Lin Futian was a little helpless in the face of his "masterpiece", cooking was much more difficult than killing. Lin Futian glanced at the sky outside, it was already evening, or ...... Go down and catch a fish again? As soon as he thought of this, Lin Futian was a little distressed.

Inside the house, the old man was treating Lomé's injuries, and the old man was a little relieved to see Lomé's gradually softening face. This female doll is actually a [Body of Destiny], how many years have I not seen such a physique? The old man looked at Luo Mei, he didn't know what he remembered, and his expression was a little sad.

The old man opened the utensils again, and a row of needles slowly rose under the guidance of the old man, swimming smartly. Those needles were accurately pierced on Luo Mei's key points, and wisps of black demonic qi mixed with blood slowly flowed out, instantly evaporating under the old man's urging vitality, becoming a slowly rising mist. The old man looked relieved, shook off his clothes, and put away the needle.

The Body of Destiny, also known as the Body of Destiny, was not favored by the Heavens as its name suggests, but was cursed by the Heavens. People with [Heavenly Destiny Body] will suffer up to several times more pain than ordinary people after being injured, and the wound is not easy to heal, but these people with [Heavenly Destiny Body] have one characteristic: good talent, talent that makes God jealous, fast cultivation speed, and little obstacle to breaking the mirror. However, although the strength of these people with the [Body of Heavenly Destiny] will skyrocket after each injury and recovery, it is difficult for these people to become gods, and they will encounter a more difficult baptism of heavenly calamity than ordinary people before becoming gods.

The old man sorted out his thoughts, and saw that Lomé's injuries were almost healed, so he decided to go and see how the fish was doing. As soon as the old man opened the door, he saw Lin Futian rushing into the lake, the old man scratched his head and muttered, "This kid shouldn't be crazy......

After the old man came to the kitchen, he immediately understood why the kid went to the lake to catch fish, looking at the unknown object on the plate, the old man was a little sad, too wasteful of food, after he insisted on eating a bite of fish, he resolutely poured Lin Futian's "masterpiece" into the toilet. The old man sat on the threshold like this, waiting for Lin Futian to return from catching fish.

Lin Futian finally grabbed a [Fuyu] again, and when he saw the old man sitting on the threshold with a complicated mood, he immediately thought of Luo Mei's injury, so he ran to the old man and asked eagerly: "Sir, how is my friend's injury?" The old man coughed, looked at the struggling [Fuyu] in Lin Futian's arms, and pouted, "Your friend is fine, it is estimated that he will wake up later, don't worry." Lin Futian finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a tight string finally relaxed.

The old man turned around and walked into the kitchen, "Young man, I'll teach you how to make fish, fish don't make like you......" The old man suddenly found that there was no sound behind him, and he was just talking to himself, so he turned his head. Then, I saw the forest burial day standing and sleeping. The old man was surprised at first, then smiled kindly, waved his hand, and a breeze lingered around Lin Futian's body, and led Lin Futian to the house where Luo Mei was. "Let this kid get a good night's sleep. The old man smiled and shook his head.

in the house. Luo Mei opened her eyes slightly, and vaguely saw a familiar figure lying on the ground, "Lin Futian?" Luo Mei said in his heart. Where is this? Luo Mei tried to prop herself up, leaned against the wall next to the bed, looked around the room, and looked at Lin Futian lying on the ground, Luo Mei got out of bed with some worry, and staggered to Lin Futian, sat on the ground, and took a breath. Luo Mei stretched out a finger and felt it at Lin Futian's nostrils, then breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest, "Scared me to death, scared me to death." Luo Mei looked at the sleeping Lin Futian and smiled gently, this guy shouldn't have rested for a long time, right? Luo Mei laboriously pulled off the quilt on the bed and covered Lin Futian.

The old man who had just made the fish walked into the house with a bowl of fragrant fish soup, ready to make up for Luo Mei, who knew that as soon as he came in, he saw Luo Mei and Lin Futian lying on the ground with a quilt covering him, the old man paused for a moment, and immediately turned to leave, and when he was about to close the door after going out, he hesitated, afraid that the two young people would catch a cold, so he used his "magic power" again and put the two on the bed. The old man walked out of the house, sat on the stone steps outside the door, and drank the fish soup he had carefully boiled sullenly, a little melancholy, "Alas, these two young people are too bad, I don't have a woman to bully the old man......"

Before you know it, it's morning again. The old man sat bored by the lake fishing, and since there was no bait, he had to wait for the wisher to take the bait. The old man looked at the weeping poplars by the lake, who were accustomed to blowing water, and thought, "Why haven't these two "ruthless" people gotten up yet?"

Luo Mei in the house slowly opened her eyes, looked at the exquisite face of Lin Futian who was close at hand, her face was a little blushing, and then she was ready to kick Lin Futian out of bed, who knew that Lin Futian could still react even in his sleep, after all, he had lived for so many years, and cultivated an intuition for danger.

