Early the next morning, when Zhang Mingtang woke up, he found that Zhou Ze had a fever.

Zhou Ze was already cold from wading through the river last night, and most of his spiritual power was consumed because of the forbidden technique, so he had a high fever in the second half of the night, but he kept gritting his teeth and didn't speak.

By the time Zhang Mingtang found out, Zhou Ze had already fallen into a coma, and his mouth was muttering something nonsense.

Han Da took a sip and said, "It's really a, I've never seen a cultivator have a fever." ”

Zhao An looked at Zhou Ze's burning face, stretched out his hand to probe, and it was terrifyingly hot.

"He's burned too badly, so he'll rest here for the day today, and he'll be on his way again tomorrow." Zhao An frowned and asked Zhang Mingtang.

Zhang Mingtang said with concern, "Poor Dao is not in a hurry, right now this little brother Zhou is sick, poor Dao knows some medical skills, I remember that there are some medicinal materials on the mountain behind this, I will go and see if I can pick some back and give this little brother Zhou some medicine to drink." ”

But before Zhang Mingtang could finish speaking, he heard Han Da's arrogant voice coming, "Stop! From now on, you will stay in this house, you are not allowed to go anywhere, dare to go out of this house, Lao Tzu will discount your old legs!"

This roar startled Zhang Mingtang, and the whole person stood in place a little cramped, looking at Zhou Ze and then at Han Da, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhao An sighed softly, "Senior Brother Han, you are obviously kind, but can't you speak politely?"

"Ahem...... Phew!"

A mouthful of thick phlegm spit out, Han Da crossed his legs, his toes trembled, and he said arrogantly, "Lao Tzu is like this, I can't get used to hearing you fight with me, whoever wins will listen to whom." ”

Zhao An glanced at Han Da helplessly, only to hear Zhang Mingtang ask in a low voice, "Then Little Brother Zhao, what about Little Brother Zhou's illness? If you don't take medicine, I'm afraid people will be burned out." ”

"It's okay, he'll be fine in a few days. Zhao An said casually, not taking Zhou Ze's fever in his eyes at all.

Zhang Mingtang looked at Zhao An and Han Da with a shocked expression, and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Aren't you senior brothers?"

Zhao An nodded and said, "Then what's the matter?"

Zhang Mingtang said in disbelief, "Your junior brother is burned like this, if you don't take medicine to cool down, what if you burn stupidly." ”

"Then don't worry, he's stupid, maybe he can burn his head better. Han Da opened his mouth nonchalantly.

It's not that Zhao An and Han Da don't care about Zhou Ze, although Zhou Ze's physical strength is not much stronger than his peers, he is a natural heavenly spiritual root, even if the spiritual power in his body is lost now, he can still absorb the spiritual power of heaven and earth on his own, promote the righteousness of his body, and in the eyes of others, he has a serious high fever, and for Zhou Ze, I am afraid that he will get better on his own in a day or two, it is nothing more than suffering from some flesh and skin, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

That Zhang Mingtang looked at Zhou Ze's high fever, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes, but he was really afraid of Han Da, so he could only sit aside and cover his forehead with a handkerchief dipped in water to cool him down.

The old man on the bed had been sleeping, perhaps because he hadn't eaten for a long time, and the old man slept very soundly, and could even faintly hear the sound of snoring.

"Thirsty ......" Zhou Ze's muttered voice came, and his voice was full of weakness. When Zhang Mingtang heard this, he immediately took the water bowl next to the table, gently raised Zhou Ze's head, and was about to feed him to drink.

"No!" Zhao An's pupils shrank, and he said urgently, just about to stretch out his hand to stop it, but the water had already been fed.

I don't know if it's because Zhou Ze is hot and thirsty, Zhao An saw Zhou Ze's throat rising and falling,

The sound of "coo" kept coming out of his throat, and the two mouthfuls were at the bottom.

"Thank you. After drinking the water, Zhou Ze sobered up a little and said gratefully to Zhang Mingtang.

But before Zhang Mingtang could speak, Han Da's voice came from the side, "Wretched, is the river water delicious?"

Zhou Ze trembled, looked at Han Da in disbelief, and asked, "What did you say?"

Han Da smiled evilly, "That bowl of water, you personally brought it from the river last night, is it delicious?"

As soon as these words came out, Zhou Ze's pupils shrank, and he instantly recalled the terrifying scene last night when countless floating corpses of white flowers were ground into pulp and flew all over the sky.

"Gross!"

Zhou Ze opened his mouth uncontrollably, and lay on Zhang Mingtang's body and vomited.

Zhou Ze didn't eat too much yesterday, plus he consumed a lot of spiritual power at night, and there was almost nothing in his stomach, except for spitting out the river water he had just drunk, and finally spitting out bile, the whole person's face didn't know whether it was vomiting or burning, and it was red.

"Hahaha," Han Da laughed gloatingly.

Zhao An looked at Han Da a little helplessly, this house was already dilapidated and crowded, and the smell of Zhou Ze spitting out filth was really unbearable.

At that moment, Zhao An gently pulled a finger, and a gust of wind suddenly rose on the ground, blowing away all the smell in the house.

