870 The Old Man Said that There Are People Who Guard Against the Sky to Protect Him

Listening to Yuxiao's novel Medicine Man, Gu Xinglang looked at the old man without saying a word, but his expression became serious.

The old man twirled his growing mustache, and said in a low voice, "Is it a medicine man? The princess just have to try him."

Yu Xiaoxiao: "Thank you for your reminder, he is not a medicine man."

Gu Xinglang said: "Have you checked him?"

"My father asked the imperial doctor to examine him, and there are no bugs in his body," Yu Xiaoxiao added after thinking about it: "My father is so afraid of death, how could he not investigate such things?"

The old Taoist said to Gu Xinglang, "I didn't hear anything."

Gu Xinglang coughed, and said to Yu Xiaoxiao, "We're talking about Wen Fenglin, so don't talk about the Holy One."

Yu Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Gu Xinglang knew in his heart that his daughter-in-law's attitude was very sincere, but it was right if she didn't change it.

Yu Xiaoxiao said to the old Taoist: "He is not a medicine man, how to explain the corpse smell on his body? By the way, what is corpse smell?" Zombies have the smell of rotting flesh, and the smell is called corpse smell? Yu Xiaoxiao shook her head, Wen Fenglin's body smelled of sandalwood, and she had never smelled such a bad smell.

"Perhaps his death is approaching," the old Taoist whispered.

Yu Xiaoxiaobai glanced at the old man and said, "Why don't you say that his seal is black?"

The old Taoist said: "It's more serious to have the smell of a corpse than to have a black Yintang."

"I helped him find the antidote, but you still told me he was dying?" Yu Xiaoxiao patted the table and said, "Next, do you want me to spend money to buy you some kind of amulet?" Yu Xiao Xiao swears, if the old Taoist talks about amulets, she will definitely shoot this charlatan to death!

Gu Xinglang was calmer than Yu Xiaoxiao, and took Yu Xiaoxiao's hand that slapped the table. Gu Sanshao asked the old man, "You say maybe, but what are the other possibilities?"

The old Taoist said: "There is also a possibility that he stayed with the dead for many years, so he was infected with the corpse."

Yu Xiaoxiao: "Could it be possible that Mo Wen is a dead man?"

The old Taoist said: "Princess, the poor Taoist knows that you really want Mo Wen to die, but do you think Mo Wen looks like a dead person?"

Yu Xiaoxiao's novel: "Mo Wen is very old, older than my father, but he looks very young, what does this mean?"

The old Taoist said: "People who practice magic can't wear only one piece of human skin forever."

"Maybe he's better than those people," Yu Xiaoxiao said, "Next time I see him, I'll definitely take a look at his skin."

The old man made a gesture of invitation to Yu Xiaoxiao, and said, "Princess, please." There is no reason for him to stop this one who wants to pick Mowen's skin.

Yu Xiaoxiao said to Gu Xinglang: "My intuition tells me that Mo Wen is not a normal human being."

The old Taoist said: "The princess doesn't look like that either."

At this time, Wang Po brought a bowl of small wontons and put them in front of the old Taoist.

The old man lowered his head and smelled the wonton in front of him. The aroma of chili oil was very strong, and the old man praised it: "Sweet."

Yu Xiaoxiao didn't give Lao Dao a chance to touch the spoon, she reached out and took the wonton in her hand, raised her head and drank a bowl of wonton as water.

Old Daoist..., doesn't this one think it's too hot? !

Gu Xinglang asked Yu Xiaoxiao: "Do you still eat?"

Yu Xiaoxiao: "One more bowl."

Without further ado, Gu Xinglang turned his head and said to Wang Po: "Wang Po Po, have another bowl."

Wang Po, who had already ordered six bowls of wontons for this table, was startled. Does she have to make a pound of wontons again?

Yu Xiaoxiao put the empty bowl in front of the old man, not even leaving a mouthful of wonton soup for the old man.

