Chapter 58
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The sky was gradually overcast, and dark clouds came from the horizon, covering the blood like setting sun. The wind swept the trees, full of wind and rain is about to come, it makes people panic.
Slowly, drop by drop, the rain hit the roof. As the rain grew, it fell from the eaves to the ground. The sound of rain also makes the room very warm.
Lin Zhizhi woke up in this atmosphere.
His first feeling when he became conscious was pain. And the pain is different from the usual feeling of injury, but mixed with incomparable weakness, as if into a mortal.
The black haired boy took a breath, bit his lips, opened his eyes and saw where he was. It was a strange cabin, and he was lying on the ground. He supported the ground with his hand and wanted to sit up. However, the injury of his whole body made him fall back again. His brow was frowning and he could not help moaning.
His appearance at the moment is very embarrassed, elegant clothes are full of scars, especially the abdomen, dyed into blood. The hair fell down and ran disorderly into a river of ink. However, all of these did not damage his appearance, and even set off his delicate facial features. As a result of the injury, his lips turned white, and it seemed that he was a little sick, which made people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him in a low voice. He is like a light night pearl like fog, illuminating the whole dark room.
This groan is very low, with the youth's unique cold, there is a contradiction of temptation, but also successfully broke the rain in the quiet cabin. The boy sitting by the fire looked back at Lin Zhizhi on the ground and said, "you wake up."
Lin Zhizhi's chest heaved, lying on the ground, turned his head to look at the owner of the house.
Obviously, he was not very old, but he was handsome. He was picking up useful branches from the firewood pile, breaking them and putting them into the fire to make the flame neither too vigorous nor nearly extinguished.
"You saved me?"
The boy didn't answer him. He picked up the big stick and poked the branch in the fire to make the fire more vigorous.
"Thank you for your help. May I have your name? Can you tell me where this place is? " Lin Zhizhi sat up slowly, trying not to move the wound in his abdomen, and the rough blanket that covered him slipped down. He just tried to mobilize the aura in his body, but he found a very tragic fact: I don't know whether it was because of the teleportation array, or whether the injury was so serious that he couldn't feel the aura in his body at all.
At this time, he was like a mortal who was seriously injured. He had no strength to bind a chicken. The spirit and the system, both in the fierce space transmission by the huge damage, both fell into a deep sleep.
He was a little alarmed by the discovery.
"Fuqi village."
The boy ignored his first question, said briefly, then turned his head and continued to stare intently at the fire.
Lin Zhizhi searched his mind for a village with this name in his memory, so he wanted to expand the scope and asked hesitantly, "what's the landmark around here Where is it? "
"Yeshan, linghancheng, caoyuzong."
The other party reported three place names at a time, but Lin Zhi didn't know any of them. He tentatively continued to expand: "a larger scope
The boy was silent and gave three words cleanly: "I don't know."
Lin Zhizhi is immortal, and he wants to get something out of the young man's mouth. Although the boy didn't look very talkative, he couldn't bear Lin Zhizhi's good looks I will explain the general process of finding him.
Every day, the boy would go hunting in the nearby wild mountains. When he came back with a full load of prey, he met Lin Zhizhi, who was lying on the hillside. At that time, he was as angry as a gossamer, and his whole body was dripping with blood. He looked like he was about to die. The young man just looked at him for the first time, then worried about causing trouble and prepared to make a detour.
But at that time, Lin Zhizhi reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, which startled him. When he looked down again, he fainted again.
The young man lived alone. Although he was defensive, he was young after all. In addition, the weather was getting overcast, and there were wild animals on the mountain. Unable to watch Lin Zhizhi stay there to die, he brought him back and found some cloth to bandage the abdominal wound.
After hearing the story, Lin Zhizhi said thanks again, in exchange for the young man waving his hand indifferently. Seeing the other party's impatience, he was worried that the other party would throw him out. Lin Zhizhi followed the other party's mind and kept silent. He thought about the current situation in his heart for a while.
The desperate teleportation has no chance to save his life. It's lucky to meet this young man. Each transmission of the ancient transmission array will span a great distance, even if it is possible to cross to another continent. Now what he has to do is to restore his cultivation as far as possible, find out where he is, and inform the clan. As for the magic cultivation, the location of each transmission of the ancient transmission array is not fixed, and I don't think I can catch up with it here
It looked warm and dry around the fire, which made the young master of the Lin family shiver in the dark. His face turned pale, and he coughed.He had never been so weak. He was seriously injured, and he almost became a mortal. He had no spiritual power and could not even break the heaven and earth precepts. The chain reaction of this external injury is inner weakness.
The cold that could have been withstood was magnified infinitely.
Lin Zhizhi hesitated and asked, "can I get there?"
The boy hesitated for a while, and finally nodded under Lin Zhizhi's expectant eyes.
This room is not big. It is the most common wooden house in a mortal village. It has only one bed. The distance between the fire and the window is usually two or three steps. But now, in Lin Zhizhi's state, he seems to have exhausted his strength even when he gets up.