Zhang Mingtang was puzzled and asked, "Is there anything wrong with this river? Why did this little brother Zhou react so much when he heard this river?"

Zhao An and Han Da naturally wouldn't tell him that there were corpses under the river, and they only made up a reason to prevaricate.

After vomiting for a while, Zhou Ze completely lost his strength, he already had a high fever and this toss, his condition seemed to be serious, the whole person fell aside, closed his eyes as if he fell into a coma, and Zhang Mingtang was in a hurry.

"Hey, old man, don't stay on the mountain, what are you doing in Qingyuan?" Han Da suddenly asked.

Zhao An also pricked up his ears and looked at Zhang Mingtang curiously.

If it's someone else, it doesn't matter, this Zhang Mingtang's innate spirit body is the most vulnerable to the invasion and killing of evil spirits, but it is really not easy to live well until now.

"An old friend of Poor Dao left something for his descendants, and Poor Dao's trip was to unravel this thing so that his descendants could obtain it. ”

Zhang Mingtang spoke softly, the corners of his wrinkled eyes seemed to be filled with stories in an instant, and in a soft sigh, his eyes inadvertently swept over Zhao An.

"What do you have to unravel?" asked Handa.

Zhang Mingtang smiled slightly, but he stopped talking.

"Old thing, the whole god is mysterious. ”

Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Han Da scolded unwillingly, and didn't bother to take care of Zhang Mingtang, lying on the ground with Erlang's legs crossed, and humming a song faintly in his mouth, as if he was in the warm fragrance of a hotbed, and he was indescribably happy.

Zhao An really served Han Da!

At this time, there were hundreds of floating corpses lying in the river outside them, and they didn't know what kind of evil cultivation they were facing, and Zhou Ze lost the spiritual power on his body again.

In addition, they were in such a simple and dirty room at this time, and there was a puddle of filth spit out by Zhou Ze on the ground, even he was a little irritable in his heart.

But in this case, Han Da can still be so free and wanton, and he is really firm-hearted.

Zhang Mingtang looked at Han Da, and suddenly said softly, "The time outside the object is self-satisfied, and the eyes are like a dream." Little Brother Han, would you like to join my door?"

As soon as these words came out, Han Da's trembling legs were stunned, and Zhao An raised his head in amazement, looking at Zhang Mingtang with straight eyes, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

Not to mention the identity of the inner disciple of Han Da Yunhai Sect, with his heart and character, he would definitely not worship a mortal Taoist as a master.

Besides, along the way, it was Han Da who was the most unkind to Zhang Mingtang, not only beating and scolding at every turn, but also not having a good tone in his speech, why did this old Taoist priest want to accept Han Da as a beginner?

"Shall I enter your door?" Han Da pointed to his nose in amazement, and after seeing Zhang Mingtang's smiling nod, he suddenly scolded angrily,

"I said, old man, don't be stinky and shameless, okay? When I am a master, you are not afraid of losing your life. ”

Zhang Mingtang smiled "hehe", and he was not angry, but said with a smile, "There are many people in this world who want to be my apprentice, don't you want to?"

Han Da rolled his eyes, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of saliva on the ground, and said,

"What's that, don't you cultivators all pay attention to the word fate? I'll make it clear to you today, old man, we don't have a fate, don't think about accepting me. After I help this wretch send you to Qingyuan City safely, we will part ways, and if we meet again in the future, it is estimated that it will be the time to pass by and go to the grave for you, but in the next life, you cultivate well, maybe Uncle Han will see you pitiful, and he can also promise you a master-apprentice relationship. ”

Han Da said as he shook his toes and said to Zhao An, "Zhao An, Lao Tzu is hungry, bake me a steamed bun to eat." ”

"I want to eat it and bake it myself. Zhao An threw out a white flower object and smashed it on Han Da's face.

Zhang Mingtang looked at Han Da with a smile, shook his head and said, "The Dao is natural, and the word fate is not as easy as you say. I will ask you three times, and if you don't agree three times, then the poor way will no longer force it. ”

Han Da rolled his eyes and muttered, "Dream it." ”

As he was talking, suddenly the old man on the bed groaned softly and slowly opened his eyes.

"Old man, are you awake?" Zhao An walked to the bed in a few steps and asked softly.

The old man looked at Zhao An straight for a long time before he reacted and said, "You haven't left yet?"

Zhao An opened his mouth and said, "Our companion is sick, I'm afraid we will have to bother for another day or two." Old man, do you live here by yourself, do you have no relatives and children? This is not a good place, and it is better to move out as soon as possible. ”

The old man shook his head and said, "I can't go, I'm going to stay here and wait for my son to come home." ”

As he spoke, the old man's eyes turned red, and the corners of his mouth pursed, as if he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

"You also have a son?" Zhao An asked.

The old man nodded lightly, "My son is a famous filial son in ten miles, a few days ago he said that he was going up the mountain to give me some game, but he never came back, I don't know whether it is life or death, if I go, what if he comes back and can't see me?"

Hearing this, Zhao An and Han Da glanced at each other.

If they were not mistaken, I am afraid that the old man's son did not come back from the mountains, but that he was buried in that river and was captured and refined.

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