The old Taoist could only swallow his anger at this moment, and said to Gu Xinglang: "In short, if you don't want Young Master Fenglin to die, you should take good care of him."

Yu Xiaoxiao: "Hearing what you said, are you inclined towards the possibility that Wen Fenglin's death is imminent?"

The old man nodded.

Gu Xinglang said: "Who is that friend of yours? Can we meet?"

The old man shook his head.

Gu Xinglang said: "Then can I ask his name?"

The old Taoist said: "He has been in seclusion for many years, the son-in-law should spare the person who doesn't care about world affairs."

Yu Xiaoxiao: "We don't ask him for fortune-telling, you should let him let us go."

The old Taoist said: "Princess, this is all I can say about Young Master Fenglin."

Yu Xiaoxiao's novel: "As long as the imperial physicians find out the antidote, I can guarantee that Wen Fenglin will not die."

The old Taoist said: "The princess doesn't believe in the words of poor Taoists?"

Yu Xiaoxiao said honestly, "I don't believe it."

Sophisticated...

At this time, Wang Po brought another bowl of wontons. As soon as she put down the wontons, Wang Po watched helplessly as Yu Xiaoxiao and his wife finished the bowl of wontons. Wang Po subconsciously asked, "You, do you want more?" ?”

Yu Xiaoxiao wiped her mouth and said, "No need, I'll come back next time."

Gu Xinglang fumbled for the money bag, ready to pay.

Yu Xiaoxiao took a look at the old man.

The old way has a bad intuition.

Yu Xiaoxiao pulled Gu Xinglang up and ran away. If there is a Taoist leader, they still pay dime?

Seeing Yu Xiaoxiao pulling Gu Xinglang and disappearing in an instant, the old Taoist sat on the long bench and was stunned.

Wang Po was also dumbfounded, and then looked at the old Taoist and asked: "Is this money paid by the guest officer?"

The old Daoist was dumbfounded when asked by Wang Po, and then he became angry when he slapped the table, and shouted at the place where Yu Xiaoxiao and Gu Xinglang disappeared: "How dare you cheat the poor Dao's money?!"

Wang Po carefully said to the old Taoist: "Master Taoist, this is a small business, do you think?"

The old Taoist looked at Wang Po very aggrieved, and wanted to die, how could that little monster catch who and cheat whom?

Wang Po said: "They ate seven bowls just now."

Old Daoist..., why didn't that little monster die?

A down-and-out old man in a half-worn gown and white hair came slowly, bent over and touched the bench, and sat opposite the old man.

The old man said bitterly to Wang Po: "Order two more bowls of wontons, add eggs, and don't put spicy in one bowl."

Wang Po agreed and left.

The old Taoist looked at the old man on the opposite side and said: "Junior brother, you said you want to see Gu Xinglang again. Now that people have seen it, what do you think of him?"

The old man rolled his eyes, his left eye was already blind, and his right eye also looked cloudy, with blurred vision.

The old Taoist said, "Still, you didn't see anything?"

The old man said: "It's true that he is a Pojun."

The old Taoist said, "Do I still need you to tell me this?"

"I saw a path in the blood mist," the old man said again: "This is his vitality."

The old Taoist was so startled that he almost stood up and said, "Are you serious?"

The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth looked like a sneer, and he said: "There are people who defy the sky to protect him, so he will naturally have a way out."

The old Taoist said, "You mean that little monster?"

"Does the princess believe in her fate?" the old man asked.

The old Taoist said: "She thinks we are charlatans, tell her whether she believes it or not."

The old man nodded and said: "I guess she should be like this."

The old Taoist asked: "Can you see the fate of the princess?"

The old man said: "What is the fate of a person who defies the sky? Tian Xingzi, if I hadn't entered the master's school later than you, I really don't want to call you brother."

The old Taoist said: "Don't worry about this, now the Tianji Gate is gone. The son-in-law said he wants to see you, are you going to meet them?"

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