Chapter 2 The little monk is so weak that he can't heal his wounds through clothes
It's not that there are no other better elixirs, but they either require deep cultivation to refine, or they require expensive medicinal materials.
There are medicinal materials, and they can be refined now, only Yuan Dan is this time.
Without further ado, Yang Yifei simply went straight into the mountain.
Collect herbs!
The mountain behind Xiaolin Village is called Daqingshan. It is mostly virgin forest and has beautiful scenery. Even the tourism industry cannot develop because of the difficult roads.
But it is also a blessing in disguise, retaining the characteristics of the original forest, and the mountains are covered with various medicinal herbs.
Growing up in the mountains, he knew which medicinal materials were collected from where. In just half a day, he collected all the medicinal materials needed to refine Hui Yuan Dan, and also caught an unlucky rabbit that came to the door.
The weather was hot, and soon Yang Yifei was sweating profusely and panting. Fortunately, he had the Ring of Creation, so he didn't carry the herbs on his back all the time. He only took out the herbs and carried them behind his back when he was about to reach the village entrance.
"After you cure dad, your strength will increase."
All the problems were solved, and Yang Yifei's steps were relaxed.
I also really want to thank Lin Dewang, otherwise how could I have received the inheritance of the Immortal Lord?
In return, give him a nice treat back.
After returning home, Yang Zhenqiu was still lying on the bed numbly. Only when he saw that his son, who had not returned home all night, returned safely did he look relaxed.
"Dad, I'm back."
Yang Yifei was thinking about how to tell his father about the treatment, but unexpectedly Yang Zhenqiu suddenly said:
"Fei'er, let me die."
Yang Yifei was startled when his father, who had not spoken for a long time, opened his mouth.
"What are you talking about? Your disease is not incurable."
Yang Yifei immediately scolded with a straight face.
Yang Zhenqiu's cheeks twitched, he seemed to be crying and laughing, and said: "Fei'er, there's no need to persuade me. Your father and I also graduated from a prestigious university after all, so we know what this disease is like. Life is worse than death, life is worse than death."
The corners of his dry eyes shed tears again, both for himself and for his son.
Dad is actually a college student? Why haven’t you heard of it?
But it's no wonder that even if he carries a hoe, he can't hide his bookish look and handsome appearance. He is not on the same level as the old hats in the village. It's no wonder that those older girls and younger wives hang around in front of the house all day long.
There have been many matchmakers for him over the years, but he has rejected them all.
I just don't know how he got here.
Yang Yifei was puzzled and continued to say with a straight face: "That was before. I was just about to tell you that I went up the mountain yesterday and met an old immortal. I pinched my shoulders and hit my back. The old immortal saw that I was very sincere.
, accepted me as his disciple, and taught me a recipe. A single dose of medicine can cure you, so I was delayed all night. The medicine has been collected, and you will be able to stand up in a short time."
"Old gods?" Yang Zhenqiu smiled bitterly. This is not a novel, so there are no old gods.
Yang Yifei patted his chest and said, "Your son, you still don't believe it? If you can't stand up today, come and beat me."
Yang Zhenqiu suddenly thought of something, the light in his eyes dimmed, and he shook his head hard: "No, if it is not cured, you will be harmed."
"What are you talking about? It's natural for a son to serve me, so there's nothing to be done with it." Yang Yifei turned and walked to the kitchen. "I went to make medicine. I even caught a rabbit today. I haven't eaten the spicy rabbit meat you made for a long time.
I want to eat more."
Yang Zhenqiu sighed and closed his eyes.
High paraplegia makes it difficult to die.
In the kitchen.
Find out the knowledge about alchemy in your mind, quickly boil the medicinal materials together according to the proportion, and you can take it after an hour.
At this time, a call came from outside the door: "Is anyone home?"
Yang Yifei went out to take a look and found that it was Mrs. Wang from the east end of the village. She had little contact with the Yang family, and Yang Yifei was very confused as to why she came here.
"Yifei is back." Mrs. Wang looked Yang Yifei up and down, the more she looked, the happier she became, her old face smiling like a chrysanthemum.
