The Taoist priest seemed to understand what Qin Lang meant and said with a memory look: "These two dogs have followed me since weaning. It has been almost three years now. This dog is spiritual and has raised feelings. During this period, he met a few people who really like these two dogs. I spent all day in the mountains and lakes, and I also wanted to find a good home for them. I don't have to accompany the old Taoist to suffer the pain of sleeping in the wind and in the open, but I tried my best to do it and others could not take it away, so I just went with the flow. Maybe this is fate."

"This dog was sent to the old Taoist by the emperor today. Almost three years ago, Your Majesty was the first to ascend to the great treasure. The Empress was angry. I was near Chang'an at that time. Your Majesty was worried that the Empress would be sick and searched for famous doctors to treat the Empress."

"The old Taoist is lucky to have a mere reputation. He was recommended by a friend in front of the emperor. The emperor sent the Hundred Riders to leave the city at night and took the old Taoist into the palace for treatment overnight. Alas, the old Taoist is so famous that he is gentle and virtuous. Unfortunately, the old Taoist is not good at learning skills and cannot cure the innate natural diseases of the emperor. He can only control it slightly and slowly recuperate it."

"After leaving, I talked to the emperor and learned that the old Taoist often walked on mountains, rivers and lakes, and was worried about the safety of my country. The envoys of foreign countries paid tribute to the dogs. Recently, they just gave birth to their babies, so they sent them to the old Taoist and I to protect me. The emperor was kind and the old Taoist could not refuse, so there were these two dogs."

I understand, everything is clear!

Qin Lang could no longer listen to the Taoist priests saying anything else. After many days of doubt, he all released his questions, his eyes were blank. He stood up silently, turned around and climbed onto the bed, and pulled up the numbness and covered his head. The old Taoist priest's eyes were confused, but he thought that the young man might not be able to do anything and was disappointed, so he stopped paying attention.

Qin Lang, whose head was covered in tears at this time, was already covered in tears.

Chang'an, the emperor, the empress, the innate weather is in the sky, the Hundred Riders, these words pop up, it is really a dream that has been leaping for thousands of years, and the vast sea has turned into mulberry fields. Zhenguan Dynasty, more than 1,300 years, when will my mother, daughter-in-law, eldest son, see me again?

Damn God...

At this time, Qin Lang, as an old man with a mental age of nearly forty, had completely collapsed.

A few days ago, although I was disappointed, there was still a trace of expectation hidden deep in my heart, even if it was one in ten thousand. Therefore, even if I had guessed a few days ago that even when I was in the Qinling Mountains, even if my body had changed, I pretended to be happy and pretended to be preparing for time travel, and I was unwilling to admit that fact.

I even secretly thought that the Qinling Mountains in the 21st century are also Qinling Mountains. Returning to their relatives is also a flight ticket. It is because of this that I gritted my teeth and struggled to survive. But now? Which flight can fly from the Tang Dynasty more than a thousand years ago to the 21st century?

Everything was confirmed, and Qin Lang's spiritual world suddenly collapsed. Qin Lang, whose head was covered in the quilt, went from crying silently to crying loudly.

Hearing the crying, Sun Simiao added a handful of firewood to the stove, stood up, took a step towards the bed, turned around and left the thatched hut, then raised his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and stood quietly at the door.

Qin Lang in the quilt cried from loudly to hoarse and whimper until the crying stopped.

Sun Simiao looked back, then turned around and entered the room, stood by the bed, stretched out his hand, uncovered the sheet, stroked Qin Lang's head with his hand, and said calmly: "It's good to cry, baby, think about it more, many things you don't want to face, but you have to face. People always have to learn to grow up."

Qin Lang, who had already stopped crying, suddenly turned over from the bed and hugged Sun Simiao's waist with both hands, as if a frightened child had found a relative and wanted to hug him tightly, and at the same time the hoarse crying sound became louder again...

The fire in the stove had been extinguished at some point, and the gurgling sound in the medicine jar returned to calm, with water vapor rising above it.

Sun Simiao slowly pulled out his body from Qin Lang's hands, sitting by the bed, stroked Qin Lang's head with his hands and said, "Dog, you can see that you have experienced some things. The old Taoist has lived for more than 60 years. There are countless tragedies on earth that have seen, from the separation of flesh and blood to the massacre of the city and the destruction of the country. The old Taoist has seen all these."

"But people always have to live strongly to be worthy of those who hope you can live well, right? Baby, you have to live well so that everything has hope! There is no hurdle that people cannot overcome in their life! Baby, get up, the medicine is cold, it's time to take medicine."

