Above the Mysterious Pill Realm is the Realm Realm, and its ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth is beyond Lin Beichen's imagination.
Lin Beichen was silent, his eyes narrowed inadvertently, and he had already remembered the Shangqing Palace in his heart, and he would definitely learn from it when he had the opportunity in the future.
"Brother, this is the tea picked by Shuang'er herself. Please try it quickly."
At this time, Shuang'er held the teacup in both hands and walked in cautiously.
Lin Beichen took the tea cup with both hands, took a sip, showed a smile, and said: "It tastes great, Shuang'er is great."
"Hehe, Shuang'er is so good, Shuang'er..."
The words stopped suddenly, and Shuang'er fell towards the ground without any warning.
Before Lin Beichen could react in his mind, his hands automatically caught Shuang'er's petite body that was about to fall.
"Shuang'er, what's wrong with you!"
Lin Beichen held Shuang'er in his arms and shouted anxiously.
"Cold...so cold..."
Shuang'er kept repeating, her body tightly curled up into a ball, the usual redness on her cheeks had been replaced by a pale color, and wisps of strange cold air continued to float out from her body.
"Brother... put Shuang'er down quickly... Shuang'er is very cold... This is not the first time... Shuang'er will recover on her own after a while..."
Shuang'er exhaled a chilly air and spoke tremblingly.
Lin Beichen looked at the stubborn look on Shuang'er's little face, and felt heartbroken for a moment, and said softly: "Silly Shuang'er, big brother is not cold, big brother will keep you warm."
After that, his arms hugged Shuang'er tighter, hoping to relieve the coldness on Shuang'er's body.
But he soon discovered that this move was of no use. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his palm tightly against Shuang'er's back, and a faint fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly appeared at the joint.
He was injecting spiritual energy into Shuang'er's body, trying to dispel the wisps of cold air emanating from Shuang'er's body.
Soon, he discovered that this move was working. The wisps of cold air were slowly dissipating at a speed that could be observed with the naked eye, and the pale little face gradually regained a trace of blood at this moment.
After thinking, he speeded up the transmission of spiritual energy, then turned to the old man Yin Jue who also stood up and approached because of this sudden situation and said: "Go and call senior here."
Upon hearing this, the old man Yin Jue immediately turned around and walked out of the room.
Not long after, he hurried over with the old man in tow.
"Shuang'er, grandpa is here."
As soon as he entered the door, the old man ran straight to Lin Beichen's side, his expression full of concern for Shuang'er.
When he saw the situation in the room clearly, he swallowed what he was about to say, and then stood aside and waited.
After a while, Lin Beichen removed his palm and breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at Shuang'er who had fallen asleep in his arms without knowing when, with a look of worry on his brows.
He gently carried Shuang'er in his arms to the bed, carefully covered her with the quilt, then turned to look at the two people who were a little overwhelmed, and then pointed to the door with his finger, signaling not to disturb the sleeping Shuang'er. .
The three of them walked quietly to the door. After Lin Beichen gently closed the door of the room, he turned to look at the old man and asked, "What kind of strange disease does Shuang'er have? I heard her say this just now." This is not the first time this has happened.”
When the old man heard this, his expression was full of pity. He sighed softly first, and then said leisurely: "Shuang'er's situation is indeed not the first time. It happens once every two months. In this case, I don’t know what kind of strange disease it is.”
Lin Beichen frowned. He was still young and had insufficient experience. He had no way of knowing why Shuang'er, who seemed to be relatively healthy, suddenly underwent such a drastic change.
This was the first time he had heard of such a strange thing.
"After all these years, is there no solution?"
Lin Beichen pondered for a moment and asked.
"Don't talk about the solution, I can't even tell what kind of disease Shuang'er has."
The old man sighed.
Having said that, the old man fell into deep self-blame.
He hated himself for not having any cultivation skills and being unable to find a solution for Shuang'er.
He hated himself. He could only watch Shuang'er getting sick every time and felt extremely uncomfortable, but he could do nothing about it.
He hated himself, why he was so incompetent, he was really the grandpa of Shuang'er.
"Shuang'er's illness is getting worse. Originally, based on the days, the onset of illness would be next week, but I didn't expect that this time it would be so many days earlier. And this is not the first time that the onset of illness has occurred early."
The old man looked sad and didn't know what to do.
Lin Beichen fell silent immediately after hearing this. After taking a deep breath, he said sincerely: "Senior, why don't you and Shuang'er follow me back to Xuanyuan Sect? I will do everything possible to help Shuang'er cure this strange disease." of."
After a pause, he continued in a very solemn tone: "As for your injury, I am now looking for a cure. As long as I find the dragon's breath and give you some time to grow up, I will definitely treat your injury." Healing, maybe you can use this to take your strength to the next level.”
