Elixir Supplier Chapter 920: I want to live a few more days

"So confident?"

"Confident, trusting sir more, what do you think of sir?" Zhong Liuchuan asked, looking up at Jia Zizai.

"How can I say it, a superb character." Jia Zizai said, "He who is bestowed by heaven."

"Mr. Iguan, you can live at least two hundred years old." Zhong Liuchuan said.

"How did you see it?" Jia Zizai wasn't particularly surprised by the number, but was curious about how the brother saw it.

"Feeling." Zhong Liuchuan said.

"It feels like this kind of nonsense again?" Jia Zizai smiled.

"Have you met Mr.'s parents?"

"I have seen it several times, what's wrong?"

"Let's take a closer look next time, the two old people are getting younger and younger." Zhong Liuchuan said.

"Really? I haven't paid much attention to this." Jia Zizai said after listening.

"And you haven't really gotten started. After you get started, you will know what your husband taught us." Zhong Liuchuan said calmly.

With the deepening of his practice now, he has become more and more aware of how magical the breathing method that Wang Yao taught him at the beginning is, not only for physical training and improvement, but also for the spiritual level. Zhong Liuchuan himself had a feeling that the way he walked was the immortal cultivation in the novel.

What is the biggest difference between Xian and Fan?

It’s not the immortal’s ability to call the wind and rain, but the immortal can live in harmony with the sky, that is, longevity. After living for a long time, they will naturally have more opportunities to contact extraordinary things, acquire extraordinary skills, and master extraordinary abilities.

"Our power is only limited in our body, and we can't show it yet. Mr.'s power can already communicate this world!"

"Listening to your words, why do I feel that it is purely a blow to my enthusiasm?" Jia Zizai smiled.

"I didn’t mean it, it’s just a pure sigh, and the husband said, we practice, just do what we want, right here, quietly reading, chanting, drinking tea, playing chess, watching The sun rises and the sunset, the clouds roll and the clouds are so relaxed, what's wrong with it?" Zhong Liuchuan took a sip of the tea ceremony.

"I finally understand why the brother's entry is so fast." Hu Mei, who came to store water for them, said with a smile.

"But this state of mind is not something we can match."

"Junior sister has passed the award, and you are not satisfied with your entry, but some people have to hurry up and work hard." Zhong Liuchuan smiled and said to Jia Zizai.

Among the three of them, Jia Zizai’s cultivation base is now the lowest. Even Hu Mei, who is a beginner, has surpassed him, because Hu Mei’s temperament is better than him, and her heart is more calm. , In line with the essence of spiritual practice.

"It's safe. It's safe. It's no shame to be overtaken by your own wife." Jia Zizai said.

"I am not humiliated now, and then I will pursue that tranquil state like water, just like you are now, brother." Jia Zizai said.

"Such the best."

In the medical hall, Wang Yao is reading a medical book. He just bought the medical book from the Internet, which is full of errors. He reads it and makes corrections.

"This kind of book can be published, it is really misleading!" He exclaimed.

The jingle rang, hum, and the phone on the desk rang.

"It's me, um, good." After hanging up the phone, he continued reading.

Gada, Gada, the clock hung on the wall is ringing non-stop, and the hands are turning steadily, pointing to one number after another.

When it was half past three, there was a knock on the door outside.

Enter, Wang Yao yelled to the outside, and after a while, a person walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Wu." Wang Yao said.

The one who came in is Wu Tongxing, the one from Wu's family. He hasn't come for many days.

"The old man is not well." Wang Yao raised his head and glanced at him.

"Yes, very bad." Wu Tongxing said.

He came in a hurry because of his father’s illness. It is reasonable to say that he has reached that age and can go, but these children want to do their best to make him live for two more years. , Even if this extra two years of life may be a torture, painful torture for him.

"When the time comes, why force it?" Wang Yao said.

"We still want to do our best to be filial." At this time, Director Wu has completely lost the aura of a superior, just a filial son.

"The time is running out, come back tomorrow." Wang Yao said.

"Hey, thank you." Wu Tongxing was very happy when he heard Wang Yao agree. He was afraid that the other party would not agree this time. That would be the most troublesome thing.

"The old man hurts badly, right?"

"Awesome."

Wang Yao didn't speak, Wu Tongxing put down a mention of tea and left.

The old man from Wu's family has been to see him, and he got the same disease as Wang Yilong, but the location of the disease is different, but it is more severe. In addition, he is now too old to be able to live until now. It's all because of the magic of Wang Yao's "spiritual medicine".

"Try again."

If the old man who is now in the capital can be in this mountain village at this moment, Wang Yao can use a combination of medicine and acupuncture to cure the terminal illness of the old man with certainty. , Just like Wang Yilong, but the identity of the other party is different after all, and it is unlikely that he will leave the capital at this time and come to the mountain village in such a small county.

"I'm making a few medicines." Wang Yao secretly said.

Thousands of miles away, in the capital, the Su family.

"Why did my brother come here today?" Song Ruiping smiled and poured water on the man herself.

"Isn't there something I want to ask you for help?" Wu Tongrong smiled.

His brother went to Lianshan County to look for the doctor. He was still not at ease. He knew that the Su family cared about him, so he found here and visited his mother-in-law, just to ask for insurance .

"Old man's body?"

"Hey, it's getting worse. The doctor said it's hard to survive this winter." Wu Tongrong sighed.

"Don't worry too much, brother." Song Ruiping said with relief after hearing this.

"I came here this time to ask my sister to say something."

"What?" Song Ruiping was stunned, and instantly understood the other party's intention.

"You mean Xiaoyao?"

"Yes, I'm not telling you anything. At this time, Tongxing is afraid that he has already arrived in Lianshan County. I am still worried that Dr. Wang will not help."

"Ah, this is easy to say." Song Ruiping smiled.

"Xiang Hua is still so busy?"

"Busy, busy away from home all day." Song Ruiping said.

"Know that he is good to drink tea, taste it."

"Thank you, brother."

Song Ruiping called Wang Yao in front of Wu Tongrong and explained the matter directly.

"I see, Auntie, I have already met Mr. Wu." Wang Yao said on the other end of the phone.

"Good, good."

"Don't worry, Xiao Yao said that I will prepare to boil medicine tonight."

"Hey, good, good, thank you."

"You are welcome."

The Wu Tongrong sat down and said a few words before leaving.

"Madam, Mr. Wu?" the woman beside him said.

"This time I am afraid it will be difficult to get through. After all, I am a person in his nineties, and he is still that kind of disease. It is very good to be able to survive until now."

Unconsciously, it was late at night.

In the Nanshan, a little yellowish.

In the hut, the firewood made a crackling sound,

The unique smell of medicine floated out of the house.

Ganoderma, angelica, plowing grass...

Wang Yao is making medicine,

Clearing heat and removing fire, relieving pain and removing blood stasis, reconciling yin and yang~IndoMTL.com~ Flipping the wood in no hurry, quietly watching the color of the herbal soup in the "Baicao pot".

Is it possible to gather part of the spiritual energy in this mountain into this medicinal soup?

This is not the first time he has thought about this question.

"Think about it, give it a try."

The next morning, Wu Tongxing came very early, and he came when the door of the medical hall was not open. He didn’t sleep well all night last night. He called home after ten o’clock and asked the health doctor’s father’s condition. He was worried about what happened to the elderly who was already dead. He didn’t feel relieved until he heard that he had no worries. .

"Chairman, don't worry too much." The secretary who came with him softly relieved.

"Well," Wu Tongxing just responded.

"It would be great if Wang Yao could be invited to the capital. What a pity!" He sighed.

"He is here."