Ask Immortal Way

"Patter..."

The rain outside was getting bigger and bigger, and the roof leaked, and one spot happened to drip on Qin Sang's shoulder.

Gu Gu hurriedly stretched out her hand and blocked Qin Sang, holding him in a position, then took out a piece of wood from the fire pond and wrote on the ground: "When you saw me for the first time, there was no disgust in your eyes."

Then, Gu Yu raised her head and looked at Qin Sang, her eyes bright under the firelight.

Qin Sang looked at the handwriting written by the dumb aunt, her handwriting was very delicate. Her grandma taught her to read when she was still alive. Later, when she was alone, she practiced handwriting by herself when she was lonely, and missed her grandma.

Qin Sang hadn't learned the characters and language here, but he knew all these characters, and they were the same as those commonly used in Xiaohanyu!

In addition, Qin Sang can easily understand the language spoken by the natives of Qianhuzhai, but the accent is somewhat different from that of the people in Xiaohanyu.

Similar to the difference between Mandarin and dialects in previous lives!

After discovering this situation, Qin Sang was taken aback.

Thousands of languages ​​can be developed in the small places of previous lives, and the world of immortality is so vast. How could it be possible that only one language can be used? Could it be that I am still in the small cold domain and have not been able to break away from the clutches of Uncle Dongyang?

Qin Sang, who was a little lax, immediately became nervous again, and asked the dumb aunt not to see outsiders, so as to avoid the disclosure of news and increase the risk of exposure.

I have seen him during this time and knew that he was a man with a broken arm, only the dumb woman and the old witch doctor.

The natives of Qianhuzhai call this place Xijiang.

Qin Sang recalled the geomancy map of the Little Cold Territory. He couldn't remember which place was called Xijiang. According to the azimuth theory, the western part of the Little Cold Territory was the demonic cultivation force of the Sky Demon Hill, and the mortals were moved away.

The Tianxing League is one piece of iron, and there is no division of Western Xinjiang.

Qin Sang hadn't heard of any place where he believed in the witch god.

However, mortals have limited knowledge after all, and if you want to figure out what this place is, you still need to see a cultivator.

"When you first saw me, there was no disgust in your eyes."

Qin Sang sighed in his heart.

Although he didn't ask directly, he has already understood the life experience of the dumb aunt through the interaction during this period of time, plus the few words he heard from the conversations of those outside.

Dumb aunt will be sixteen in a few days.

She is also a member of Qianhuzhai, and her father was the bravest Wuhan son in Qianhuzhai before his death. He has high martial arts skills and is well-known far and wide.

But the spacious and bright tall buildings in Qianzhai, the dumb aunt has not lived in a day since she was born, and she has lived in the huts in the back mountain until now.

The cause is the title of ‘catastrophe’.

On the day of Aunt Dumb’s birthday, his father led a team to go hunting, but was attacked by a beast and almost wiped out the entire army. On the third day after giving birth to her, her mother died and followed her father.

Coupled with the birthmark on the face of Aunt Dumb, she looked fierce. There are rumors in the village that she was reincarnated by an evil spirit. She killed her parents and killed the entire village. She was called the "catastrophe star". Drown the dumb woman Shen Jiang.

Later, the only relative of the dumb aunt, her grandmother, was called the'grandmother' in Xijiang. She took the dumb aunt away from the stockade and lived in the back mountain before protecting the dumb aunt.

But the doom did not end. The dumb aunt was found to be unable to speak after she was three years old. She was born dumb. At the age of seven, another accident happened when the grandmother died, and she died in front of the dumb aunt.

After that, the title of the catastrophe was firmly bound to the dumb aunt, and everyone called her dumb aunt, but no one knew her real name.

Although in the past ten years, no one has died because of the dumb woman, the people in Qianhu Village have never allowed the dumb woman to return. The seven-year-old dumb woman has lived alone in the back mountain.

It's hard to imagine how a child who is only seven years old can persevere.

Fortunately, there are no beasts on the mountain where Qianhuzhai is located. The stockade arranges manpower day and night to patrol the river under the mountain by boat, and the back mountain is also very safe.

In addition, the old people in the stockade are still reasonable, thinking about the incense left by the elders of the dumb aunt, and often help her, especially the witch doctor grandfather, who has some connections with the dumb aunt's grandmother, and is best for the dumb aunt.

But they did not dare to offend the public and take the dumb aunt back to the stockade.

After all kinds of hardships, Aunt Dumb didn't have the slightest resentment in her heart, her eyes were so clear and pure.

She did not face life negatively and became self-reliant. From the age of twelve, she was able to support herself through labor and weaving bamboo utensils, and refused to support herself.

Qin Sangyue had countless people, and saw that the innocence and innocence that belonged to her still existed in the dumb woman's heart. She wanted to be recognized and be accompanied by friends, so she was vilified by those girls and still expected to get close to them.

This passage on the ground just shows the mute aunt's heart.

She saw the hope of being recognized from Qin Sang.

Qin Sang looked at the dumb aunt's expectant and trusting eyes, and couldn't bear to say more.

Aunt Dumb didn't know that even though he was young in appearance, he was already a cultivator over a hundred years old. He had seen countless real evil spirits. How could he be afraid of mere birthmarks.

Qin Sang has already passed the age of judging people by appearance.

No matter how beautiful the skin is~www.readwn.com~ can it look better than Chenyan and Granny Jing's real body?

No matter how ugly, can it be as ugly as the human heart?

In his eyes, Aunty Dumb is more beautiful than those with beautiful appearances. Such a good girl should be favored by God.

"It will be all right!"

Qin Sang said.

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The mortal herbs had no effect on his injury, Qin Sang couldn't bear the kindness of the dumb aunt, so he drank it all.

After drinking the medicinal soup, the dumb aunt took Qin Sang to take a rest, and when she came back, she weaved bamboo utensils with firelight. The Witch God Festival was about to come, so I could do more.

Through the thin curtain, Qin Sang saw the thin figure of aunt dumb, sitting busy by the fire pond.

After a while, Qin Sang closed his eyes and fell silent.

It rained all night, and when it was almost in the early morning, it gradually stopped, only the sound of pattering rain.

At this moment, lying on the bed, Qin Sang who seemed to be asleep suddenly opened his eyes, and a touch of surprise appeared in his eyes. He thought it would be two more days, but he didn't expect to get better faster than expected, and now his consciousness has recovered a little. .

"Should be able to barely open the Qianjun Ring!"

Qin Sang carefully controlled the trace of divine sense, touched the ring, and finally opened it, quickly took out a few things, and the divine sense was exhausted again.

There was a needle-like pain in the head.

Qin Sang endured the pain and fumbled for a jade bottle containing a spiritual pill to help restore spiritual consciousness. He couldn't wait to open it, took out a few pieces and stuffed it into his mouth, the pain was greatly reduced.

After meditating for an hour, the divine consciousness recovered a little, and Qin Sang opened the corpse puppet bag and called out the Feitian Yasha that had been transformed.

My heart is completely at ease.

Feitian Yasha's appearance changed drastically, his appearance resembled the most ferocious evil spirit, and his fleshly skin turned black, shining with a metallic luster, like a cast of profound iron, containing terrifying power.

This is the real Flying Yaksha!