"As expected of someone who has gone to college...Yifei, my aunt is here to congratulate you."
"Congratulations? What joy?" Yang Yifei wondered.
Mrs. Wang smiled and said: "The eldest daughter of the director's family has taken a liking to you. As long as you agree to be her son-in-law, she will build you a house and land and sponsor your business."
"What? Fat girl?"
Yang Yifei was shocked. As one of the few people of the same age in Xiaolin Village, he was very familiar with fat girls. She was the devil in his heart.
He is dark, fat, ugly, short, and has a bad temper. It can be said that except for his gender, he has nothing to do with women.
I would rather be a bachelor!
Yang Yifei was about to refuse when Mrs. Wang said: "Of course, after you get married, your father can't go with you. You can't let the eldest lady serve a paralyzed man. Just stay here and give him food.
Already."
Yang Yifei became furious: "Get out, get out now."
As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to beat Mrs. Wang.
Mrs. Wang was so frightened that she backed away again and again, all the way to the door, and cursed at the top of her lungs: "A dog bites Lu Dongbin, but it doesn't know a good heart. There is no shop like this in this village. With your family like this, it's strange that you can find a wife."
Yang Yifei said angrily: "Even if I am a bachelor for the rest of my life, I will never marry that fat black man. Let her give up on this idea."
When Mrs. Wang left, Yang Yifei was still angry and cursed: "Bah, she doesn't care about her own virtues. She can take care of my father if she wants to?"
Suddenly a chuckle came from the side. Yang Yifei glared and found that it was Li Lanhua, the widow next door, covering her mouth and laughing, her face softened and a little embarrassed.
The two families are next to each other. Yang Yifei has been without a mother since he was a child. Yang Zhenqiu has taken care of him alone. There are always times when he can't take care of him. Li Lanhua has helped his family a lot. She is like a sister to him, as close as a family. In the past few days since Yang Zhenqiu's accident,
Thanks to her for helping take care of it.
And although she is a widow and has a daughter who is in high school, country people get married early and are only five or six years older than Yang Yifei now, which is when the peaches are most ripe.
A thin shirt could not cover the exaggerated curvature of the bulge, and as the body swayed, it trembled up and down. Many times, Yang Yifei felt that the name Lanhua was not nice, and it should be called Yourong.
"Yes...ahem, Sister Lanhua."
Yang Yifei almost said what was in his heart, but Li Lanhua didn't pay attention and said with a smile: "Actually, Miss Lin is quite good."
Yang Yifei said with a bitter face: "Don't laugh at me."
Li Lanhua chuckled and handed over the vegetable basket in her hand: "There are no vegetables at home. I just picked them."
Yang Yifei quickly took it, but saw Li Lanhua frowning and hitting his waist with his hand.
"Uncomfortable?" Yang Yifei asked.
Li Lanhua smiled and said: "It's okay, just a small problem."
Yang Yifei took a few glances, and combined with the medical content in his mind, he knew that Li Lanhua had a lumbar muscle strain caused by fatigue, and said to her: "I happen to know some massage, I can give you some massage, and I can keep it until the disease is cured."
"Okay." Li Lanhua said in surprise, "It's not convenient for you to live at home, so go to my place."
When they arrived at Li Lanhua's bedroom, Li Lanhua lay down on the bed and motioned for Yang Yifei to take action.
The air suddenly became quiet.
The short shirt couldn't hold up the plump figure. Even if Yang Yifei had experienced the affair between men and women, he couldn't help but feel dry at this moment.
After waiting for a long time, Li Lanhua turned around and saw Yang Yifei's slightly flushed face. Her heartbeat suddenly increased, as if she could hear her own heartbeat.
It had been a long, long time since she had been so close to a man alone.
I never realized that Yifei had turned into a grown man.
I don’t know if he understands that aspect...
A flash of embarrassment suddenly welled up in her heart, she turned her head and whispered softly: "Why don't you press it?"
A voice that made my heart tremble came from behind: "Don't blame the donor, the young monk's skills are shallow and he can't heal wounds with a piece of clothing."
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