After roasting the dried wolf meat, Ula Zhitao washed the clay pot and refilled it with water.

Ala Yanzong took some herbs, washed them, chopped them, put them into a clay pot, and gave Aunt Ula another dose of medicine.

When Aunt Wula was woken up to drink medicine, Aunt Wula's breathing became more rapid, as if she could only breathe out and not in, and her speech became even more feeble.

"My child, it's useless, I can't do it anymore!"

Ala Yanzong grabbed Aunt Ula's left hand and said eagerly: "Aunt Ula will be fine, she will be fine. The recipe taught by Master is very effective."

Aunt Ula was still leaning on Ula Zhitao.

Wula Zhitao held her mother's right hand, frowned, and consoled her with tears in her eyes: "Mom, you must believe in Alayanzong, he will cure you, just drink the medicine first."

Aunt Wula put Alayanzong's and Wulazhitao's hands together, took two quick breaths, and then said: "Yanzong, I will leave the Tao to you, and you must depend on each other."

Ala Yanzong burst into tears and nodded frequently, "Auntie, please don't worry, I will definitely take good care of her."

At this time, Wula Zhitao cried out, "Mother...wu...wu..."

Seeing that the two children agreed to her request, Aunt Ulla's pale face showed a smile.

"This... I feel relieved."

After the persuasion of two people, Aunt Ula finally drank the medicinal soup.

Naturally, the remaining medicinal soup was not wasted, and the two of them drank it equally.

After that, Ala Yanzong cooked some rice porridge for Aunt Ula, but Aunt Ula still only ate two small spoons and could not eat any more.

Aunt Ulla fell asleep again.

The food now is enough to last for several days, but the herbs are becoming less and less.

On this day, Wula Zhitao was still guarding her mother in the cave, while Alayanzong went out alone, mainly looking for medicinal herbs.

He remembered that there was a relatively flat piece of land on the west side of the old Taoist temple, which was once the vegetable garden of the master and his wife. There must be medicinal herbs there, so Alayanzong went straight to the Taoist temple.

The weeds outside the Taoist temple grew taller, some were dry and yellow, and some were new green, but in the end no medicinal herbs were found.

Alayanzong did not give up, and searched again on the sunny side of the northern hillside. Finally, he found a few licorice skullcap plants. Although there were not many, they were enough to make medicine for one time.

Ala Yanzong returned to the Taoist temple, and he wanted to search here again to see if there were any other useful household items.

After moving around a few times, I found a pottery basin with a chipped opening that could hold half of the basin of water. Thinking that having an extra household item would be more convenient, Alayanzong decided to take it back to the cave.

In the easternmost room of the main room of the Taoist temple, Alayanzong saw a broken bed that had been crushed by earth and rocks. The wood had rotted and it could be seen that it had once been a bed.

I heard from Master that he and Master lived here when he was a child, because he was too young and had no memory of this place.

This is what Master told him later when he led him to worship his parents and went up the mountain to visit the Taoist temple.

It was here that the master told him the story of him and the master.

Master's ancestral home is in Qiaolu West Bird City in the north, which is far away from here. Master's family has been practicing medicine for generations, and his grandfather's medical skills are quite good.

He was favored and rewarded by princes, generals and ministers, many patients came here because of his reputation, and the Ala family was once very wealthy.

My grandfather also liked martial arts, but he preferred medicine.

However, the master's father is a martial arts fanatic and has no interest in medical skills at all. He has reached a fanatical level in martial arts.

Since his family was well off, he didn't need to earn money to support his family. Every day he practiced martial arts and competed in martial arts. He had competed with everyone in the castle who liked martial arts.

The more he wins, the less he loses, which further arouses his desire to fight, and he talks wildly about rewarding whoever can defeat him.

One day, a warrior came from outside the country. The master's father was invited by some evildoer. After a duel, the father was beaten to death by the other party.

When my grandfather knew the news, he went to argue, but the other party took out a life and death certificate, but it was a voluntary contest, regardless of life or death.

