I quietly became a big boss in the novice village

Song Xiaochun is lame?

Bu Fan frowned, for the secular world, such a situation is very difficult to treat.

But Song Xiaochun is an immortal cultivator, let alone a lame foot, even a broken leg can be connected.

Of course, for him, these are not problems.

"Actually, I'm not very clear. When I came to look for you, I saw Xiaochun sitting on a four-wheeled cart." Song Laizi added, scratching the back of his head.

The so-called four-wheeled vehicle is a wheelchair made of wood, which is generally used by people with poor legs and feet.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Bu Fan nodded, and told the children in the private school to follow Song Laizi to Song Yuan's house after self-study.

Although Song Yuanwai's residence is not comparable to those of the dignitaries in the town, it can be said to be the most magnificent in the village.

When I came outside Song Yuanwai's house, I happened to meet Zhou Mingzhu.

"Why are you here?" Bu Fan asked curiously.

"I'm in a cooperative relationship with Yuanwai Song. If something happened to his house, I'd like to come over and have a look." Zhou Mingzhu smiled mischievously.

Bu Fan shook his head, ignoring Zhou Mingzhu's little thoughts, and was welcomed into the main hall by Song Yuanwai's servants.

At this moment, there were two people sitting in the main hall, a man and a woman. The man was frowning, but the woman was wiping her tears with a handkerchief and sobbing.

"Village Chief, you are here!"

Seeing him coming in, Song Yuanwai and his wife Song Qian stood up to greet him.

Zhou Mingzhu said hello to Song Yuanwai and his wife.

"I heard that Xiaochun is back, why didn't I see anyone else?"

Bu Fan nodded and asked about Song Xiaochun's situation.

Song Yuanwai wanted to speak but stopped.

But Song Qian who was on the side hurriedly said: "Village Chief, your medical skills are the best, you have to save my Xiaochun!"

[Mission: Song Qian's request]

[Mission introduction: As the saying goes, pain lies in the body of the child and pain in the heart of the mother.

Seeing her son turned into a useless person now, it hurts more than piercing her heart with a knife, please help this poor mother]

[Task reward: 100000 experience points]

【accept!reject! 】

"Auntie, if you have something to say, I won't ignore Xiaochun's affairs, but what happened?" Bu Fan persuaded.

"What happened, we don't know."

Song Yuanwai sighed, "This morning, the immortal from Tianxuanmen sent Xiaochun back. The immortal said that when Xiaochun was out on a mission, he encountered an evil cultivator. Broken hamstring."

Zhou Mingzhu who was on the side trembled when he heard what Song Yuanwai said.

It not only takes away the spiritual root of the person, but also breaks the other person's hamstrings.

This world of cultivating immortals is too scary, right?

Bu Fan didn't expect Song Xiaochun's situation to be so bad.

Before, he saw Song Xiaochun was attacked by evil cultivators and was seriously injured, but he didn't know how serious it was.

After all, for monks, spiritual roots are indispensable, without spiritual roots, it means that Song Xiaochun has no hope of practicing in the future.

"Uncle Song, Xiaochun was seriously injured because of Tianxuanmen. Didn't they treat Xiaochun?"

Zhou Mingzhu understood Yuanwai Song's intention to invite Bu Fan.

After all, Bu Fan's medical skills are quite superb, but no matter how good Bu Fan's medical skills are, he is just a mortal doctor after all.

"The immortal said that Song Xiaochun's injury has healed, but he will not be able to practice in the future." Song Yuanwai hesitated for a moment and said.

"What a cure? If it is cured, why can't you even stand up? I don't think those goddamned gods have cured Xiaochun at all!" Song Qian cried.

"Shut up!" Song Yuanwai shouted: "Is it something we can discuss about immortals?"

Song Qian stopped talking immediately, but was still sobbing silently.

Bu Fan knew that Yuanwai Song was afraid of being heard by the monks, but he was worried that it was unnecessary.

In the consciousness, the monk who sent Xiaochun back before has gone very far.

Unless the other party has the ability to transform into a god, otherwise it is impossible to hear what is said here.

"Mr. Song, let's go and see how Xiaochun is doing!"

"The village chief, come with me!"

……

Song Yuanwai and his wife led Bufan and the others outside Song Xiaochun's house.

I heard it before entering the house.

"Boom"

The sound of china smashing.

"Get out of here!"

A tyrannical voice came from the house.

Immediately afterwards, a young servant ran out of the house in a panic.

Zhou Mingzhu shuddered.

"Both feet are crippled, and he has a violent personality. This guy is Song Xiaochun, right? This name is too rustic, not as good as the name of the village chief."

Although Zhou Mingzhu spoke in a low voice, it still fell into Bu Fan's ears.

Bu Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

What is this girl thinking about.

"what happened?"

Member Song frowned and looked at the boy.

"Master, madam, the young master said that no one needs to serve him!" the servant said tremblingly.

Song Yuanwai felt a pain in his heart, seeing that Song Qian was about to rush into the house, Song Yuanwai stopped Song Qian without saying a word.

"Why are you holding me back, I'm going to see Xiaochun!" Song Qian said anxiously.

"Did you forget that Xiaochun doesn't want to see us?" Yuan Song said.

"My poor son!" Song Qian wiped away tears again.

"I'm sorry for the trouble, village chief!" Song Yuanwai clasped his hands.

Bu Fan nodded, he more or less understood Song Xiaochun's mood.

He used to be a high-ranking immortal cultivator, but now he has become a useless person who cannot cultivate. Whoever it is, I am afraid that he will not be able to accept it for a while.

Zhou Mingzhu wanted to go in and take a look inside, but was stopped by Song Yuanwai.

……

As soon as I entered the house, I saw the pieces of porcelain all over the floor, and the person sitting in the middle,

Bu Fan couldn't believe it.

Is this still the high-spirited young man back then?

At this moment, Song Xiaochun's hair was messed up, his beard was unshaven, and he was sitting in a wheelchair, looking up blankly.

"You came here to laugh at me?"

Song Xiaochun's eyes were ashen, without any trace of emotion.

"no!"

Bu Fan shook his head.

To be honest, he really didn't expect that the abolishment of his cultivation would deal such a big blow to Song Xiaochun.

"Hehe, that's right, how can a person like you laugh at a useless person like me? You have never looked at me directly,

You will always just put on a bad pumping look! "Song Xiaochun laughed at himself.

"Thank you for the compliment!" Bu Fan said.

Song Xiaochun was at a loss for words, and finally shook his head with a wry smile, "You are still so annoying!"

"Okay!"

Bu Fan stepped forward, intending to feel Song Xiaochun's pulse.

"What do you want to do?" Song Xiaochun asked.

"I'm a doctor, so I'm here to see you!" Bu Fan replied.

"See a doctor? Hehe, I'm not sick, get the hell out of here!"

Song Xiaochun raised his head, his eyes were still colorless, this expression can only be shown when he is absolutely disappointed in life

"No, you have!" Bu Fan shook his head.

"No!" Song Xiaochun raised his eyes,

"I'm a doctor, if you say you have it, you have it!"

"But I just don't!"

"What you said doesn't count."

"Are you right?"

"Correct!"

"But I don't believe it!"

The two were silent.

"I'm here anyway, it's impossible for me to return empty-handed!" Bu Fan said first.

"Whatever you want!" Song Xiaochun turned his head away.

[Song Xiaochun has a good impression of you, the current favorability value is 10]

Bu Fan shook his head.

quite an arrogant person