The Resplendent Farming Apothecary

His father was a martial artist, and he was nursed back by his mother's medicine. He was in his 90s, his back was still straight, and his voice was still loud. Many people say that the spiritual head of my father will definitely live to be a hundred years old...

But I didn't expect it to happen so suddenly. In his heart, the father who was like a mountain suddenly came out with news that he was critically ill.

Ling Qixuan tried his best to hold back the tears in his eyes, and he hurried into the back room. The room was full of people, and the mother sat on the small stool, snuggled by the bed, holding her father's hand tightly. The eldest brother, the second brother, and the younger sister surrounded them.

Ling Qixuan lowered his voice and asked, Brother, how is Dad?

Shh-your father is asleep. If you wake him up, be careful that he will beat you all out with a big stick! Come on, don't stick around here, what are you going to do! Gu Ye looked at the wind and dust. The third son rubbed his sour eyes and waved at them.

Gu Ye, who was over eighty years old, looked like he was fifty or sixty years old. Because of proper maintenance, the hair is not much white, the skin on the face is white and delicate, there are few wrinkles, and no age spots can be seen. Still a beautiful and elegant little old lady.

Ling Qixuan's eldest brother Ling Qijun gave him a wink: Go, stop arguing with your father. Let's go out and talk!

The four brothers and sisters withdrew from the room, and let their children go first. Ling Qijun sighed and said, The imperial doctor has seen it and said it is an old disease! With my mother's medical skills and pharmaceutical skills, no matter how serious the disease is, it can be dragged on for several years. But old age is not a disease, it is life! Father... It might not last a few days!

Ling Qijun looked back at the little girl who wiped away her tears, and said to her: You have been sleeping with your mother these days. She is not too young, and her body is weak. If her father is gone, I am afraid that she will not be able to survive...

Ling Xiaomei nodded, trying her best to suppress her crying. When she got married, her father once said that he was her eternal backer. In her heart, her father is a mountain that will never collapse, and he can withstand any difficulties. But today, this backing has collapsed, and she is about to become a fatherless child... Tears couldn't stop flowing down her cheeks, and she couldn't finish it!

Gu Ye looked at her brother Chen quietly, although his hair was already all white, although the skin on his face was no longer smooth, although his eye sockets were deep and pale, but in her heart, he would always be the one who let her go when he first met him. Stunning, a handsome man with a nympho holding his face from time to time.

The person on the bed moved, and she quickly wiped away her tears and showed a smile: Brother Chen, are you awake? Are you thirsty? Do you want to drink honey water?

Ling Juechen slowly opened his eyes, his beautiful amber eyes were filled with sadness: Originally, I was hoping to live a few more years and die behind you. It seems that I can't get my wish!

Gu Ye rolled his eyes at him: You just want me to die early?

Because, the person I'd rather endure parting and sadness is me! Ling Juechen held her hand, his eyes gradually moistening.

Brother Chen, we have agreed that no matter who dies first, we will wait for each other by the Naihe Bridge. I have saved so many people in my life, done so much charity, and the blessings accumulated will definitely keep us alive in the next life. Together! Brother Chen, when the time comes, you must dote on me like this life! Tears flowed down Gu Ye's cheeks, but she kept smiling, letting the tears flow.

Ling Juechen raised his hand with difficulty, wiped the tears from her cheeks, and slowly made a promise: Okay! We will be together forever. I will always hold you in the palm of my hand! I will take a step first, I'll help you explore the way to Huangquan. Don't worry, I'll pick you up when I level the road down below. You have to be well and don't get sick. Those stinky boys take care of others, how can I be careful? If you are not filial, you will move to another courtyard, where the environment is good, and you are used to living there...

Ling Juechen babbled, feeling reluctant to give up, feeling uneasy—his little girl, without him by his side, how could he get used to it?

Well, I'll listen to you! Don't talk so much, take a break and talk slowly! Gu Ye took a pulse for him, and his expression darkened slightly. She knew that this was a return to light, and if she vented her breath, the person would be gone.

