Fu Shiyi followed the old man through two streets. After turning, a Tongxin Lake covering an area of ​​100 acres appeared. There was a small island in the center of the lake. The Tianli bamboo planted on the island was lush, and countless flying spirit birds were flying and playing on the branches.

A second-story treasure ship was docked by the lake.

Far away.

The old man said hello:

"Aunt Xianglin, there is a distinguished guest!"

"Here, come!"

A hearty laughter came out, and a woman who looked in her thirties ran out of the cabin, her eyes swept over Fu Shiyi, and immediately smiled:

"Senior, you came in time. There are only one of the twenty-two courtyards in Shuili Township."

"It's been a labor."

Fu Shiyi nodded slightly.

Flip your wrist.

He took out fifty spirit stones and handed them to the old man.

"It's not possible, it's not possible!" The old man waved his hands repeatedly as if he had encountered a hot potato: "Senior, the young man only showed you the way, and it's only half a cup of tea. According to the market, it's enough for you to give me two spirit stones!"

Fifty spirit stones!

This is their income of about half a year.

"Your explanation is worth these fifty spirit stones."

Fu Shiyi's index finger bounced.

The spirit stone fell on the old man's knees.

The old man was so flattered that he hurriedly carried a wheelchair and wanted to get up to thank him, but the surprise came too suddenly, making him float all over, as if everything was a dream, and he couldn't do anything.

Seeing this, Aunt Xianglin held him down, looked at the girl behind him with pity, and sighed:

"Brother Liu, get the spirit stones and get the medicine for Yangyang."

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Brother Liu lowered his head, Yangyang's medicine had been postponed for two months. With this spirit stone, Yangyang's medicine money was settled in the next six months. Brother Liu pulled the girl behind him and said with tears:

"Yangyang, hurry up, kowtow to senior, she saved your life."

If you don’t take the medicine this month, Yangyang’s disease will recur. Once it recurs, if it does not take action by the third-level spiritual master, you will lose your life. Yangyang kowtowed to Fu Shiyi’s back three times.

On the other side.

Before Aunt Xianglin was about to get on the boat, Brother Liu stuffed a note into her hand:

"Aunt Xianglin, please hand me a letter to my nephew Xing'er."

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Fu Shiyi and Qi Xiuyuan walked side by side. Qi Xiuyuan looked back at Brother Liu and Yangyang from time to time. Their statements were naturally beyond the reach of Fu Shiyi. At this moment, a look of surprise flashed slightly on her face, followed by a sense of joy.

While kneeling down to her.

The merit book in the Buddha lotus in the spiritual platform flashed with yellow light.

it turns out.

Sixty-six points of good fate have increased.

Never expected it.

Her unintentional actions actually brought so many good fates. She turned around and took a wooden box for Qi Xiuyuan and asked him to send it to Yangyang: "Let them pick a leaf every twenty days and stew the soup with the tongue of the demon spirit pig."

In the box is a second-level macaroni grass.

Although she had not checked the girl Yangyang's body, she had just passed by and found that her heart and lungs were blocked. As long as she took the medicine according to her method, she should be cured in a year and might be able to speak at that time.

"Yes, aunt!"

Qi Xiuyuan was so happy that he had to learn about medicine. When his body moved, he even used teleportation. After explaining to Brother Liu and his daughter, Brother Liu burst into tears and slid down from the wheelchair despite the obstruction. He kowtowed Fu Shiyi three times.
Chapter completed!