Lin Futian quickly grabbed the jade foot kicked by Luo Mei, opened his eyes, and immediately understood the current situation, he didn't dare to look at Luo Mei's blushing face, and said quickly: "I'm sorry, I can't help myself, I'll talk about this matter another day, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......" Lin Futian fled and left the house. Inside the house, Lomé said angrily, "Hmph, this big villain. ”

Lin Futian came to the door, and saw the old man fishing alone, at this time the old man in Lin Futian's eyes, like a pine and cypress straight up to the sky, the old dry pavilion, without a trace of branch details. Lin Futian came to the old man's side, sat on the chair placed next to him, and said gratefully: "Old man, thank you for saving my friend, I really can't repay it." ”

The old man smiled: "Don't thank me, thank yourself if you want to thank yourself, if you haven't given up hope and tried again and again, I wouldn't have met you in that place and at that time." It can only be said that everything is fate. The old man paused, and continued, "But...... If you are truly grateful and want to repay me, then become my disciple and pass on my medical teachings. Lin Futian was a little shocked, but still said: "I have received the sir's wishes, but I already have a master, and I really can't take on the important task of inheriting your medical path." Or...... Can you teach my friend and she will help you pass on the teachings?"

The old man smiled, "It's okay, it's okay, who stipulates that a person can only worship one person as a teacher in his life?" I know your careful thoughts, but your friend is not suitable for learning my medical skills, she is the [Body of Destiny], if she learns my medical skills and accepts my medical inheritance, she will be reduced by God's life." ”

Lin Futian frowned, "She is actually the [Body of Heavenly Destiny], no wonder...... Alas, it's a pity. The old man smiled and said with relief: "Old man, I have seen too many people in my life, many of them are talented, but in the end I gave up, do you know why?"

Lin Futian shook his head and said, "The juniors don't know. The old man shook his rod, which had no bait, and continued: "When many people have seen me, and have known my name, they will involuntarily consider whether to add or subtract their sincerity, whether to be extremely respectful or to flattering. Although these people have so-called sincerity, in my opinion, the old man, they are not pure, and they cannot pass on my medical path. But you're different, we've been seeing each other for so long, have you ever asked my name? You didn't even ask my name and trusted me to see your friend, haha, I don't know if you're naïve or what, but you're a kid who has a very good appetite for me. ”

Lin Futian was a little embarrassed and glanced at the old man, "I just think that you must be an immortal healer, this should be regarded as an intuition." However, although it is a little late for the juniors to ask now, I still want to ask the seniors' honorific names. ”

The old man smiled, "I don't remember much, but the world calls me a healer." Hahaha. Lin Futian stood up unconsciously, and said in a trembling voice: "Medical saint, are you a senior of Song Xianmao?"

The old man glanced at Lin Futian, who stood up because of excitement, stroked his beard, and said with a smile: "Young man, sit down, old man, I look up at you, my neck can't stand it, hahaha......" Lin Futian then sat down obediently, the medical saint Song Xianmao, this is a legendary existence, according to legend, he once put a dead person ...... Resurrected. Or rather, it was saved. Lin Futian suddenly knelt on the ground, and said to the old man who had just learned that it was Song Xianmao: "Senior, junior Lin Futian, there is something to ask for. ”

Song Xianmao stretched out his hand and gently helped him, and Lin Futian was picked up by a breeze and sat on the stool. Song Xianmao smiled and stroked his beard and said: "It turned out to be a kid from the Lin family, not bad, don't say it first, I know what you are, it's not the first time I've heard this kind of request, you should be the fifty-seventh to ask me, hehe, they all came to me after listening to my legend, and then I was really unbearable, so I moved to this place." ”

Lin Futian asked: "Why?" Could it be ......" Song Xianmao shook his head and said in a deep and solemn voice: "That legend is true, I did revive that person, but the medicine at that time was [Song of the Resurrected], that medicine was only the one in the world, and later I also tried to improve the prescription, but only that one was the most suitable." Don't bother looking for it, old man, I was born with a keen sense of smell for medicinal herbs, and for many years after that, I didn't sense the signs of the birth of the [Song of the Resurrected], unless ......" The old man hesitated, "Unless you can become a god and obtain the [Punishment Spirit] on the occasion of heavenly punishment, then you can resurrect the person you want to resurrect, but the [Punishment Spirit] is a product of becoming a god, as far as I know, no one in the world has ever done this." ”

Lin Futian's eyes were dim, and he muttered: "Is that really the case......" Song Xianmao patted Lin Futian on the shoulder and encouraged: "Don't be discouraged, everything has a solution." ”

Lin Futian looked at the lake and was silent, "It seems that there is only one way to save you." Lin Fu Tianxin said.

Song Xianmao handed Lin Futian a medical book, which he had just completed, called "Treasure Record of the Medical World", "You can take a look first, as for whether you learn or not, it is not something you can decide." Hehe. Song Xianmao joked. Song Xianmao got up and went to the kitchen, preparing to cook something to eat for Lin Futian and them.

Lin Futian sat down until dusk, during which Song Xianmao came and asked him if he wanted to eat, Lin Futian refused with a smile and asked Luo Mei to eat. Lomé looked at the lonely figure from afar, not wanting to disturb him, just watching him silently.

Lin Futian looked at the faint light of the water, opened the medical book, looked at the words and pictures in the book, the rhyme in those compositions flowed, and he couldn't help but think of the words that Song Xianmao's predecessors said when they came to him during their time: "Everything in the world has a spectrum invisibly, but what needs to be done to inherit my medical Tao is outrageous, you can slowly understand it." Lin Futian looked at this empty and comfortable place, although there were whirlwinds and undulations, but there were also splendid tiles. Lin Futian let out a long sigh of relief, and the surface of the lake began to evaporate violently, and then it became mild and smooth.

Song Xianmao, a medical saint in the distance, looked at the weather in Lin Futian and sighed with emotion. Someone once gave him a sentence: "Although the statement is missing, the high wind is self-glorious." But he now felt that maybe one day, he would give this sentence to the young man with a child's heart.