The young man looked at him, but didn't get up to help him. His long, sharp black eyes were like eagle eyes, staring at Lin Zhizhi tightly, as if he was really hurt.
If it's an ordinary person, 80% of them have died when they are so seriously injured. Only those with great perseverance can survive to this time, and like this man in front of us, we can still move Plus his clothes -
"are you a practitioner?" The boy came over and grabbed Lin Zhizhi by the shoulder. He helped him to the grass by the fire and sat down. He himself sat on a small stool and looked at Lin Zhidao.
The young man with black hair leaned his head against the wall wearily. The fire made his numb fingers feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time. He looked at the leaping fire for a while, and after a period of time, he gave a slow "en".
The boy didn't urge him this time. He waited patiently for his answer, and he was silent. After a long time, he said, "that's good."
There is no mortal curiosity or fear for the practitioners, only envy.
The light of fire leaped back and forth in his pupils, showing a golden and red color. He crossed his hands over his chin and repeated, "that's good."
It seems that "cultivation of truth" is his weakness.
Ordinary people are always curious and full of fear about the practitioners. Looking at the boy's appearance, it is obvious that he had been in contact with the practitioners before. In ordinary times, Lin Zhizhi might be interested in exploring. But now the state, he just listened to, are too lazy to make a perfunctory expression.
Fortunately, the other party did not want to get his response, even after a second, convergence back expression, but also flashed a trace of regret, immediately stood up.
Lin Zhizhi was startled by his movement. He turned his eyes away from the fire and watched the boy who saved himself walk aside and take off his coat. Wearing only one layer of inner garment, he hung his patched outer garment on the chair, went to the only bed in the room, and lay down with his back to Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi noticed that even when he was sleeping, he was tight. There is also a sharp knife beside the pillow to prepare for a sudden attack.
This is Shy?
The young master of the Lin family tilted his head, looked back at the fire, stretched out his finger, closed his eyes beside the fire, and fell asleep. The young man fell asleep quickly without spiritual support.
The rain was pouring outside the window, but the room was warm and quiet.
The time of one night soon flowed by.
In the early morning, Lin Zhizhi was woken up by the movement of the owner of the house. He moved his body and found that after sitting and sleeping all night, his whole body felt as if he had been bitten by a dog. He tried to stand up and stretch out in pain.
The boy who saved him has quickly changed into his clothes. Ignoring Lin Zhizhi, he is ready to go out with a machete by his pillow. At the moment of opening the door, he turned back and left a sentence: "steamed bread is on the table, you can wear my clothes." He went out.
It looks very lonely and proud, but in fact, it's very kind-hearted.
Besides steamed bread and clothes, there was also a small bottle of old wound medicine on the table.
While there is no one in the room, Lin Zhizhi simply takes off his clothes and plans to take a good look at the wounds on his whole body. His body is beautiful, no less than his appearance, even better. It's not too thin, but it has flexible abdominal muscles, but the wounds destroy the beauty of the body.
Some parts of Jianzong's school uniform had been stained with blood on the wound. Lin Zhizhi thought about it. He went to the water basin in the corner of the room to scoop up some water, tore open his clothes, washed the wound with this water, and then applied the wound medicine. The biggest wound in his abdomen had been treated by the teenager yesterday, and he didn't move when he was tied up.
The young master of the Lin family was born in a noble family since he was a child, and his journey is smooth. Except this time, the biggest pain so far was in the secret place - at that time, he still had cultivation, and his aura protected the wound, but the pain was not obvious. But this is equivalent to completely reduced to mortal, let him really so bandage, he can't do.
He can bandage, in fact, is to make a few circles, far less than this young man's proficiency.
Lin Zhizhi washed his face again with clean water, put on the cloth clothes on the table, and put up his long hair. He was a good boy again. Last night's cold made him yearn for the sun. He moved a chair and put it at the door. He sat in it, covering his abdomen, lazily basking in the sun and trying to feel the aura in the air.The most common patched coarse linen clothes don't look cheap on him. The young man's eyebrows are full of Fairy Spirit, just like a fairy who has fallen into the world by chance.
The sky was blue after the heavy rain, and the bright sun rose in the East. Between the quiet villages, smoke came from the kitchen and the sound of words.
It's a worldly thing.
The world of cultivating truth and the world of worldly life are two worlds. Most of the people who cultivate truth are superior and will not be involved with worldly people. Although Lin Zhi liked to run to the secular world when he was a child, he still had a high mentality.
He respects the operation of the secular, curious about every life, but will not be involved with them.
However, this accident forced him to integrate into the village as a mortal.
It's an ordinary village.
"Bang -"
just when Lin Zhizhi didn't feel the aura, but was exposed to the gentle sunshine, the sound of the knife cutting the air in the corner attracted his attention.
Lin Zhizhi moved his body and looked up. He saw that the boy was cutting wood with the sharp knife in the side yard.
