Everyone in Lijia Village knows the wood carvings in front of him. Most people have visited Li Chunqiu's place for medical treatment, so naturally they will not miss the wood carvings he often carved in his hands.

But no one knows why the old village chief brought these wood carvings, but now they seem to understand a little.

The large tribe members of Lijia Village watched the old village chief hold the wood carving in his hand, and invisible fluctuations appeared again. The next moment, the emerald green glow suddenly appeared on the wood carving, and endless vitality emerged from the wood carving in the old village chief's hand.

On the Zhuque Avenue in Chang'an City, covered with stone slabs, tender grass buds began to swarm out from the underground, and people close to the old village chief also began to feel the indescribable vitality pouring into their bodies.

Everyone looked at the wood carving in surprise in the old village chief’s hand. Is this the ability of wood carving?

Everyone knows that this wood carving was carved from the doctor from afar in the village. If this wood carving was carved by him, is Mr. Li really a simple doctor?

After he happened to come to Lijia Village, was it really a coincidence that Lijia Village woke up one after another?

The brilliant light still shines, as if a certain state of life sprouting was recalled from the indescribable form.

The warm feeling is like seeing the warm sunshine in the dark winter of the twelfth lunar month.

The old village chief could feel the energy in his body being revived, just like a new source injected into the river.

A quarter of an hour later, the old village chief slowly opened his eyes and then put down the wood carving in his hand. The emerald green light instantly converged, and the feeling of surging vitality disappeared with the disappearance of the light.

Laocun looked at the wood carvings in his hand. Although he knew that these wood carvings were magical and even used them more than once, he was still shocked by the wood carvings.

This is the same power they inherited from their ancestors, and it is a power that does not belong to the human world.

As if he noticed the confused gaze of the villagers, the old village chief stood up and said:

"I will tell you some things, the time comes."

Li Chunqiu said that he didn't want too many people to disturb him, so the old village chief could only hide it.

Fortunately, with the prestige of the old village chief, if he didn't want to say it, the tribe members of Lijia Village would not ask. They believed in their village chief. This old man, who was in his seventies, had lived in the village for seventy years. No one would hope that the village would get better and better than him, and no one would hope that the Li family would be more prosperous than him.

This is prestige.

The old village chief brought his hat back to his head and glanced at everyone and said:

"Now, we still have something to do."

"Where are those officials?"

At this time, the only one on Zhuque Avenue was the old village chief and his group. The people of Chang'an were staying in their doors, fearing that they would cause disaster.

The strange atmosphere in Chang'an City was like a black cloud covering the city, suffocating everyone.

And the officials rescued from the Hall of Paradise disappeared.

The old man in iron said:

"Those officials went to prepare and said they wanted to find a way to solve the 40,000 elite soldiers left by An Lushan."

"What about Old Man Li?" The old village chief looked around and found that there were few people in Lijia Village, and he was still Old Man Li who had always talked a lot.

The old man who made a fool continued to speak:

"Old Man Li escorted some of them to go. He refused the invitation from those people to the villagers, but went there himself."

The old village chief instantly understood the feelings of his childhood playmate.

"Want to save Kaiyuan?"

In the three hundred years of prosperity, even if Lijia Village and the Kaiyuan royal family had grudges, they still wanted the dynasty to continue.

This is a habit of belonging and being integrated into history.

"I'm afraid it's yes." The old man in iron nodded, and he was very aware of his fellow generations.

What Old Man Li thoughts are the ones they think.

The old village chief raised his head, looked at the dazzling sunshine at noon, and said loudly:

"Then save it first."

The one who lives at the entrance of the village said that their heroic spirit is always much worse than that of their ancestors, and the old village chief has already understood what the difference is.

They did lose some of their magnanimity, but at this moment Lijia Village was unwilling to lose some of their magnanimity.

Since everyone wants to save it, save it.

So what if there are 40,000 elite soldiers? When our ancestors were there, would there be no 40,000 elite soldiers in Chang'an?

"Where did those officials go?" the old village chief asked.

"Prime Minister's Mansion."

………

At this time, the atmosphere in the prime minister's mansion was as low as a cemetery in the middle of the night. The six ministers and the prime minister kept silent.

Something big happened today here:

Emperor Kaiyuan is critically ill!

It was obvious that everything was fine when he was brought to the prime minister's mansion, but not long after entering the mansion, the emperor spoke and vomited blood.

The vomited blood was black and had a fishy smell.

After the examination of the chief imperial physician, Doctor Chu, told everyone with a heavy expression that the emperor was not a drug, but a poison.

However, this poison appears as a drug when it is lurking normally. Once the antidote is not taken on time, it will become highly toxic.

It was obvious that this was to use poison to hang the emperor's tone, but he did not expect that the emperor was rescued, so the poison attacked.

Emperor Kaiyuan is afraid that he will not survive today.

The imperial city disappeared, and all the emperor's bloodlines disappeared, and now the emperor is in danger, which is really adding fuel to the fire.

Everyone was silent like a scroll.

At this moment, a sudden twist in the void occurred, and the group of people from Lijia Village walked in from the lobby, as if they had walked into this world from another world.

“What happened?”

When the old village chief saw the silent people, he realized that something was wrong. Even when he was trapped in the Pure Land Hall, Du Chenxue had never been so serious.

After seeing that it was the old village chief, Du Chenxue breathed a sigh of relief. If An Lushan's men brought them up at this time, then Kaiyuan would probably be until today.

"The emperor was poisoned and his life was only day and night."

The old village chief's eyebrows instantly twisted into a mohua. Why did he fall into a coma for a while and so many things happened?

"Isn't dead yet?"

The Minister of Rites glared at the old village chief and corrected:

"Can the emperor call death? That's death."

The old village chief shook his head and said:

"No matter whether you die or not, take me to the emperor."

"What are you going to do?" Du Chenxue said.

"Of course it's saving people."

Du Chenxue raised her head and stared at the old village chief for a long time, then stood up and said:

"Follow me."

He has seen the magic of the old village chief, and the method that is like a god and a demon is still in front of him.

Du Chenxue thought to himself: If there is really someone in Chang'an City who can save the emperor, I'm afraid it's the one in front of you.
Chapter completed!