Xiuxian exchange system

"I was wrong, I shouldn't care about face, my daughter Meng Zixuan is poisoned, and I asked Uncle Lai to help me." Meng Hui said, almost kneeling down to Lai Wuhen.

But she knew that Lai Wuhen didn't like being kneeled down, and she just saluted simply.

The poison on Meng Zixuan's body is nothing to Lai Wuhen, but Meng Hui's physical condition doesn't seem to be very good either.

As soon as he raised his hand, Lai Wuhen put his finger on Meng Zixuan's forehead, and after a while, the poison on Meng Zixuan's body was completely removed. Although she was still in a coma, her breath had stabilized and her breathing began to flow smoothly. .

This made Meng Hui feel ecstatic in his heart, and saluted Lai Wuhen again: "Thank you, Master Lai, for your rescue."

She wanted to say some more words of gratitude, but with her current cultivation, there is no use for Lai Wuhen.

"Hehe, it's been more than 200 years since we left that year. It's really hard to look back in this world." Lai Wuhen said, feeling a burst of emotion in his heart.

He had already become one of the top monks in the Eastern Inkstone Territory. Looking back, he was just a small monk. He came all the way tremblingly. How could he not be clear about Meng Hui's thoughts.

He has such a great reputation in Dongyan Region now, it is impossible for Meng Hui not to know his existence.

If it wasn't for her daughter who happened to be poisoned by a strange poison, she would probably have run out of lifespan, and she wouldn't have come to look for Lai Wuhen.

After all, the gap between the two sides is too great.

Lai Wuhen is already a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and her benefits are only in the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and judging by her appearance, her vitality is declining, and she doesn't have the appearance of a few years of life.

Lai Wuhen doesn't dislike a monk with backbone, but at a critical moment, there is no need to suffer for face.

In order to survive, monks will do anything to kill and set fires. If it is just for face, why should they fight with the sky and people.

"It's just a little effort, but Nephew Meng, how have you been these years?" Lai Wuhen asked lightly.

"The younger generation has not lived a very good life these past few years. If the uncle does not abandon him and hopes to take him in, the younger generation and his daughter will serve him with all his heart." Meng Hui gritted his teeth and made a decision.

"Very good, I can't guarantee anything else, I still have some confidence in letting you advance to the Golden Core stage." Lai Wuhen said, as soon as he raised his hand, a storage ring floated to Meng Hui's hand.

"Thank you, Master Uncle Lai." Meng Hui put away the storage ring and saluted Lai Wuhen again.

"Okay, I'm the master of Lingxiao Hall now, you are the same as other disciples, call me Hall Master Lai in the future." Lai Wudao said lightly.

"Yes, Lord Lai."

"You can take her to do the matter of getting started." Lai Wuhen said to a monk at the foundation stage who was guarding the gate.

"Yes, Palace Master Lai." The man was watching the scene in front of him from the beginning to the end, and he didn't dare to take a breath.

As the gatekeeper, he does not know how many waves of visiting monks he has to reject every day.

But he never thought that Meng Hui actually knew Lai Wuhen, and they seemed to have a good relationship.

He was very worried, for fear that Lai Wuhen would blame him.

"This is your duty. You haven't done anything wrong, so you don't have to be so cautious." As Lai Wuhen said, as soon as he raised his hand, a bottle of elixir floated into the hands of the foundation-building monk.

Before he could say anything, Lai Wuhen, Li Ziling, and Feng Jianing had disappeared.

"After you get started, you go to the Palace Master's Mansion. I have sent a voice transmission to my wives, and they will arrange everything for you."

A thin sound transmission entered Meng Hui's ears, and she followed behind the foundation-establishment cultivator without any reaction on her face.

After leaving the Lingxiao Temple, Lai Wuhen, Li Ziling, and Feng Jianing dressed up as ordinary people, and traveled around the mountains and rivers all the way.

There is no fight between monks, no pain of cultivation, life can be described as comfortable.

In a small city named Wangchuan City, Lai Wuhen turned into an ordinary doctor.

He began to diagnose pulses and prescribe prescriptions for ordinary people.

Li Ziling and Feng Jianing grasped the medicine one by one and decocted it by the other.

Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, ten years have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past ten years, Lai Wuhen has treated countless patients. In his hands, as long as the patient still has a breath, he can save them.

Everyone knows that there is an immortal doctor in Wangchuan City.

There were even people in the palace who offered Jin Wanliang to invite Lai Wuhen into the palace, but he flatly refused.

What other people want, the court is not easy to force.

Lai Wuhen only charges one penny no matter what kind of doctor he sees, and he never refuses any patients who come.

Ten years is enough for many things to happen in the world of mortals, but for monks, it is often just a matter of flicking the tip of a bullet.

Lai Wuhen, Li Ziling, and Feng Jianing have also seen the pain of life, death, illness and death in the past ten years.

Each has a new understanding of Dao.

The mood is also very different from before.

Although Lai Wuhen can rejuvenate, he will never rescue those whose lifespan is normally exhausted.

On this day, a person with a special identity seemed to come outside Lai Wuhen's small courtyard.

Surrounding her were three warriors in the Transformation Stage, and a monk at the fifth level of Qi Refining.

"This is the rumored courtyard of Miracle Doctor Lai? It's so dilapidated that he refuses to accept the invitation from the palace. Could it be that he thinks gold smells good?"

A woman about eighteen or nineteen years old said with a look of disdain. She was tall, had a stunning face, and was wearing silk.

The beautiful face and the look of arrogance are on the same face, which seems a bit out of place.

"Back to the princess, this is indeed the courtyard of Lai Miracle Doctor." A warrior at the transformation stage beside her replied.

Looking at a long queue at the end of the street, the woman frowned involuntarily: "Everyone will give them ten taels of silver and let them come back tomorrow."

"Yes." The samurai responded and began to distribute money.

These people's illnesses are not too serious, they have ten taels of silver, how can they refuse, and soon there are only two waves of people left in front.

A wave of people is a skinny old man carried by four men. The skinny old man looks very bad and coughs from time to time.

Another group of people was a seven or eight-year-old girl hugged by a woman. The girl was lying on the woman's shoulders, her forehead and cheeks were flushed, and she obviously had a severe fever.

These two groups of people didn't take money at all, they just wanted to see Lai Wuhen.

The woman didn't care, anyway, there were only two waves of people, so she still had some patience.

Seeing four men carrying the skinny old man into the courtyard, the woman also moved to the woman's side and poked her head over.

Seeing this, she was shocked: "How can there be such a handsome person in this world? No matter how you look at it, he looks like he is in his early twenties. Doesn't it mean that he has been practicing medicine here for ten years? Could he still The way to keep in good health?"