He had a straight horse step, sweat dripping down his cheek, and he was chopping again and again. He looked as if he was practicing some peerless martial arts instead of cutting firewood.
Lin Zhixiang believes that serious people are always worthy of respect. He felt his chin and thought that if he had a chance, he could be introduced to a clan - for the sake of saving himself.
"The wild seed is chopping firewood again!"
"Why are you still here? How dirty
All of a sudden, a group of children came from a distance. They stopped in front of the fence, pointing at the teenagers and mocking with disgust.
The boy's face was numb. He wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and continued to chop firewood. It seemed that he was used to these insults and ignored them.
"I've come to scold you every day. I'm tired!"
"Wild seed is shameless!"
"EH - do you think that man belongs to the wild breeder?" These children continue to scold the world. One of them, a little fat man with two plateau red faces, grabs his companion's hand, points to Lin Zhizhi on the chair, and asks puzzledly.
The companion who was caught by him was stunned. Obviously, he didn't know the identity of Lin Zhizhi: "I haven't seen him, but he must be a bad guy at the door of wild seed's house! Haven't you heard your mother say that if you want to stay away from the wild, those who stay with him will get worse! Even with him
The little fat man was puzzled: "but But he looks good! My mother also said, "those who look good are not bad people!"
#The world of face! #
"this There is some truth in this. My father has always asked me to ask for a better daughter-in-law... " His companion wiped his nose and his attention was absorbed by Lin Zhizhi. He had no time to take care of the boy.
Lin Zhizhi, who has been listening to them all the time: "I'm not sure."
I can hear you say that to me! A bunch of brats!
He angrily raised his sleeve and waved to the little fat man with a little vision.
Little fat man looked around, exaggerated to make a mouth, pointed to himself: "are you calling me?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded to him.
"He He's calling me. Is he a monster? Fox spirit or something? " The little fat man felt that his legs were a little soft and said to his companion with a bitter face.
"I don't think so, sir. Fox spirits can't come out during the day." The companion analyzed it in a straight line.
The little fat man shrinks his neck and some dare not come forward. But the other person's appearance is the best he has ever seen in his life. According to his mother Should be a good man?
He moved small steps, like a frightened rabbit, little by little close to Lin Zhizhi.
"Why do you call him a wild seed?" Lin Zhizhi asked suspiciously.
"My mother said it! His mother is from our village. The village head's son likes her, but she never agrees. As a result, a stranger came. I'm better with that stranger! And killed that son and her best friend, leaving him and this room alone! From childhood to the majority, who is close to him will disappear inexplicably - he is a broom star! You are so good-looking that you can't stay with him. Come and live in my house The little fat man is still simple, and Zhen yancon tells the whole story as soon as he asks, pulling Lin Zhizhi's sleeve.
Lin Zhizhi was silent. The sun made his skin transparent, not like a mortal. He reached out and pressed the little fat man's fat body and knocked him on the head: "don't curse."
The little fat man shook his fat body: "no, we are doing harm for the people. As long as he leaves, no one will disappear! "
“……”
God is special for the people.
Lin Zhizhi looked at the boy from a distance. He should have heard them speak, but he was still indifferent, wiping sweat and chopping firewood without expression, repeating the same action.
His indifference is not the same as Lin Zhizhi's indifference. He is like a wolf, proud and full of forbearance and hatred. Day after day, growing up in abuse.The young master of the Lin family has made up his mind to help.
#See, that's how to get rid of harm for the people
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The sky was gradually overcast, and dark clouds came from the horizon, covering the blood like setting sun. The wind swept the trees, full of wind and rain is about to come, it makes people panic.
Slowly, drop by drop, the rain hit the roof. As the rain grew, it fell from the eaves to the ground. The sound of rain also makes the room very warm.
Lin Zhizhi woke up in this atmosphere.
His first feeling when he became conscious was pain. And the pain is different from the usual feeling of injury, but mixed with incomparable weakness, as if into a mortal.
The black haired boy took a breath, bit his lips, opened his eyes and saw where he was. It was a strange cabin, and he was lying on the ground. He supported the ground with his hand and wanted to sit up. However, the injury of his whole body made him fall back again. His brow was frowning and he could not help moaning.
His appearance at the moment is very embarrassed, elegant clothes are full of scars, especially the abdomen, dyed into blood. The hair fell down and ran disorderly into a river of ink. However, all of these did not damage his appearance, and even set off his delicate facial features. As a result of the injury, his lips turned white, and it seemed that he was a little sick, which made people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him in a low voice. He is like a light night pearl like fog, illuminating the whole dark room.
This groan is very low, with the youth's unique cold, there is a contradiction of temptation, but also successfully broke the rain in the quiet cabin. The boy sitting by the fire looked back at Lin Zhizhi on the ground and said, "you wake up."
Lin Zhizhi's chest heaved, lying on the ground, turned his head to look at the owner of the house.
Obviously, he was not very old, but he was handsome. He was picking up useful branches from the firewood pile, breaking them and putting them into the fire to make the flame neither too vigorous nor nearly extinguished.
