Titled 200 million years

The patriarch said gratefully.

"Your ancestors used to be kind to me. These money is just some of my heart. Please be sure to accept it."

Xia Xun felt that the Su family still needed the money, so he lied.

"I don't know which of our ancestors are friends with you?"

The patriarch asked.

"That was more than 10,000 years ago."

Xia Xun said.

"Ten thousand years ago?"

The patriarch was taken aback, didn't Xia Xun's words mean that he had lived for more than ten thousand years?

"When I passed by Taihao City, I was hungry and cold. It was Su Gong who helped me and gave me a entanglement so that I could reach Daozhou smoothly and then embark on the road of cultivation."

After all, a person who has lived for more than two thousand years, never blinks when he tells a lie.

Not to mention the patriarch, even Su Wanluo couldn't tell that Xia Xun was lying.

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In the end, the patriarch accepted the hundred gold coins.

The previous refusal was entirely due to the lack of merit, and the unreasonable acceptance of gifts from others, which made the patriarch feel like eating food.

Ancient scholars were somewhat pedantic and a little noble.

Xia Xun understood this very well.

Because he used to be such a person, but with time and experience more and more things, these things slowly faded away.

The patriarch believed that it was true. He really thought that Xia Xun had a friendship with his ancestor Su Mingcheng, so he asked about his ancestors.

Xia Xun didn't panic, and said in an orderly manner.

Because Su Wanluo had told him many things about her father before, so he was also a treasurer.

The patriarch took out a pen and paper to write down what Xia Xun said. These things Xia Xun said were unheard of by future generations, and they were of profound commemorative significance.

Finally, Xia Xun and Su Wanluo got up to leave.

The patriarch sincerely invited them to stay for a casual meal.

Xia Xun didn't care.

But he felt that Su Wanluo should still want to stay for this meal, so he agreed.

Because Xia Xun said that he was the old friend of their ancestors, and then sent charcoal in the snow and sent a hundred gold coins, the patriarch treated them as distinguished guests.

Not only did the clansmen go out to buy some good wine and good food, they also brought out the good tea they treasured, the kind that they can't bear to make a cup on weekdays.

Xia Xun was restrained by the patriarch and asked questions.

Su Wanluo was free, walking freely in the courtyard.

Although the Su family is poor, they still attach great importance to studying.

There is a special teacher teaching the children to read and write, and the sound of reading echoes in the courtyard.

Gives the illusion of being in a school.

In this place, Su Wanluo felt at home for the first time in her life.

Looking at the strange faces, they felt strangely kind.

Perhaps this is the feeling of being connected by blood.

Su Wanluo paced in the yard and finally came to the kitchen.

Several women are busy in the kitchen.

Washing vegetables, burning vegetables, burning fire, busy and hot.

Su Wanluo's gaze fell on the woman who was washing dishes next to the ancient well, and she felt a bit familiar.

Seeing that she was struggling to fetch water, she took two steps forward, trying to help her.

But just as she stepped forward, the woman suddenly fell forward and was about to fall into the well.

Su Wanluo's eyes were quick and quick, and he helped him up.

"Are you OK."

Su Wanluo asked with concern.

She felt something wrong with the woman's body.

"Just a little dizzy."

The woman is weak.

Su Wanluo helped her aside and sat down, and then took her pulse.

She found that the woman's pulse was disordered and had irregular stops, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Su Wanluo's medical skills are not brilliant, but she only knows a little bit, so she hurriedly invited Xia Xun over.

After Xia Xun came over, she just glanced at the woman and frowned.

The woman's physical condition is indeed very bad.

He put his hand on the woman's pulse and found that her pulse came slowly, had irregular pulse rhythm, and stopped irregularly.

This is clearly the pulse of death.

There is a record in "Treatise on Febrile Diseases": Cun pulse does not matter at the bottom, it is Yangjue; Chi pulse does not matter at the top, it is Yinjue, and it is dead for none.

Obviously, it has not been a day or two for the woman to get sick, but she has been dragging it all the time, and today she is already at a critically ill condition.

"Is it serious?"

Su Wanluo looked at Xia Xun's face, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"The pulse of death."

Xia Xun said.

"How could it be so serious?"

