Master of cultivating immortals on campus

A wisp of warm sunshine shines on the simple hut. Jiang Zhen opens his eyes, blinks and closes them. At this time, he heard a faint chat outside the room. Jiang Zhen opened his eyes again and tried to get out of bed to have a look, but his body couldn't move.

Jiang Zhen's head is blank. He tries to think about what happened before, but the more he thinks about it, the more his head hurts, just like thousands of ants biting in his head.

"Dad, you really are. Anyone dares to save him. What if he's a bad guy? I think it's time to throw it out on his own Gillian said insolently.

Her name is Tang Jiao and her nickname is Ajiao. I never remember living in seclusion with my father in this mountain. My father and daughter lived together for 27 years. Although it was a little bitter, they had a good time. They planted their own land, went up the mountain to get some game, and changed their daily necessities when they couldn't eat.

Tang Jiao has lived in the mountains since she was a child. Apart from the wild animals in the mountains, Ah Jiao can only communicate with her father. In addition, her father has always pampered her, so she has developed a arrogant and domineering character over the years.

Ah Jiao saw that her father didn't make a sound. Her little mouth was pouting. She held her father's arm tightly in her hands and shook it hard. From time to time, she said, "Dad... You're saying something..."

The old man still didn't make a sound, picked up his cigarette bag and took a deep breath. Gillian see father indifferent, gas straight stamp feet, "Dad! If you don't talk, I'll take it as your consent! I'll throw him out now. " Gillian pointed to Jiang Zhen lying in the room, but she did not move, just looking at the old man's behavior.

The old man knows his daughter's temperament very well, which is not her true words at all. He has lived in seclusion with himself since childhood, and has little contact with strangers. He can go down the mountain once a year to change the necessities of life. This suddenly appeared a stranger, but also a man, she will not adapt.

Old man "ha ha!" With a smile, he raised his right foot and knocked the cigarette bag in his hand. Then he put the cigarette bag into his pocket and kindly said, "Ah Jiao! It's a good old saying. Saving one life is better than building a seven level floating butcher. Do you think Dad can save himself? I think my baby Gillian would not be indifferent if she saw her at that time! Ha ha... "

"I can't say you, hum!" Gillian let go of the old man's arm, turned around and left.

"Ah Jiao! What are you doing? " Asked the old man.

Gillian looked back at her father and said, "what else can I do! Go up the mountain and see if you can catch a pheasant. If he wakes up, he can make up for it. If he starves to death, what can we do in our house! " Then he turned and ran up the mountain.

The old man in the heart secretly smile, this wench when can grow up“ Be careful when you go up the mountain. Come back early... "

"I see! Don't worry about how old I am! " With that, Ajiao disappeared in the thick forest.

At this time, Jiang Zhen endured severe pain and continued to recall, but he couldn't remember who he was and what he called. Jiang Zhen lost his memory. You know, if it wasn't for the elixir in his body, let alone the amnesia, his life would be lost!

Jiang Zhen blinked his eyes in pain. The old man came over with a bowl of soup in his hand. "Young man, you are awake. You have been sleeping for seven days and nights. It seems that my soup still works, ha ha!" The old man stroked his beard with pride.

Jiang Zhen politely looked at the old man. Now he didn't think about anything. He politely wanted to do it, but his injured brain couldn't control his body. Jiang Zhen subconsciously twitched his body, and the old man observed this weak move.

"Ha ha, young man, just wake up and don't move. Don't try to be brave." The old man saw Jiang Zhen's idea and said politely.

Jiang Zhen was inexplicably moved by the old man's kind and kind tone. To tell the truth, Jiang Zhen had never felt such concern from an elder. At this time, his heart was filled with some inexplicable warmth. "

Jiang Zhen tried to open his eyes and answered "uncle! Where am I? Can you tell me my name? Who am I?... "

The old man probably saw something and said: "young man, you just wake up, don't think so much, pay more attention to rest! Let's drink this medicine first... "Then the old man handed the soup to Jiang Zhen.

Jiang Zhen didn't have any mood to take medicine at this time. He tried his best to open his eyes and use all his strength to ask: "old man! Can you tell me what happened? Is this true? Who am I? "

Jiang Zhen can't move, but the old man can see the anxiety in his eyes at this moment. The old man patted Jiang Zhen on the shoulder with his rough right hand! Let's drink the medicine first, and then let's think about it after we have recovered the injury. "

Although Jiang Zhen lost his memory, the domineering spirit in his heart can never be erased. Jiang Zhen looked at the old man who was so concerned about him. His eyes were wide open. He used his last strength and yelled, "who am I, and where am I?" Then the severe headache made this once heaven level man faint again.

