Chapter 40 No matter how big a deal it is, meeting each other is fate

Author: Ging Le

Chapter 40 No matter how big a deal it is, meeting each other is fate

Aning's tone was as cold as ever. This was the first time he had said so many words.

After finishing speaking, he put away the dagger and still sat with Jing Zhao.

Jing Zhao gradually calmed down, his eyes gradually became clear, and he looked around.

An Nanhuai, Shandan, Qing, and the nearly 300 people in this village all put their hopes on him. In this huge bet with the gods, he must win even if he doesn't win!

He has no way out.

Gu Jingzhao said: "Even an ant has the right to fight against the world and choose to survive."

He patted An Ning on the shoulder and said, "Let's go and find Ah Fu. He has to rely on him to come up with this prescription."

Jing Zhao asked two people along the way, and they said they saw Ah Fu going towards the back mountain.

There are often tigers and bears in the mountains. It would be unsafe for a lame man to go there!

Jing Zhao and Aning hurriedly chased into the mountain, but the road up the mountain felt more and more familiar to Jing Zhao. This familiarity was not from the memory in the brain, but from the memory of the body!

It is this body, the experience left behind by the original owner.

Jing Zhao recalled carefully for a moment, and suddenly remembered that the old gentleman who was proficient in the languages ​​​​and writings of seven countries that the original owner knew lived in seclusion in this mountain.

As he walked, he shouted: "Afu."

After walking a long distance, he didn't see anyone. The road was wet and slippery after the rain. He must have been injured on his feet and couldn't walk fast.

Aning suddenly pressed Jing Zhao's shoulder and motioned him to look at his feet.

A series of footprints suddenly appeared in front of me. The incomplete left foot must be Ah Fu!

The two of them hurriedly followed the footprints, but the road became more and more familiar as they walked, and a small courtyard appeared at the end of the footprints. The familiar feeling in Jing Zhao's heart became stronger and stronger.

This is the old gentleman’s address!

Jing Zhao lightly knocked on the door twice, and a man dressed as a waiter came and opened the door, "Mr. Gu, Mr. Ying, please come in."

Jing Zhao was a little amused. This boy's accent was so thick that Ying and Ning couldn't tell them apart.

When the two entered the door, they saw two cranes dancing freely in the yard. Under the locust tree, an old cow lay down. It mooed when they saw the two coming, and then closed its eyes and chewed grass contentedly.

The scene inside the house was completely different from that outside. Jing Zhao suddenly had the illusion that a Wuling man had broken into the Peach Blossom Spring.

The boy brought the two people to the door, "Grandpa, they are here." After saying this, he made an invitation gesture and lifted the bead curtain at the door to let Jing Zhao and Aning in.

The two took off their shoes and entered the house, where they burned incense and cooked tea. An old man with white hair and a childish face sat on a futon, with one tea set facing him and one facing the guests.

Jing Zhao knew at a glance that Ah Fu should be here.

He said: "Mr. Li, does a friend of mine just come here? Can you please come out and meet him?"

The old man chuckled: "If he wants to see you, he will come out."

While they were talking, another waiter put on a new tea set and poured a cup of tea for Jing Zhao and An Ning respectively.

The old man suddenly stared at Jing Zhao for a moment, and his smile spread again, but this time the smile was slightly different from before. "It seems that I want to congratulate little friend Jing Zhao on his new life."

Jing Zhao's heart skipped a beat. What he said...could it be that he was a fake who had resurrected his body?!

He pretended to be confused and said, "Sir, it's a joke."

The old man smiled and said nothing, "A phoenix rises from the fire and is reborn in Nirvana. Jing Zhao, your new journey has just begun." He stroked his beard and said, "I have a message for you. I wonder if Jing Zhao is willing to hear it."

Jing Zhao smiled and said, "Sir, please speak."

The old man said: "Yes or no, everything has its destiny; don't ask about the blooming of flowers, don't ask about the results; cherish it and don't be obsessed with it."

Jing Zhao read it several times secretly, always feeling that this sentence seemed to remind him of something. When he seemed to be about to understand it, he felt that his eyes were foggy and he was always a little confused.

Jing Zhao did not hesitate too much. He pointed at An Ning and said, "Mr. Li, An Ning came with me. Can you give him a message as well?"

Aning's expression was dull. When he first saw this old man, he felt something different from ordinary people.

However, I didn't feel any murderous intent from him, so Aning didn't put up any defense.

The old man looked at Aning for a moment, frowned slightly, and then said with a smile: "Master Ying is full of nobility, but now he is just a dragon swimming in the shallows. The time is not there, but when the time is right, he will surely soar into the sky."

"It is fate that we meet today. I have a message for you." The old man stroked his beard and thought about it for a moment. "If you keep thinking about it, there will be an echo in the end."

After the old man said these words, Aning frowned slightly. He stared at the old man in front of him, as if he wanted to see through him.

But after looking at it for a long time and gaining nothing, he calmly withdrew his gaze and said in a calm voice: "Thank you, sir."

Jing Zhao touched An Ning with his elbow and said, "Mr. Li and his waiters can't seem to tell the difference between Ying and Ning. They all call you Mr. Ying."

"However, little Aning, your destiny seems to be quite good. If you become successful in the future, don't forget me."

Aning glanced at Jing Zhao meaningfully, as if he had something to say, but he thought about it and said nothing.

Aning turned his gaze to the old man: "Mr. Fan, please ask our friend to come out and talk."

The old man smiled and waved to the waiter, asking him to ask Ah Fu if he would like to come out to meet him.

After a moment, Ah Fu's voice sounded from behind the screen: "Little boss, please go back first and leave me alone. I will come back to you after I think of the prescription."

Jing Zhao raised his voice and said, "Come down the mountain with me. I will take care of the medicinal materials. I will find them for you no matter what the precious medicinal materials are. You are the only one who can save those patients."

"We all know the cost of this trial medicine. Shandan and his tribe have never blamed you, and I don't blame you either. Ah Fu, let's go back and find a solution together, okay?"

After a while, Ah Fu came out from behind the screen.

He looked unhappy and sighed softly: "I don't worry too much, but sir, I have all the medical books here. I will stay in seclusion here for a few days, and I will come to you when I think about the medicine."

"Don't worry. Since I promised you to cure this disease, I won't run away halfway. But I still need to read some pharmacopoeias and make a new reliable prescription. I can't have someone kill me every time.

Let’s try the medicine.”

Jing Zhao looked at the old man and said, "Sir, I hope you will forgive my friend for harassing you for a few days."

"No problem." The old man waved his hand and said the same thing: "Meeting each other is fate."

Jing Zhao gave Ah Fu a few more words, asking him to be more careful.

Ah Fu said hello.

Just as he was about to leave, Jing Zhao suddenly thought of another thing.

"By the way, can you give me a prescription that will make people less crazy? I promised An Zhiping that I would cure his father for him."
Chapter completed!