"What to save, it's just a little handyman, if you die, you will die!"

"That's it, this kind of person who has no future in his life, if he is saved, it is just a waste of food!"

"That's right, senior sister, let's continue to cultivate......."

Hearing this, Liu Qinghedai frowned slightly, looked at Yang Ye lying on the ground with some disgust, and said: "It's really not beaten, you deserve to be a handyman for a lifetime." Send him back to the Miscellaneous Yard, whether he lives or dies, depending on his own creation. With that, he turned and walked away.

The young man shrugged his shoulders, looked at the poplar leaves lying on the ground, shook his head, and said in a low voice: "Whether you are dead or alive, it depends on your own creation." Don't hold a grudge in your heart, then you'll only die faster, oh, what are you doing talking to a handyman......"

"Am I going to die?" Mother, little sister ......" The thinner and thinner consciousness made Yang Ye feel that he had come to a dark place, endless darkness, without a trace of light, and an extremely weak murmur, with that last consciousness, quietly dissipated......

.......

At this time, in Yang Ye's room, an old man in linen clothes sat in front of Yang Ye's bed, and on a wooden bench next to him, on a slightly shabby soft leather, there were dense needles, and the tips of the needles flashed with a slight coldness, which made people shudder a little.

Behind the old man was a little girl, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with crooked eyebrows, a small pink face, and a pair of smart eyes that turned from time to time, revealing a ruthless and clever energy.

"Grandpa, he's so badly injured, you definitely can't save him, let's just bury him!" Seeing that the old man was full of dense needles on Yang Ye's upper body, the little girl walked up to the old man and pouted.

Hearing this, the old man's hand that was about to insert the needle suddenly stopped in the air, turned his head to look at the little girl, shook his head, and said: "Xiaoman, are you agitating your grandfather again! Don't worry! Although this kid was injured by the sword qi, he didn't hurt his heart, he just bled too much. This little injury is not a piece of cake for your grandfather?" After that, the silver needle in the old man's hand pierced down, and as soon as the needle pierced, Yang Ye's fingers trembled slightly.

"Wow, grandpa, his fingers moved! grandpa is amazing!" Seeing Yang Ye's fingers moved, Xiaoman exclaimed.

Hearing this, the old man showed a smug smile on his face, and said with a smile: "Of course, don't look at who your grandfather is......!

"But the first physician of the Southern Regions, even those innate powerhouses, spirit masters have to call you a treasure when they see you, right, grandpa!" Xiao Man interrupted the old man's words and grinned at the old man.

"Ahem!" he said. The old man's face turned red, glared at Xiao Man, and said, "You go back and get some medicine for this kid...... Forget it, I'd better go by myself! With that, he walked out.

Seeing that his grandfather didn't trust him, Xiao Man pursed his lips, turned his eyes, and when he saw the silver needle on the wooden stool, his eyes lit up, he stretched out his right hand, picked up a silver needle a few centimeters long, looked at it for a while, and then turned his eyes to Yang Ye lying on the bed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Where should I tie it?"

Looking at Yang Ye, who had more than 20 silver needles on his upper body, Xiao Man was a little embarrassed for a while, where should he go to? His eyes wandered away from Yang Ye's body for a moment, and then he fixed his gaze on a blank space on Yang Ye's chest, "That's it, this hasn't been pierced!" Without the slightest hesitation, the long needle in Xiao Man's hand was slightly pierced......

"Ah, why did you go in all of them, I didn't use any strength!" Xiao Man looked at the silver needle with only one needle left outside, and was a little puzzled.

Yang Ye, who was lying on the bed, frowned, and the corners of his mouth pulled slightly, and all this, Xiao Man, who was a little excited, didn't notice it.

Turning his head to look at Yang Ye, who did not make the slightest movement, Xiao Man frowned, and muttered softly: "How can there be no reaction? Isn't it enough?" Thinking of this, he picked up a silver needle in his right hand and pierced it again at the previous position......

"Poof"

When the little needle fell, Yang Ye, who was lying on the bed, suddenly straightened up, a mouthful of blood spurted out without warning, his eyes looked at the front blankly, and in less than a moment, he fell down again, and passed out as before, but now his face was a little pale.

Xiao Man was stunned by Yang Ye's sudden movements, and then with an "ah", his body retreated again and again.

"What's wrong?"

At this time, the old man held a few herbs in his hand, and his figure hurriedly rushed into the hut, looking at the somewhat frightened Xiaoman, and asked urgently.

"He ......" Xiao Manshuiling's eyes widened, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Yang Ye who was lying on the bed, and said: "He sat up suddenly, and then, and then vomited blood, you see, the bed is full of blood......"

"En?" Hearing this, the old man frowned, is his treatment ineffective? Walked to Yang Ye's side, when he saw the two extra silver needles on Yang Ye's upper body, the old man's face suddenly darkened, turned his head to look at Xiao Man, and said in a deep voice: "Girl, did you prick these two needles?"

"I, I'm just just prick one at random, you pierce so much, can't I tie two?" Xiaoman said a little aggrieved, and there was a hint of moisture in his eyes.

Hearing this, the old man suddenly couldn't cry or laugh, looking at Xiaoman's aggrieved appearance, his heart softened, shook his head, and said softly: "Don't cry your nose, can this needle be pricked casually? You almost didn't play this kid to death, if your two needles are half an inch down, we can really only bury this kid!"

"I don't know, I just won't stab him in the future. Xiao Man lowered his head a little weakly, and then said: "Grandpa, you save him quickly!" If he is stabbed to death by Xiao Man, Xiao Man will feel guilty, Xiao Man will be unhappy every day, if Xiao Man is unhappy, he will not be making monkey wine for Grandpa, nor will he be stir-frying for Grandpa......