"You saved me?"
The boy didn't answer him. He picked up the big stick and poked the branch in the fire to make the fire more vigorous.
"Thank you for your help. May I have your name? Can you tell me where this place is? " Lin Zhizhi sat up slowly, trying not to move the wound in his abdomen, and the rough blanket that covered him slipped down. He just tried to mobilize the aura in his body, but he found a very tragic fact: I don't know whether it was because of the teleportation array, or whether the injury was so serious that he couldn't feel the aura in his body at all.
At this time, he was like a mortal who was seriously injured. He had no strength to bind a chicken. The spirit and the system, both in the fierce space transmission by the huge damage, both fell into a deep sleep.
He was a little alarmed by the discovery.
"Fuqi village."
The boy ignored his first question, said briefly, then turned his head and continued to stare intently at the fire.
Lin Zhizhi searched his mind for a village with this name in his memory, so he wanted to expand the scope and asked hesitantly, "what's the landmark around here Where is it? "
"Yeshan, linghancheng, caoyuzong."
The other party reported three place names at a time, but Lin Zhi didn't know any of them. He tentatively continued to expand: "a larger scope
The boy was silent and gave three words cleanly: "I don't know."
Lin Zhizhi is immortal, and he wants to get something out of the young man's mouth. Although the boy didn't look very talkative, he couldn't bear Lin Zhizhi's good looks I will explain the general process of finding him.
Every day, the boy would go hunting in the nearby wild mountains. When he came back with a full load of prey, he met Lin Zhizhi, who was lying on the hillside. At that time, he was as angry as a gossamer, and his whole body was dripping with blood. He looked like he was about to die. The young man just looked at him for the first time, then worried about causing trouble and prepared to make a detour.
But at that time, Lin Zhizhi reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, which startled him. When he looked down again, he fainted again.
The young man lived alone. Although he was defensive, he was young after all. In addition, the weather was getting overcast, and there were wild animals on the mountain. Unable to watch Lin Zhizhi stay there to die, he brought him back and found some cloth to bandage the abdominal wound.
After hearing the story, Lin Zhizhi said thanks again, in exchange for the young man waving his hand indifferently. Seeing the other party's impatience, he was worried that the other party would throw him out. Lin Zhizhi followed the other party's mind and kept silent. He thought about the current situation in his heart for a while.
The desperate teleportation has no chance to save his life. It's lucky to meet this young man. Each transmission of the ancient transmission array will span a great distance, even if it is possible to cross to another continent. Now what he has to do is to restore his cultivation as far as possible, find out where he is, and inform the clan. As for the magic cultivation, the location of each transmission of the ancient transmission array is not fixed, and I don't think I can catch up with it here
It looked warm and dry around the fire, which made the young master of the Lin family shiver in the dark. His face turned pale, and he coughed.He had never been so weak. He was seriously injured, and he almost became a mortal. He had no spiritual power and could not even break the heaven and earth precepts. The chain reaction of this external injury is inner weakness.
The cold that could have been withstood was magnified infinitely.
Lin Zhizhi hesitated and asked, "can I get there?"
The boy hesitated for a while, and finally nodded under Lin Zhizhi's expectant eyes.
This room is not big. It is the most common wooden house in a mortal village. It has only one bed. The distance between the fire and the window is usually two or three steps. But now, in Lin Zhizhi's state, he seems to have exhausted his strength even when he gets up.
The young man looked at him, but didn't get up to help him. His long, sharp black eyes were like eagle eyes, staring at Lin Zhizhi tightly, as if he was really hurt.
If it's an ordinary person, 80% of them have died when they are so seriously injured. Only those with great perseverance can survive to this time, and like this man in front of us, we can still move Plus his clothes -
"are you a practitioner?" The boy came over and grabbed Lin Zhizhi by the shoulder. He helped him to the grass by the fire and sat down. He himself sat on a small stool and looked at Lin Zhidao.
The young man with black hair leaned his head against the wall wearily. The fire made his numb fingers feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time. He looked at the leaping fire for a while, and after a period of time, he gave a slow "en".
The boy didn't urge him this time. He waited patiently for his answer, and he was silent. After a long time, he said, "that's good."
There is no mortal curiosity or fear for the practitioners, only envy.
The light of fire leaped back and forth in his pupils, showing a golden and red color. He crossed his hands over his chin and repeated, "that's good."
It seems that "cultivation of truth" is his weakness.
Ordinary people are always curious and full of fear about the practitioners. Looking at the boy's appearance, it is obvious that he had been in contact with the practitioners before. In ordinary times, Lin Zhizhi might be interested in exploring. But now the state, he just listened to, are too lazy to make a perfunctory expression.
Fortunately, the other party did not want to get his response, even after a second, convergence back expression, but also flashed a trace of regret, immediately stood up.
