"Childe, Childe!" There was a call not far away, and the man paused, he should have found that he was missing, and came to look for him.

The man was about to tell the other party his name, but when he turned around, there was no longer the red figure in front of him, and the man looked around and didn't see the figure so he had to give up.

"Childe, why are you here! The little one is going to die in a hurry, and the sect master is looking for you everywhere!" The attendant finally found his son, and when he saw that he was fine, he finally put his mind at ease, and his tone couldn't help but have some complaints.

The man didn't take it to heart, and he asked softly, "What is he looking for me?"

"Oh, that's right, Yun Mozi, who has traveled all over the world, has just arrived, and the head of the house asked you to go over and take a look at him to see if he can help you cure your old disease. If you can be cured, you will be able to cultivate!"

Yan Lingyin heard this conversation in the dark, and repeated it in her heart: "Yun Mozi?" She remembered that there was such a person in the past, and she heard that he was so good at medicine that he could rejuvenate his hands, and this person had no intention of being powerful and had been traveling all over the world, living in no fixed place, and was respected as a medical immortal. She hadn't seen her before, but now it's a good opportunity.

"Let's go!" The man's face was still calm, without the slightest hint of joy and excitement, as if it didn't matter if he was cured or not. He was found to have a strange disease since he was a child, I don't know why, he originally had a high-quality spiritual root, but he was never able to cultivate, and he found no matter how many healers he searched. It is also because of this that he has tasted the warmth and coldness of human affection, and now he doesn't care whether he can cultivate or not.

Yan Ling quietly followed behind them and followed them back to the scene. Now that the people are almost scattered, it is a little empty. The two in front walked to the high platform, a middle-aged man and an old man in a white robe, with a fairy wind and bones.

The man performed a standard etiquette: "Father." ”

The middle-aged man nodded, looked at the old man and introduced, "This is the famous medical immortal!"

The man saluted again: "Lord Medicine Immortal." ”

The middle-aged man pointed to the man and introduced, "Lord Yixian, this is the dog." I also hope that Master Yixian can deign to diagnose my son and see what his problem is!"

Yun Mozi probed the man's pulse with one hand and stroked his beard with the other, with a pensive look. He made a movement in his hand, frowned, as if he had found something strange, and after several investigations, he looked puzzled. After a long time, he let go of the hand that probed the pulse, and thought: "Ling Lang's situation is the first time I have seen this old man, I just saw that there is a very high-quality spiritual root in his body, but there is also a force in his body, this power seals the spiritual root, and not only prevents the operation and storage of spiritual power, but also eats away at his primordial spirit, common sense can infer that Ling Lang will not live to be fifteen years old, but now he is not like he is only 15 years old! ”

When the middle-aged man heard this, he hurriedly said: "Don't hide it from the doctor immortal, when the dog was two years old, a gentleman diagnosed him, and also said that he had a sign of early death, but two years ago, I found that he was not in any serious condition except that he could not cultivate. After speaking, he bowed deeply to Yun Mozi again, and pleaded: "Master Yixian, since you can know the crux of my son's problem and are well-informed, I hope that the adult will lend a hand and take the child a hand!"

Yun Mozi shook his head helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to help you, I have traveled all over the world, and I have heard about all races, and none of their cultivation methods are similar to it, and I have nothing to do, except for one place or opportunity, but there is also little hope!"

"Please advise!"

"Don't get your hopes up!" the medicine fairy gestured to the top of his head.

The middle-aged man was disappointed and sat back in his chair. Thinking that he had been beautiful for half his life, but in the end, he only had this one son left and was unable to cultivate, and he suddenly felt exhausted, and he was a little older.

The man stood aside and didn't say a word from beginning to end, his face was calm and unwavering, as if the protagonist in the topic was not talking about him.

In the twilight, Yan Ling stood in an overgrown place, her eyes looking into the distance as if she wanted to see somewhere through time and space.

"Senior sister, be careful, don't fall down!"

"Senior sister, you quickly teach me two tricks, I will beat him down!"

"You, can you look like a girl, be careful that you can't get married in the future!"

"Ah Ling, do you like this? ”

Yan Ling looked at a figure that appeared in front of him, and muttered: "Senior brother, fat man, brother, Xinxin ......"

Yan Ling slowly squatted down, his palm gently caressing the ground, senior brother, fat man, everyone, are you all okay? Forgive me for not having time to put away your souls!

Brother, Xinxin, where are you?

The sound of pouring water interrupted Yan Ling's thoughts, and she shouted, "Who?!"

The other side seemed to be startled by this sudden reprimand, and the bucket in his hand fell to the ground.

Yan Ling got up and looked over, and saw a man with a slightly panicked expression, looking at his face, he couldn't remember when he saw it. She walked over and stared at the man and asked, "Who are you?"

When the man saw her, he suddenly calmed down, and he bowed his hand slightly: "In Xia Huayun, the girl saved me in the afternoon, and I was worried that I couldn't find anyone, but I didn't want to meet here." ”

Suddenly, she did save someone in the afternoon, but she didn't remember his appearance, and it was clear to look at his face, and she forgot it when she saw it, and she didn't know whether to be happy or sad. She squinted at him, "What are you doing here?"