After saying that, he got up and found a black stone pottery bowl from the stove, cleared the medicine, and brought it over. Qin Lang got up from the bed with red eyes and swollen eyes. He silently took the medicine bowl and poured the medicine into his stomach. He got out of bed, put the medicine bowl on the stove, turned around, knelt down straight at Sun Simiao, and kowtowed three respectfully.

Sun Simiao looked at all this and did not stop it. Instead, Gu Jingbubo's face was filled with a smile, because just now, Sun Simiao saw a trace of indomitableness in the eyes of this child again!

"Dog, congratulations, I've grown up a little bit again. It's time to call you boy. Boy, come here to burn the fire. It's time for us to consider offering sacrifices to our own Five Insect Temple. Today, let you taste the craftsmanship of the Taoist."

"Big Hei, Xiao Hei." As the old Taoist's voice fell, two black shadows rushed in from the door and surrounded the old Taoist. The old Taoist gestured, then pointed out the window and said, "Go," the two mastiffs rushed out of the thatched house like the wind and rushed towards the hillside behind the house.

Qin Lang looked strange and didn't ask much. He came to the stove and prepared to burn the fire. But there were two pots on the stove, one with medicine, the other with rice. Qin Lang hesitated for a moment, picked up the medicine jar and prepared to pour out the medicine jar, and then boiled water and cooked rice. Sun Simiao saw it and quickly stopped him and said, "Put it down, that's the old Taoist's home for eating, and you have to cook medicine after the meal. Turn left when you go out, under the window, that's the one who cooks."

Qin Lang put down the medicine jar and went out to look left. There was indeed a clay pot under the window. He walked up to pick it up and looked at it. He was amused and laughed. He combined the relationship between the Medicine Prince and the two dogs in the same pot. He shook his head, but didn't care. He took the clay pot back and cleaned it and placed it on the stove.

"Boy, let it go, today you are a guest. The old man treats you well, just burn the fire." As he said that, the old man came over and poured water, scooped some corn into the clay pot, and then left nothing to worry about it. Qin Lang was stunned when he did this.

Alas, what about the master, except for treating diseases and saving people, he acted unrestrainedly. How could the Medicine Prince live to be 140 years old? Qin Lang thought for a while, reached into the pottery jar to wash the corn, and then changed the water before he started boiling water.

When the water in the clay pot was about to open, the two dogs rushed in from the door again, ran to the old Taoist side, and left a fat hare. The old Taoist picked up the hare and said, "Wait for a moment, then went out and ran to the stream."

In a short while, the old Taoist handed a handful of water kohlrabi in his left hand and a cleaned rabbit in his right hand. He threw the water kohlrabi into the clay pot. He used a knife that he didn't know where he found it. He didn't know how to chop it. He cut it a few times in a few knives and put it into the clay pot.

Qin Lang saw that the Medicine Prince was definitely a master of anatomy.

When he was in the thatched room and smelled the fragrance of food, the old Taoist came over and removed the rice cooker from the stove, sat on the medicine jar, and added water. He took out two bowls of rabbit meat, corn and rice and put it on the only table in the house, and picked up the remaining pot and placed it under the window outside. He came back and sat on the only mat beside the table, and greeted Qin Lang for dinner.

Qin Lang glanced at the bare ground, and also imitated Sun Simiao to kneel at the table and began to eat the rabbit meat and corn rice that he was looking forward to.

A mouthful of corn into his mouth, and Qin Lang's expectation instantly dropped to freezing point, bland and tasteless, and there was a fishy smell. I couldn't help but look up at Master Sun, and I saw that our Medicine Prince chewed slowly, as if he was eating with relish. Qin Lang had to endure the fishy smell and stuffed a bowl of rice into his stomach.

After the meal, Qin Lang rushed to clean up the dishes, while Sun Simiao picked up the mat, sat cross-legged at the window outside the door and started meditating, and told Qin Lang that he was adding fire, and the fire was extinguished and he could take medicine by himself.

In fact, at this time, Qin Lang clearly felt that his body was much better. He admired the medicine prince's medical skills. The pain in his throat had basically disappeared, and he probably had no problem speaking. But what could he say to Sun Simiao?

Apart from a thank you, I must not reveal any of my privacy to others, and Sun Simiao is no exception! I should leave some time to think now. It would not be considered a waste of Master Sun's job when he speaks tomorrow!
Chapter completed!