chest, and he is about to ...... Alas~"

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt sighed when he said this, and the whole person seemed to be a few years older.

Sun Yi'an was silent for a while after hearing this, and then said: "Since many famous doctors are helpless, how can they save Ling Lang?" ”

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt replied: "Although he is a mortal person, his ancestors have an incense relationship with the Haoyang Sect, so he knows a little about the skills of some immortals like Sun Gongzi. If Sun Gongzi is willing to help and use spiritual power to force out the toxins in my son's body, maybe my son still has a chance to live. ”

"Since Brother Zhang has an old relationship with the Haoyang Sect, why don't you ask the masters of the Haoyang Sect to help, but instead ask for it?" Sun Yi'an asked after a moment's thought.

"Sun Gongzi doesn't know that Haoyang Sect is located in the Jinyang Mountain Range, which is forty or fifty thousand miles away. Even if my son could withstand the bumps in the carriage, he would not have had time to make it. The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt shook his head and replied.

Sun Yi'an fell silent after listening, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking. The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt didn't speak when he saw each other, and the anxious look on his face resurfaced.

Just as the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt was about to kneel down and plead again, Sun Yi'an suddenly opened his mouth: "In this case, I will promise Brother Zhang to give it a try." It's just that the cultivation time is still short, and he really doesn't know how to practice medicine to save people, so he may not be able to save Ling Lang. If not, please ask Brother Zhang to ask for another master. ”

When the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt heard that Sun Yi'an really agreed, he was immediately overjoyed and thanked him, and said that Sun Gongzi would trot downstairs later.

Qingshui City is really not small, from the teahouse in the middle of the city to the Zhangfu in the east of the city, the carriage walked for a whole hour to arrive.

Sun Yi'an looked at the fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy lying on the couch with a purple face, and his brows furrowed slightly. If it weren't for the slight heaving of the young man's chest, anyone would look like a dead corpse that had been cooled.

Although he has been cultivating for a while, it is really the first time in his life to cure diseases and save people. If he hadn't been moved by the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt to save his son, plus he thought of what happened to him when he was young, and he felt related, otherwise he wouldn't have said anything and would not do this kind of thing to drive himself to the shelf.

Now that he was here, he could only bite the bullet and check it out.

So, he took the young man's already cold hand, released a trace of consciousness, and checked the young man's condition.

A quarter of an hour later, Sun Yixin turned back to the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt who looked nervous on the side of Jing Li and said, "I just checked Ling Lang's body below, if you just force this poison out of your body, you should be able to do it below." But Ling Lang's life has passed seriously, can he really ease up? I don't dare to make a guarantee. ”

When the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt heard this, he immediately said with great joy: "Please also ask Sun Gongzi to cast the spell as soon as possible, if you have any requirements, just let me tell you!" As long as the poison can be forced out of the body, as for the loss of life of the dog, there is a way to remedy it. ”

Sun Yi'an was slightly surprised, but didn't ask anything. Instructed the middle-aged man to bring a copper basin and several face towels, and slowly enter the young man's body with the spiritual power in his body, forcing the viscous blood under the young man's heart out of the body little by little.

Tick, tick......

Two hours later, Sun Yi'an, whose face was slightly pale, appeared in the hall of the Zhangfu and quietly looked at the middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt who was talking incoherently excitedly in front of him.

"Thank you Sun Gongzi for helping! No! It's Sun Immortal Master! Immortal Master Sun is so kind to my Zhang family, I really don't know how to repay it! If Immortal Master Sun has any requirements, please obey them! ”

"Since Ling Lang is already fine, there is no need for Brother Zhang to repay him, but there are some things I want to ask Brother Zhang, and I ask Brother Zhang to give advice," Sun Yi'an said in a light tone.

"Don't dare to teach it, just ask if Immortal Master Sun has something!" The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt replied.

"I saw that after Ling Lang took the pill you took out, his original weak vitality quickly recovered. I was a little curious about this pill, I don't know what this medicine is made of, and it can have such a miraculous effect? Sun Yi'an asked.

"Back to Immortal Master Sun's words, that pill was left by the ancestor who was proficient in the Dan Dao as mentioned earlier. Originally, there were two pills, and the dog was able to survive to this day, thanks to the fact that he had taken one before, and what made it...... This...... I don't know what to do. The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt replied respectfully.

"I see, ......" Sun Liugen was a little surprised.

"Although the elixir has been exhausted, there are still some leftovers of this ancestor in the house. If Immortal Master Sun is interested, he will take it here for Immortal Master Sun to see. "Ever since he witnessed Sun Yi'an unleash his colorful spiritual power and pull his beloved son back from Yama's hands, this person has been very respectful to him.

"Something left? In this way, it will trouble Brother Zhang, and I am really interested in it. Sun Yi'an replied indifferently.

The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt said to Sun Yi'an for a while, then turned around and walked out, leaving Sun Yi'an alone sitting on the chair and pondering.

Since he got the book "Immortal Beggar's Gate Basic Exercises", he can be regarded as a serious child, and he has some of the most basic understanding of cultivation, but it is also very limited. Now that I heard that it was something left over from a cultivator, I was naturally very interested, so I readily agreed.

After a stick of incense. The middle-aged man in the Confucian shirt walked in with a square wooden plate covered with a red cloth in his hand, gently placed the wooden plate on the table in front of Sun Yi'an, stretched out his hand to lift the red cloth that covered it, and said to him: "There is Lao Sun Immortal Master who has been waiting for a long time, these are a few items left by that ancestor." ”

"Huh......"

Sun Yi'an looked at the wooden plate and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh......