Rustling......

Under a pale green medicine tree, a figure is holding a broom, cleaning up the yellowing and piling up of dead leaves.

He was wearing a cloth and linen robe, and his figure was a little thin, but his facial features were handsome, especially those eyes, which were clear and bright, as if he could see through everything in the world.

The breeze is soft, and there is a hint of coolness in the air.

Zhao Ping'an looked at the clear sky and said lightly: "If I remember correctly, this is the fifty-fifth year that I have come to the Medicine Garden. ”

There is no time for cultivating immortals, and in the blink of an eye, it is a sea of vicissitudes.

"I don't know how Senior Brother Wang is doing?"

"In recent years, his health has become worse, and he has been bedridden for many days recently, so I have to find a time to see him."

"Without Senior Brother Wang chatting beside him, cleaning the medicine garden by himself is really a little boring."

Zhao Ping'an whispered to himself, and as the broom swept by, the ground, which was originally full of dirt and dead leaves, instantly became clean and tidy.

He was quick and quickly cleaned the area.

"He's safe, I knew you're here again."

"How many times have you said it, you don't need to clean."

Just as Zhao Ping'an had just finished cleaning, a slightly tall figure hurriedly came over.

He was tall and had a somewhat rough face, which was the big cow who was the great disciple of the Medicine Garden.

Da Niu's tone, with a hint of helplessness, said to Zhao Ping'an: "You are a third-order talisman master, didn't you tell you before?" The work of cleaning the medicine garden has already been arranged for other miscellaneous disciples to do it. ”

Since Zhao Ping'an became a third-order talisman master many years ago, Da Niu has repeatedly asked Zhao Ping'an not to continue to clean the medicine garden, but the latter didn't listen to it at all, and still insisted on coming to the corresponding area to clean the medicine garden every morning as before.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

"If I don't come to clean the medicine garden, I will feel a little uncomfortable."

Zhao Ping'an smiled and explained.

"You, I really can't persuade you."

Da Niu smiled bitterly and said.

"Da Niu, you came just in time, how is Senior Brother Wang's condition?"

Zhao Ping'an put down the broom and asked Da Niu.

"I just met that kid from Wang Cheng last time, and I heard him say that Senior Brother Wang is an old disease, and it should be fine to rest for a few days."

"But now there has been no movement for the past five or six days, I don't feel very good, and I'm going to visit him today."

Da Niu briefly said what he knew.

"That's good."

"I've just finished my work here, so let's go visit Senior Brother Wang together."

Zhao Ping'an thought about it and said so.

"Okay."

Da Niu nodded happily.

Immediately afterward, the two of them headed towards the residence where the lame man was.

In a relatively simple wooden house, the lame man was lying on the bed with a pale face, and the room was filled with the pungent smell of herbs.

"Eh, my health is getting worse and worse."

"I don't know how long it will last."

The lame man sighed, his face full of helplessness and loneliness.

"Senior Brother Wang, we've come to see you."

Just then, a loud and familiar voice came from outside the house.

Before Wang Cripple could react, Zhao Ping'an and Wang Cripple had already walked in.

"Senior Brother Zhao."

"Big Cow."

"Why are you here?"

Seeing the familiar two, Wang Cripple was a little surprised and happy, and was about to forcibly get up to welcome the two, but his weak limbs made him sit down again.

"Oh, my body is really ......"

The lame king was a little annoyed, and no matter how much he struggled, he could not sit up safely.

"Senior Brother Wang, you don't have to get up to lie down."

"Da Niu and I came to see you, how is your body recovering?"

Zhao Ping'an stepped forward and asked with concern.

He noticed that the face of the lame man was very pale, and his body was faint, revealing a trace of decay.

"Yes, Ping'an and I came to see you."

"Senior Brother Wang, what's wrong with your body?"

Da Niu also asked.

"I'm having a relapse from an old disease."

