An hour later

The autumn breeze is bleak, the weeds are overgrown, and the picturesque man in white stands quietly at the ferry, the iron sword of the ancient road, and the quiet and good friends. However, in the eyes of outsiders, the general character of the fairy is broken at the moment, according to the plot of the previous life, at this time, Zhang Yong should have been chased by the enemy to the ferry port of Qingshui Town, and he saved his life bravely. But now there are very few people at this ferry, let alone a large group of people, and there is not even a living creature. Could it be that because of the change in the timeline, everything will be skewed? Shen Chen, who felt the trick of fate, fell into deep doubt about himself, and didn't even hear the faint cry for help that had just appeared beside him.

And Zhang Yong, who was lying on the ground on the other side, also clearly felt this strange atmosphere, and he slowly moved a little to Shen Chen, and then moved a little more. Shen Chen, who felt the abnormal movement around him, drew his sword sharply and turned around, "Who is it?" The cold light flashed, and Shen Chen's sword blade was firmly against Zhang Yan's throat.

"This immortal... Please....help me. The young man's frightened eyes were full of pleading, and no one could bear to refuse. Zhang Yong, who believes that the more miserable the more useful, after finishing the lines with emotion, he fainted very well with the current affairs, leaving Shen Chen, who had not had time to draw his sword back into the sheath, stunned in place. Why, how does it feel different from the original plot? Sure enough, it's a side effect of the timeline change! Looking at the down-and-out young man covered in blood in front of him, Shen Chen sighed, twisted a few tricks and sent this apprentice who didn't play cards according to the routine back to his bamboo house.

Clear leaning on the peak

"I mean, you're so eager to help me deal with the plague, but you actually picked up such a half-dead imp and came back?" Senior Brother Xu Wuwei, who disliked Shen Chen so much, was skillfully repairing Zhang Yong's meridians and nourishing his soul at this time, and he was busy for a while. The fragrance of the herbs that were carefully boiled accompanied by the blessing of spiritual power suddenly filled the entire bamboo house, and the whole was steaming. "I said you were just paralyzed, but in fact you are so venomous." Shen Chen pushed back coldly, "Next." A delicate white jade flute fell steadily into Xu Wuwei's hand.

"Oh? Where did you get this flute? Xu Wuwei raised his eyebrows, and accepted the gift.

"Picked it up." Shen Chen opened the folding fan and shook it, and replied solemnly. After all, he really didn't know how to explain to his good junior brother that the treasures they obtained after passing five levels and killing six generals back then could actually be found by walking a secret passage, if they hadn't found this shortcut when they retreated, I'm afraid that in this life, he would have to fight to the death again. "As a pharmacist, how can you do it without a natal horcrux. You can use it for now. ”

Xu Wuwei lowered his eyes, rubbing the white jade flute in his hand and did not answer, he didn't believe the nonsense Shen Chen said, but this Siming flute is a treasure handed down from ancient times, which is most suitable for pharmacist cultivation, plus it has the effect of biasing the right life, it is really an artifact, it must not be easy to obtain, Shen Chen's kindness, I am afraid it is a bit big.

On the other side, Zhang Yong, who had long since recovered, was silently lying on the bed and paying attention to the close interaction between the two senior brothers with his divine sense, although it seemed to outsiders that the two of them had no tone at all, let alone action contact, he still felt that this conversation sounded how twisted, even at the risk of pretending to be sick and being exposed, he still slowly opened his eyes, and coughed sickly, and no one answered. Coughed again, but no one answered. It's no wonder that Zhang Yong's movements are small, it's just that at this moment, Shen Chen is pondering how to change Zhang Yong's life against the sky, Xu Wuwei is studying the use of Yu Si Mingdi, and he really doesn't have any extra thoughts to care about the little brother on this sickbed.

"That, thank you immortals..."Zhang Yong struggled to stand up, his face was pale and he looked so distressed. The pulse is peaceful, the spiritual power is stable, and it should be no hindrance. "Xu Wuwei, who was pulled back to his thoughts, quickly checked Zhang Yong's body, and decisively gave the conclusion that 'the body is healed and can go home'." This.." Hearing this, Zhang Yong was stunned at first, and his gesture was to say goodbye to Shen Chen, but as soon as his foot stepped on the ground, his body was weak, and he fell to the side of the bed, and he couldn't get up after being stunned for a long time.

"I'm afraid I haven't cultivated yet." Shen Chen frowned and said thoughtfully to Xu Wuwei.

"No, this immortal, I have recovered, I will go down the mountain to avenge my family."

"You are so weak, how can you avenge your family?"

"Fight with your life, use blood as a sword, even if you go to Huangquan, you will be bright and fair, and you will have no regrets." Zhang Yong gritted his teeth and said, the thin body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't bear such a surging anger, "Please! Immortals! Let me stay in Qingyi Peak to learn swords! I will never forget my teacher's kindness! ”

It's finally time to apprentice! Shen Chen thought to himself, the abacus in his heart was playing fast, and after a while, he cleared his throat and raised the shelf, "If you are sincere in learning, you will stay in my peak." Looking at Xu Wuwei's puzzled expression, Shen Chen smiled, and then said the second half of the sentence, "Master Xu Wuwei." ”