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No matter how the seasons change, the peach blossoms are still the same.

A girl over the age of fourteen with a child running on the mountain road. The little girl waved her little arms like lotus roots, and ran up with joy, and an old man who followed closely behind her shouted with a smile: "Slow down, be careful of falling." ”

The old man's surname is Jin, and people call him Jin Lao.

"Grandpa, why didn't you see the weeds you said?"

"Hehe, Wenwen, if it was so easy to pick, it wouldn't be so expensive. ”

The mountain wind was very strong, and as soon as Jin Lao's words came out, they were blown to pieces, falling from his ears and scattering, not to mention the extremely excited Wenwen, who became authentic and authentic into "wind in his ears".

On the left is the Old Man Peak, and on the right is the Taiji Peak.

Seemingly non-existent fog envelops its gigantic mountain passes, sunlight and mist blend into a transpiring mist, and countless shades of green combine to create a striking visual effect, thicker and lighter the farther you go.

In the thick or light fog, there are occasionally dark green to blackened old pines, mixed with the boundless peach color, stretching in distinct shapes, so restrained but so flamboyant, unscrupulous and justifiable.

"Grandpa, come on, there's a bloody man here. ”

Jin Lao was startled, and quickened his pace and ran towards Wenwen's side.

Sure enough, a young man, lying motionless in a pool of blood, was wearing clothes that were not at all the style here.

Could it be someone from outside?

How can it be?

There have been no outsiders here for 2,000 years, is the matter of hexagrams really coming?

Jin Lao squatted down, took a closer look at the seriously injured young man, probed his nose, and breathed.

But checking his injuries, Jin Lao was stunned!

So you don't die?

I saw a bloody hole in the young man's right chest, leading straight to his back, which was obviously a penetrating wound.

There is also a blood hole in the lower right abdomen, and the most shocking thing is the head, and on the back of the head, a wound the size of a small fist, blood gushing out.

Needless to say, this is exactly Ning Fuchen who was injured by the energy gun.

It turned out that Wang Zhuliu's energy gun had opened a small opening in this enchantment, and Ning Fuchen fell in from the mouth of the enchantment and rolled down on the ridge between Old Man Peak and Taiji Peak. Fortunately, several peach trees were connected together to cushion the weight of his fall, otherwise he might have been crushed.

Jin Lao Er didn't say a word, tore off a piece of his shirt casually, wrapped Ning Fuchen's head tightly a few times, stopped the bleeding, and tied a few layers of his chest tightly with his belt, and then bent down to pick up Ning Fuchen.

"Wenwen, hurry back. ”

"Grandpa, didn't you say that the injured don't need to be treated, and the sick can't be treated?"

"Don't speak, this is not an ordinary person, it may be related to the survival of our tribe, you know?"

"Grandpa, you mean that this person is the savior of gossip grandpa?"

"Let's go, don't be verbose. ”

Jin Lao seemed to be as skinny as firewood, but he picked up Ning Fuchen's body of more than 100 catties and went down the mountain, but he didn't have any difficulty, he walked like a fly, and rushed down the mountain.

Not far down the hill, a small wooden house.

The old man carried Ning Fuchen into the house and put him on the only bed inside.

"Go boil some millet porridge and beat two snowflake eggs. ”

Wenwen answered, and went into the stove house to get busy.

Jin Lao grabbed Ning Fuchen's wrist and checked his pulse.

The pulse is very faint and seems to be absent.

With so much blood loss, a puncture injury to the lungs and a head injury, how could this person survive?

This is something that has never happened before.

After a while, Wenwen's millet porridge and egg soup were ready, she took a small spoon and carefully blew the cold, sat on the edge of Ning Fuchen's bed, and fed it in one mouthful.

Seeing this, Jin Lao walked away alone, and sighed, it seems that this person's life should not be extinguished.

Ning Fuchen no longer had any consciousness.

After the Heavenly Book in the Sea of Knowledge blocked Wang Zhuliu's shot, he received serious damage, and seemed to have exhausted all his energy, and there was no more reaction.

Only the immortal aura flowing slowly in the meridians was still nourishing his viscera meridians. The powerful immortal qi enveloped the energy that destroyed everything at the wound, and slowly absorbed it.

Wenwen was busy around Ning Fuchen for a long time, seeing that it was getting dark, but Ning Fuchen was still lying on the bed, motionless, as if a clay sculpture and wood carving.

Jin Lao came in and looked at it a few times, and saw that Ning Fuchen's breathing gradually stabilized, and the wound no longer bleed, and he was secretly surprised by the strength of this person's own resistance.

After dinner, Wenwen lay on the temporary bunk and tossed and turned, and Jin Lao kept saying on the side: "Sleep, sleep." ”

Until dawn, Wenwen didn't fall asleep, she got up and looked at it a few times, Ning Fuchen was still like that, motionless, and there was no sign of waking up at all.

After breakfast, Jin Lao said: "Wenwen, you watch him at home, remember, you can't let others come in to see him, I'll go pick some weeds and make soup for him to drink." ”

"Hmm. ”

After Jin Lao left, Wenwen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Ning Fuchen with unblinking eyes, after she washed Ning Fuchen's face, she found that Ning Fuchen looked very handsome, although her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes and thick eyebrows were raised upward, like two sharp swords.

The face is well-contoured, angular, and the lips are thick and a bit honest.

Two people, one lying and the other sitting, both motionless.

Suddenly, Ning Fuchen's stomach gurgled.

Oops, I'm afraid I'm going to go to the toilet.

Wenwen's face couldn't help but burn, what should I do? Grandpa didn't let others know about him.

As he was hesitating, there was a poof, and a pungent smell filled the room at once.

Oops, pulled in your pants!

Wenwen blushed and was at a loss.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see my grandfather come back, so I had to get a basin of hot water, take a towel, grit my teeth and stretch out a trembling hand, and untie Ning Fuchen's belt.

Wenwen didn't dare to look at Ning Fuchen's underneath, so she had to close her eyes and play with his pants, and she didn't take off his pants for a long time, but she grabbed Xiao Ning Fuchen with one hand, and had to open her eyes to take a look, and immediately ran out screaming, holding her face with both hands, and had a hot fever.

A fourteen-year-old girl already knows some things about men and women, and her intuition is embarrassing.

Thinking that Ning Fuchen's body had not been cleaned yet, he had to walk in hard, carefully clean his front and back, and finally, simply scrub all the blood and sweat stains on his whole body, and put on his grandfather's gray clothes.

After all this, it was already noon, so I boiled some millet porridge and fed Ning Fuchen a big bowl.

After the meal, Wenwen was about to wash Ning Fuchen's clothes, but she took out some strange things from his pocket, all kinds of gadgets, which she had never seen before, and couldn't help but feel strange. (To be continued.) )