Lin Zhizhi was startled by his movement. He turned his eyes away from the fire and watched the boy who saved himself walk aside and take off his coat. Wearing only one layer of inner garment, he hung his patched outer garment on the chair, went to the only bed in the room, and lay down with his back to Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi noticed that even when he was sleeping, he was tight. There is also a sharp knife beside the pillow to prepare for a sudden attack.
This is Shy?
The young master of the Lin family tilted his head, looked back at the fire, stretched out his finger, closed his eyes beside the fire, and fell asleep. The young man fell asleep quickly without spiritual support.
The rain was pouring outside the window, but the room was warm and quiet.
The time of one night soon flowed by.
In the early morning, Lin Zhizhi was woken up by the movement of the owner of the house. He moved his body and found that after sitting and sleeping all night, his whole body felt as if he had been bitten by a dog. He tried to stand up and stretch out in pain.
The boy who saved him has quickly changed into his clothes. Ignoring Lin Zhizhi, he is ready to go out with a machete by his pillow. At the moment of opening the door, he turned back and left a sentence: "steamed bread is on the table, you can wear my clothes." He went out.
It looks very lonely and proud, but in fact, it's very kind-hearted.
Besides steamed bread and clothes, there was also a small bottle of old wound medicine on the table.
While there is no one in the room, Lin Zhizhi simply takes off his clothes and plans to take a good look at the wounds on his whole body. His body is beautiful, no less than his appearance, even better. It's not too thin, but it has flexible abdominal muscles, but the wounds destroy the beauty of the body.
Some parts of Jianzong's school uniform had been stained with blood on the wound. Lin Zhizhi thought about it. He went to the water basin in the corner of the room to scoop up some water, tore open his clothes, washed the wound with this water, and then applied the wound medicine. The biggest wound in his abdomen had been treated by the teenager yesterday, and he didn't move when he was tied up.
The young master of the Lin family was born in a noble family since he was a child, and his journey is smooth. Except this time, the biggest pain so far was in the secret place - at that time, he still had cultivation, and his aura protected the wound, but the pain was not obvious. But this is equivalent to completely reduced to mortal, let him really so bandage, he can't do.
He can bandage, in fact, is to make a few circles, far less than this young man's proficiency.
Lin Zhizhi washed his face again with clean water, put on the cloth clothes on the table, and put up his long hair. He was a good boy again. Last night's cold made him yearn for the sun. He moved a chair and put it at the door. He sat in it, covering his abdomen, lazily basking in the sun and trying to feel the aura in the air.The most common patched coarse linen clothes don't look cheap on him. The young man's eyebrows are full of Fairy Spirit, just like a fairy who has fallen into the world by chance.
The sky was blue after the heavy rain, and the bright sun rose in the East. Between the quiet villages, smoke came from the kitchen and the sound of words.
It's a worldly thing.
The world of cultivating truth and the world of worldly life are two worlds. Most of the people who cultivate truth are superior and will not be involved with worldly people. Although Lin Zhi liked to run to the secular world when he was a child, he still had a high mentality.
He respects the operation of the secular, curious about every life, but will not be involved with them.
However, this accident forced him to integrate into the village as a mortal.
It's an ordinary village.
"Bang -"
just when Lin Zhizhi didn't feel the aura, but was exposed to the gentle sunshine, the sound of the knife cutting the air in the corner attracted his attention.
Lin Zhizhi moved his body and looked up. He saw that the boy was cutting wood with the sharp knife in the side yard.
He had a straight horse step, sweat dripping down his cheek, and he was chopping again and again. He looked as if he was practicing some peerless martial arts instead of cutting firewood.
Lin Zhixiang believes that serious people are always worthy of respect. He felt his chin and thought that if he had a chance, he could be introduced to a clan - for the sake of saving himself.
"The wild seed is chopping firewood again!"
"Why are you still here? How dirty
All of a sudden, a group of children came from a distance. They stopped in front of the fence, pointing at the teenagers and mocking with disgust.
The boy's face was numb. He wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and continued to chop firewood. It seemed that he was used to these insults and ignored them.
"I've come to scold you every day. I'm tired!"
"Wild seed is shameless!"
"EH - do you think that man belongs to the wild breeder?" These children continue to scold the world. One of them, a little fat man with two plateau red faces, grabs his companion's hand, points to Lin Zhizhi on the chair, and asks puzzledly.
The companion who was caught by him was stunned. Obviously, he didn't know the identity of Lin Zhizhi: "I haven't seen him, but he must be a bad guy at the door of wild seed's house! Haven't you heard your mother say that if you want to stay away from the wild, those who stay with him will get worse! Even with him
The little fat man was puzzled: "but But he looks good! My mother also said, "those who look good are not bad people!"
#The world of face! #
"this There is some truth in this. My father has always asked me to ask for a better daughter-in-law... " His companion wiped his nose and his attention was absorbed by Lin Zhizhi. He had no time to take care of the boy.
Lin Zhizhi, who has been listening to them all the time: "I'm not sure."
I can hear you say that to me! A bunch of brats!
He angrily raised his sleeve and waved to the little fat man with a little vision.
