Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

In the opposite east chamber, Yin Jiu and Su Ye also heard the commotion outside.

Yin Jiu closed his eyes and patted the back of Su Ye's hand lightly.

Su Ye stopped, closed the notebook, and asked, "Master, shall we go out and have a look?"

Yin Jiu nodded, got up from the chair, and walked out with his hands behind his back.

Su Ye quickly picked up the thin shirt hanging on the screen, and put it on Yin Jiu.

The fingertips of the two touched, Yin Jiu froze, and silently moved his hand away: "Let's go."

Su Ye obediently followed behind him, but stared at his back with deep eyes.

After inquiring about Qi Jin's mother's situation, they decided to go to Qi's house first. Yin Jiu is proficient in healing techniques. Although it can't help ordinary people's illnesses, at least they can check to see if it is some monster. cause trouble.

The Qi family is worthy of being a well-known wealthy family in Anze County, with a towering plaque on the gate tower, it looks even more luxurious than the courtyard of the county magistrate.

Qi Jin led a few people to stop at the gate of the mansion inlaid with the word "Qi Zhai", and the two servants guarding the gate respectfully said: "Master Eighth."

Nan Heng poked Qi Jin's shoulder quietly: "Your father has so many sons?"

Qi Jin nodded: "My father has married more than a dozen wives, my mother is the ninth, and I am his eighth son."

While they were talking, a servant next to him came over and said, "What kind of people did Eighth Young Master bring back? Do you want to report to Master?"

"Don't disturb him, I'm just bringing a few friends to see my mother, so don't disturb him." Qi Jin said.

The servant responded and withdrew.

Qi Jin led a few people into the gate, passed through the Chuihua Gate, and entered the courtyard a few times. During the period, some maids and servants passed by, and they all lowered their heads and called Eighth Young Master softly.

Qi Jin just nodded, and it was considered to be back.

Several people stopped in front of a deserted small courtyard, Qi Jin turned his head and looked at them a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry everyone, it's not that I don't want you to meet my father, but he is also worried about my mother. Maybe you don't want to see outsiders."

"It's okay," Yin Jiu comforted him, "It's better to go and see your mother first."

When four people entered the courtyard, Nan Heng's heart sank.

The yard was barren and dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, and it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.

Even if Qi Jin's mother is just a concubine, she is still half a master, and she is in such a miserable situation.

"Eighth Young Master? Who are these?" The heavy curtain was lifted, and a young maid came out.

But at the age of fifteen or sixteen, he was wearing an old dark red dress, and his hair was simply combed in a bun.

Qi Jin responded, and introduced him: "Xiao Tao, these are the two elders of the Changqing sect, and my two senior brothers. They heard that my mother was ill, so they came here to visit."

The little maid showed a smiling face: "Several immortals are interested, Aunt Zhao just had a meal, and her mood will be calmer now, come with me."

After several people entered the house, Nan Heng realized that the scene in this room was not much better than that in the yard.

The tables, chairs, and painting screens are all old, without any particularly gorgeous decorations. There is only a picture of peonies hanging on the wall facing the door, and two pots of rhododendrons are placed on the flower stand under the picture. The pink flowers are a bit sleepy. , but at least it added a touch of color to the dimly lit room.

"Mother, Jin'er is here to see you." Qi Jin bypassed Yan Leng's painting screen, walked in first, and called out to the woman sitting on the bed with disheveled hair.

Nan Heng and the others also followed behind him, standing a few steps away from the bed and waiting.

The woman was overjoyed when she heard Qi Jin's voice, she hugged Qi Jin into her arms, and kept shouting: "Jin'er, Jin'er, mother misses you to death!"

"When did you come back? Still...are you leaving?"

Qi Jin helped her straighten her messy long hair, and then raised a smiling face: "I'm back today, I won't leave, I won't leave, mother."

The woman hugged Qi Jin tightly again.

Looking at it this way, Nan Heng didn't see anything unusual about this woman, except that her appearance was a little out of order, but it was quite normal.

Unexpectedly, the woman hugged Qi Jin for a while, then suddenly pushed him away with her hands.

She used so much strength that Qi Jin fell off the bed directly.

"No, no!" the woman screamed, tearing her hair frantically, "Jin'er, you can't stay! You hurry up! Go! Go as far as possible! The farther the better!"

"Go! Go away!"

Her voice became hoarse when she shouted, and seeing Qi Jin sitting on the ground motionless, she picked up pillows, quilts, small blankets, and all the things that could be thrown on the bed, and threw them on Qi Jin one by one.

Qi Jinwu's eyes were red, but he clenched his lips and tried his best to hold back the tears.

His mother said that a man bleeds but does not shed tears, and he cannot cry.

Nan Heng reached out to pull him up from the ground, and asked, "How long has your mother been like this?"

"I don't know," Qi Jin sniffed, "My dad said it's been a few months."

"Didn't you invite a doctor to take a look?"

"I've seen it, but I can't see any illness. My father has invited all the doctors in the Anze County Medical Center, and Linyang City. He has visited many people, but nothing has improved."

Yin Jiu had already stepped forward, and from the palm of his hand, a soft white light was drawn across the woman's eyes. The woman who was throwing things frantically at first calmed down, but stared straight ahead with a dull gaze.

She sat peacefully, and only then did everyone realize that the woman's abdomen was bulging, and she was actually pregnant.

