If it was Zhang Er before, maybe he would enjoy it here and feel the local customs.

At the very least, eat and drink.

But now he doesn't have the relaxed mood he had before.

Tianfu Baicao Pavilion is the plaque of this pharmacy.

And the two doors are pasted with couplets.

Shanglian: Daozun Simiao has a heart to help the world. Downlink: Dezhao Zhongjing Zhi is a doctor.

Zhang Er thought about it and walked in, and the guy at the counter saw him instantly and hurriedly greeted him.

"What is wrong with you, sir?"

"Our husband is a famous holy hand within a radius of 100 miles, you can be regarded as coming to the right place."

Zhang Er nodded, although he felt a little weird, at least he didn't look like a good person.

He sat down on a wicker chair with a few patients in front of him, and he would be seen later.

The girl walked past him, walked to the medicine cabinet, and reached out to grab the cloves on it, but found that it was a little out of reach.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared and opened the clove drawer on the medicine cabinet.

The girl was stunned, looked at this pure white face and whispered a little timidly to thank her, and then grabbed the cloves and ran to the place where the medicine was sharpened just now.

The stone grinder, with the push, makes a gurgling sound.

"Sir, it's your time to have no patients," the man came running over and reminded.

Zhang Er nodded and sat across from the doctor, but his eyes were always on the girl who was still grinding medicine.

"What's wrong with you?" The doctor looked close to Jiazi, his face was full of wrinkles and the exhaustion of time, but his hands were extremely soft.

Zhang Er turned his head when he heard the sound, looked at him and pointed to his heart and said, "Here, it's uncomfortable"

The old man grabbed Zhang Er's hand suspiciously, gently put it on his pulse, and then looked strange.

"This gentleman, you don't have a heart"

"Did you forget, or did you put it somewhere?"

The face full of vicissitudes looked at Zhang Er very seriously.

He smiled inexplicably, "Yes", as if he was a little regretful, he stood up and asked, "How much is the consultation fee?" ”

The doctor waved his hand: "I don't take a penny, you still find it, and then come to me, I can heal"

"Thank you", Zhang Er chuckled at the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely heavy.

No, when did it disappear, or did it never exist... He didn't know.

Before leaving, I glanced at the girl who was sweating and still trying to sharpen the medicine, she was very much like her, she was working so hard, maybe she was moving forward for the goal.

But at this time, the girl raised her head inexplicably, looked at the location outside the door, and happened to look at Zhang Er.

From confusion to confusion, to searching for memories, and finally shook his head and ignored it again.

Zhang Er had an exploding pain in his skull, and a fragmented memory suddenly appeared, and Nanxing, who was crying and crying, waved his knife, not knowing what he was chopping.

This is Ann's memory, because in his body, it was also extracted by the realm, but these memories belong to Ann, and some diaphragms are produced that cannot completely penetrate Zhang Er's consciousness.

If you see a familiar person, a familiar thing, a familiar eye, it may stir up a layer of agitation...

It wasn't until he walked for a long time that Zhang Er sat on the ground shaky, and the tearing pain stopped abruptly.

"My memory... Didn't you fully recover", he sat down on the ground, his forehead covered with cold sweat, muttering to himself and a little confused.

"What the hell is this place..."

He sat on the corner of the street, thinking of many ways, but he couldn't reactivate the fragmented memories he had before, but it was already late at night, and the candles were lit.

The orange-red light was revealed outside the window, and the streets became empty, except for the watchman, holding a gong in his left hand and a small wooden stick in his right hand.

"You're a patient this afternoon, aren't you? Why don't you go home, you'll get sick if it's so cold on the ground."

A light voice made Zhang Er raise his head and his eyes tremble.

It was the girl in the afternoon medical hall, and at this moment, she looked at Zhang Er with concern, the benevolent look of the doctor.

Her face, including her figure and expression, is really exactly the same as Nanxing, Zhang Er knows that in this world, people are determined by chromosomes.

Then it's not strange that the faces are similar...

"What's your name?" , Zhang Er looked at her face, and asked in a somewhat gentle voice.

"If you go home now, I'll tell you if my name is good~", those bright eyes exuded vitality.

"Okay, I'll go home", Zhang Er stood up, and didn't hear the shouts of the girl behind until he walked a long way.

"I am the future physician of the Tianfu Hundred Herb Pavilion! Just call me Nanxing! If you are sick, you must go to Tianfu Baicao Pavilion! ”

The girl jumped and beckoned, and walked away in the direction of home full of joy.

As long as she perseveres and works hard, she believes that she will definitely become the most famous doctor in Tianfu Baicao Pavilion and even in this city.

Zhang Er's hand was clutched at the position of his chest, and a line of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes for some reason, falling down according to the edge of the mask.

The memory like a tide, following this sound of Nanxing, rushed madly into Zhang Er's memory.

