A romantic encounter with a miraculous doctor

After a while, Su Xin's pleasant humming sounded in the bathroom, while Ye Wutian kissed her two buds, he stimulated the most comfortable part of her lower body with his hands.

Su Xin, who experienced this kind of miraculous realm for the first time, was quickly defeated. Her body was limp in Ye Wutian's arms, her face flushed with joy.

"Do you feel comfortable?" Ye Wutian asked.

"I won't tell you." Su Xin buried her face in his arms shyly. . .

Although Su Xin had vented Ye Wutian's anger with his hands, the desire in his heart was still very strong. In order to prevent the machine gun from going off, he simply escaped the soul into the sea of ​​​​qi at night.

As soon as Ye Wutian came in, Lei Hun quickly appeared and asked: "Boy, are you ready to start training?" After these few days of training, its size has grown a lot.

Ye Wutian nodded, and then began to set up the Nirvana Domain.

"Boy, if you practiced more diligently, you must have stepped into the ninth level of Qi refining by now. With your current progress, you may have to struggle for a few days to step into the ninth level of Qi refining." Lei Hun said again, The Nine Layers of Qi Refining in its mouth is the late stage of the realm.

The later stage of the state is called the fusion core period. At that time, the qi core in the dantian will melt, and all the true qi will be dispersed to the cells of the whole body, preparing for the next stage of condensing the Yuan Dan.

"What's the use of Guangguang's cultivation base improvement? Practice is about step by step. Mind and body should go hand in hand." Ye Wutian said indifferently, and then asked: "Little devil, do you have any simple things on hand?" , easy to practice, and powerful skills?" With the improvement of his cultivation, the Bawangquan has gradually become useless, so he naturally has to find a more suitable auxiliary body technique.

"Why don't you ask this deity if there is a simple method that can reach the sky in one step without practice?" Lei Hun asked angrily.

Ye Wutian wiped off his sweat and said, "I'm just asking casually! Why are you so nervous."

"This deity is just talking casually." Lei Hun argued.

"Okay! I'm too lazy to bother you." While speaking, Ye Wutian had completed the layout of the Nirvana Domain, and then directly crossed his knees to run the Great Nirvana Sutra.

A night of practice is coming to an end.

The next day, after having breakfast, Ye Wutian carried out the next step of treatment for Su's mother.

This so-called treatment is actually nothing more than teaching her to practice the Su Nu Jing. The Su Nu Jing has the effect of expelling disease and detoxifying, and it is no problem to eliminate tumor cells.

It was already noon after teaching the exercises.

After lunch, Ye Wutian left Su's house on the grounds that he had something to do, and headed towards Nan'an Town.

Those familiar streets in Nan'an Town, the scene of fleeing with Lin Shiyue is still vivid in his memory.

Following the familiar route, Ye Wutian quickly found the forest, traveled through several times, and came to the ruined land in the forest.

The corpses of the Wan family's subordinates who were killed here at the beginning have disappeared, and they must have been taken back by the Wan family.

Stepping on the ruins, everything is so familiar, although all memories have been lost, but Ye Wutian can be very sure that this is his home, the place where he was born and raised.

Stepping on the pieces of rubble, inexplicably, strands of sad emotions emerged in the depths of my heart; touching the ruined walls, a series of joyful pictures vaguely emerged in my mind.

Two children run down the alley.

"Brother, come and chase me." The little girl ran ahead, calling back while turning her head.

"Shuyao, run slowly, and be careful not to fall." The little boy reminded from behind.

. . . . . .

"Brother, let's see if my drawing is good. This is Dad, this is Mom, this is you, and this is me." The little girl asked, pointing to the four small figures painted with tiles on the wall.

"Well, Shuyao's paintings are really good." The little boy praised.

. . . . . .

Unknowingly, he walked to a small courtyard.

The fence in the yard had long been rotten, and was overwhelmed by layers of vines. The yard was overgrown with weeds, and several broken walls stood tall.

The foot stepped in unconsciously.

"Mom, mom, look I caught a hare." The little boy excitedly rushed into the yard with a rabbit in his hand, and ran to the woman who was holding the little girl.

"Shuhao is really powerful." The woman patted the little boy's head affectionately and praised with a smile.

"Mom, I want to give this rabbit to Shuyao." The little boy said sensiblely.

"Shuyao is still young, you can give it to her when she grows up," the woman said.

"Yeah!" The little boy nodded vigorously.

"Shuhao, if your mother is gone, you have to take good care of Shuyao, understand?" The woman looked sad.

"Mom, where are you going?" the little boy asked ignorantly.

"Mom is going to a place far, far away. You will know where Mom is when you grow up." The woman said, stroking the little boy's head.

"Oh! Mom, I will definitely take good care of Shuyao." The little boy promised earnestly.

