Fast Travel: The Green Tea Villain's Sweetness Is Over the Table

"Can cultivating immortality bring people back to life?"

The look in the boy's eyes was unbearable.

Jian Yuling shook his head,
"Birth, old age, illness and death have their own destiny. The King of Hell wants people to leave at the third watch. Who dares to delay it until the fifth watch? What's more, it's someone who has passed away long ago."

His father was beaten to death and buried in the ground a long time ago. He was not even angry, and his body was probably incomplete.

Then again, even if you can resurrect your soul, it is definitely not possible in the world of immortal cultivation in this plane; you can give it a try in the upper world.

But Jian Yuling did not open his mouth to give the other party a vague hope.

If there is no way to go to the upper world, when this boy is trained to become a male protagonist, won't he be the first to be stabbed?
His eyes dimmed and his head slowly lowered.

"This, this, this..."

The lame old man couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Don't worry, I can see that your family are all good people, and your merits are enough for your loved ones to have a good birth in the next life. Sometimes, many things you pursue persistently may not necessarily have good results."

If you really want people to come back to life, the price you have to pay is really too heavy and difficult.

Silence fell again, and Jian Yuling did not speak. He only saw the other person's head slowly lowering.

"Apprentice Xinglang, I have met the master!"

After thinking for a long time, the young man knocked his head heavily and spoke loudly every word.

The opponent's legs were drooped to the side, twisted and folded in a strange posture. The lame old man couldn't bear it, but he stood aside obediently, not even daring to look directly at Jian Yuling.

For ordinary people, immortal cultivators are too far away. They have always been in awe and curiosity about the world of immortal cultivators.

"Get up, since you are willing to join my family, you will be the one I protect from now on."

Jian Yuling waved his hand, and Xinglang was helped up and gently sat down in the wheelchair.

A bit of starlight fell into the lame old man beside him, and he felt light all over and felt comfortable.

"Good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded with evil. It's not that there is no reward, the time has not yet come."

Jian Yuling was afraid that Xinglang would be too entangled in his father's death and give birth to inner demons, which would hinder his spiritual practice and make him nagging on his face.

"I passed by accidentally and heard the general story. I can also roughly tell from the two of you that you have a close relationship with the great benevolent people who have great merits..."

"The opportunities you have in the future are all gifts given to you by good people. Don't let them down."

"As for right and wrong, heaven and earth have their own set of standards for judgment; those who have done all the bad things are destined to be reincarnated in the animal realm."

Xinglang's eyes were dim,

"Disciple, regardless of past and present life, the relationship between father and son today will never be forgotten. I can't wait for the judge in heaven and on earth. I just want to avenge my father with my own hands."

Jian Yuling was silent for a moment,
"Come on, it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years. Now, you have to be strong first. It's best for you to settle the past on your own."

The lame old man trembled,

"As long as the immortals are around, the benefactor's descendants will continue to live on. Those beasts will be punished sooner or later..."

Xinglang's face was stunned, and finally he lowered his eyes and gave in.

One is the master who has just become a master, and the other is an uncle who was treated by his father and who also saved his life.

Both of them hoped that he would not be blinded by hatred, so how could he not understand?

In the future...when he becomes stronger, he will definitely avenge his father!

Soon, the day of revenge will not be long.

……

Xinglang's family has been studying medicine for generations. His father left his hometown and wandered when he was very young.

His father believes that only by traveling farther and seeing a lot of people and things, different scenery and a world beyond our knowledge can we continue to make progress.

In the first half of his life, Father Xinglang traveled around the world, worked as a barefoot doctor, and also served as a court physician.

In the second half of his life, he met Xinglang's mother, and finally chose to put down roots and stop wandering for the sake of his lover.

This foothold is this village.However, the word "miracle doctor" has been with him all his life, but in the end it was no match for the ugliness of human nature and underestimated the human heart.

At the beginning, the spread of the epidemic was unknown from whom, but it was brought by the miracle doctor.

You know, the only outsider in this village is the miracle doctor.

Xinglang Niang was originally from the village, but Xinglang's father, the miracle doctor, stayed in the village as his wife's wife.

It is said that those who are not from my race must have different minds. The villagers are ignorant and cannot figure out what causes the disease that kills people. If they hear a few nonsense words from others and spread it from word to mouth, three people will become a tiger, and even a fake one will become a tiger. real.

How can a few sober people be better than a group of people who are dominated by panic, randomly looking for spiritual support, and using blame as a way to stabilize their emotions.

No matter what, the death of the miracle doctor is real, and the severe damage Xinglang suffered both physically and mentally is also real.

Jian Yuling took Xinglang and the wheelchair away.

Listening to the young man talking about his father, his calm tone revealed clenched fists and hatred.

Jian Yuling told him objectively,

"Without your father, how can they solve the epidemic? It seems to me that they can't wait for you to seek revenge. Soon, they will chase your father to cry for apology."

Xinglang was surprised that his master, who looked cold and otherworldly, could say such vulgar words.

But he quickly calmed down his emotions. He thought about it for a while, but felt it was boring.

Reap the consequences.

But his father was beaten to death.

"It would be too easy for them to let them die like this."

Xinglang gritted his teeth.

"How about this."

Jian Yuling pondered for a moment and had an idea in his mind.
"I will heal your leg first. After the leg is cured, I will take you to see what the world outside the village is like."

"When the time comes, you can come back and figure out how to take revenge, what to do to keep your mind balanced...how about that?"

"……it is good."

Xinglang subconsciously turned his head to the side and looked up at her slightly. He always felt that the other person's face seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

He suddenly had an inexplicable emotion that collided in his chest.

Jian Yuling's eyes were affectionate. The poor child had just suffered such a blow of family destruction, so she allowed her to use her love to influence him and make him a selfless and just good hero.

Jian Yuling, full of passion, came prepared. He had also studied the classics to deal with the opponent's useless legs.

Of course she couldn't do the specific operation. After all, she was not a doctor.

But it didn't say that she had to come in person; the same was true for finding foreign aid.

Heyu Xianzun knew a practitioner who practiced medicine and cultivated immortality. Before he entered the world of cultivating immortals, he was an old Chinese medicine doctor with a wonderful skill in rejuvenating the apricot forest.

She took Xinglang directly to the place where the immortal cultivator lived.

"Mr. Lin, is Mr. Lin here?"

"Master went up the mountain to pick herbs——"

The little kid with two little chirps heard the noise and ran out of the house, his crisp voice echoing in the empty valley.

"I went to collect medicine again. Is he a cultivator or a healer?"

Jian Yuling muttered, then turned around and left without stepping into the yard.

With a quiet apprentice, Jian Yuling felt relaxed. According to the memory of Immortal Heyu, he went to the hill where he often went to find someone.

"Mr. Lin——"

"Stop screaming, stop screaming, I still have patients here!"

The other party's angry voice came from a group of bushes.