Great Creator

Latest website: Just after the rope sleeve was loosened, a red light was transmitted from the purse.

Pull the rope gently and slowly, spreading the purse.

With his movements, a crystal clear red bead appeared from his purse.

The red beads are slightly smaller than eggs and extremely round.

Looking at the people around him peacefully, seeing that most of them were curious, he was slightly relieved.

But when he saw Dr. Ruan's look, his heart shook again.

Qinglu leaned closer, looked around the beads in Pinghe's hands, and was amazed.

"What the **** is this?"

Qing Lu raised his head and asked.

"General Bing, this is the dragon pill, it is the pill that has been condensed through years of water dragon practice. On that day, a **** came to see me..."

Pinghe talked about the events of that day.

After hearing the events of that day, everyone present was fascinated and sighed at the magic.

Qing Lu also slapped a palm on his slender shoulder, and laughed loudly:

"Since the gods asked you to take it, it's okay. Pinghe. You have a good reputation in the city. I heard that many people thank you. I'm afraid that you are really a monster, so I came over and have a look. This is a gift from the gods, why not put it out in an open manner? Don't worry, there is me in this city, and you won't have anything to do."

Pinghe Shilidao:

"So, Cao Min thanked the general. Since the general said that, from today onwards, when I see a patient, I will hang Long Dan directly on my body for everyone to watch."

Qing Lu laughed and led people away.

And Doctor Ruan's face was blue and white. He never expected that this complaint not only did not have the effect he wanted, but it helped peace.

Seeing that Qinglu had already left, and the patients began to surround Pinghe Daoxi again, Dr. Ruan could only leave in a hurry.

Since then, the reputation of peace has become louder and louder.

Everyone knows that one day Doctor Ping's treasures given by gods were spread by word, and Ping He suddenly gained various names and became more and more respected.

There are also individuals who are jealous, saying that peace is of no use, but only by relying on the power of the red pearl to cure the disease, without the red pearl being nothing.

Hearing these rumors occasionally, Pinghe felt a little bit upset. He knew that he could heal so many people. He really relied on the red bead, but his own medical skills were not bad. Otherwise, if the red bead fell into the hands of people who didn’t understand medical skills, he would not only be able to use it to turn stones into gold. , None of the other abilities are needed.

Although Hongzhu will hang out openly during the consultation, Pinghe tried his best to prevent others from touching it.

Several of his friends in school heard about it, and they were all amazed by the peace.

However, even if they asked Pinghe to borrow the red beads to touch, Pinghe never agreed.

Fortunately, the four of them are all true friends, and they don't mind too much.

Among them, Fan Guang can be regarded as the friend who cares about him most.

Moreover, Fan Guang's family background is acceptable, so he learned martial arts in addition to literature. Although martial arts is not very good, it is much better than ordinary people.

Ever since Pinghe made Hongzhu's affairs public, Fan Guang has often sent him home, worrying about what trouble he might encounter.

On that day, Pinghe went to the deli shop near the temple after seeing a doctor in the city, and bought a roast chicken for his mother.

On the way back, Fan Guang accompanied him.

On the road, two friends casually chatted about some recent domestic affairs.

Fan Guang said, Mi Long said, Changguo's recent war has been unfavorable one after another, and it is time for the whole country to fight the enemy together. It's just that there are too many faint officials in the royal capital, and the hearts of the people are uneven. His father was just a superintendent, who could speak, but had no real power, so he couldn't make much difference.

Peace can't help but sigh.

Fan Guang said again: "Fortunately, I have you. Do you know that, now there are rumors outside that you were sent by the gods to save Changguo."

Pinghe smiled and said: "Big talk again, I just happened to be right, and do my best to do good deeds."

"Hahaha, ridiculously ridiculous, Dachang Kingdom is about to end, and there are still people who can't figure it out. They are thinking about saving the big ship that has capsized, but I am afraid that the mud bodhisattva will cross the river in the end and it is difficult to protect themselves."

Suddenly a mad voice came from the side of the road.

Fan Guang and Pinghe looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a man with old clothes and a little disheveled hair coming out of the oblique stab. He seemed to be a homeless man.

"What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

Fan Guang asked straightforwardly, his complexion inevitably sinking.

"This Dachangguo, it's over!"

The homeless man tilted his head and looked at Pinghe and Fan Guang, his voice mellowed.

"What are you talking about? I'm afraid it was not a spy sent by Jing Guo!"

Fan Guang was irritated by this person and couldn't help getting angry.

"Wait, Brother Fan." Pinghe stopped Fan Guang.

He is very observant, and although the person who speaks looks bad, his eyes are very bright.

Moreover, what he said also seemed to have profound meaning.

"This brother," Pinghe said, "Why do you say these things to me?"

"Do you think I'm talking to you? No, no."

The tramp laughed loudly.

"I'm just talking to myself, but you guys are putting on yourself, ridiculous, ridiculous!"

He was so ridiculous that he didn't know what to do in peace.

"Haha, Chi Fu shakes the tree, it's ridiculous. It's ridiculous. It's hard to save a car from a glass of water..."

The tramp sat on the ground, shaking his head and laughing wildly.

How did Pinghe feel that there was something in his words, and he quickly looked solemn, and said respectfully to the tramp:

"Sir, can you take a step to speak, sir must have something to teach me."

The man ignored him.

At this moment, another person came by the side of the road. The person wrapped a large chicken leg in oil paper with his left hand and walked over while gnawing.

"Hey, madman, go back to take medicine!"

Huang Si walked to Lu Cheng who was sitting on the ground, stuck his neck with one hand, and said.

Both Fan Guang and Pinghe were taken aback.

madman?

They even chatted with the madman for a long time?

I saw Lu Cheng waving his arms and struggling desperately, but it seemed that he couldn't get rid of the hand holding the back of his neck.

"I don't want to go back! I don't want to take medicine! Da Changguo is sick~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Why should I take medicine?!"

Lu Cheng yelled.

Huang Si dragged him and looked up at Fan Guang and Pinghe.

"Sorry, my lunatic has caused you trouble."

Ping He was still in shock, and shook his head blankly and said, "It's okay, it's okay..."

No matter how he heard it, he felt that the madman's words were still very meaningful.

"Oh, by the way, are you a doctor? I heard that it is a famous genius doctor recently?"

Huang Si asked Ping He blankly, and pointed at Lu Cheng again.

"Can you cure the madness?"

"This..." Hesitated peacefully, nodded and said: "I'll give it a try."

He put his hand in his arms and held the red bead.