Little fat man looked around, exaggerated to make a mouth, pointed to himself: "are you calling me?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded to him.
"He He's calling me. Is he a monster? Fox spirit or something? " The little fat man felt that his legs were a little soft and said to his companion with a bitter face.
"I don't think so, sir. Fox spirits can't come out during the day." The companion analyzed it in a straight line.
The little fat man shrinks his neck and some dare not come forward. But the other person's appearance is the best he has ever seen in his life. According to his mother Should be a good man?
He moved small steps, like a frightened rabbit, little by little close to Lin Zhizhi.
"Why do you call him a wild seed?" Lin Zhizhi asked suspiciously.
"My mother said it! His mother is from our village. The village head's son likes her, but she never agrees. As a result, a stranger came. I'm better with that stranger! And killed that son and her best friend, leaving him and this room alone! From childhood to the majority, who is close to him will disappear inexplicably - he is a broom star! You are so good-looking that you can't stay with him. Come and live in my house The little fat man is still simple, and Zhen yancon tells the whole story as soon as he asks, pulling Lin Zhizhi's sleeve.
Lin Zhizhi was silent. The sun made his skin transparent, not like a mortal. He reached out and pressed the little fat man's fat body and knocked him on the head: "don't curse."
The little fat man shook his fat body: "no, we are doing harm for the people. As long as he leaves, no one will disappear! "
“……”
God is special for the people.
Lin Zhizhi looked at the boy from a distance. He should have heard them speak, but he was still indifferent, wiping sweat and chopping firewood without expression, repeating the same action.
His indifference is not the same as Lin Zhizhi's indifference. He is like a wolf, proud and full of forbearance and hatred. Day after day, growing up in abuse.The young master of the Lin family has made up his mind to help.
#See, that's how to get rid of harm for the people
The sky was gradually overcast, and dark clouds came from the horizon, covering the blood like setting sun. The wind swept the trees, full of wind and rain is about to come, it makes people panic. Slowly, drop by drop, the rain hit the roof. As the rain grew, it fell from the eaves to the ground. The sound of rain also makes the room very warm. Lin Zhizhi woke up in this atmosphere. His first feeling when he became conscious was pain. And the pain is different from the usual feeling of injury, but mixed with incomparable weakness, as if into a mortal. The black haired boy took a breath, bit his lips, opened his eyes and saw where he was. It was a strange cabin, and he was lying on the ground. He supported the ground with his hand and wanted to sit up. However, the injury of his whole body made him fall back again. His brow was frowning and he could not help moaning. His appearance at the moment is very embarrassed, elegant clothes are full of scars, especially the abdomen, dyed into blood. The hair fell down and ran disorderly into a river of ink. However, all of these did not damage his appearance, and even set off his delicate facial features. As a result of the injury, his lips turned white, and it seemed that he was a little sick, which made people want to hold him in their arms and comfort him in a low voice. He is like a light night pearl like fog, illuminating the whole dark room. This groan is very low, with the youth's unique cold, there is a contradiction of temptation, but also successfully broke the rain in the quiet cabin. The boy sitting by the fire looked back at Lin Zhizhi on the ground and said, "you wake up." Lin Zhizhi's chest heaved, lying on the ground, turned his head to look at the owner of the house. Obviously, he was not very old, but he was handsome. He was picking up useful branches from the firewood pile, breaking them and putting them into the fire to make the flame neither too vigorous nor nearly extinguished. "You saved me?" The boy didn't answer him. He picked up the big stick and poked the branch in the fire to make the fire more vigorous. "Thank you for your help. May I have your name? Can you tell me where this place is? " Lin Zhizhi sat up slowly, trying not to move the wound in his abdomen, and the rough blanket that covered him slipped down. He just tried to mobilize the aura in his body, but he found a very tragic fact: I don't know whether it was because of the teleportation array, or whether the injury was so serious that he couldn't feel the aura in his body at all. At this time, he was like a mortal who was seriously injured. He had no strength to bind a chicken. The spirit and the system, both in the fierce space transmission by the huge damage, both fell into a deep sleep. He was a little alarmed by the discovery. "Fuqi village." The boy ignored his first question, said briefly, then turned his head and continued to stare intently at the fire. Lin Zhizhi searched his mind for a village with this name in his memory, so he wanted to expand the scope and asked hesitantly, "what's the landmark around here Where is it? " "Yeshan, linghancheng, caoyuzong." The other party reported three place names at a time, but Lin Zhi didn't know any of them. He tentatively continued to expand: "a larger scope The boy was silent and gave three words cleanly: "I don't know." Lin Zhizhi is immortal, and he wants to get something out of the young man's mouth. Although the boy didn't look very talkative, he couldn't bear Lin Zhizhi's good looks I will explain the general process of finding him. Every day, the boy would go hunting in the nearby wild mountains. When he came back with a full load of prey, he met Lin Zhizhi, who was lying on the hillside. At that time, he was as angry as a gossamer, and his whole body was dripping with blood. He looked like he was about to die. The young man just looked at him for the first time, then worried