Grandfather had no choice but to take the body home for burial and also compensate the other party for a sum of money.

After his father's death, his grandfather regarded his master as the apple of his eye and personally taught him how to read and practice martial arts. When he was older, he also taught him medical skills.

The master is different from his father, more like his grandfather. He prefers medical skills and studies prescriptions whenever he has time.

As for martial arts, my grandfather was worried that he would follow in his son's footsteps, so he didn't force him. He wanted his master to focus solely on medical skills.

However, due to the war, the people were unable to protect themselves. My grandfather saw that it was still necessary to practice martial arts to defend himself and save his life, so that the family business could be handed over to the master smoothly.

In order to practice martial arts, my grandfather also hired a teacher for his master to specialize in his martial arts.

Master has dabbled in all kinds of martial arts. Although he has achieved some success, he is not a fanatic. He still focuses on studying medical skills.

The war is chaotic and unjust.

The people were displaced, hungry and cold, so my grandfather was generous and spared his wealth, and soon the family fell into decline. Eventually, my grandfather died of illness because he was old, worried about the country and the people.

Only her mother and her master were left to depend on each other, and they gradually fell into difficulties in life. Later, they sold their property to make ends meet.

A few years later, the city-state rebelled and the people fled.

The master and mother had no choice but to go south to avoid trouble. Unexpectedly, the mother fell ill on the way. Even though the master was a doctor, the master could not cure her, and the mother died.

The master is alone and unwilling to participate in any side's endless war.

The master is kind-hearted and uses martial arts only for self-defense and relies on his medical skills to make a living.

Later, Master went to a Taoist temple and hugged together with more than a dozen fellow refugees who had taken refuge here to keep warm. They cleared wasteland and cultivated land to make a living by themselves.

On weekdays, Master treated the people who came to the Taoist temple to seek medical advice, and he lived in peace for several years.

Later, Master saved the infant Ala Yanzong and brought endless fun to the bachelors in the Taoist temple.

After the master carried Ala Yanzong back to Daoxian, several Taoist priests brought two dead horses up the mountain.

Due to the lack of food, the Taoist priests usually did not avoid meat. With meat, Alayanzong increased nutrition, and he was able to survive and grow healthily.

At the same time, the master took a pair of iron armor left by Ala Yanzong's father in the car and the used three-foot black sword back to the Taoist temple.

However, I heard from Master that they had been in the mountains for several years and had never heard or seen any bandits or bandits nearby. They didn't know where the bandits who kidnapped his parents came from.

A year later, one of the princes' armies recruited Ding soldiers and took a fancy to a dozen Taoist priests in the Taoist temple.

Because these dozen people practiced martial arts with their master on weekdays, they had the courage to resist and refused to obey, so they started fighting.

Ala Yanzong was less than two years old at the time. When he looked out from the inner room to the door, a stray arrow almost shot him to death.

The master was afraid that he would be hurt, so he took him to the back of the mountain.

After dark, the master took him back to the Taoist temple and found that more than a dozen Taoist priests were dead, and there were dozens of corpses lying in the courtyard.

They can be distinguished by the number on their military uniforms, but they are not soldiers of the same army.

The master guessed that in addition to the party that captured them as young men, another group of people came. The two sides fought fiercely, causing casualties, and later withdrew.

But the master also discovered that the Taoist temple had been looted, especially the iron armor and the three-foot black sword belonging to Ala Yanzong's father had disappeared.

The master found a mountain col, and it took one person a day and a night to bury all the bodies.

From then on, the master and the apprentice lived a lonely life in the Taoist temple. Due to the war, few people sought medical treatment, and no one came to give alms, making life extremely difficult.

Later, I heard a tourist say that there was no war in the coastal city-state of Allah and it was relatively peaceful, so Master went there with Alayanzong in his arms.

First, he made a living by practicing medicine, and then he met Wula Zhitao's parents, who said that no one lived in the family next door to them and the yard was idle. Because it was adjacent to a coffin shop to the east, no one came to live in this yard.
Chapter completed!