The lame king smiled bitterly, his face full of helplessness.

He had been hit hard when he was young, and he had an occasional attack of an old illness for so many years, but this time it was particularly severe.

Of course, this is also related to the decay of his qi and blood as he grows older.

Wang Cripple's qualifications are mediocre, and he has spent decades of hard work, and now he is barely at the sixth-level consummation level of qi refining, and when he reaches a certain age, his body is not as good as day by day.

For the young miscellaneous disciples, the sixth-level consummation of Qi refining is already far away, and it can even impact the identity of the official disciple of the sect.

But for Wang Cripple, he has exhausted his potential, not to mention that if he wants to become an official disciple of the sect, it is already good not to be driven down the mountain by the Sword Sect.

"Don't mention this, I'm very happy that you can come and see me."

"However, the house is shabby, and the kid from Wangcheng is not here, so there is no way to entertain you properly."

The lame king said with a hint of apology.

"It's okay, we're all our own people, so we don't have to be so particular."

"Senior Brother Wang, you have to get better as soon as possible, and continue to drink together when the time comes."

Da Niu smiled and comforted.

"I want to, too."

"It's just that the bones of this body are not as good as day by day."

"I think my deadline is near."

The lame man sighed lightly, the wrinkles on his face were dense, he looked much older than back then, and there was a trace of twilight all over his body.

"Senior Brother Wang, don't talk nonsense."

"You're sure you'll live a long life."

Da Niu hurriedly comforted.

"Let's hope so."

The lame king's eyes were full of loneliness, and he responded.

"Ping, I really envy you."

"After so many years, you are still as young and strong as when you first came to the medicine garden."

"It's not like I'm dying now, and I can only sit on the sickbed."

Wang Lame looked at Zhao Ping'an, with a hint of complexity in his tone.

After so many years, Zhao Ping'an is still as young as he was at the beginning, and his appearance has not changed much.

"I got a Zhuyan Pill by chance before, so I can keep this skin."

Zhao Ping'an smiled slightly and explained casually.

"Senior Brother Wang, let me help you take a look."

Seeing that Wang Cripple was in such a low mood, Zhao Ping'an couldn't bear it after all.

He planned to explore Wang Cripple's body to see if he could use his immortal mana to help the other party alleviate his condition.

"Yes, the means of peace are very powerful."

"Maybe he can help you."

The big bull also echoed the way.

His own arm was restored by Zhao Ping'an, just for the sake of secrecy, so he always claimed that he was cured by taking the rare treasure medicine he bought.

"Okay."

Out of trust in Zhao Ping'an, Wang Cripple agreed to let the former check his body.

Seeing this, Zhao Ping'an casually put his hand on Wang Cripple's shoulder, and a trace of immortal mana submerged into the other party's body.

"The flesh is declining, the vitality is dissipating, and the situation is terrible."

Zhao Ping'an's face was solemn, and he only understood the situation of Wang Cripple in an instant.

Normally, Wang Cripple's body should not be so weak, but there is a trace of strange energy lingering in his body, constantly eating away at his vitality.

After the daily months, Wang Cripple's body became worse and worse, which became the current situation.

"Peace, Senior Brother Wang's body ......"

Noticing his face, Da Niu also had a bad premonition, and hurriedly asked.

"It's a bit of trouble."

In front of the lame man, Zhao Ping'an didn't tell the truth, but just responded.

"Then you should be able to help Senior Brother Wang, right?"

Da Niu asked tentatively.

"I can try."

Zhao Ping'an thought about it and said.

The situation of the lame king was even more serious than he expected, and he was not sure if his immortal mana would be able to work on the former.

"Senior Brother Wang, it will be a little painful, you need to be patient."

Zhao Ping'an opened his mouth to remind.

"Senior Brother Zhao, if you try it, I promise not to say anything."

Out of trust in Zhao Ping'an, Wang Cripple took a deep breath and said in a deep voice.