After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Wang Jia can no longer remember how many years he has lived in the White Tower.

She held the white sword in her hand and stood on the ground, panting as she looked at the countless steps above her head.

That day someone brought her a small flower named Dimuhua.

She had heard this name before, and the little junior sister who always liked to chirp beside her had said it many times.

Dimuhua can peek into all the past.

She ate the petals of the Dimu flower, and thus realized the poisonous judge's deception.

Now, she just wants to atone for her sins in pain, climb to the end of the white tower, and ascend to the upper world.

Looking for...Susu.

Every day she recalls the sins she has done.

……

"Good girl, your adoptive father has arranged for you to be this person. She is the last remaining bloodline of the Dong family. If you kill her and take the token from the Shifang Gate to become a disciple of Jianfeng, you will definitely gain something in the way of swordsmanship. "

Judge Poison handed a shadow stone to Dao Wangjia.

He added with a smile: "Of course, the most important thing is to get close to my uncle Jiang Shuiliu and his daughter Jiang Su. I will tell you what you need to do in the future!"

Wang Jia took the photo stone indifferently and left without looking back.

"Hey, this kid is really impatient."

Wang Jia is really anxious.

She returned to the Western Region a few days ago and added a magic circle to the village where she once lived.

At that time, she met a medical cultivator with a cute little boy. The two accidentally walked into her formation, and she got to know the little boy.

The little boy said his name was Jiang Su.

At a certain moment, Wang Jia actually heard her calling him "Jia Jia".

This is so weird.

In the past few days, when her master told her to go to the Southern Region to get close contact with this little kid, she was so anxious that her running shoes were almost worn out and smoking.

But she had to kill someone first.

In the Southern Region, Dong Yiyi.

……

Wang Jia had heard that the Dong family of the Southern Territory was the real owner of Tianxia Yankuan Trading Company, but when she saw that the only remaining bloodline of the "master's family" lived in a house like a woodshed, she once had doubts about Dong Yiyi's identity. Create doubt.

She compared the appearance, body shape and temperament of the person in the photo stone countless times. After confirming that it was the same person, she decided to observe it for a while.

Because...this master's bloodline must be living a miserable life.

Today the servants burned down the house, tomorrow they were trampled under the feet of several young ladies and young masters, and the day after tomorrow they had spiritual stones taken away from them.

Tangtang Yankuan is the bloodline behind the business, but she only has five low-grade spiritual stones a month. Those young masters and ladies from the side branch have hundreds of high-grade spiritual stones, which they can never spend all.

Wang Jia sometimes feels sorry for her and squats in the dark to help her teach a few young masters and ladies who bully her.

Sometimes, he earned extra money by taking orders for killing people, and secretly threw some roast chicken and duck for her.

This little girl dressed in pure white linen would always face the stone wall, holding food in both hands, and looking to the sky with a smile on her face.

What are you talking about... thanking your benefactor?

Wang Jia smiled sarcastically. What kind of benefactor was she? She was just waiting for the opportunity to take this man's head.

Dong Yiyi didn't go out, and the Dong family had a barrier. There was no way she could kill her and leave with the token!

Wang Jia was a little irritable. She didn't want to wait forever. She wanted to see the soft little cub as soon as possible.

someday.

Suddenly, a Confucian monk wearing a white gown and a bookcase on his back came to the Dong family.

The monks in the Dong family were almost boiling hot water, and they were all frantically courting this Confucian monk, as if they wanted the younger members of the family to worship him as their teacher.

Wang Jia also found out that this Confucianism cultivator's name was Xia Qingming, and whether his cultivation level was Nascent Soul or Transformation God...

Xia Qingming sat at the head of the hall and met all the younger members of the Dong family. Every one of them had a faint smile on his lips and shook his head.

It wasn't until a servant of the Dong family had just finished bullying Dong Yiyi that he turned around and told the head of the family that there was still a bloodline from the head of the family.

The former branch of the Dong family bribed the elders of the clan and became the current main family, and the original main family became today's branch.

Dong Yiyi's treatment was extremely poor because when these people saw her, they would think of the despicable past.

When Dong Yiyi was dragged to the hall by his servants, he carefully hid a small bamboo sword in his hand, the size of a finger.