"Stop!" The old man's face was full of black lines, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said: "Grandma, I can save it, can't I save it? Don't threaten your grandfather, your grandfather really owes you in his last life!"

Hearing this, Xiao Man smiled and said with a smile: "Hehe, I know that grandpa is the best!"

Shaking his head, the old man turned his head to look at Yang Ye, who had a miserable white face, and muttered in a low voice: "For my happy life in the future, I can only cheapen you kid." After that, his right hand was placed on Yang Ye's abdomen, and immediately, a trace of mysterious qi slowly entered Yang Ye's body along the old man's right hand.

"I, am I not dead yet?"

A few minutes after the old man conveyed the Xuan Qi, an extremely subtle murmuring sound sounded in the room.

"Wow, you're really alive!" Xiao Man walked to the side of the bed, looked down at Yang Ye who was lying on the bed and his eyes slowly opened, and said happily.

Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes, but saw a smiling face like a flower, looking at himself with a smile.

"Are you?" Seeing the little beauty staring at herself, Yang Ye asked out loud.

Xiaoman smiled: "My name is Xiaoman, well, this is my grandfather next to me, people call him Uncle Bao, he is the one who saved you!"

"Shhh

Hearing this, Yang Ye wanted to sit up, but as soon as he exerted his strength, a sharp pain came from his chest, which made Yang Ye gasp.

"Don't move, the wound on your chest hasn't fully healed yet, take a few days to recuperate!" Uncle Bao said lightly.

It turned out that he was injured, Yang Ye suddenly fell silent, and immediately, the scene of the day appeared in his mind, the woman, the spirit swordsmanship, and the blood...... And the man's words: "Don't hold a grudge in your heart, or you will die sooner." ”

Heaven rewards hard work, although I Yang Ye is just a miscellaneous disciple, but I don't believe that I have been a miscellaneous disciple all my life, I have no talent, but I have perseverance, and I have a heart to become stronger!

After a few years of living as a miscellaneous disciple, Yang Ye understood that before he had no strength, he could only be a low-key person, and this time, he could only knock out his teeth and swallow it in his stomach, if he showed any dissatisfaction with the woman at that time, or any hatred, then he would definitely be killed on the spot.

Maybe the woman will be punished a little, but she will not lose her life for him Yang Ye, a talented outer disciple and a miscellaneous servant of the Xuanzhi Yipin, the Sword Sect will definitely choose the former.

"Hey, are you okay!" Seeing that Yang Ye was silent, Xiao Man asked softly.

"Oh!" Yang Ye, who came back to his senses, hugged his fists at the two of them, and said, "Thank you Xiaoman, girl and Uncle Bao, thank you for your kindness, the kid has written down this kindness in his heart." ”

"Hee-hee, it's fine if you're okay, if you die, I'm ....... Hungry, anyway, now that you're alright, then we'll go" Xiao Man grinned, jumped small steps, and ran out of the door step by step.

Seeing this Xiaoman's lively and cute appearance, Yang Ye also smiled, this Xiaoman is as big as his sister, thinking of this, Yang Ye sighed in his heart, "I don't know how my sister and mother are doing at home, hey, I can't go back to this month's outing, it seems that I can only wait for next month." ”

"Boy, martial arts, although talent is important, perseverance and perseverance are more important, work hard!" Baoshu looked at the poplar leaves on the bed and said suddenly.

Yang Ye was stunned, and then nodded and said, "Thank you Uncle Bao for your advice, the kid will work hard." ”

Uncle Bao shook his head and smiled: "What do I point, this sentence is said by the founder of the Sword Sect, all the disciples of the Sword Sect know, I'm leaving, you can take care of your injuries, you miscellaneous stewards let me tell you, you don't have to do any work in the past few days, just take a good rest." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Bao. ”

Uncle Bao nodded, didn't say much, and turned to leave.

.......

Yang Ye was the only one left in the room, and the room was a little silent and dignified because of the loneliness. Yang Ye, who was lying on the bed, stared straight at the beams of the house with his eyes, thinking secretly in his heart. He has been in the Sword Sect for three years, from the excitement of being selected by the Sword Sect to the loss of becoming a miscellaneous disciple, Yang Ye's life can be said to be extremely dramatic.

When the Sword Sect went to Yang Ye's village to accept people, the young generation of Yang Ye's village were all very excited, and Yang Ye was no exception, and Yang Ye did not disappoint his parents and sister, standing out among many people, being favored by the people of the Sword Sect, and brought to the Sword Sect.

After coming to the Sword Sect, Yang Ye was indeed shocked. There are people who can fly on swords, there are people who can split mountains and earth with fists, and there are people who can control fierce beasts....... Everything here shocked Yang Ye and made him excited. However, the reality is cruel, he was assigned to the miscellaneous room, and a group of miscellaneous disciples are responsible for all kinds of trivial matters of the Sword Sect, and those who become outer disciples, they only need to cultivate with peace of mind, and their eating, drinking, Lazar and other issues are all responsible for miscellaneous disciples like Yang Ye.

Of course, Yang Ye is not willing to be just a miscellaneous disciple, so as long as he has the opportunity, he will secretly learn, but there is no one to teach, what can he learn by stealing a little bit? But that's about it.

"Hey!" sighed in a low voice, throwing the thoughts in his head out of his head, Yang Ye closed his eyes, and silently ran the faint trace of Xuan Qi in his body, but as soon as he ran the Xuan Qi, Yang Ye opened his eyes suddenly, and his face was full of incredulity......