"Mother...... Father, he's going to be fine, right, he's going to wake up!"

Han Leng opened his eyes blurred with tears, looked at his mother, who was also red, and asked with a child's immature voice full of vision. Li Mei didn't know how to answer her son's question, so she could only hold her son and touch his head with her hand.

After a while, Han Leng broke free from his mother's embrace, he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, stopped the choking in his throat, and looked at his father lying on the bed again. He said to his mother: "No one in Qingliu Village can save my father, so there will always be doctors with superb medical skills in Hetong County, so I will go to Hetong County to find someone to save my father......

Li Mei looked at her son, this little guy is much more sensible than before, but Qingliu Village and Hetong County are separated by a hundred miles, even if they take a carriage, it will take a day and a night to arrive, and it is a question whether her husband can survive this afternoon, let alone wait for two more days.

After Han Leng finished saying that, he was stunned, he didn't leave the village too far at all, he didn't know the location of Hetong County at all, and only Zhou Dequan had a carriage in the village. Old man Zhou wished that Han Jinfeng would return to the throne as soon as possible, and it was impossible to borrow a carriage.

Han Leng didn't want to stay in the house, didn't want to see his father leave him like this, he left the house and walked to the street in the village.

Usually the streets are full of people, but today it is extremely deserted, and I don't know if it is the illusion brought to him by sadness.

He continued to walk forward, and slowly came to the center of the village, this place is the village market, the pig slaughterer, the sheep slaughterer, the fish seller and the vegetable seller are all selling their goods here, but today there is no pig and sheep dying wail, no vegetable seller shouting, only layer by layer of people in a circle.

Han Leng squeezed into the crowd out of curiosity, and thanks to his smaller body, he quickly entered the inner circle from the outermost part.

I saw that everyone was watching an old man in a white robe, the old man had white hair, bright eyes, and a straight torso.

Han Leng didn't know who this old man was, so he asked a person next to him, and the people in the village had basically met, and the person next to him said: "This old man said that he was the envoy of the Xuanling Sect, and he came to our place to find someone with immortal fate, and pulled him to the sect to follow him to cultivate or something, and I didn't understand what he meant." ”

"Thank you. Han Leng thanked him and looked at the old man.

This old man's name is Shi Yun, he is a member of the Xuanling Sect of the Immortal Cultivation Sect, and he came to Qingliu Village this time It was really unexpected, originally he went to a farther village to find someone, but that person temporarily regretted not wanting to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect, so he had no choice but to turn back.

In these remote villages, few people know about the sect of cultivating immortals, only about private schools and martial arts halls, where you can become an official by studying literature, and you can become a general and cultivate immortals by practicing martial arts...... He can only wander around, like a beggar.

Therefore, the people in these places are not keen on cultivating immortals, and the Xuanling Sect is a low-level sect of cultivating immortals, and the children of rich families in big cities can't look down on such a sect at all, so the Xuanling Sect can only go to the villages and towns to find people to cultivate immortals, and the people in the village are thinking about practicing martial arts, and there is no one who is willing to cultivate immortals.

Shi Yun went back this time, if he didn't recruit disciples, it would not be easy to make a difference, and on the way back, he passed through Qingliu Village, and saw that there were many teenagers in the village, so he entered the village to try to recruit disciples.

"Xuanling Sect has a history of three hundred years, and there are thousands of disciples in the sect, and those who have achieved cultivation can become generals after leaving the mountain and enjoy the glory and wealth......" When Shi Yun said Ronghua Fugui, his eyes were full of contempt and helplessness, and the cultivation of immortals was actually connected with Ronghua Fugui, which had already violated the original intention of cultivating immortals.

However, he walked through many villages, and found that only by saying this could the villagers be a little interested, as long as they could recruit people, they could do anything.

"I don't know if you are interested in joining the old man's sect, you can also ask your children if they are interested, cultivating immortals is very simple, and it is much easier than practicing martial arts. Shi Yun said against his will, the journey of cultivating immortals is long and indefinite, and the process of cultivation is boring and difficult, but it can't be said.

"What do you learn from cultivating immortals?" someone in the crowd asked.

Shi Yun's eyes lit up, and a smile appeared on his face and said: "That's a lot, like what fingertips make fires, dispel diseases and provide disaster relief, they are all immortal cultivation, and the most important thing is that cultivating immortals can live forever." ”

"Isn't it a trick to make a fire on your fingertips, it's all a trick to deceive people, so we won't be fooled. There were voices of skepticism in the crowd.

Shi Yun's face was displeased, if it weren't for recruiting disciples, he wouldn't have time to deal with these mortals, and the most annoying thing was that these uninformed mortals actually compared immortal magic with blindfolding.

"You don't think this is a trick!"

Shi Yun stretched out his right hand and swung it up and down in the air, only to hear a roar, a raging flame appeared in his palm, and the flame was so strong that it was hotter than the firewood under the stove.

Feeling the heat of the flame in the old man's hand, many villagers were frightened and took a step back, this is not an ordinary blinding method can be compared, if this fire falls on a person, it can be cremated on the spot, and the old man holds the flame in his hand, but does not see the slightest burn, it is really unbelievable.

Shi Yunlu's hand made many doubters shut their mouths, he was very satisfied with the result, and with a shake of his hand, he put the flame back.

Han Leng's eyes straightened, this old man was so angry that he actually lit his hand on fire, he still remembered what the old man just said about getting rid of illness and disaster relief, and Han Leng shouted while there were many people: "We have seen the fire on the fingertips, then you can talk about how to get rid of the disease and provide disaster relief!"

When the people around heard this, they all followed suit, Shi Yun glanced at Han Leng, and said in his heart: This little guy is born smart and clever, it should be good to take him under the door.

"Cure illness and provide disaster relief, prolong life. These are all the basic skills of immortal cultivators, those incurable diseases that cannot be cured by Lang Zhong can be cured by immortal cultivators, and those who cultivate to heaven can even use the technique of resurrecting the dead! This is all for later, little guy, are you interested in joining the Xuanling Sect?" Shi Yun looked at Han Leng and asked.

Han Leng replied: "Then you need to let us see it, otherwise who knows if what you said is true or false!"

Shi Yun waved his hand and said, "There are no patients here, how can you let the old man prove it." ”

Han Leng immediately said: "I have a patient at home, come with me, as long as you can cure him, I will go with you!"

Shi Yun became interested as soon as he heard this, he walked quickly to Han Leng's side, and with a wave of one hand, a path was divided in the dense crowd, Han Leng was startled by this scene, but he didn't linger, but ran in the direction of his house, Shi Yun followed closely behind him.

At Han Leng's house, Han Jinfeng was still lying on the bed, his back still had poisonous blood lines, and the skin near the wound was burned by poison, Li Mei had already cried all her tears, and could only look at her husband with red and swollen eyes.

At this time, Han Leng suddenly rushed in, almost excitedly shouting, "Mother! Father is saved!"

Li Mei stood up violently, he thought that his son had found a medical master, but when he saw that only his son ran in by himself, his eyes dimmed again.

Because Shi Yun was following Han Leng, after a while, Shi Yun slowly walked into this tiled room, and glanced at Han Jinfeng who was lying on the bed, and then said, "What are you doing running so fast, this injury is nothing." ”