How dare Old Mengji dare to make arbitrary decisions? Wouldn't it be terrible if the Immortal didn't want to see Holy Lord Hengtian and Hu Qi?
"Can't you help me?"
Holy Lord Hengtian asked, unwilling to give up.
It would be much better to let Old Man Mengji help with the introduction than to pay him an abrupt visit.
After all, the fact that Old Man Mengji can appear here shows that Old Man Mengji has been recognized by the immortals and has something to do with them.
"You think too highly of me!"
The old man Mengji shook his head and said: "Since you have met Mr.... you should understand that it's not that I don't help, but that I can't help."
"I understand, I won't embarrass you Mengji anymore."
Holy Lord Hengtian sighed, said goodbye to Hu Qi and the old man Mengji, and left this place.
He also understood the situation of the old man Mengji. In front of such an immortal, he really couldn't make arbitrary decisions.
If it were him, he wouldn't dare to make arbitrary decisions.
When he came here, he had a sense of luck and wanted to ask the old man Mengji to help introduce him. Now, he has no such sense of luck at all.
"What should we do, Holy Master?"
Hu Qi asked.
If Old Man Mengji doesn't help with the introduction, should they go directly to visit the immortal?
But it would indeed be a bit abrupt and bad to go directly to visit the immortal like this.
The key is that the identity of the immortal has not been disclosed. Now he is traveling around the mortal world as a mortal. If they go directly to visit the immortal, the immortal will be a little unhappy!
"What can we do? Just wait! The Immortal's thoughts are all over the sky. If he wants to see us, we will naturally see him. If he doesn't want to see us, there is no point in looking for him!"
Holy Lord Hengtian said helplessly.
He doesn't have the guts to visit the immortal directly!
It would be fine if the immortal revealed his identity, but if they didn't reveal his identity, they took the initiative to visit. They couldn't guarantee whether the immortal would be happy or not, or someone else would put their lives at risk...
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In the hall room, Li Jiudao had a good sleep.
He hadn't slept so comfortably in a long time.
When the weather gets hot, he will always be woken up by the heat when sleeping...
He stretched, stood up from the rocking chair, looked at the beads on the tray, and liked them very much.
With this bead, he no longer has to worry about being woken up by heat or cold.
He came to the small courtyard and found that it was also very cool, without any heat.
"It's better to be a monk!"
He couldn't help but said in his heart.
The air conditioner can only be used indoors, but this bead can make the courtyard so cool. This bead is much more powerful than the air conditioner.
In comparison, it is better to be a monk because he has many means.
"Sir, wake up."
In the courtyard, the old man Mengji was cleaning and saw the immortal.
"By the way, sir, someone came to see you earlier and said they were from Taihua Sect and Luoyun Sect, named Weng Wuyou, Zhou Tong, and Lu Liang."
He continued: "They saw that Mr. was sleeping, so they did not disturb him and said they would come to visit another day."
"Oh, Mr. Weng and the others are here."
Li Jiudao said.
He thought to himself, Weng Wuyou, Zhou Tong, and Lu Liang were really polite and polite. They didn't disturb him when they saw him sleeping when they came. They were polite enough.
The monks' education is very good!
He thought of Yungu again, Yungu was also so polite.
"Oh, I feel sorry for Mr. Yun to exchange a painting for such an orb. No, I will definitely entertain Mr. Yun well next time when Mr. Yun comes over!"
He said in his mind.
He didn't know how powerful the bead was before, so he only gave Yungu a painting. Now that he knows how powerful the bead is, he suddenly feels very embarrassed...
But for a mortal like him, he didn't have any good way to thank the monk. He could only wait for Yun Gu to entertain Yun Gu well the next time he came again.
It seems that the immortal and Weng Wuyou have a good relationship.
The old man Mengji thought in his heart.
"Is Mr. Li at home?"
At this time, someone ran in in a hurry.
"Mr. Li, it would be great to have you here!"
After the man ran to the small courtyard and saw Li Jiudao, he hurriedly said: "Mr. Li, please save my son!"
"Old man Zhao, don't be impatient. Speak slowly. What's wrong with your son?"
Li Jiudao knew this man. He was a blacksmith from Qingshan City.
"Boss Wang of Luoyue City ordered a batch of ironware from me. After I made it, I asked my son to send it over. Who knew that many monks suddenly appeared in Luoyue City, and these monks had a very bad temper. There was a killing spree in Luoyue City, but my son escaped from Luoyue City only after narrowly escaping from death. He only had one breath left when he got home..."
The blacksmith cried while talking, and finally even knelt down in front of Li Jiudao and said, "Mr. Li has superb medical skills. Please, Mr. Li, please save my son!"
"Uncle Zhao, don't do this!"
Li Jiudao hurriedly supported the blacksmith to prevent him from kneeling down and said, "Uncle Zhao, wait for me. I will prepare the medicine and follow Uncle Zhao!"
After saying that, he walked into a room, put the medicinal materials into a medicine box, picked up the medicine box and followed Mr. Zhao to Mr. Zhao's house.
Soon, they arrived at Uncle Zhao's house.
Sure enough, it was exactly what Uncle Zhao said. Uncle Zhao's son was seriously injured everywhere and was dying.
Li Jiudao quickly treated Mr. Zhao's son.
He first stopped the bleeding, then combined the medicinal materials for external application to Old Uncle Zhao's son, and ground some medicinal materials for Old Uncle Zhao's son to take internally.
After he finished, Uncle Zhao's son looked obviously much better.
"Old man, the injury is stable. As long as your son continues to take medicine, he will be fine!"
Li Jiudao observed carefully, and after confirming that Old Uncle Zhao's son was fine, he said to Old Uncle Zhao.
He prepared a lot of medicinal materials for Mr. Zhao's son.
After eating these medicinal materials, Mr. Zhao's son's injuries should be healed.
With such a serious injury, he only had one breath left. This was him. If it were another doctor, it would be impossible to cure him.
"Thank you Mr. Li!"
Uncle Zhao cried and thanked Li Jiu.
Thanks to Mr. Li, without Mr. Li, his son's life would have been lost!
"What happened in Luoyue City? Uncle Zhao, please tell me in detail."
Li Jiudao asked.
Luoyue City is a city slightly far away from Qingshan City. It is not smaller than Qingshan City, and there are also many mortals living in it.
"Oh, Mr. Li doesn't know. Only our Qingshan City is a little peaceful now. I heard that except for our Qingshan City, other cities are very chaotic!"
Uncle Zhao sighed heavily and said: "I don't know what happened, but monks appeared in many cities, and they were all not very good-tempered. They would kill everyone in the city if they disagreed, and they didn't take the lives of us mortals at all. look!"
He continued: "Luoyue City is pretty good. I heard that several people in the city were killed!"