"Huh?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Little friend Lin, you should stop comforting me. I have never heard of a person who has lost his meridians and can recover his cultivation, let alone his strength. It can be better than before.”
"For Shuang'er's sake, I am willing to let her go with you. But I am an old man, so there is really no need to travel further."
The old man's aging face was full of loneliness. The experience of being a disabled person in the past twenty years had completely shattered his hope of embarking on the path of cultivation again.
He only hoped that Shuang'er could grow up safely and get rid of this strange disease. And letting Shuang'er leave with Lin Beichen is undoubtedly the best way.
After all, he is a useless person and has no way to deal with Shuang'er's strange disease. Instead of following him, he might as well follow Lin Beichen and try to see if he can find a solution.
Seeing the old man resisting again, Lin Beichen pondered for a while and decided not to hide his thoughts anymore. He said softly: "Have you ever heard of Longjin Pill?"
The old man looked confused. After thinking for a moment, he slowly shook his head.
"This elixir is a fourth-level elixir. It is very suitable for your current situation. After taking it, you will have an 80% chance of reshaping the meridians." Lin Beichen continued with a solemn expression: "Although this junior has little talent and knowledge, but now You are already a third-level alchemist, so please follow me back, I will do your best."
At the end, he added: "Just think of it as staying with Shuang'er."
He knew in his heart that the only bond the old man had now was Shuang'er, who was sleeping soundly in the back room.
"Hey, little friend Lin, why do you need to worry so much about me? How can I let you do this with my broken body? I deserve it."
The old man's old face was a little moved. He had also been in the world of cultivation, and he also knew that in the world of cultivation, strength was the most respected.
When you have strength, others will still respect you, but when you no longer have strength, you are lucky that others do not add insult to injury.
This is the normal state in the cultivation world when people take time to drink tea.
In his impression, true love does not seem to exist in the world of cultivation.
Seeing this, Lin Beichen solemnly clasped his fists and said: "If senior hadn't saved me in the mountains, I'm afraid I would have become food in the belly of the wild beast, and the mere pills are not as good as the kindness of senior."
At this moment, the old man's eyes were already a little moist.
He spanned the entire Southern Territory, spent almost the first half of his life in cultivation, and had no children. His few friends all lost contact with him after he became a disabled person.
I had originally thought about living in seclusion in this remote mountainous area where no one knew me, and spending the rest of my life alone.
But he didn't expect that Tianshuang'er would be dependent on him in his later years. Now, by chance, I met Lin Beichen.
But the more this happened, the more the old man didn't want to be with Lin Beichen and become a burden to him.
The world of cultivation is extremely cruel.
The birth of every strong man undoubtedly comes from mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Among them, there will naturally be many enemies.
He was a useless person. If he followed Lin Beichen, he might one day be caught by his enemies and used to blackmail Lin Beichen.
This is not what the old man wants to see.
It doesn't matter that he died. Anyway, if he hadn't been thinking about Shuang'er for so many years, maybe he would have turned into a handful of loess long ago.
Just when the old man wanted to politely refuse again, a slight cough came from the back room.
The three of them looked stunned, then quickly opened the door and walked in.
Shuang'er, who was already sleeping soundly, had woken up at some point and was sitting on the edge of the bed. Her beautiful eyes were red, with tears rolling around them.
Seeing the three people pushing the door open, Shuang'er quickly wiped her tears with her sleeves.
"Shuang'er, what's wrong with you?"
The old man's eyes flashed with a look of pity, and he walked quickly to the bed, with Lin Beichen and others following closely behind.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... Is it because Shuang'er has become naughty? Grandpa doesn't want Shuang'er anymore."
When Shuang'er on the bed saw the old man coming, she couldn't bear it any more. She held the old man's arm tightly and cried loudly.
The cry was so loud that it was very pitiful.
"How could it be? Shuang'er is very good, how could grandpa not want Shuang'er." The old man quickly took Shuang'er into his arms and comforted her.
Lin Beichen, who heard Shuang'er's somewhat incomprehensible words, was slightly startled and confused about the situation in front of him, but he soon understood.
Shuang'er must have woken up a long time ago and heard the conversation between him and the old man just now, and mistakenly thought that the old man was going to give him to Lin Beichen.
For a moment, Lin Beichen burst into laughter.
After a slight hesitation, he said with a wry smile: "Senior, you see, Shuang'er can't live without you."
"Oh, well, I hope my old bones won't cause you any trouble, little friend Lin."
The old man sighed deeply.
"Senior, what did you say?" Lin Beichen laughed, then looked at Shuang'er and asked, "Shuang'er, do you still feel cold now?"
"It's not cold anymore, thank you big brother."
Shuang'er stopped crying and shook her little head.
"That's good, let's set off today." Lin Beichen showed a smile.
