"Come here!" Meng Fan said to the little girl.
There was some fear on the little girl's face. She looked at Meng Fan, then looked back in the direction of the village. She bit her lip and hesitated for several seconds, but still did not dare to go to Meng Fan.
Meng Fan smiled, walked down the stone slab, and came to the big tree where the little girl was hiding.
"You've been looking at me here for a long time. What are you looking at?" He walked up to the little girl and asked with a smile on his face.
Under normal circumstances, he would not waste time taking the initiative to chat with a child.
But in this situation, it was a special fate that this little girl stared at him for so long. In addition, Meng Fan was indeed curious, why did this girl stare at him for so long?
It can't just be because you are handsome, right?
After all, a child of six or seven years old should not care much about beauty or ugliness.
"Brother, are you an immortal?" When the little girl saw the smile on Meng Fan's face, she gradually let go of her nervousness and vigilance.
Men who are too handsome always tend to give others a sense of security, especially women.
Although this girl is still young, she instinctively feels a sense of security and subconsciously feels that Meng Fan is not a bad person.
Meng Fan immediately laughed and said with a hint of teasing: "Brother is indeed an immortal. Do you want to practice and become an immortal with me?"
It is normal and not uncommon for children to have the fantasy of cultivating themselves to become immortals.
Meng Fan also had it when he was a child!
So Meng Fan subconsciously thought that this little girl just had a simple "dream of cultivating immortality".
Unfortunately, not everyone can practice immortality. You must first have spiritual roots to be qualified to practice.
And among a hundred mortals, if one person has spiritual roots, it is already considered good.
The little girl shook her head and said: "I once heard Mr. Shu say that only those immortals in the immortal sect can meditate all day long.
I saw you meditating here in the morning. I passed by here in the afternoon and saw you still meditating, so I was wondering if you were the immortal the storyteller said.
I don't want to become a fairy, I just want to cure my mother's illness.
Big brother, if you are an immortal, can you save my mother? I will treat you to a pear! "
The little girl stretched out her dirty little hands and took out a pear from her pocket.
The pear is not big, and a small piece of it is black, slightly spoiled.
But looking at the little girl's reluctant and pitiful expression, Meng Fan understood that this was already her most precious treasure, and she couldn't bear to eat it.
To be honest, Meng Fan felt that he was the kind of person with a rock-like heart who rarely showed any compassion, let alone overflowing with sympathy.
But there are some things that you can ignore if you haven't encountered them. Now that you have encountered them, it is difficult for him to ignore them.
Meng Fan does not consider himself a good person in the traditional sense, but even if he is not a good person, he still has good intentions in his heart.
Even villains in the traditional sense sometimes have a trace of kindness in their hearts, which cannot be erased.
So Meng Fan touched the little girl's head. She didn't mind it and said with a smile, "What disease does your mother have?"
The little girl shook her head and said: "I don't know, the doctor in the village said that my mother is dying and there is no way to save her.
Brother Immortal, please, save my mother!
If her mother dies, Yin Yin will be left alone, and Yin Yin will not be able to survive. "
This is not a lie. Born in a place like this, it is indeed difficult for a child to survive if all his relatives have died.
Listening to what this little girl named Yinyin just said, her father should be dead long ago, and her only relative is her mother.
Meng Fan sighed and said to Yinyin: "Let's go, take me to see your mother."
He had just recovered his true energy and had nothing to do. Since he encountered such a thing, Meng Fan didn't mind helping him.
Of course, if you can't help, there's nothing you can do.
After all, although Meng Fan is a monk at the fourth level of Dan Condensation, not a doctor.
Some cultivators can easily treat the illnesses of mortals.
But there are some diseases that even cultivators can’t do anything about!
After all, immortal cultivators are just immortal cultivators, not real immortals.
Soon Meng Fan followed Yinyin to Yinyin's residence.
This is a dilapidated thatched house that has been in disrepair for a long time, and the sun even shines through the roof.
This means that on rainy days, rainwater will also leak in from here.
Meng Fan took a deep breath, feeling helpless.
Poverty is inevitable in any world, anywhere, and he will not naively want to change it.
To put it bluntly, a person's destiny in this life is destined. If you are destined to be poor, you will be poor and it will be difficult to change.
Of course, this is not absolute!
There are people in the world who defy nature and change their fate, there is no doubt about this.
But there cannot be one such person among ten thousand people. There is truly no one among ten thousand.
Who can guarantee that he is one of the ten thousand?
Even if you are lucky enough to be one of the ten thousand, there are still 9,999 mediocre people, and no one can change this.
This is life!
Meng Fan shook his head to expel these meaningless thoughts and emotions from his mind, and then walked to a table.
"Yinyin, are there guests?"
On top of the collapse, there was a woman lying. Her clothes were stained and a little thin because the weather was getting cold now!
"Mother, Yinyin met an immortal, and Yinyin brought the immortal back. The immortal will definitely be able to cure your illness, and your illness will definitely be cured." Yinyin's face showed excitement and excitement, and then her eyes flashed. Said extremely seriously.
After hearing Yin Yin's words, the woman frowned subconsciously, and then just a second later, she took the initiative to relax her brows and said to Yin Yin: "Yin Yin, you go out to play for a while, mother is a little nervous." I have to talk to this immortal."
Yin Yin said anxiously: "But mother, Yin Yin wants to watch the immortal cure your illness."
The woman got up with difficulty, sat cross-legged on the bed, then fumbled around, touched Yin Yin's head, and said with a smile: "Yin Yin, be good, adults are talking, and children can't eavesdrop, otherwise my mother will be angry. "
Yinyin pursed her lips and looked unhappy, but she still left the room obediently and went outside to wait.
My mother said she was good, not just casually, she was really good.
"You think I'm a liar and you don't want your daughter to be sad, so you sent your daughter away and then questioned me?" Meng Fan spoke directly to the woman.
Naturally, he wouldn't know what the woman was thinking.
In this situation, if you put yourself in his shoes, everyone would think you are a liar.
Even Meng Fan himself would think so.