The patriarch rushed over and asked with a frown.

"It's okay, I knew it would be such a day."

The woman leaned against the wall, her face was a little pale, but she didn't seem to panic. It was obvious that she knew her physical condition very well, and she had expected such a day a long time ago.

As for why she kept dragging her from going to the doctor, Xia Xun knew without asking.

Because of poverty, I look down on illness.

In fact, the woman's illness was originally a minor illness, but it became a serious illness if dragged.

At first, I just occasionally felt the wind and cold, feeling sore and weak all over, and slowly turned into dizziness from time to time, and I couldn't beat my energy.

I thought it was just over fatigue, and my vision was a bit blurred...

In fact, these are all health warnings issued by the body.

Minor illnesses become serious illnesses, and living people become dead.

Xia Xun had seen too many things like this.

In the case of a woman, the ordinary pill has not yet been cured, because it is already very sick, and there are diseases in the internal organs.

At this moment, Su Mu came back with excitement on his face and strode into the yard.

Just as Xia Xun had guessed.

He did find a place where no one was to practice the "Nine Suns", and found that this martial arts secret book was really wonderful, which made him full of confidence in his future.

He felt that as long as he worked hard, he would be able to become a super strong.

"Su Mu, you have come back, your mother is ill."

The tribe quickly said to Su Mu.

"What? My mother fell ill?"

When Su Mu heard this, his whole body trembled for an instant, and then quickly walked to the front, thumped in front of the woman, and knelt down.

Su Wanluo's gaze glanced from Su Mu.

No wonder this woman felt familiar just now, it turned out that she was Su Mu's mother, and their faces were seven to eight similar.

"Mother, what's wrong with you?"

Su Mu tightly grasped the woman's hand and asked with red eyes.

"Silly boy, my mother has known that there is such a day, but I didn't expect to come so early." The woman stretched out her hand, gently stroked Su Mu's cheek, and said lovingly, "You are an adult, but Su Zhe is still young, so take care of him a lot."

"No, mother, you won't die."

Su Zhe knelt on the ground, with red eyes, and shook his head desperately.

Tears pattered down and landed on the bluestone slab.

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Seeing this touching and sad scene, Natsume couldn't help feeling a little bit in her heart.

His gaze glanced from the large pile of unwashed plates next to the well, and the picture of Su Mu vowing to become immortal appeared in his mind.

In fact, Su Mu’s mother’s illness has accumulated to become an illness, coupled with the occasional wind-chill, and has been dragged out of treatment, it has deteriorated to this level.

To put it bluntly, it is exhausted.

His gaze fell on Su Mu again, and Xia Xun suddenly remembered such a sentence-everyone wants to save the world, but no one helps her mother wash the dishes.

Feeling inexplicably true.

ps: Two chapters of 6200, 4000 words short, continue after a break!

Chapter 189 Dried up this bowl of pig blood (third more seeking subscription)

On a certain day of a certain year, Xia Xun came out of the cinema alone.

When I came out, I ran into a father and son.

The boy is young, about four or five years old, and he is learning Superman with his fist raised in front of the cinema.

It is probably infected by the cool super powers of the superman in the movie.

Say to Dad loudly, "Dad, when I grow up, I will also save the world like Superman!"

Dad smiled, lowered his body and said to the child.

"No problem, before you save the world, can you go home and help mom wash the dishes?"

Yes, everyone is thinking about how to meet the right person, but no one wants to work hard to be the right person.

Everyone wants to save the world, but no one helps mother wash the dishes.

At that time, Xia Xun was standing at the entrance of the cinema, lost in consciousness.

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Looking at the Su Mu in front of him, Xia Xun felt that this sentence was so appropriate.

Su Mu wants to become a fairy, wants to change his fate against the sky.

But forgot that there is still a sick mother in his family.

People are always accustomed to throwing all their impatience and bad temper on their mothers without reservation, and then tidy up their mood and go to their own world to fight. They feel that they have worked hard, but they forget that their future and struggle are actually not much like their mother Relationship.

Su Mu's mother is about thirty years old, even if she is a little bit older, but she is vaguely visible in her youth.

She also had years of youth like flowers, but she has also survived the white sideburns now.