Shuanghua was serious and felt that having another apprentice under her might not be a bad thing.
Personally speaking, she always felt that Leng Ruo cared too much about Hu Nuan, and she would get angry whenever Hu Nuan did something. To put it bluntly, her own mother didn't even do that.
Shuanghua couldn't figure out why Leng Ruo was so irrationally protective of Hu Nuan?
From a cultivation perspective, it is never a good thing for a monk to care too much about one person. It can easily lead to inner demons.
So, it would be nice if there was someone to share the attention with.
Shuanghua looked inside the car and Leng Ruo looked kindly at the boy. This was a good sign.
She refused to think that Leng Ruo was kind to Mr. Lan because Hu Nuan had a good attitude towards him.
In the carriage, four children took turns checking Lan Jiu's pulse.
Lan Jiu asked: "What did you see?"
Four people: "We can see that we have never learned medical skills before."
Lan Jiu was quite speechless: "When we get to my house, I will send someone out to look for your family."
Jin Xin: "Does your family agree? Will they find us troublesome?"
Lan Jiu: "No, I can still make the decision on such a small matter."
Loneliness flashed across his face.
Leng Ruo: "Do you have many brothers and sisters? Are you not taken seriously?"
Lan Jiu: "I am Xingjiu, and my father and mother are trying their best to find a miracle doctor for me, but the hope is slim. They don't want to be sad when I leave."
He smiled, like a crystal orchid, hard and fragile.
The Lan family is the city lord family here, and they deserve to be the local emperor. As Lan Jiu said, no one would question it if he brought a few friends back and met the city lord's wife.
The wife of the city lord was very beautiful, and after chatting with them in a friendly manner, she arranged a room for them.
Lan Jiu: "Just use my yard."
The city lord's wife smiled and nodded, and when Lan Jiu took them away, the smile on her face fell.
"If she hadn't been poisoned back then, my Jiu'er would have been the one with the best talent in cultivation." The city lord's wife said painfully.
The servant woman next to her said: "At that time, the status of the city lord was not yet stable, and you were about to give birth again. There were internal enemies and external enemies. It was God's blessing that the ninth son was born smoothly. Over the years, you and the city lord have sought out the alchemist for elixirs.
I have tried every method, and I have tried my best.”
He also comforted: "The eldest young master and the young master have better cultivation qualifications than their peers. If they support themselves, they will definitely not ignore the ninth master. The ninth master's health - you have tried your best."
Lin Yin looked at the city lord's wife and made calculations, raised his brows, and said to Shuang Hua: "The child is no longer tied to his mother, and he is probably in a similar situation to his father. If you want to accept it, it's just right."
After saying that, a line of sight came over, Lin Yin looked at him with excitement, and Hu Qing's eyes clearly said: So you like this?
Lin Yin: "That's not what I meant. The relationship between Fatty and I is very good. We give each other gifts every year and festival."
Hu Qing's facial features were distorted: "The monks still celebrate the New Year? Do you celebrate your birthday?"
Such a smart person makes such a poor excuse to fool others? Who are you looking down on?
Lin Yin: "..." I'm just making an analogy.
And Shuanghua's words stopped Hu Qing from thinking too much: "What do you think of being a child adopter?"
Hu Qing immediately focused his attention: "Don't mention it, the two of them match up very well in appearance. It's eye-catching. It's just this body - okay?"
The man next to him wanted to disappear, but he couldn't figure it out. Hu Nuan first met Shuang Hua, and was so picky by Shuang Hua. Why is it that Hu Nuan and Shuang Hua are the most able to talk to each other now?
Hu Qing: What mother can like other people's babies? Besides, the friendship between mothers is determined by the friendship of their children. If Hu Nuan and Leng Ruo play well, then she and Shuang Hua can naturally become friends.
This is the unspoken rule in the mother's circle: everything is based on the child.
Shuanghua said to them: "I want to formally come to the door to check the child. If it is suitable, I will take him away."
How many people opened their mouths and decided like this?
Shuanghua: "Aren't they looking for a miracle doctor? I am."
A few people silently shut up. You are who you say you are. In this place where mortals can live freely, there are not many powerful monks. No one dares to stop you if you stand up to snatch people. He is just a miracle doctor, and Yuanying is not a real person.
A panacea.
Hu Qing saw the monk's willful behavior. She secretly felt that Shuanghua probably wanted to take this opportunity to get the children back.
Shuanghua really thought this way. In just a few days, several children have proven that they are brave, resourceful and vigilant, so what else is there to experience? If the children are too good, they have to suffer from stupidity?
So an expert came to the city lord's palace. Shuanghua dressed up as a man, as cold as snow, and stood in front of the palace gate, with the aura surrounding him surrendering.
The city lord came to greet him in person, Shuang Hua said calmly, "I'm just passing by. Take a walk. If I see the reward posted by you, come and take a look."
He waved his hand and unfolded the rolled paper. It was the reward for seeking medical treatment posted by the city lord's palace inside and outside the city. Over the years, this reward has almost become a fixed scenery in the city.
The city lord was overjoyed. The master's aura was stronger than that of the ancestor in seclusion. Is this an opportunity for the Lan family? If he could establish a relationship with such a master——
After all, he is the lord of a city, and he cannot only think about a sick son.
Shuanghua sat in the middle, accompanied by the city lord, and Lan Jiu was brought, followed by four little tails.
Shuang Hua glanced at the four people calmly. Of course they didn't recognize her. She was a male cultivator at the moment.
Leng Ruo didn't see anything.
Shuanghua couldn't help but think that she should bring Hu Qing here to see if Hu Qing and Hu Nuan had telepathy.
When Lan Jiu heard the city lord's introduction, she looked at Shuanghua, with anticipation in her eyes: Can a person who has his father and city lord treat each other with respect be able to cure himself?
Shuanghua placed two fingers on his thin wrist, seemingly diagnosing his pulse, but in reality she was probing into her spiritual consciousness. As soon as her spiritual consciousness entered the stagnant meridians, she frowned, and her brows remained furrowed for a long time.
The pulse under his fingers was fast and slow. Lan Jiu pursed her lips slightly and lowered her eyes. He... had no hope.
The city lord couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Shuanghua let go of her fingers and muttered: "It can be saved."
Can?
The city lord and Lan Jiu raised their heads at the same time. Lan Jiu was a little dizzy and her body shook slightly.
Shuanghua: "The price is a bit high, and your city lord's mansion can't afford it."
The city lord's expression changed.
Shuanghua didn't lie. With her ability and the strength of the Chaohua Sect, she could save it. But this small city lord's mansion - it can be done if the city lord doesn't care about others.
Can a city lord ignore others? His clan members, relatives, children, and even grandchildren.
Looking at Lan Jiu, he felt a flash of pity and said, "Master, I am willing to fight for my son."
Shuanghua looked at him and sent him a sentence with his spiritual consciousness, the conditions he needed to pay.
The city lord's body swayed.
Lan Jiu understood, lowered her head and said, "I'm used to it, I won't treat it anymore."
The city lord couldn't help but feel guilty. Originally, this was his most outstanding son.
Shuanghua said: "There is another way."
What?
"Follow me, give up the worldly fate, and maybe you can find a glimmer of hope."
There is no guarantee. It depends on whether you dare to let it go and whether you dare to gamble.
