With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

Song Yu took the paper and glanced at it. It was a grass with four leaves, but the leaves grew very strangely, like the tail feathers of a phoenix in the legend. Little by little, it changes to fiery red, which is very beautiful and eye-catching.

"I don't know the name of this herb, but I call it Phoenix Immortal Grass. A single leaf can prolong a person's life for half a year. If you go to the hidden door, you can look for it. Maybe it can help Zebao." Mr. Bo road.

What Zebao needs most is time, time for Yu'er to find his relatives.

"Thank you, Mr. Bo." Song Yu thanked him solemnly.

"In my impression, it looks like this." Mr. Bo's tone was obviously sad, and he said: "Some things, I can only tell you two, the origin of this herb, I dreamed last night Only then can I see the whole picture.”

Song Yu and Fu Hanyu looked at each other, and listened carefully to what he said next.

Mr. Bo said that when he was one year old, his grandfather had cancer, which was already at an advanced stage, and was sentenced to death by the most powerful national players at that time.

But at that time, it was the most turbulent period for the country. If he passed away, or people found out that he had an incurable disease, the spearheads of all countries in the world would be aimed at Hua, and the major forces in the country would also be ready to move. To a devastating blow.

That day.

He remembered that it was raining heavily.

Grandpa was in his house, rocking his cradle to play with him, and a fairy-like old man came.

It was obviously raining outside, and the old man didn't hold an umbrella, but there was no rain on his body.

The old man gave his grandfather a piece of fairy grass like a phoenix tail that he drew in his painting, and told his grandfather that after eating it, his life span could be extended by half a year.

After Grandpa ate it, his body really recovered. He looked healthy and strong like before he got sick. He began to appear on various occasions to break the rumors.

Half a year gave Grandpa enough time to buffer and plan.

Half a year later, the transition of rights was smooth without causing the slightest turmoil.

Grandpa also passed away peacefully on the day when the half-year time limit came.

When Mr. Bo said this, there was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and he said sadly: "At that time, neither grandpa nor the old man expected that only one year old me could remember things, and they didn't avoid me when they talked. "

He remembered that incident, but he couldn't remember what the herb looked like.

Until yesterday when I took a nap, I dreamed that the old man and grandpa were playing chess in the gazebo facing each other.

It was raining heavily, and on the table, there was that medicinal herb with four leaves, in the shape of fiery red phoenix feathers, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

"I will definitely look for that old man, and I will also inquire about it." Song Yu said.

She knew that Mr. Bo suspected that the old man and the magical leaf both came from the hidden door.

"Yu'er, it's not convenient for me to draw that old man's face. Let me tell you what he looks like in my eyes. If you can meet him, thank him for me." Mr. Bo said .

Thank you for showing up at that time, saving grandpa, and helping grandpa stabilize the situation in Huaguo.

After listening to him describe the old man's appearance and temperament, Song Yu nodded seriously and said, "I remember, if I can meet, I will definitely convey it."

A fairy-tale old man.

Through Sister Wen Zining, she also understood the hidden door. In the hidden door, the realm of warriors, if they reach the peak of heaven, their life expectancy can be as high as three hundred years.

However, warriors who can reach this level are geniuses among geniuses, and they can already be called land gods. There is not one warrior out of tens of millions.

Mr. Bo nodded, got in the car and left.

When Song Yu and Fu Hanyu went back.

Huge, five-story birthday cakes have been rolled out.

All over the banquet hall, people who were making friends with each other also began to move towards the birthday cake, preparing to formally congratulate Mr. Fu on his birthday.

When the young master's gang saw Song Yu, they rushed over to greet her, surrounded her, and they were all very excited.

They knew Sister Yu'er's metaphysics, her medical skills were excellent, she could cure any disease, and she could see all kinds of Feng Shui, but they really didn't know that she was a member of the chief medical team, and she was the leader of their heart to the motherland.

"Sister Yu'er, you must make me a sachet."

"Sister Yu'er, I want two."

"I want three."

"I want five."

"I want ten."

A group of young people were very noisy and proud. They raised their heads and chests up like a proud big rooster, and deliberately looked at those who had laughed at Song Yu before.

Song Yu was not impatient at all, and agreed one by one, saying that no matter how much he wanted, he would take care of it.

The people next to them all looked at them enviously, envious that they could talk to Song Yu like this, and ask her directly for a sachet like this.

Diagonally opposite.

Crowd shelter.

Situ Feiqing lazily sat on the sofa, shaking the red wine in the goblet, through the gaps in the crowd, saw Song Yu holding a piece of folded paper in his hand, and narrowed his fox eyes slightly.

When she went out, there was nothing in her hand.

That piece of paper must have been given to her by Mr. Bo.

As he thought about it, a ghostly smile appeared on the corners of his lips, and he suddenly closed his eyes.

at the same time.

Following Song Yu, a handsome young man excitedly talking to her, his eyes froze for a moment.

The next moment, he staggered and ran towards Song Yu.