"You hold back, my technique is far inferior to my junior brother, it may be more painful, but you must not move, otherwise, when you lose the knife, it will be really troublesome, if you die, my junior brother will probably have to go to the mountains every day to look for it! Besides, I'm sorry for your mother, I'm not a good person, you don't know, I just owe my little brother a favor, I still come and go, and now I can't get out of paying it back to myself, I can't owe you any more favors, so I also took a risk to save your mother, do you understand? ”

Zhibao said secretly in his heart at this time:

"Fortunately, I can't speak, if I can speak, it's the same as this Taoist, so nagging, but I really can't stand it!"

So Zhibao picked up the clean bowl in his hand, and prepared to pick up his heart's blood, while signaling the Taoist to hurry up.

When the Taoist saw the big bowl in Zhibao's hand, he laughed unconsciously and laughed:

"You baby, such a big bowl of blood, you can't directly let you die on the spot, you mother and son are connected, you don't worry, you don't need so much."

"If my little junior brother comes to help you get it, he may not even need a sharp knife, he only needs a silver needle to get your heart's blood, he will also make hemp boiling powder, and you can not feel pain, your baby looks carefully, the long way is quite beautiful, but you can't let this baby be his apprentice, otherwise I don't worry, although I know his thoughts, don't worry, but I still don't want you to be his apprentice, so you still want to be my apprentice!"

Zhibao felt that he was about to collapse, and he couldn't wait to sew up the Taoist's babbling and endless mouth, so he directly put the big bowl on the simple wooden table on the side, waiting for the Taoist to finish chattering.

The Taoist reached into his arms, took out a delicate small bottle of black ink, opened it with a strong medicinal fragrance, he aimed the bottle mouth at Zhibao's heart, and then used his wrist strength to pierce the sharp knife in his hand into Zhibao's heart half an inch, and then quickly pulled out the sharp knife, a few drops of blood on the tip of the knife were dripping, and the Taoist quickly put the porcelain bottle under the tip of the knife, and steadily caught the few drops of blood that seemed to be slightly fragrant Ganoderma lucidum.

The Taoist then put down the sharp knife in his right hand, stretched out his hand and put it into his arms, took out a packet of medicinal powder, threw it to Zhibao, who snorted, and said:

"This is the elixir that my little junior brother prepared for me, I have not been willing to use it, you are cheap, eh, I can tell you, one day you follow me back, when you see my little junior brother, can you tell him that I used this medicine powder for you, I am worried that he will be angry, because he told me a thousand times, saying that this medicine powder is caused by his own hands, and the treatment is very effective, in case I encounter danger, I use it, it must not be used by other people, men and women are not allowed to drop!"

Zhibao had already put the medicine powder on his heart, and if it was true, the medicine stopped bleeding, and it was really an elixir, and he had a little more confidence in his heart that this Taoist chief could cure his mother.

When Zhibao spread the powder evenly and retied his clothes, he found that the chief had poured the potion from the ink-colored porcelain bottle into the corner of his mother's mouth.

"Zhibao ......."

The mother opened her eyes tremblingly, and called softly from her mouth:

"Mother, mother, you're awake, great! You're scared to death, mother! ”

Zhibao hurriedly walked over, sat on the edge of his mother's collapse, and held his mother's hands.

The Taoist chief whispered a few words into Zhibao's ear:

"Your mother woke up this time, and she is also back to the light, time is running out, if you have anything to say, just talk to your mother!"

It's rare that this time the Taoist chief didn't babble endlessly for a long time, he just glanced at Zhibao's mother for a long time, nodded at her again, and went out.

Although the words spoken by the Taoist chief and Zhibao were light, after all, they were so close, and he also deliberately let Zhibao's mother hear a sentence and a half, and he was also telling Zhibao's mother that if there were any last words, it was better to say them to Zhibao as soon as possible.

The Taoist slowly walked into the courtyard, looking at the scattered clouds in the sky, and suddenly felt relaxed:

"Little junior brother, you wait for me, I'll be back, and you will be able to fulfill your life's wishes, but I don't care if your body is a little junior sister or a little junior brother, why do you have to be so entangled, and besides, does it matter if the child is born or not? Wouldn't it be nice if we were together? ”

Slowly, a touch of crimson appeared on the elegant Taoist complexion.

Inside, dim.

"Zhibao, my mother may not be able to do it, my mother's biggest worry is that you can't grow up well, now you can support yourself well, and your mother is not so worried, but there is one thing, my mother must tell you to know, otherwise my mother can't feel at ease when she leaves."

"Zhibao, do you know why your name is Zhibao?"

Zhibao sobbed and shook her head.

"Zhibao, your biological father is not an ordinary person, he is a reincarnation of Lingzhi, when I met him, he happened to be reincarnated for a thousand years, and it was also his last reincarnation, after the reincarnation was successful, he completely became a Zhixian, but he will not remember all the things when he was reincarnated, I met him during his last ascension to the immortal tribulation!"

When Zhibao heard this, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face:

"I know, you may not be able to accept it for a while, but this is true, and at that time he couldn't speak, and before he completely became an immortal, Lingzhi couldn't speak, which is different from other spiritual things, but they also have advantages that are different from other spiritual objects, that is, they can directly ascend to immortals after cultivating for three thousand years, while ordinary spiritual objects cannot, basically they can cultivate into human form, and they have reached the top......"

Zhibao's mother said a few words and took a breath, Zhibao hurriedly poured a bowl of water and handed it to her mother's mouth, but her mother waved her hand to indicate that she didn't want to drink.

"Zhibao, your biological father in the last tribulation, when his spiritual power was completely gone, he met an experienced ginseng farmer digging ginseng, at that time, it was also because of the loss of cultivation, became an ordinary ginseng, although it has a thousand-year-old humanoid appearance, but there is no spiritual power to protect himself, but infiltration can escape along the ginseng beard, your biological father is trying his best to escape, it thinks that this catastrophe is this dangerous ginseng digging people, so it is even more desperate, Recklessly using it to grow for thousands of years, it is not easy to escape to a thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, and the ginseng diggers did not expect that the ginseng that has grown into a human shape can be conscious, not to run away into the deep mountains, but to the contrary, escape to the foot of the mountain, under a small bamboo forest. ”