When Zhenjiu wakes up, he finds himself in an unknown mountain village, and the villagers are very welcoming and take good care of him.

During the two months he was recuperating from his injuries, he asked the villagers who had brought him here.

Strangely enough, however, the villagers had no memory of what had happened before.

I only know that someone sent Zhenjiu here and asked the villagers to take good care of it.

But none of the villagers knew who it was.

Zhenjiu pondered that the memories of these villagers seemed to have been affected by something, and the content was vacant for several days.

He knew that the life-saving benefactor definitely didn't want to reveal his identity, so he left early and erased the memories of the villagers in the past few days.

Zhenjiu is not the kind of ungrateful person, and he is secretly determined to find a life-saving benefactor and do his best to repay the other party.

The only clues left in the mountain village were the bag of danliang and the faint point of light he saw when he was asleep.

After that, Zhenjiu spent a lot of time visiting various places, looking for the origin of the Danliang, but he was disappointed by the results.

This kind of pill grain is a relatively common type, and there are more than 200 sects producing it, and some of them even sell the recipe so that some solitary cultivators can also make it.

The benefactor could not be found with the pill grain, and the only clue was the pale green light when he was asleep.

Every day, Zhenjiu would spend a lot of time closing his eyes and recalling the strange images he felt at that time, and experiencing the power characteristics of the light.

He writes down his feelings about this power on a note and carries it with him, reminding himself of it every moment.

And now, he saw exactly the same colors and sensed extremely similar powers.

The soft, uplifting feeling is so familiar, so similar to what you remember every day.

"Zheng Qiu, Zheng Qiu......" Zhenjiu silently muttered the name in his mouth.

Soon he remembered that he had met Zheng Qiu.

That's right, at that time, in addition to Zheng Qiu, there was also the female disciple of the Qianyun Sect who was killing in all directions.

It's just that Zheng Qiu was still very young at that time, and he was not a cultivator, and the woman was in a wheelchair with limited mobility.

Zhenjiu's eyes lit up, that's right, he had seen Zheng Qiu, and Zheng Qiu had also seen himself, and they were still on the same heavenly boat at that time.

Then it all makes sense.

It was precisely because Zheng Qiu knew himself that he would take the risk of offending the Wen Sword Sect and take himself from the swamp to the small mountain village.

And now Zheng Qiu didn't care about offending all the cultivators, and insisted on saving the two people who had opened the formation in the Qianyun Sect.

The corners of Zhenjiu's mouth turned up, revealing a smile of relief.

"Nearly ten years have passed, and the original child has grown into the current cultivation genius, but the character of saving people has not changed.

In that case, how can I watch my benefactor fall into trouble.

Zheng Qiu rescued me from the Yellow Spring, even if I re-entered, what would it matter. ”

Thinking of this, he slapped his left hand on his right arm, and a white light shone out from under his skin.

Then his feet kicked the ground heavily, and his body rushed out of the crowd like an arrow from the string and landed in front of Zheng Qiu.

Suddenly a person rushed out, and the speed was very fast, which really startled Zheng Qiu.

I just wanted to throw pollen and get drunk on my opponent, but I saw that the opponent quickly turned around and left his back to himself.

This turning action made Zheng Qiu confused, didn't he give up his defense by exposing his back to himself, what the hell did this person want to do.

Before Zheng Qiu could figure it out, he saw the man in the vest in front of him open his right palm and burst out of a miserable white light from the middle of his palm.

The man held the light, and it was a long knife made of bone.

"Give me to retreat obediently, otherwise there will be no place to compensate for the lack of arms and legs!"

As he spoke, Zhenjiu waved the long white knife in his hand and slashed horizontally through the air.

Where the blade slashed, it immediately left a white mistband, like a yarn silk quietly suspended in the air.

There were two cultivators who didn't put the words of shaking wine in their ears, and still rushed forward with their weapons held high.

However, just as the weapon came into contact with the fog belt, two balls of sparks erupted instantly, and the weapon seemed to touch something indestructible, and it was easily cut in two.

One of them couldn't stop his steps and didn't withdraw his hand in time, as a result, a handful of blood splattered out, and half of his palm was directly cut off by the fog belt.

Seeing this, the other person quickly leaned back and fell backwards regardless of his face, and took the initiative to fall to the ground and roll, which was able to avoid the position where the fog belt floated.

Such a strange fog belt frightened the crowd at once, and no one could see what the fog belt was.

It is neither like qi, nor like a spell formed by the power of heaven and earth, nor does it seem to be a unique magic weapon.

Taking advantage of the gap when the crowd was not approaching, Zheng Qiu asked suspiciously, "Who are you and why are you helping me?"

Zhenjiu patted his chest: "Zhenjiu, you should have seen me."

You still saved my life, so naturally I will do anything for you. ”

Seeing that Zheng Qiu's expression was a little confused, Zhenjiu added: "When the Shocking Waterfall Cliff Divine Soldier was born, you rescued me in the swamp and sent me to a small mountain village. ”

Speaking of which, it would be strange for Zheng Qiu to think about it anymore.

That's right, back then, he and his master went to the swamp to find the spirit roulette wheel to test the power of the wood spirit on their bodies, and then found Zhenjiu on the way back.

At that time, Zhenjiu had no breath, and it was Master Ming Zong who used the special pill made by Qianyun Sect and the Thunder Sword Spell to revive him.

And in the process of treatment, Master Mingzong also deliberately asked himself to complete the steps such as feeding medicine and bandaging.

Presumably, when doing these steps, the divine power in one's body secretly flowed into Zhenjiu's body, prompting the chance of resurrection to increase.

If it weren't for Zhenjiu mentioning it, Zheng Qiu would have forgotten about it, he didn't expect that he would be able to get help now after saving people's lives.

Glancing at the hundreds of cultivators who were menacing, Zheng Qiu didn't want to be involved in the wine, this was his own business, and he had to do it himself.

"Zhenjiu, I appreciate your kindness, but you don't need to go against the disciples of various sects in order to repay me.

Get out of here quickly, I don't want to save you a second time. ”

Zhenjiu smiled and replied without fear.

"Zheng Qiu, I don't like to hear what you say, a lone cultivator can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't accept anyone's orders. ”

In the crowd, two evil cultivators of the Hall of Ten Thousand Beasts poked their heads and looked around.

They didn't expect Zhenjiu to take the initiative to appear, and they also stood on the opposite side of most people with divine weapons in their hands.

The evil cultivator brother surnamed Tai squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment, and whispered to his junior brother.

"Senior brother, since this person named Zhenjiu is so bold, let's just use a method of transferring flowers and trees to put the evil cultivator's name on his head. ”

After hearing this, the junior brother surnamed Wu nodded again and again: "Senior brother, this is really a good idea!"

The death of the disciple of Qianqi Silver Castle was also buckled on his head, and then told everyone that he had a broken water dragon tooth in his hand.

In this case, everyone will kill him even for the sake of the divine soldier, and no one will care whether he is a real evil cultivator or not. ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Senior Brother Tai's mouth: "As long as Zhenjiu dies, no one here will know our true identity, and the secret of the evil cultivator will be preserved." ”