The peasant girl in the apocalypse of natural disaster has space

"nothing."

Yuan Qiu waved his hand, telling Mrs. Song not to worry, "Girl Jinyue is right."

Then, he looked at Song Hailong and Song Haishan, who were obviously a little tempted.

"You two should come together too!"

She wasn't called Huang Chuchu because she was pregnant.

"And my grandma!"

Song Jinyue didn't allow any further explanation and directly pulled Mrs. Song over.

Yuan Qiu's defense was broken by her move. He couldn't help but said, "Ah, she..."

"How is she?"

Song Jinyue answered with a smile, her beautiful eyes staring at Yuan Qiu with panic in her heart.

"Jinyue, I'm afraid your grandma can't do it at her age!"

Song Hailong had also heard about martial arts and Xuanxiu. Didn't they say that the younger the age, the better? It was impossible for the old lady to play with swords and knives when she thought about it.

Under Song Jinyue's close gaze, Yuan Qiu finally changed his mind, "She can do this. Even though she is older, her influence is not very big."

"Can I really do it?"

Hearing Yuan Qiu's words, Mrs. Song was surprised and happy. She didn't have high hopes at first, but now she got confirmation from the master himself, and she couldn't close her mouth with joy.

Song Haishan: "But my legs..."

"It's okay. I have a good medicine here. After you take it, I will help you get through the joint block. You can recover after just one night's sleep."

After Yuan Qiu finished speaking, he took out a bottle of spiritual water from his sleeve and gave it to Song Haishan.

Song Haishan did not doubt that he was there, so he immediately uncorked the bottle and drank it, and then felt a cold breath rushing through his body.

"It's so cold!"

Song Haishan's lips were a little purple, and he felt the cold air going straight into his heart and lungs, almost freezing him.

Mrs. Song felt bad in her heart, and she began to question Yuan Qiu, but questioning was useless. Even if someone really wanted to harm them, they could only hold on.

Fortunately, when Song Haishan was about to lose his hold, Yuan Qiu took action and tapped Song Haishan's leg joints quickly with his fingers.

Then he sat cross-legged with Song Haishan, using his palms to draw the cold air from Song Haishan into himself through Song Haishan's back.

In an instant, a biting coldness surrounded Yuan Qiu, and he finally understood the reason why this girl did not solve it on her own despite having profound internal strength.

This cold air was so overbearing that even he could barely bear it.

The cold aura melted away, and a clear and peaceful aura appeared in Song Haishan's body, spreading to his affected area bit by bit, repairing his seriously injured leg bit by bit.

"call!"

After sucking out all the cold air, Yuan Qiu's eyebrows were already covered with a layer of white frost. He slowly withdrew his hands, not daring to delay, and hurriedly took out a red pill and drank it, and then used his kung fu to dispel the coldness in his body.

Song Jinyue bought a fire-attribute robe from space and put it on him.

"Thank you."

Without saying a word, Song Jinyue rushed towards Song Haishan.

"Dad, how do you feel?"

Yuan Qiu raised his head in surprise. He looked at the middle-aged man surrounded by everyone, and suddenly felt envious. He couldn't help tightening the cassock in his hands, and a cute little figure appeared in his mind.

"Father, help me!"

"Yu'er!"

He felt anxious and sat up suddenly.

"Yu'er, Yu'er!"

Yuan Qiu's face was dripping with sweat, and he still hadn't recovered from his dream.

"What crazy!"

A cold voice came from the corner. Song Jinyue lit the oil lamp, and the room lit up instantly.

"No, nothing?"

Yuan Qiu's eyes showed a look of loss, looking at the dark sky outside, he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with me?"

"You have not recovered from your old injury, but you have also absorbed the cold energy of the Ice Spirit Flower for my father. Naturally, you have added injury to injury."

While the two were talking, Song Jinyue had already taken out the food from the space and kept it warm on a low fire. "Eat it!"

There were three dishes and one soup in total. After placing the meals on the coffee table, Song Jinyue went out.

"Is your father okay?"

Yuan Qiu suddenly stopped Song Jinyue.

"It's all right."

Song Jinyue turned around and answered him with a smile.

With the bone-aging effect of the medicine, it would take at least two years for Song Haishan to fully recover. Song Jinyue didn't want to wait that long.

She happened to have more points recently, so she upgraded the space mall to another level. As a result, this flavor of "Ice Spirit Healing Water" appeared, which contained the holy bone-healing herb "Snap Fanghua".

But this herb is just like its name. After blooming, the medicinal effect will disappear only for a moment. Ice Spirit Flower needs the power of ice to preserve the medicinal power. However, Ice Spirit Flower is too cold. If someone with a shallow foundation comes into contact with it, it will not Within a quarter of an hour, it will be frozen into ice.

Although Song Jinyue is a master, she still doesn't dare to try it easily.

This Yuan Qiu, she owed him a favor!

However, I remembered that this old man had just practiced talking in his sleep and was crying and howling. Ganqing was also a man with stories.

Song Jinyue shook her head and didn't want to pay attention to these things. Now that her father's leg has healed, the old man must take good care of it.

The day after tomorrow is the fifteenth day. After the full night of the fifteenth month, she and Yuan Qiu will help them protect the Dharma and enter Xuanmen.

Song Haishan slept very well that night. When he got up early in the morning, he couldn't believe it at first. After getting up, he first tried to use crutches to get to the ground, and then threw away the crutches.

Then, he stood still!

"My leg is healed!"

After letting out an earth-shattering cheer, he cried. Years of heartache and pain finally poured out at this moment.

"Boss, your legs are really healed!"

Mrs. Song and others were all woken up by his sound, and hurriedly put on their clothes and hurried over.

"Mom, I'm healed. Look, I don't need crutches anymore!"

Song Haishan walked slowly on the ground for a few steps and found nothing wrong.

"That's great!"

"Ok!"

Witnessing that Song Haishan could successfully walk, the Song family room erupted in amazing cheers.

Yuan Qiu also got up and followed the sound and came over.

Song Haitao's sharp eyes saw Yuan Qiu at a glance. A look of reverence appeared on his face. He stepped forward respectfully and welcomed him in. Then he moved a chair and helped him sit down.

"Master, you are truly a living god. Not only are you the best in the world in your ability, but you are also the best in the world in healing diseases!"

"I, the Song family, are so lucky to meet you in this life!"

Song Haitao now admires Yuan Qiu with great admiration.

"What a trivial matter, it's not worth mentioning!"

This kind of flattery is still very useful to Yuan Qiu himself.

"It's not a trivial matter. Master, you are the savior of our Song family!"

Mrs. Song was originally worried that Yuan Qiu would teach Song Jinyue a bad lesson, but after experiencing what happened yesterday when Yuan Qiu fainted while trying to save Song Haishan, her view completely changed.

"Come on, all of you, kneel down before the master!"

"You don't have to do this!"

With Song Jinyue here, Yuan Qiu wouldn't dare accept their kneeling, so he stood up and hid in a hurry.

"I am Jinyue girl's master. It is the right thing for a master to help his disciple's relatives."

Yuan Qiu didn't know how he came up with this sentence, but just saying it made him feel confused.

"This is my good master!"

Song Jinyue nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, this old man, if there are any difficulties in the future, she won't ignore them."

Looking at the two disciples who had a very good relationship, Song Haitao suddenly had a question mark in his mind.

"Master, I have a question."