Qi Jin hurriedly asked: "Master, how about my mother kissing her?"

Yin Jiu shook his head: "There are no evil spirits. But..."

As he spoke, he suddenly flipped his hands over and made a tactic, and then the white light immediately enveloped the woman's whole body.

Several people were shocked to find that strands of black mist were rising above Qi Jin's mother's head.

The black mist was exactly the same as the black mist that came out when Wu Yan used magic to summon Murong Qing during the battle between Nan Heng and Wu Yan.

Xiao Tingxun's eyes narrowed: "Burning spirits to worship souls? Qi Jin, you must find out exactly when and how your mother fell ill."

"Okay," Qi Jin nodded heavily, and looked at Yin Jiu again, "Master, then my mother, can she recover?"

"Maybe you have to find the caster to solve it." Yin Jiudao, "This person is indeed using the forbidden technique of the Soul Sacrifice Sect, the Burning Soul Sacrifice. It's just that he has only learned a little bit, and the technique is not perfect. That's why your mother's three souls and seven souls were thrown into a mess, and she became the crazy look she is now."

"But, I really can't think of who it would be." Qi Jin wrinkled his small face together, thinking carefully, "My mother has a gentle temperament, and she is usually quiet among many aunts, and...not very pleasing to me. Dad likes it, no one should want to harm her."

Su Ye, who hadn't spoken all the time, interjected, "You're not at home all year round, so I'm afraid I'll have to ask Xiaotao about such trivial matters in the back house."

"Oh, that's right, thank you for reminding me, brother." Qi Jin suddenly realized, and went to call the little maid who was guarding outside, "Xiao Tao, come in, I have something to ask you."

After he finished speaking, Xiaotao outside did not respond, and everything was quiet.

"Xiao Tao?" He called again.

This time, there was a sound of slightly heavy footsteps.

The door curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man with luxurious clothes and a tall and well-proportioned figure walked in.

This man's facial features are mediocre, with a mustache on his lips, and when he saw Qi Jin's thick eyebrows, he frowned: "I don't understand!"

"Father..." Qi Jin replied in a low voice.

Nan Heng felt that Qi Jin was wrong when he saw this man, and he was cautious and respectful.

"You brought friends here, and you didn't even know you were going to say hello, and it became more and more unruly!" Qi Rongtian looked around with a sullen face, and swept past several people one by one.

Qi Jin still lowered his head: "It's not because I'm afraid of disturbing Dad's business."

"Okay, there are so many people here, you don't know how to introduce them to dad." Qi Rongtian blamed.

Qi Jin introduced them to him one by one: "Actually, these are the elders of the Changqing Sect and my senior brothers. This time I went down the mountain to practice, and it happened to be in Anze County, so I have the opportunity to come back and see."

"Father, this is my master, Elder Pinglan, this is Elder Yuqing, and I, Senior Brother Su and Junior Brother Nan. I am in the Changqing Sect thanks to their care."

Qi Rongtian's frowned brows relaxed, and he smiled twice and said: "It turns out that it is the immortal king of the Changqing sect who is here. I am not sensible, and I have neglected you. It is not good to talk here, let's go Go to the front hall, I will treat a few of you well."

He said, and made a gesture of invitation to Nan Heng and the others.

It wasn't easy for them to stay for long, and they left Qi Jin's mother's hut one after another.

Qi Rongtian also came out afterward, and before leaving, he did not forget to tell Xiaotao: "Take care of Madam, I will send some high-quality supplements later, you let the kitchen stew, she is pregnant now, so don't be sloppy."

"Thank you, Master, for your compassion." Xiao Tao saluted with a low eyebrow.

"Well, then let's go." Qi Rongtian greeted everyone, walked around the winding corridor and walked to the front hall.

Nan Heng stared at Qi Rongtian's back, his eyes became gloomy.

It's no wonder that Qi Jin said that her mother's life was difficult, even he, the eighth young master, probably has no status in the Qi family.

When Qi Jin entered the door, what he told his servants was just ignored. They didn't arrive at the small courtyard before, but Qi's father arrived soon after, faster than the wind.

After leaving this simple courtyard, the Qi family's considerable financial resources were immediately revealed again.

The cobblestones on the pavement are all round and plump, and precious tree species are planted on both sides of the path. There are rockery flowers in the courtyard, koi in the clear pond, and the fragrance of flowers can be heard everywhere, and there are scenery everywhere.

The front hall is also magnificently decorated, with gilded incense burners, blue and white porcelain vases as tall as one person, and carpets embroidered with gold thread. Seasonal fruits, pastries of various colors.

"Elders and immortals, please go ahead, there is nothing to entertain everyone, just some ordinary melon and fruit snacks, I hope you don't dislike them." Qi Rongtian sat on the main seat, smiling modestly and politely.

He glanced at Qi Jin who was sitting quietly next to him, and then asked Yin Jiu and Xiao Ting: "You two elders, I wonder if my son has worked hard in your sect? Didn't you bother everyone?"

Seeing him talking about him all the time, Yin Jiu replied politely, then asked about Qi Jin's mother.

Qi Rongtian suddenly let out a long sigh, and his expression darkened: "Wu'er became ill suddenly, it was three months ago."

"Speaking of which, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let her go to that broken Taoist temple to petition at that time!"