"I don't have the need to continue living, I'm too dirty", she had tears in her eyes, and turned her eyes to look at the body that had recovered in the cave, "Zhang Er, I hope you don't think about it for the rest of your life"

"It's all your !!"

"I'm not clean anymore!!"

"Why are you dead!! Why did you die!! ”

The helpless roar, with the hot tears flowing from her eyes, melted together, turned into a knife, and pierced deeply into the empty position in Zhang Er's chest.

The lights of the people's houses are shining slowly.

Let the streets on both sides, exude a touch of warmth.

"It turns out... I forgot such an important thing...", choked mouth, trembling hands, how could he repay it, and how could he pay it back.

It's like an illusory dream, and suddenly I wake up and see the reality of revealing flesh and bones.

Zhang Er felt that after so many things, it was enough to torture and go crazy in the demon world.

Then his path is to keep going until everyone can come back.

But is this okay, I feel that the world is so dirty, so filthy.

It is the hearts of people who are dirty, and it is themselves who are dirty, constantly thirsting for more, but making those people pay for their actions.

The hand that held his chest was clasped in the trembling, and the blood didn't matter anymore.

"A thousand years... You'll have to wait another thousand years... South Star"

"Thank you for your hard work..."

With the so-called fate, or the future, no matter how exhausted you are, you can't break free, just like you are in this life, and you have to live in the shadow of that person, and you want to overthrow it.

How can we chase that distant fate?

"There are many people waiting for me, how can I let you down"

"I'll take you all"

"Take it back, and then carry out my confession", Zhang Er looked at the sky, the night sky full of stars was like splashing ink, decorated with star spots.

Just like Nanxing's dream, just to be a doctor that everyone respects her, to become a saint in the clan, to see a different world, to see the heavy snow that she has not seen since she was a child.

He stood on the side of the street, looking up at the sky, and did not make any movement.

Just stood there quietly, the sun and the moon alternated, and time rotated...

Feel the world again, feel your heart, what he wants to do, what he can do, and what is the purpose, the fragments of Nanxing's memory.

It's all put together, it's a desperate picture, a scene that makes his heart ache and rage.

But now, I have made an appointment with her.

"Right... I'll pick you up."

"A thousand years, I will be a god, you don't need a thousand years, believe... Trust me"

Zhang Er slowly closed his eyes, and from the street side of this town, it turned into a stone statue, his face was lifelike, and passers-by were amazed who made it here.

And in the midst of these crowds, there was a girl who, one day, suddenly stopped her busy footsteps and looked carefully at the face of the stone statue.

She smiled, still so sweet, so light.

"You're fine, I'll say you'll be fine, don't forget"

"You're going to take me through the canyon."

A substantial heart, suddenly began to tremble, and a crack opened.

It was the one that disappeared for a long time and replaced Zhang Er's heart, the scorching heart.

"The two should be the same after the desolation, and the most invincible is the moon and the moon."

In the Mo Miao tribe, the patriarchs of the three major tribes all gathered together.

After Zhang Er entered the realm, it was already the third week, a full twenty-one days, but the realm at the top of the mountain peak had not dimmed.

It's becoming unusually dazzling.

"Long Zhi, is that person him", a man with a thin body and an even older face, although he was only fifty-three years old, he looked like a dying old man.

His name is Xiangyi, and he is the patriarch of the Bai Miao clan.

And there is another person, who is tall and in the prime of life, but the poisonous snake circling on his body makes him look a little ruthless.

It was Gu Miao's current patriarch, Kanazawa.

Long Zhi shook his head, and said uncertainly: "I don't know, but he has already exceeded the erasure time of the realm, and he seems to be alive."

During this time, because Zhang Er did not get out of trouble, Yu Fei strangely let the realm send out bursts of activation power.

didn't suffer anything, but she lived in a dark cell every day, and she couldn't understand the people here, so she could only pray that Zhang Er would come to save her soon.

"Since ancient times, no one has been able to survive in the realm for more than fifteen days, what is the situation with him?" Kanazawa looked at the sky suspiciously.

The light that emanates from this realm and the power that comes out of it is telling those who are inside that there is no death.

Rather, it is a sense and a breakthrough.

But in more than fifteen days, the strength in that realm has reached a certain limit, not to mention Zhang Er, even if it is them.

It is estimated that it is impossible to break through with all your might.

Ask the heart, ask the desire, no one will stop in that kind of place at all, and directly forcibly break through to reach the killing interface, only after the baptism of killing can it be possible to rush out.

Looking at the realm in the sky again, this person obviously hasn't entered the blood-red color of the killing realm yet! Rather, it is the milky white of the heart.

Besides, if this person is really the person mentioned in the ancient books, why would Long Zhi let him enter the realm? Just to prove? Kanazawa doesn't believe it, and the same Xiangyi won't believe it.