It was Wang Jia who bought a telescopic bamboo sword after seeing her making random gestures with branches so that she could hide it from others.

But Xia Qingming recognized what was hidden in her hand almost at a glance.

The white-clothed scholar stared at her clear eyes for a long time, then finally stood up, pinched her wrists, and explored her muscles.

It is actually a body that is born to cope with disaster.

In the body that should endure calamity, a lifetime of cultivation is accompanied by hardships and hardships. The harder it is, the faster the cultivation speed.

Xia Qingming encountered the legendary physique for the first time. Seeing how she was dressed, he could vaguely guess that her life was unsatisfactory.

He thought about his journey, which was full of hardships and winds and rains, and he was struggling to navigate the boundless sea of ​​learning.

Are you not born to read? !

At this time, Dong Yiyi was already thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pure temperament and an understanding of right and wrong.

He asked her bluntly, "Are you willing to become my teacher and practice Confucianism with me?"

Dong Yiyi looked at the square bookcase next to him and shook his head seriously.

The Dong family members around were shocked and couldn't help scolding her, "Why are you so ignorant!"

Dong Yiyi turned around, stared closely at the elder who spoke, and said calmly: "If I really practice with this senior, you will be worried, right?"

The Dong family had been bullying her, but they were relieved, and they were afraid that she would grow up and take revenge.

The man touched his nose awkwardly, but refused to admit it, "We are all a family, who would think so..."

That night, Dong Yiyi was beaten up, leaving a bruise on his left side and a purple patch on his right side.

There are indeed people who can't stand her chances.

It was Wang Jia who broke a man's leg with a stone, and they stopped. These young masters and ladies thought that this man kicked Dong Yiyi so hard that he broke his own bones.

The next day.

Xia Qingming came to the woodshed to look for her, and then realized that Dong Yiyi's life here might be more difficult than practicing with him.

For a moment, the Confucian cultivator didn't know whether he should accept her as his disciple.

Seeing that he was hesitating and there was no one around, Dong Yiyi took out the bamboo sword and stretched it out.

"Sir, I like swords."

Xia Qingming understood instantly and tapped the girl's forehead with his fingertips.

The next moment, a jade note appeared in front of her.

"This is a token of apprenticeship from the Shifang Sect. I think it was left to you by your parents when they were still alive. This is the best place to learn swordsmanship in the Southern Region."

Xia Qingming patted her shoulder lightly, "Tomorrow at noon, if you are willing to worship me as your teacher, come to meet me at the Chengxi Teahouse. If not, bring this thing over there so that I can know your situation."

This is the concern of a Confucian scholar who knows everything about the world.

He took a strand of hair from her shoulder and gave her a silk bracelet as a bracelet.

Xia Qingming wanted to know what kind of life this body destined for disaster would have.

The next day. As expected, he didn't wait for her.

But Xia Qingming could sense Dong Yiyi's condition every day from that bracelet.

Wang Jia was still observing Dong Yiyi in the darkness outside Dong's house.

Both of them entered her life unknowingly.

Dong Yiyi would diligently clean his hut every day, leave food in his mouth, take care of the little wild dogs he picked up, and help out a few older servants.

She also did not forget to practice swordplay at night.

Under the moonlight, she rubbed her forehead, and the jade post appeared on the table in front of her.

When Wang Jia saw the jade post from a distance, his heart felt hot and he was throbbing.

That was what she had always wanted to get, but Dong Yiyi didn't go out at all, so she couldn't kill her to get the ticket.

A year later, Xia Qingming passed away, but he would still feel her life through that bracelet.

He couldn't let go of her in his heart. He knew the meaning of this feeling, but he also knew that it was difficult for him to enter her heart.

Dong Yiyi looked forward to searching the wall every morning, wondering if the kind-hearted young hero had given her anything.

For example, moon cakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, roast chicken for the 15th day, candied haws and soup dumplings for the New Year.

She wanted to meet the young hero, ask him what he wanted, and give him a gift in return.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Wang Jia gave her a bowl of Lantern Festival, which was placed neatly on the small low table in the corner.

Only, this time she wrote a note.

"See you tomorrow in the woods outside the east gate of the city."

During the Chinese New Year, Dong Yiyi put the strap on his hand squarely under the bed. The material of the silk ribbon meant that he was always beaten because of it.

