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Chapter Seventy

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    When it comes to seeking immortality, people in the world are always more familiar with Taoist priests, compared with the priests, they are not so well-known.

    In fact, the two sides already have something in common. Taoism began in the Eastern Han Dynasty and was a branch and inheritance of alchemists. At that time, the term "little gods" was still relatively common. After the Jin Dynasty, alchemists gradually overshadowed them.  As a result, it has been depressed for a long time, and it has not been able to make a comeback so far.

    These people are good at medical skills, astrology, Qimen Dunjia, astrology and divination, and they really sound like that.

    "That is to saythey are very likely to be alive?" Wen Qian looked back at the golden cicadas all over the mountain shedding their shells, but he didn't know what it was like.

    She was not at all interested in those grievances and grievances, nor did she have the idea of ??investigating what happened back then.

    It is naturally the best that the deceased is still alive.

    Everything has been settled here.

    As for whether they can still meet each other, as for that period of wandering abroad and every night of missing their hometown, it seems that it doesn't matter anymore.

    When she came down from the slope, she told Yang Jin in a low voice: "Don't tell Xiao Lang about this for now."

    A disconnected past would put too much burden on people's shoulders, he heard the strings and nodded silently.

    The cemetery was restored to its original state, and the two returned to the open space in the village.  A pot of bland mushroom soup was eaten up. Lang Xu was helping Yang Ning to pick herbs to wash Shi Baichuan's wound. He was very familiar with this mountain full of treasures, but if he could say it, there would be no him.  Something that can't be found.

    Wen Qian didn't propose to go down the mountain until they were done.

    "The village has two exits, the front and the back. We just took the south gate. At that time, children were generally not allowed to approach this road. I have a deeper impression of the north gate, and we will not encounter institutions again."

    Everyone put out the fire, and a group of sick and disabled women and children came out of the quiet deserted village.

    Walking to the bottom of the archway, Lang Xu finally couldn't help but stop, and turned his head reluctantly.

    Seen from his perspective, the village surrounded by lush greenery seems to be exactly the same as in his memory. All the scenes were fixed ten years ago.

    In the dusk, there will be people returning from work, and the smoke will rise under the white clouds. The relatives he cares about are there. It seems that as long as he walks up the path, he can meet them.

    "It would be great if Lou Yan could come." A soft voice suddenly came from beside him, "He must be very happy to see here. Let's tell him when we get to the capital."

    He looked back nonchalantly, and saw Wen Qian leaning against Yang Jin's arms¡ªthis girl seemed to be the same as when he first met. After staring into those eyes for a long time, she calmed down unconsciously.

    "If you are really reluctant, you can stay." Wen Qian nodded understandingly, wanting to respect his choice.

    Lang Xu pursed his lips seriously and gestured at her:

    I follow you.

    *

    In the cold night of deep winter, before the gate of Jinan City was about to close, five people appeared in the twilight in a particularly embarrassing manner.

    Just a few days passed, but it seemed as long as several years.

    Jinyiwei, Yamen, and even the garrison outside the city were all mobilized. A group of people dug soil and detoured around the secret road at the foot of Qianfo Mountain.  came back.

    After all, Old General Yang is getting old, and even though he has a bad temper, it would be a lie to say that there is no rush to disappear his two grandchildren. He spent two days in a row searching with all his contacts in and out of the city, but unfortunately there was no news at all.

    He sat in the main hall without closing his eyes for the whole night. When he heard the report from his servants, he hurriedly stood up, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a group of ashen-faced young people walking in.

    ? Yang Jin carried the pale-faced Wen Qian on his back, Yang Ning supported Shi Baichuan whose bloodstains had dried on his shoulders, and Lang Xu carried large and small bags.

    He couldn't help feeling emotional.

    The incense of Lao Yang's family is really strong, and all the people who are emotionally hurt are others!

    Yang Jin had already put the man in the hat chair, Old Yang stepped forward a few steps, and checked Wen Qian's injury without him asking.

    "No." He said with a sullen face and coldly, "I can't heal this injury, take her back to the room, and I'll call an orthopedic doctor later."

    When Yang Jin heard him utter the first two words, his heart sank suddenly, and every sentence after that made his heart feel heavier.

    Without saying a word, he hugged Wen Qian horizontally, and went to the West Wing under the guidance of the maidservant with the lamp in front.

    ?The hot water, charcoal basin, and change of clothes have long beenHe couldn't help but pursed his lips and smiled.

    She put her hands neatly, tried not to disturb him as much as possible, and fixed her eyes on his face until her eyes became sore that she drifted out of the window.

    In the world covered with silver and white, a bright red plum jumped into the sight.

    Before you know it, it's winter solstice.

    *

    As the doctor said, Wen Qian had a high fever for three days.

    Fortunately, the leg injury did not recur, and the recovery was fairly normal.

    When You Yue and Ling Ge learned of her injuries, they hid in the room and cried a lot. Seeing that the beams of the house were about to collapse, Shi Baichuan had no choice but to comfort him vaguely, saying that if he took good care of her, he might be able to recover.

    After hearing this, the two girls regained their spirits and began to take turns feeding Wenqian slaughtered chicken and stewing soup all day long.

    It's a pity that although drinking soup is delicious, it should be avoided when recovering from a serious illness. The winter solstice is rare, and she doesn't have any mutton and dumplings.

    Elder Yang kept a close eye on him. Anyone who dared to secretly give her snacks was stopped by a cane before the door was opened.

    Wen Qian lay on the bed, looking at the bowl of sweet and greasy glutinous rice balls in Yang Jin's hand, his stomach felt sour.

    "I just ate a bowl yesterday, can you let me go, I'm not you at least give me meat, even the dumplings are stuffed with cabbage, are you still human?"

    Yang Jin shook his head helplessly: "The doctor said, avoid meat for half a month, just bear with it."

    She almost broke down and said: "Even you treat me like this, I don't want to live this day!"

    Just as Wen Qian was about to throw off the quilt to protest, the smile on his lips had an ulterior motive. The spoon brushed off the top ball, and there were five meatballs underneath.

    She was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and stretched out her hand to pinch his face, "A blindfold? Yes, Mr. Yang, I know you are smart"

    Yang Jin hurriedly put his index finger on his lips and gestured to her to silence her. He looked out the door nervously, and then turned around to remind her, "Be quiet."

    Wen Qian then covered her mouth and whispered, "Got it." Then she leaned over to kiss him on the face, and said in an extremely satisfied tone, "You are the best for me."

    With a smile on his face, Yang Jin added like three chapters: "But it's just this time, and the next one is not an example."

    The latter quickly agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

    He chuckled, lowered his head, scooped up a spoonful and fed it, "Eat it while it's hot." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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