A little tree monster? Or a monster! Well, okay, okay, it looks like a tree monster, a flower monster, a goat monster, a deer monster... none of them can eat people.
After listening to the conversation, the old tree monster did a somersault, turned over on its side, and joked: "Little monk, is your meat delicious? You didn't burn incense to worship, and you didn't make a tribute. Who would want to eat you? You're just being sentimental!"
"You're a little monk!" Han Shaer retorted, but he was cursing in his heart. Your father, your grandfather, and your ancestors have been monks for eighteen generations! You ignore this big idiot, but you are still clamoring to marry ten or eight wives.
, I have a lot of sons, I am much better than him, no matter what, I have to surpass him, right? If you call me little monk, are you cursing me to cut off any descendants?
What what? I have to burn incense and make a tribute, begging you to eat it? Who are you? If there wasn't an old monster, I would throw you down first and let you have a taste of it!
The old tree monster is short, skinny, and covered in zebra stripes. Han Shaer is not afraid of him. "Little zebra, you don't eat grass anymore? If you want to eat meat, come on, I'll give you a foot to chew on!" he said.
Then he stretched out one foot, haha, tree monsters don’t eat meat anyway!
Well, the little tree monster has become a little zebra again! How come an E'er and a Han Sha'er don't know how to respect their elders? The old tree monster was so angry that he screamed, somersaulted over and back again, bared his teeth and claws, and blew.
Beard glared and said: "Little monk, I am an old tree monster, an old tree monster! No matter how big or small you are, I will chew your feet to pieces and feed them to the ants!"
"You're just a little zebra. If you don't accept it, come and fight!" Han Shaer pressed the edge of the stone urn and jumped out.
"Yeah, yeah! Little monk! I'm so angry--yo, little light, come on, let's fight! Believe it or not, I will pull off your little tail and make you really a little monk? Chicken stewed with mushrooms,
It smells so good!”
Twist the little tail? Damn it! Don’t do it like this, okay? Silly Han couldn’t help but protect it with one hand, picked up a small stone with the other hand, flicked it towards the old tree monster’s butt, and shouted: "Little class horse, you move
let's hit!"
The old tree monster dodged with a somersault! Darling, this tree monster is more powerful than the ghost hand! Han Shaer was impressed and stopped quietly. When the old tree monster retaliated, he splashed it with water and swam with it.
"Hehehe..." Uncle Qi laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, and waved his hands to dissuade them: "Okay, okay, you two, stop making trouble! Let's talk about business."
"Who are you?" Han Shaer seemed familiar.
"Little monk! Open your eyes! Don't you recognize the God of Medicine? He can use his divine power to save you!" the old tree monster warned.
"The God of Medicine?" Han Shaer murmured to himself, half believing it or not. He remembered what happened before the injury, and he became more and more confused in the past few days.
"Take a good look! I have worshiped the portrait for many years, but when I see the real person, I feel strange." Qi Bo looked at him with a smile.
He is really the god of medicine, Qi Bo! Han Shaer slaps his thigh. The portrait looks peaceful and lively in front of him! The eyes and eyebrows are even more fairy-like! Except for the different clothes, there is no difference between them!
"Han Benyue, a young disciple, pays homage to the God of Medicine! You will bring blessings to all directions and will last for generations to come!" Han Shaer's knees softened, and he knelt down and kowtowed. His father said that in order to cure Jing Tianzhi's disease, the God of Medicine will not be reincarnated.
, and he suffered the same injury, how could he have recovered unless the Medicine God descended to save him?
"Hahaha, who are you following? You've become a flatterer!" Qi Bo smiled and said, "From now on, there is no need to bow again. If you bow once, my old man will suffer a lot."
"Then I will pray every day and learn medicine from you to save people." Han Shaer blinked his eyes and added. Grandpa Han Xiucao is the best imperial doctor in the world, and he often worships the God of Medicine. Needless to say, the God of Medicine
His abilities are even better than those of his grandfather! He grew up in a medical family, and helping the common people is the only way to go. Now, this is a one-in-a-million opportunity, so don’t miss it.
"Boys can be taught!" the old tree monster added in a casual comment.
Uncle Qi rolled his eyes at him: "It's best to say less if you don't mean anything!"
The old tree monster was so embarrassed that it turned somersaults and hid far away.
Han Shaer clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Little zebra, don't be too old! Hey, your mane looks like a beard!"
Qi Bo laughed again: "Your mouth is enough to give me a headache! His beard is a real beard made from tree roots."
What a strange old tree! Han Shaer thought to himself, there is a medicine god here, so I am afraid of him!
Qi Bo asked: "Are you hungry?"
No matter if I ask if I am hungry, I am full of energy; if I ask, I am hungry and my stomach is growling. "Hungry! I even forgot when I ate."
He had forgotten. He clearly didn't remember. Qi Bo ordered: "Little tree monster, go and get some food. Don't forget to get some meat to supplement the fool."
The old tree monster agreed and came out of the cave, walked straight forward, and suddenly disappeared.
"He jumped off the cliff!" Han Shaer exclaimed.
"It's okay, I won't die if I fall." Qi Boyun said calmly.
Can you die if you fall? Can you die if you fall on a hundred-foot cliff? Han Shaer is not sure, so he runs a few steps and approaches the cliff to see what happens.
The old tree monster somersaulted against the cliff, as if walking on flat ground.
Han Shaer was dumbfounded, "Hey, darling! This is so awesome! Even Yu Yanzi has to step aside for this Qing Gong."
Where did he go to get food? If he wasn't a monk, who would give him alms? If he had to steal, he would steal - and he had to find someone to steal! Gou Shiyun once said that this Tianyue Valley is surrounded by cliffs and is deserted...
"Fool, come back!" Qibo called from the cave, making him sit on a stone bench with his head next to the stone table, his right hand gently touching it, and murmuring: "When you go, you will come back, if the spring flowers and autumn moon wait for a while. The elves of Nanshan know how to do it."
I heard a loud sound flying to the front of the bottle." After saying this, let Han Shaer close his eyes and sit quietly.
A strange scene happened. In Han Shaer's mind, one scene after another was played out: Han Chunwang promised Jia Haoren acupuncture with the Little Holy Acupuncture Technique; moved stones to build a wall for the big tree; Shengquan Village, the moon
A fierce battle on the top of the Nanshan Mountain; E'er struggled to glide and landed in the canopy of the tree...