I always thought that Jingyue and Lingxi were both heavenly spiritual masters. After all, she was Lingxi's uncle and learned the art earlier than Lingxi.
But this is not the case. Jingyue is just a Xuanling Master, and is still a level below Tianling Master.
In her words, there are only four Heavenly Spirit Masters in the entire Kunlun Mountains.
One is Kunlun Headmaster Ji Xuanqing.
One is the disabled master Bodu Qirui from Lingxi.
The third person is the traitor who escaped from Kunlun Mountain ten years ago, Jingyue's junior disciple Su Xinglan.
And the fourth place is Lingxi.
It can be said that Lingxi is not only the youngest Heavenly Spirit Master in Daxia, but also the most talented disciple in Kunlun Mountain.
Because of this, Ji Xuanqing already regarded Lingxi as the next headmaster of Kunlun and taught her the Kunlun secrets that only the headmaster of Kunlun could practice.
Therefore, compared with Lingxi's calmness in helping me suppress the evil spirits in my body, Jingyue was a little more hesitant to do it.
It took more than half an hour, and I cried out in pain.
Early the next morning, Jingyue left.
He said he had to go back to Kunlun Mountain.
Lingxi and I were the only ones left in the huge villa.
I'm used to the bustling chatter in Jingyue these past few days, so this sudden desertion really made me feel a little uncomfortable for a while.
I help Lingxi cook, clean, and prepare medicine for her every day.
The rest of the time is spent in the living room watching TV and playing with mobile phones.
Of course, I didn't forget to call home.
During this period, Meng Fan came here once and bought many gifts.
Milk drinks, snacks and biscuits, including the jacket given to me as "compensation".
Su Tongyuan has never been here, and I can't find any news about her.
In a hurry, I could only shamelessly ask Lingxi.
Lingxi told me that Su Tongyuan was forced to face the wall by my mother recently, and it would take at least a month to come out.
After learning the result, I became even more angry, and my hatred for my mother became even deeper.
She didn't save me, she watched me being bullied by the Chen family, and she didn't allow Su Tongyuan to save me.
Is this my mother?
Is this my biological mother?
I can't accept it, and I can't let it go.
The traditional Chinese medicine that Jingyue caught was very effective. She took two doses a day. In just half a month, Lingxi's complexion became much more rosy.
Perhaps the internal injuries have not healed, but on the surface there seems to be no problem.
On the morning of the 16th day of the first lunar month, Lingxi woke me up and said he was going to Hejian Village to get a purple and gold rooster comb.
I was worried about Lingxi's health and discussed whether to go later.
Lingxi ignored me and gave me ten minutes to wash up and get in the car.
I knew Lingxi's temper and that was absolutely true, so I got up immediately, got dressed and went straight downstairs.
Hejian Village is more than sixty miles away from Zhongzhou, and it only takes an hour and a half to drive there.
We set off at eight o'clock in the morning and arrived at Hejian Village before ten o'clock.
Lingxi asked me to go to the village to find out the address of the midwife Liu Lanfang.
To say that Liu Lanfang is really a celebrity in Hejian Village, I asked around at the village entrance, and someone immediately enthusiastically pointed out her house to me.
After thanking me, I bought a pack of 20-yuan cigarettes at the canteen and distributed them to the villagers gathered together.
"Where did you learn this trick?" Lingxi asked after getting out of the car, leaning on the car door and leaving the cigarette in my hand.
I stuffed the cigarette into my pocket and said with a smile: "I learned from my grandfather. When asking for help, hand me a cigarette so that you can talk."
Lingxi grunted and warned: "You are not allowed to smoke."
I spread my hands and said, "Don't worry, master, I'm not used to this."
Lingxi opened the trunk, took out several boxes of elderly care products, put them in my hands, and walked straight down the aisle: "Lead the way."
I held the gift and said in surprise: "Are these all for Liu Lanfang?"
"What do you think?" Lingxi asked back: "The New Year has just passed, and we are asking for help from others, so we should be polite and courteous."
I nodded and followed the route pointed out to me by the villagers to find the door of Liu Lanfang's house.
This is a dilapidated building, three stories high, surrounded by a courtyard wall.
A tiled shed was built in the corner of the yard, where many roosters were raised, and three or four peach trees were also planted.
I saw that the courtyard door was open, so I walked in alone and shouted, "Is anyone home?"
After shouting twice, an old man holding a spatula walked out of the kitchen. He was about sixty years old, thin and frail, but very energetic.
He looked at me carefully and said, "Who are you looking for?"
I walked up to him, smoked a cigarette, and said with a smile, "I'm looking for the midwife Liu Lanfang. Is this where her home is?"
"Looking for my old lady from my hometown." The uncle looked at me with a cigarette between his arms and said, "Is there a baby at home?"
Without waiting for my answer, the uncle said regretfully: "You're not from this village, are you?"
"Yes, from the city." I said.
The old man shook his head and said, "My old lady has stopped delivering babies a long time ago, so your trip was in vain."