At this time, the old man sighed deeply, put the Decoction in his hand aside, picked up the cigarette bag in his pocket and took a deep breath. The old man's mind at the moment was very clear. The one he was saving was certainly not an ordinary person. First of all, in terms of Jiang Zhen's appearance, and in terms of his unusual breath from his body, it was certainly not an ordinary person.

Although the old man is now an ordinary people, he was also a famous figure before he lived in seclusion. Although he was not a master of cultivation, he was rich and powerful, and had contact with many masters of cultivation. In terms of his experience, people are more accurate.

Jiang Zhen fell asleep again. The old man wiped the sweat on his forehead and left the house.

As the sun goes down, the law in the mountains is very natural. Not far from the wooden house, there are bursts of clear and beautiful songs in the deep forest. This song is not someone else's, it is the morning is still feigning temper singing.

The original ecology of the mountain, dusk has arrived, the animals in the mountain have gradually returned to nest, at this moment, Gillian's song reverberates in the valley, beautiful. The birds in the mountain forest are also gradually silent, as if Gillian has integrated into the mountain forest, her singing has become an indispensable part of the mountain forest, and all kinds of animals in the mountain can't go back to the nest to rest without this sound.

The chimney of the wooden house is burning with green smoke. The old man is holding a chopping axe and trying to chop the thick trees in front of him into firewood suitable for cooking.

When the old man heard his daughter's singing, he habitually put down the axe in his hand, wiped the sweat on his forehead, took out the cigarette bag in his pocket, and sat on a wooden pier beside him, waiting for the daughter. This kind of look is common behavior, in this mountain dependent father and daughter but unusual. The old man is old, and his daughter is everything to him. Although his daughter has grown up and has lived in the mountain for a long time, her daughter has already had the ability to deal with all kinds of beasts and emergencies in the mountain, but Gillian is always the daughter who is not big and owes too much in his eyes.

"Daddy, I'm back. You see what I've got today." Ajiao with light steps, ran to the father's front.

Old man is still consistent style, smoking in the hands of the cigarette bag, "ha ha" response.

Ah Jiao's harvest this time is really not small! There are two pheasants, three hares, and two tree chickens. There is an old saying that the dragon meat in the sky and the donkey meat in the ground. The dragon meat in the sky is the tree chicken in Northeast China.)

Gillian shook the game in front of her father and exclaimed, "Daddy, do you think I'm good? I've worked hard. "

Gillian's mind when the father how can not know ah, this is to his credit! The old man still used to "ha ha" smile, "mm-hmm, my baby Gillian, can be powerful."

Gillian heard Father's praise, just about to laugh with pride, but before she could laugh out, the old man said: "ha ha! I don't know what happened to Gillian today. She has never seen so many prey before. I don't know if Gillian's ability has grown up again? Or for something else? "

"I hate it! Dad, you can think what you want! I don't care about you. I'm tired all day today. I have to rest early. " Gillian realized what her father wanted to say, so she digged off the topic, put down her prey and left.

"The young man woke up as soon as you left today." Uncle cold not ding a word, let this tired a Jiao of a day immediately stopped to want to rest of idea.

Gillian turned back to stop, surprised and curious asked: "he woke up? You ask him what his name is, what he does, where he lives

"Ouch! I'm a precious girl. Don't I have to throw it out in the morning? How did you care so much for one day| Ha ha ha... "The old man teased me tentatively.

"Dad, I don't care. I hope he wakes up early, or I can't eat these prey, can't I? He'll take care of him in a hurry. Let's go. We'll have to wait on him if we save money. Hum ~! " Gillian's words are not right, and she tries to explain.

"Ha ha, good girl, when he's taken care of, even if you want to keep him, I won't either. He wakes up for a while in the morning, and then he faints again." The old man took a deep breath of his cigarette bag.

"And he said nothing?" Gillian asked curiously.

"I think this young man has lost his memory. When he woke up, he asked where it was? "Who am I?" the old man said, putting out his cigarette bag. "Let it be. What you should know, sooner or later, and what you shouldn't know, I'm afraid that if you know, it will cause trouble." Finish saying, put out the cigarette bag in the hand, both hands one back, slowly walk toward the house