Okay, let's talk slowly later... Ling Juechen knew that his life was coming to an end, and his breathing became slower and slower, Let's talk slowly in the next life...

When Gu Ye saw Brother Chen slowly closing his eyes, his heart was suddenly empty. She slowly climbed into the bed, lay side by side with him, and said softly, Yes, we have a lifetime in the next life, slowly...accompany you...speak...

On her ring finger, a red lotus flickered and disappeared without a trace...

Old lady, it's time to give the old lady medicine...

Crack! The sound of the medicine bowl falling came from the inner room, and the four brothers and sisters in the outer room felt tight.

Old Master!—Old Madam!! The maid serving the two made a shrill cry.

Mother? Ling Qixuan's feet softened. Impossible, the doctor said, mother is in good health recently... No, definitely not! !

The four siblings stumbled into the bedroom and saw their father and mother lying side by side on the bed. The father's expression was very serene, the mother's mouth had a slight smile, and the two clasped their hands tightly, as if they were asleep, just like countless nights before...

Father, mother!! Imperial doctor, imperial doctor!!

The imperial physician guarding at Prince Ning's mansion was a direct disciple of Gu Ye. Seeing this scene, his heart suddenly became sour. When I took the pulse of the two, I couldn't feel any beating anymore.

Master and King Ning... have already gone! He didn't expect that his master, the master who created the myth of Double Medicine and Medicine, left so suddenly without any warning!

Father! Mother! The four siblings knelt in front of their parents' bed and burst into tears. The imperial doctor knelt down slowly, tears rolling down...

Ning Wang's mansion went up and down, and wherever he went, he could hear suppressed cries. Gu Yetao and plums are all over the world, even if she is not her own disciple, if someone comes to ask for advice, she will solve his doubts without reservation. There was an endless stream of people who came to offer condolences, and everyone had sadness on their faces.

The young emperor, along with his five-year-old crown prince, put incense sticks on King Ning and the God of Medicine. The children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren of Prince Ning's mansion knelt down a lot, and the mourning hall was full of cries.

Lord Grim, who was dressed in white and handsome, stood outside the mourning hall for a long time, his face full of disappointment. In recent years, in order to prevent his grandniece's pharmaceutical skills from being discovered by people on their side, he often only came here for several years or ten years. Every time, the grandniece would prepare elixir and elixir for him that he could use.

He has witnessed with his own eyes how his grandniece has grown from a pretty girl in her teenage years to a mature woman, a woman who still retains her charm, an old lady with sixties on the temples...

He sighed slowly in his heart - this day will come eventually. But when the day really came, why was there still sadness in his heart that he thought was as hard as a rock?

In the future, no one will stare at his appearance for a long time with envy, and say with envy and hatred, It's good to cultivate immortals, you won't grow old.

No one will take out bottles of elixir as if offering treasures, and ask him for benefits like a child begging for rewards.

There will be no one who tricks him into taking some strange medicine mixed with the spirit medicine. When he had red rashes all over his body and the itching was unbearable, he appeared again with the attitude of a savior, looked at him with compassion, and gave him the antidote as if he was gracious...

That naughty girl who likes to play pranks can only live in his memory forever!

Zeng... Uncle? Ling Qixuan, who had red eyes, looked at Lord Grim, who looked younger than his son, and couldn't say anything in his heart - you are an immortal cultivator, why are you running around through the barrier? Then my heart was slightly sour, could it be that the death of the father and mother was predicted?

Lord Grim glanced at him wordlessly, and said slowly, Sorry!

Ling Qixuan wiped his eyes with his sleeves and said to him, Uncle Zeng, please come with me.

Ling Qixuan took Lord Grim into a yard, pointed to the rows of houses, and said, Here are all the medicinal pills that my mother made for you, and she said that it is enough for you to eat ascension... You... save some food, in the future No one will make medicine for you anymore...

As he spoke, his voice choked.

Lord Grim strolled into a room, and the shelves were filled with all kinds of medicinal pills. These seven or eight rooms together, he couldn't finish eating up to the sky. His throat clenched his fists like cotton wool.