about causing trouble and prepared to make a detour. But at that time, Lin Zhizhi reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, which startled him. When he looked down again, he fainted again. The young man lived alone. Although he was defensive, he was young after all. In addition, the weather was getting overcast, and there were wild animals on the mountain. Unable to watch Lin Zhizhi stay there to die, he brought him back and found some cloth to bandage the abdominal wound. After hearing the story, Lin Zhizhi said thanks again, in exchange for the young man waving his hand indifferently. Seeing the other party's impatience, he was worried that the other party would throw him out. Lin Zhizhi followed the other party's mind and kept silent. He thought about the current situation in his heart for a while. The desperate teleportation has no chance to save his life. It's lucky to meet this young man. Each transmission of the ancient transmission array will span a great distance, even if it is possible to cross to another continent. Now what he has to do is to restore his cultivation as far as possible, find out where he is, and inform the clan. As for the magic cultivation, the location of each transmission of the ancient transmission array is not fixed, and I don't think I can catch up with it here It looked warm and dry around the fire, which made the young master of the Lin family shiver in the dark. His face turned pale, and he coughed.He had never been so weak. He was seriously injured, and he almost became a mortal. He had no spiritual power and could not even break the heaven and earth precepts. The chain reaction of this external injury is inner weakness. The cold that could have been withstood was magnified infinitely. Lin Zhizhi hesitated and asked, "can I get there?" The boy hesitated for a while, and finally nodded under Lin Zhizhi's expectant eyes. This room is not big. It is the most common wooden house in a mortal village. It has only one bed. The distance between the fire and the window is usually two or three steps. But now, in Lin Zhizhi's state, he seems to have exhausted his strength even when he gets up. The young man looked at him, but didn't get up to help him. His long, sharp black eyes were like eagle eyes, staring at Lin Zhizhi tightly, as if he was really hurt. If it's an ordinary person, 80% of them have died when they are so seriously injured. Only those with great perseverance can survive to this time, and like this man in front of us, we can still move Plus his clothes - "are you a practitioner?" The boy came over and grabbed Lin Zhizhi by the shoulder. He helped him to the grass by the fire and sat down. He himself sat on a small stool and looked at Lin Zhidao. The young man with black hair leaned his head against the wall wearily. The fire made his numb fingers feel the warmth he had not seen for a long time. He looked at the leaping fire for a while, and after a period of time, he gave a slow "en". The boy didn't urge him this time. He waited patiently for his answer, and he was silent. After a long time, he said, "that's good." There is no mortal curiosity or fear for the practitioners, only envy. The light of fire leaped back and forth in his pupils, showing a golden and red color. He crossed his hands over his chin and repeated, "that's good." It seems that "cultivation of truth" is his weakness. Ordinary people are always curious and full of fear about the practitioners. Looking at the boy's appearance, it is obvious that he had been in contact with the practitioners before. In ordinary times, Lin Zhizhi might be interested in exploring. But now the state, he just listened to, are too lazy to make a perfunctory expression. Fortunately, the other party did not want to get his response, even after a second, convergence back expression, but also flashed a trace of regret, immediately stood up. Lin Zhizhi was startled by his movement. He turned his eyes away from the fire and watched the boy who saved himself walk aside and take off his coat. Wearing only one layer of inner garment, he hung his patched outer garment on the chair, went to the only bed in the room, and lay down with his back to Lin Zhizhi. Lin Zhizhi noticed that even when he was sleeping, he was tight. There is also a sharp knife beside the pillow to prepare for a sudden attack. This is Shy? The young master of the Lin family tilted his head, looked back at the fire, stretched out his finger, closed his eyes beside the fire, and fell asleep. The young man fell asleep quickly without spiritual support. The rain was pouring outside the window, but the room was warm and quiet. The time of one night soon flowed by. In the early morning, Lin Zhizhi was woken up by the movement of the owner of the house. He moved his body and found that after sitting and sleeping all night, his whole body felt as if he had been bitten by a dog. He tried to stand up and stretch out in pain. The boy who saved him has quickly changed into his clothes. Ignoring Lin Zhizhi, he is ready to go out with a machete by his pillow. At the moment of opening the door, he turned back and left a sentence: "steamed bread is on the table, you can wear my clothes." He went out. It looks very lonely and proud, but in fact, it's very kind-hearted. Besides steamed bread and clothes, there was also a small bottle of old wound medicine on the table. While there is no one in the room, Lin Zhizhi simply takes off his clothes and plans to take a good look at the wounds on his whole body. His body is beautiful, no less than his appearance, even better. It's not too thin, but it has flexible abdominal muscles, but the wounds destroy the beauty of the body. Some parts of Jianzong's school uniform had been stained with blood on the wound. Lin Zhizhi thought about it. He went to the water basin in the corner of the room to scoop up some water, tore open his clothes, washed the wound with this water, and then applied the wound medicine. The biggest wound in his abdomen had been treated by the teenager