Hua Yun pursed her lips and replied truthfully: "I'm here to commemorate the deceased!"

Yan Ling said, "Oh, do you know what this place is?"

Hua Yun nodded, his tone a little heavy, "This is the place where some good people are buried!"

Yan Ling's heart was light, the place where the bones were buried was just a beautified statement, to be exact, this was the place where they threw their corpses!

She sneered: "The sect families all think that they are evil demons and crooked ways, you actually think they are good people?"

Hua Yun disagreed with this, he frowned and said, "Do benefactors think of them the same way? I think that benefactors are different from those sect people. They are all good people, not a single bad person!"

That's interesting. "Oh, how can you be so sure, you were only the size of a bun when they died, and you weren't sensible, how can you think they're good people?"

"Because I once had a benefactor who was a relative of these people, she was a good person, and her relatives must also be good people!"

Yan Ling's eyes swelled, and his nose was slightly sour, some people can be ungrateful to the extreme, and some people can always remember that little bit of kindness.

She glanced to the side and saw a small tree next to the barrel, which looked like it had just been planted. She asked Hua Yun, "Are you planting trees here?"

Hua Yun nodded, but his face was still a little unsightly, which made Yan Ling want to laugh a little.

"When I knew that they were gone, I would come here every year to plant a 10,000-year-old tree, and I couldn't cultivate because I was soft-spoken, I couldn't redress their grievances, and I could only do some small things as best I could. ”

Yan Ling smiled and shook her head, she said, "It may be small for you, but for them, this is already a great kindness! At least when everyone hates them, insults them, and hurts them, there is also a precious warmth that you send them." Can you tell me the story of your relationship with that benefactor?"

Hua Yun heard her say this, and her mood improved a lot. He looked into the distance and recalled the scene: "At that time, I was only four years old, because I was unable to cultivate since I was a child and my physique was extremely poor, my father had no patience with me, and sent me out of the house when I was two years old. After that, my mother and I lived together. ”

At that time, Hua Yun was much worse than now, looking sick. I don't know where the ghost who came out of the ghost domain took a look at him and took him away from the humble house. On the way back to the ghost domain, I met the spirit of words who had been trained outside, and the two sides fought each other, and the fight was inseparable, and finally the ghost was killed by the spirit of words, and Hua Yun was saved. Originally, his physique was very poor, and he was even more dying when he was infected by the ghost qi, and it took his mana to save him. It was also at that time that Yan Ling found that there was a breath in his body that made her feel very familiar, and he taught her to suck half of it by mistake, and the rest of the breath seemed to be afraid that she would directly shrink back and hibernate and never show up again.

Hua Yun felt a lot better, he opened his eyes and saw a sister who looked like a fairy looking at him, and the fear of being kidnapped was vented when he met this beautiful sister, crying darkly. Yan Ling patted him on the back and comforted him softly: "Okay, okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, don't cry, manly man, it's a shame to shed tears!"

Hua Yun immediately stopped crying, and sobbed in a thick nasal voice: "I'm a man, I don't cry!"

"That's good, tell my sister where your home is, and my sister will send you home, okay?"

"When I came home, the fairy sister saw that my family was poor, and left some money and left. ”

Yan Ling heard the words "fairy sister" and felt as if she had heard it somewhere, but she just couldn't remember it, so she didn't bother to think about it again. She was very strange and asked: "You didn't ask her name at the time, how do you know that she is from the Wen family?"

Hua Yun smiled slightly, and the man who had always been expressionless and indifferent seemed to be alive at this moment, with a little color. He said: "I don't know her name, but I know that she is a cultivator, I have heard a lot about the woman in red, people call her a blood phoenix, dressed in red, and a phoenix flower whip." Sister Fairy is like this, I remember her original dress clearly. Later, I inquired and learned that she was the proud daughter of the Wen family, with her mother's surname and her voice. ”

Yan Ling Gordon, she was only at the moment to take a closer look at Hua Yun's appearance, but unfortunately, she couldn't remember when she had saved such a person. She was a little embarrassed, others remembered her for more than ten years, and she couldn't even remember a loss, ashamed, ashamed.

"So you're here to worship these dead souls for her?"

"Well, I haven't met anyone who has been nice to me except my mother, except for my fairy sister. Even my biological father only remembered that there was such a waste son as me because he lost his beloved son in middle age and had nothing to do. ”

"Don't be presumptuous, no matter if it's a person or anything, as long as it exists in this world, even if it's just a small grass, it has its meaning of existence. ”

Hua Yun murmured: "The meaning of Xiaocao's existence is to green the earth, what is the meaning of my existence?"

"Maybe it's to lead sentient beings! Stretch out your hand, and I'll see!"

Hua Yun smiled helplessly and ignored her quipping, and said, "I don't care about these things anymore, if you can't cultivate, you can't cultivate, and it's okay to have a dull life." Having said that, he held out his hand anyway. Yan Ling probed his veins, and the mana swept through his body, and he instantly felt the fluctuation of that power, as if he was afraid of her.