The two treasures of the farm family cannot be offended by the mother who is a miracle doctor.

Ye Nitang didn't look back. She told Cheng An and Zhao Mang, who was going to the capital with her, to say a few words before riding her horse and leaving first.

"I really didn't expect that I would gain so much from my visit to Wuye Pass this time."

Looking at her speeding back, Zhao Mang sighed.

If Miss Ye like this goes to the capital, she will definitely cause an uproar.

Cheng An smiled faintly, just because he was suffering from his master.

Ye Nitang drove all the way according to the address written by Ye's father, and it was not until the afternoon that she arrived at the nunnery where the Taoist nun who once rescued her lived.

The nunnery is very simple, at the foot of a towering mountain, with two thatched houses and a small courtyard surrounded by a circle of bamboo poles.

There is a wintersweet tree planted in the courtyard.

At this moment, the branches of the wintersweet tree are in full bloom, and they are covered with small yellow plum blossoms. The rich fragrance of plum blossoms is blowing towards your face, it is elegant and sweet.

The house is surrounded by undulating snow hills, and there is no second home.

In the square of snow at the entrance of the courtyard, stood a tall, skinny old woman.

She was wearing a gray-blue robe, and her silver-white hair was gathered on top of her head and tied with a blue ribbon.

Her face was covered with wrinkles, but her eyes were dark and bright, as watery as obsidian in the water.

She was holding a long sword and waving it in the cold wind, full of energy and fairy spirit.

Ye Nitang looked at her and felt strange.

Because her vigorous movements are completely inconsistent with her age.

"You're here," the old Taoist nun looked at her with a gentle smile, then turned and walked into the yard, "Come in."

Ye Nitang was slightly surprised. Could it be that she recognized him?

She followed her into the yard and to the thatched cottage on the east side.

The interior is clean and elegant, and a few pots of green plants placed in the corners bring infinite vitality to this dreary winter.

Ye Nitang did not enter the house, but stood at the door and asked: "Old man, are you Granny Sui'an?"

"Come in and sit down."

The old Taoist nun turned around, smiled, and flicked the coals in the stove in the middle of the room. The water in the kettle above boiled quickly.

Ye Nitang saw her bringing the kettle to the table next to her to make tea, and walked in.

The old Taoist nun asked while making tea: "Are you here to ask about the poison in your body?"

"Do you remember me?"

"No, I can read faces," the old Taoist nun brought the tea to Ye Nitang.

"Twenty years ago, your adoptive father brought you to seek medical treatment. I knew you were extraordinary and could change the world in the future.

It's just that you are destined to go through all kinds of hardships. Now that you have returned from nirvana, it is time for the Ziwei star in this big valley to return to its place. "

"You are so calculating. I came here today to know how you cured me in the first place?"

Even after living two lives, she, Ye Nitang, only believed in herself and not in ghosts and gods.

She took the hot tea, quietly replaced it with spiritual spring water, and drank it slowly.

The old Taoist nun could tell from her eyes that she didn't trust her, so she picked up a cup of tea and drank it, "If you don't believe it, don't believe it. Just come back safely. Your body was used by the southern Xinjiang Gu Master to make a Gu container.

When you were born, you were so sick and weak because you couldn't bear the damage caused by the Gu insects.

I don't have any method to get rid of the poison. I just use my master's evil-suppressing technique to collect flower dew before the sun rises and feed it to you for a hundred days, so that the poison can be used by you. "

Ye Nitang still couldn't believe her, "Then do you have a way to remove the poison now?"

"My sect is an heir to the art of physiognomy, so naturally I don't understand the poison. If you want to remove the poison from your body, you need to go to Southern Xinjiang."

The old Taoist nun seemed to have found someone to chat with, and began to talk about the history of her family and her past.

A thousand years ago, Jingdong Zhao in Dayu Nan in this land actually belonged to an emperor, or a female emperor.

She is a legendary woman. It is said that she learned the art of physiognomy without a teacher. After becoming the empress, she founded the sect of divine physiognomy.

As the years passed by for thousands of years, a huge empire was divided into many pieces by her descendants and replaced by other surnames, giving rise to several small countries.

The divisions and mergers have now become Dayu Dongzhao and Nanjing.

The Shenxiang Sect has also gone from glory to desolation, until now it has lost all its reputation and disciples.

The old Taoist nun is the last disciple of the Shenxiang Sect. The reason why she lives here is because the tombs of the previous masters of the Shenxiang Sect are located at the bottom of the mountain.

When the old Taoist nun told stories, she was eloquent and cheerful.

Ye Nitang stared into her eyes, with a cold expression on his face, "You are not Granny Sui An!"

Father Ye said that the old Taoist nun who once rescued her called herself Granny Sui'an and was a very kind old man.

The man in front of me spoke and behaved very strangely, without the kindness and tranquility of an old man at all.

"Tsk, tsk, girl, you have such good eyesight, you can tell."

The old Taoist nun stood up with a smile, walked around in front of Ye Nitang, and her appearance changed.

The gray robe turned into a blue dress with narrow sleeves. Her body was slender and slender, her facial features were delicate and agile, and Xing'er had a playful and cunning look in her eyes.

Her white hair has turned into black hair, and she no longer looks like an elderly person at all.

"Hello, my name is He Xijiao. I am twenty-seven years old. I have been waiting for you here for ten years."

"Are you a monster?" This was the first time in Ye Nitang's life that he had seen a person change drastically in one second without any external support.

"You are the monster. This is my divine skill," He Xiyao said proudly, and suddenly grabbed Ye Nitang's arm, "Come and help me move my things."

"Let go," Ye Nitang didn't move, her indifferent eyebrows suddenly became sharp, and she grabbed the back of He Xiyao's neck, "Is this nunnery the original owner?"

"It hurts, it hurts, sister, let go!" He Xijiao shrank her neck and arched her back, "My master is dead. Before she died, she passed the Shenxiang Sect to me and asked me to wait until you can leave here."

"Dead?" Ye Nitang let go of her, "Then how did you know there was a poison in my body?"

"My master died eight years ago," He Xijiao said, rubbing her neck. "Before she died, she said she had met a baby girl who could change the fate of the world."

Then, she repeated what she had just said about flower dew and the voodoo container.

Ye Nitang was dubious, "Then did she find a way to undo the poison later?"

"Of course not." He Xiyao sat down and took a sip of tea. "We, the Shenxiang Sect, don't even bother to get involved in the things that harm people in southern Xinjiang. Oh, stop talking and lend me your treasure to help me move something."

The word "baby" made Ye Nitang's eyes tinge with frost.

She stared at her coldly, "How did you know I would come?"

"My master said it before he died. She said you would definitely come to her. However, she couldn't wait until that day. She asked me to wait for you here and borrow your treasure to put away the magic weapon of our Shenxiang Sect. I’ll find a place to store it, and you’ll return it to me.”

"Since your master is no longer here, I won't bother you anymore and say goodbye!" The light in Ye Nitang's eyes became a little colder.

Regardless of whether she can really figure something out or is just talking nonsense, she doesn't like others prying into her secrets.