yesterday, and he didn't move when he was tied up. The young master of the Lin family was born in a noble family since he was a child, and his journey is smooth. Except this time, the biggest pain so far was in the secret place - at that time, he still had cultivation, and his aura protected the wound, but the pain was not obvious. But this is equivalent to completely reduced to mortal, let him really so bandage, he can't do. He can bandage, in fact, is to make a few circles, far less than this young man's proficiency. Lin Zhizhi washed his face again with clean water, put on the cloth clothes on the table, and put up his long hair. He was a good boy again. Last night's cold made him yearn for the sun. He moved a chair and put it at the door. He sat in it, covering his abdomen, lazily basking in the sun and trying to feel the aura in the air.The most common patched coarse linen clothes don't look cheap on him. The young man's eyebrows are full of Fairy Spirit, just like a fairy who has fallen into the world by chance. The sky was blue after the heavy rain, and the bright sun rose in the East. Between the quiet villages, smoke came from the kitchen and the sound of words. It's a worldly thing. The world of cultivating truth and the world of worldly life are two worlds. Most of the people who cultivate truth are superior and will not be involved with worldly people. Although Lin Zhi liked to run to the secular world when he was a child, he still had a high mentality. He respects the operation of the secular, curious about every life, but will not be involved with them. However, this accident forced him to integrate into the village as a mortal. It's an ordinary village. "Bang -" just when Lin Zhizhi didn't feel the aura, but was exposed to the gentle sunshine, the sound of the knife cutting the air in the corner attracted his attention. Lin Zhizhi moved his body and looked up. He saw that the boy was cutting wood with the sharp knife in the side yard. He had a straight horse step, sweat dripping down his cheek, and he was chopping again and again. He looked as if he was practicing some peerless martial arts instead of cutting firewood. Lin Zhixiang believes that serious people are always worthy of respect. He felt his chin and thought that if he had a chance, he could be introduced to a clan - for the sake of saving himself. "The wild seed is chopping firewood again!" "Why are you still here? How dirty All of a sudden, a group of children came from a distance. They stopped in front of the fence, pointing at the teenagers and mocking with disgust. The boy's face was numb. He wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve and continued to chop firewood. It seemed that he was used to these insults and ignored them. "I've come to scold you every day. I'm tired!" "Wild seed is shameless!" "EH - do you think that man belongs to the wild breeder?" These children continue to scold the world. One of them, a little fat man with two plateau red faces, grabs his companion's hand, points to Lin Zhizhi on the chair, and asks puzzledly. The companion who was caught by him was stunned. Obviously, he didn't know the identity of Lin Zhizhi: "I haven't seen him, but he must be a bad guy at the door of wild seed's house! Haven't you heard your mother say that if you want to stay away from the wild, those who stay with him will get worse! Even with him The little fat man was puzzled: "but But he looks good! My mother also said, "those who look good are not bad people!" #The world of face! #"this There is some truth in this. My father has always asked me to ask for a better daughter-in-law... " His companion wiped his nose and his attention was absorbed by Lin Zhizhi. He had no time to take care of the boy. Lin Zhizhi, who has been listening to them all the time: "I'm not sure." I can hear you say that to me! A bunch of brats! He angrily raised his sleeve and waved to the little fat man with a little vision. Little fat man looked around, exaggerated to make a mouth, pointed to himself: "are you calling me?" Lin Zhizhi nodded to him. "He He's calling me. Is he a monster? Fox spirit or something? " The little fat man felt that his legs were a little soft and said to his companion with a bitter face. "I don't think so, sir. Fox spirits can't come out during the day." The companion analyzed it in a straight line. The little fat man shrinks his neck and some dare not come forward. But the other person's appearance is the best he has ever seen in his life. According to his mother Should be a good man? He moved small steps, like a frightened rabbit, little by little close to Lin Zhizhi. "Why do you call him a wild seed?" Lin Zhizhi asked suspiciously. "My mother said it! His mother is from our village. The village head's son likes her, but she never agrees. As a result, a stranger came. I'm better with that stranger! And killed that son and her best friend, leaving him and this room alone! From childhood to the majority, who is close to him will disappear inexplicably - he is a broom star! You are so good-looking that you can't stay with him. Come and live in my house The little fat man is still simple, and Zhen yancon tells the whole story as soon as he asks, pulling Lin Zhizhi's sleeve. Lin Zhizhi was silent. The sun made his skin transparent, not like a mortal. He reached out and pressed the little fat man's fat body and knocked him on the head: "don't curse." The little fat man shook his fat body: "no, we are doing harm for the people. As long as he leaves, no one will disappear! " God is special for the people. Lin Zhizhi looked at the boy from a distance. He should have heard them speak, but he was still indifferent, wiping sweat and chopping firewood without expression, repeating the same action. His indifference is not the same as Lin Zhizhi's indifference. He is like a wolf, proud and full of forbearance and hatred. Day after day, growing up in abuse.The young master of the Lin family has made up his mind to help. #See, that's how to get rid of harm for the people
