Chapter 635
After Zhenjiu woke up, he found himself in an unknown mountain village. The villagers were very enthusiastic and took good care of him.
During the two months of recuperation, he asked the villagers who brought him here.
However, the strange thing is that the villagers have no memory of the previous events.
I only know that someone sent Zhenjiu here and asked the villagers to take good care of it.
But who it is, none of the villagers know.
Zhenjiu figured out that the memory of these villagers seemed to have been affected by something, and the content was vacant for several days.
He knew that the savior definitely didn't want to reveal his identity, so he left early and erased the villagers' memories of the past few days.
Zhenjiu is not the kind of ungrateful person, secretly determined to find a savior, and do his best to repay him.
The only clues left in the mountain village were the bag of pills and the faint spot of light that he saw when he was asleep.
After that, Zhenjiu spent a lot of time visiting various places to find the place where the dan grains were produced, but the result disappointed him.
This kind of elixir is a relatively common type, produced by more than two hundred sects, some of which even sold the formula, so that some solitary practitioners can also make it.
The benefactor could not be found by using pills, the only clue was the faint green light when he was asleep.
Every day, Zhenjiu spends a lot of time, closing his eyes and recalling the strange scene he felt at that time, and experiencing the power characteristics of that light.
He wrote down his feelings about this power on a note and carried it with him, reminding himself every moment.
But now, he saw the exact same color and felt an extremely similar power.
That soft and uplifting feeling is so familiar, too similar to the content of everyday memories.
"Zheng Qiu, Zheng Qiu..." Zhen Jiu murmured the name silently.
Soon he remembered that he had met Zheng Qiu before.
That's right, at that time, apart from Zheng Qiu, there was also this female disciple of Qianyun Sect who was killing all directions.
It's just that Zheng Qiu was still very young and not a cultivator at that time, and the woman was in a wheelchair with limited mobility.
Zhenjiu's eyes lit up, that's right, he had seen Zheng Qiu, and Zheng Qiu had seen himself, they were still on the same skyboat.
That all makes sense.
It was precisely because Zheng Qiu knew himself that he took the risk of offending Wen Jianzong and brought himself from the swamp to the small mountain village.
And now Zheng Qiu doesn't care about offending all the practitioners, and insists on saving the two who opened the formation of Qian Yunzong.
The corners of Zhenjiu's mouth turned up, revealing a gratified smile.
"Nearly ten years have passed, the child at that time has grown into the current cultivation genius, but the character of saving people has not changed.
That being the case, how can I watch my benefactor get into trouble.
Zheng Qiu rescued me from the underworld, so it doesn't matter if I re-enter. "
Thinking of this, he patted his right arm with his left hand, and the white light came out from under his skin.
Then his feet kicked the ground heavily, and his body rushed out of the crowd like an arrow from the string and landed in front of Zheng Qiu.
Suddenly a person popped out,
And the speed was so fast that Zheng Qiu was really taken aback.
Just about to throw pollen to overwhelm the opponent, but saw the opponent turn around quickly, leaving his back to himself.
Zheng Qiu was confused by this turning action, didn't he give up his defense by showing his back, what exactly does this person want to do.
Before Zheng Qiu could figure it out, he saw the man in the vest open his right palm, and a pale light shot out from the middle of his palm.
The man held the light, and it turned out to be a long knife made of bones.
"Get back obediently, otherwise you will have no place to pay for missing arms and legs!"
As he spoke, Zhenjiu waved the long white knife in his hand, and slashed horizontally across the air.
Where the blade crossed, a white mist band was left immediately, like a gauze floating quietly in the air.
Two cultivators didn't put Zhenjiu's words in their ears, and rushed forward with their weapons held high.
However, when the weapon came into contact with the fog belt, two balls of sparks shot out instantly, and the weapon seemed to have hit something indestructible and was easily cut in two.
One of them couldn't stop and didn't take his hand back in time. As a result, a handful of blood splashed out, and half of his palm was directly cut off by the fog belt.
Seeing this situation, the other person hurriedly leaned back regardless of his face, fell on the ground and rolled, barely avoiding the floating position of the fog belt.
Such a strange fog belt frightened the crowd, and no one could see what the fog belt was.
It doesn't look like Qi Jin, nor does it look like a spell formed by the power of heaven and earth, nor does it seem to be a unique magic weapon.
Taking advantage of the time when the crowd did not approach, Zheng Qiu asked suspiciously: "Who are you and why are you helping me?"
Zhenjiu slapped his chest: "Zhenjiu, you should have seen me.
You saved my life, so naturally I will do anything for you. "
Seeing Zheng Qiu's confused expression, Zhenjiu added: "When the Godly Soldier of Jingpuya was born, you rescued me in the swamp and sent me to a small mountain village."
Speaking of this, it would be strange for Zheng Qiu not to remember.
That's right, back then, I and my master went to the swamp to look for the spirit-testing roulette to test the power of the wood spirit, and then found Zhenjiu on the way back.
At that time, Zhenjiu had no breath, and it was Master Mingzong who used Qianyunzong's special pills and thunder sword spells to bring him back to life.
Moreover, during the treatment process, Master Ming Zong specially asked himself to complete the steps of feeding medicine, bandaging and so on.
Presumably, while doing these steps, the divine power in his body secretly flowed into Zhenjiu's body, increasing the chances of being rescued.
If Zhenjiu hadn't mentioned it, Zheng Qiu would have almost forgotten about it. He never thought that he could get help now after saving someone's life.
Looking at the hundreds of menacing practitioners, Zheng Qiu didn't want to get involved, this is his own business, and he has to do it by himself.
"Zhen Jiu, I appreciate your kindness, but you don't have to go against the disciples of various sects just to repay me.
Get out of here quickly, I don't want to save you a second time. "
With a smile on his face and no fear, Zhenjiu replied in a loud voice.
"Zheng Qiu, I don't like to hear what you say. A solitary practitioner can do whatever he wants, and doesn't accept orders from anyone."
Among the crowd, two evil cultivator disciples from the Temple of Ten Thousand Beasts looked around.
They didn't expect that Zhenjiu would show up on his own initiative and stand against the majority of people with magic weapons in his hands.
The Xiexiu senior named Tai squinted his eyes for a moment, then whispered to his junior.
"Junior brother, since this person named Zhenjiu is so bold, why don't we use a trick to put the name of evil cultivator on his head."
The junior brother surnamed Wu nodded after hearing this: "Senior brother, this is really a good idea!
Blame the death of the disciple of Qianqi Silver Fort on his head, and then tell everyone that he has a broken water dragon tooth in his hand.
In this case, everyone will kill him even for the sake of the divine soldier, and no one will care whether he is a real evil cultivator or not. "
Senior Brother Tai showed a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "As long as Zhenjiu dies, no one here will know our true identity, and the secret of evil cultivators will be preserved."
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