Xia Qingming cut off contact and no longer knew her daily situation, which made her feel sad.

Dong Yiyi, who was unaware of all this, held the note almost ecstatically, eating Yuanxiao and having fun all night long.

Early the next morning, she left the remaining piece of Lantern Festival to the little wild dog that came to look for food, rubbed its little paws, and then got up and headed to the woods outside the city.

In the forest.

"Benefactor, are you there?"

The girl was dressed in white linen clothes, holding a bamboo sword in her hand, looking expectantly into the depths of the forest, and walking briskly.

The leaves rustled in the wind.

"Yes." Someone suddenly responded.

Dong Yiyi quickly turned around.

When she came into view, she saw a handsome young man in black, holding a white sword in his hand, standing majestically in front of her.

Wang Jia raised his eyelids slightly and met her clear eyes. He felt that her emotions were hot, burning away the coldness in his body.

"Benefactor...can I ask your name?"

The sword cultivator in black said calmly: "Wang Jia."

Dong Yiyi looked shy and murmured in his heart: "It turns out that the young hero who has been helping me is named Wang Jia."

Wang Jia...Wang Jia.

She murmured softly.

"Benefactor, I want to repay your kindness to me. Is there anything I can do for you?"

The words in his heart blurted out, and Dong Yiyi realized what he could do to help him?

She lowered her head in frustration, her eyes burning brightly.

"Have."

"What?!" She looked at him expectantly again.

Wang Jia narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were deep, hiding murderous intent, "I want your life, to be precise, I need your apprenticeship invitation, and by the way, I need you to disappear from this world."

Dong Yiyi was stunned and involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand.

Wang Jia saw that she was getting ready to take action, so he drew his sword to release the pressure.

In the blink of an eye, blood suddenly spurted onto his black clothes.

The girl in white pierced the bamboo sword fiercely through her chest and looked at him with crooked eyebrows.

"If your benefactor wants it, then give it to your benefactor."

She supported her body and touched her blood-stained index finger to the center of her eyebrows, and the jade post appeared in front of her.

"Yiyi actually... doesn't want to live for a long time. They all say that I am the only bloodline, but in their hearts they all hope that I die. Although my benefactor also wants me to die, he treats me well."

"I hope my benefactor gets what he wants."

The girl in white fell weakly to the ground and closed her eyes with satisfaction.

From then on, there was a sword master Dong Yiyi in Shifangmen who was fond of wearing white clothes.

It is said that the black-robed ghost with a white sword in the Eastern Region has washed his hands in a golden basin and retired to the mountains and forests.

In Zhongdu City.

Xia Qingming suddenly couldn't detect any aura from the girl, and couldn't even detect the cause and effect on the strand of hair.

He found someone to make a Yu Sinan and melted his hair into it, and named it "Yu Zhuidong."

The white-clothed Confucian monk left Zhongdu and searched for her traces all over the world. Finally, at the foot of Shifangmen Mountain, he saw that the wild dog fed by the girl had turned into a vicious mastiff guarding the mountain.

He hoped to meet Dong Yiyi.

Unfortunately, Dong Yiyi clearly rejected him in a letter.

……

Wake up from dream.

Wang Jia clenched the knife in his hand and climbed up another step.

She believed that there were countless lives under her command, but she felt guilty about taking this life.

She thought that a few days ago, she killed the head of the Qi family who looked down on "Dong Yiyi" in a secret realm, which would give her some relief.

But she still couldn't let go.

The swordsman in black murmured to himself, "Wang Jia, if you still have a way to repay what you owe Su Su, how can you repay what you owe Dong Yiyi?"

The remaining roots and branches after taking the Dimuhua seemed to hear something and suddenly shone brightly.

Wang Jia took it out from his chest and held it in his hand.

The root branch suddenly stretched until it formed the length of a bamboo sword.

A little cinnabar remains in the center of the sword tip.

A hot word suddenly came to her mind.

"I hope my benefactor gets what he wants."

Wang Jia suddenly raised his head and looked at the upper level of the White Tower pointed by the tip of the sword. The fog dissipated and the pressure disappeared.

"It turns out that every time I read your name, I am atoneing for my sins."

"Susu, should I go to see you disguised as Dong Yiyi, or should I go to see you as Wang Jia?"