. . . . . .

The scene changed suddenly, and it appeared in a room with many people standing. The little boy was kneeling in front of the bed and crying bitterly, while the woman was lying on the bed. She was pale and seemed to be dying.

"Mom, don't leave me, please don't leave me, woo woo..." The little boy kept crying and shaking the woman's hand.

"Shuhao, don't cry, mother will always be by your side, watching you grow up, watching you and Chanyue get married, and watching you live happily with your own children." The woman struggled Tears rolled down her eyes as she comforted the little boy.

. . . . . .

"Shuhao, this set of Yang family boxing was created by the ancestors of our Yang family who devoted all their lives to creating it. It has been passed down and improved from generation to generation. Now it is quite perfect. As descendants of the Yang family, our duty is to Carry forward this set of boxing." The man in the yard taught the little boy carefully.

"Dad, don't worry, I will work hard to practice."

"Brother, you must win the first place in the martial arts competition."

"Yes! I promise you, I will definitely win glory for our Yang family in the martial arts conference."

"Then let's pull the hook."

"Ok!"

The two held out their little fingers.

"If you pull the hook and hang yourself, you cannot change it for 100 years."

. . . . . .

"Brother, brother play with me."

"Shuyao, good boy, brother wants to practice kung fu today, and I'll play with you tomorrow."

"No, I don't want to."

"If Shuyao is disobedient, mother will not come back."

"Brother, when will mommy come back? I miss mom so much."

"When you grow up, mother will come back."

. . . . . .

"Shuyao, this is a birthday present from my brother." The little boy stuffed a purple butterfly hair clip into a little girl's hand.

"Thank you brother." The little girl smiled childishly, took the hairpin and put it on her head, and asked the boy, "Does it look good?"

"Hmm! Looks good." The little boy nodded and smiled foolishly.

. . . . . .

"Brother, am I going to die?" The little girl asked weakly on the bed.

"No, you won't die with brother here."

. . . . . .

"Shuhao, dad and your uncle are going on a long trip tomorrow. By the way, they will take Shuyao to the city for medical treatment. You should stay at home and practice hard, do you understand?"

"Oh!"

. . . . . .

The sound of "rumbling" explosions came one after another, buildings collapsed amidst the explosions, screams, cries for help, and bitter cries joined together.People were running around, blurry black shadows wielding blood-stained swords, taking away fresh lives like gods of death.

The little boy ran and fled desperately with swords and swords, and finally he hid in a remote corner.

A young girl suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She was holding a knife in her hand. Her knife was stained with blood, and her face was covered in blood. The girl's face and eyes were so familiar.

The girl took out a pill and stuffed it into the little boy's mouth, and the little boy gradually lost consciousness. . .

When I woke up again, the surroundings were quiet and everything was over.

All the houses collapsed, and those familiar people, they were all lying on the ground, their bodies were stained with blood, motionless, they were all dead.

The little boy burst into tears with a "wow".

After a while, footsteps came from around.

The little boy was so frightened that he stopped crying and shrank in a corner.

Soon two old men appeared in front of them, and one of them was the master Ye Falang.

"Grandpa!" The little boy immediately threw himself into the arms of the white-haired old man and cried.

"Shuhao, that's great. It's great that you're fine." The white-haired old man said excitedly with tears in his eyes.

But at this moment, Ye Fu couldn't quickly reach out and grab the little boy's wrist, his brows furrowed suddenly.

"This child has been poisoned by a strange poison. I'm afraid he will die sooner or later." Ye Fu couldn't say.

Hearing these words, the white-haired old man trembled for a while, and then knelt down in front of Ye Falun with a "plop", begging: "Master Ye, this child is already the only child of my Yang family, you have to do it no matter what." Save him."

"Please get up quickly." Ye Fu couldn't help the old man up, and then said: "The poison in this child is extremely hidden, and his cultivation level is still low, so he can't suppress the poison with internal strength, and he may die of poison within a year. , and I may not be able to guarantee that I will find a solution in just one year." Ye Fufu said truthfully.

"By the way, Divine Doctor Ye, the successive patriarchs of my Yang family have inherited the Tiangang Artifact Spirit. As long as I pass this spiritual object to this child, it should be able to help him suppress the poison."

"If that's the case, that would be the best. As long as I have enough time, I can definitely find a way to detoxify him."

"Master Ye, I will leave this child to you."

Ye Fu couldn't help but nodded sadly.

The old man looked at the little boy, stroked his head and taught, "Shuhao, you are the only blood of my Yang family, and my great-grandpa will pass on this Tiangang weapon to you. You must live strong, if one day If you can succeed in cultivation, don't forget the deep blood feud of my Yang family..."

The old man fell down slowly, and the cry of the little boy resounded through the heavens and the earth. . .