In the next three days, Chen Bufan stopped and stopped without any trouble.

Everything goes well.

It is dark in the morning and dark in the morning, so time seems to pass very quickly.

Chen Bufan didn't care about these things, and he rushed to the road at night when he wanted to leave.

I don't want to sleep like a big sleep during the day.

Free and free without any constraints.

In the evening, he came to a small village.

There are about a hundred families in this small village, not big or too small.

Logically speaking, at this time, every family should start cooking, with smoke rising from the chimney and smoke rising from the cooking stove.

However, it did not.

When I walked into the village, the doors of every family were closed and I walked on the path without even a figure, which was so quiet that it was unreasonable.

Only Chen Bufan was creaking with the sound of snow creaking under his feet.

Isn't it strange?

Don't you think something is wrong?

Which village is like this?

It would be fine if it was a desolate and abandoned village, but Chen Bufan clearly felt that every household was living in it.

"Tu tu!" Chen Bufan knocked on the door of the family.

"Tu tu!"

Three times in a row, no one responded.

Chen Bufan then changed his family.

The result is the same, exactly the same.

Finally, at a corner, I saw an old man carrying a branch.

When he saw Chen Bufan, his face was filled with panic and turned around and ran away.

How could Chen Bufan miss this opportunity and come forward and seize it.

"Ah? Sir, please spare me, please spare me. I, an old man, have a thin body and are not delicious. Please give me a lot of it. Let me let the old man go."

The old man was almost crying, his gray beard trembled, and he kept begging for mercy.

Fear, timid, scared.

"Old man, I'm not a bad person, I'm just passing by." Chen Bufan said calmly.

"Are you a bad guy?"

"No!" Chen Bufan affirmed again.

"Huh!" The old man slowly let out a sigh of relief, calming himself down while patting his chest.

"I was so scared that I thought I was just touching my back."

"The old man should not die."

"Old man, what happened? I think something is wrong with this village." Chen Bufan asked out of his doubts.

The old man seemed to have thought of something, grabbed Chen Bufan and "Go away."

Chen Bufan let him catch him and walked with him.

The pace was fast and panic.

The two entered a house, closed the door immediately and locked it tightly.

Only after I got it done was the old man really relieved.

"If it weren't for the lack of firewood at home and my wife was sick and couldn't make medicine, I really wouldn't dare to go out, I was worried." The old man wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"Old man, can you tell me now?"

"Come in the house." The old man invited.

One after another, the two of them went to the side room, and an old lady was lying on the kang. She was about sixty years old, with a bad face and coughing from time to time.

"My wife, there are guests at home." The old lady asked weakly, and at the same time showed a kind smile to Chen Bufan.

"I happened to meet it."

The little old man put down the firewood and started to make a fire.

"My wife, my illness is not bad. It's getting dark. Don't make a fire, so as not to suffer a disaster."

"Ahem."

"I'll just hold it over and I'll get over it. It's not too late to wait until tomorrow morning."

The old man shook his head persistently, "No, your disease must be twice a day. If you don't drink this meal at night, it may worsen."

"But……"

"Nothing, but nothing will happen. Old lady, please relax."

"I'm not a serious illness, I can treat it." Chen Bufan took the initiative to propose.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Yeah!" Chen Bufan was not a lie.

As a disciple of the two saints of medicine and martial arts on earth, do you have any problems saying that you are a doctor?

The old lady is just infected with the cold, not a serious illness, she is easy to get it.

Even if it is a terminal illness, Chen Bufan can reverse the world and reverse the yin and yang.

The dead become living, and the living become dead.

The bones of the living dead.

It's not a big deal.

Simple, casual.

Pretending?

Yes, it’s more than a good person.

"You try?"

"Yes." Chen Bufan approached and held the old lady's hand.

Of course, he doesn't have to use any general methods of acupuncture and massage.

You only need to pass through a trace of fairy spirit energy.

With the existence of the immortal spirit, the wind and cold will naturally drive away and will be cured without treatment.

After a few breaths, Chen Bufan let go of his hand.

"How is it? Isn't it good?" the old man asked carefully.

"It's already done."

“???”

"What's the matter, okay?" the old man was surprised.

"Huh? Old man, I feel like I'm having energy and my breathing is getting smoother."

"Not only that, I seem to be a teenager younger." The old lady sat up suddenly, disappearing from the previous illness and was full of energy.

Then he walked downstairs, light and powerful.

"Old man, I'm so fine."

"Oh, thank you guy." The old man bent down and bowed respectfully.

"You're welcome."

"Brother, are you a cultivator?"

Except for practitioners, others do not have such ability.

Living in the fairy world for many years, I am not a cultivator myself, but it does not mean I don’t know.

"Not bad." Chen Bufan admitted.

"Thank God, the practitioners are here, and the disaster in our village may be over." The old man was overjoyed.

"Old man, tell me in detail."

"Get it."

"Old woman, pour some water for the guy to make a pot of tea."
To be continued...