Zhuohua sat on the ground in a daze, gasping for breath like a dying fish. Sweat soaked her clothes, and the pain in her chest seemed to be still there. She lowered her head with palpitations, saw her chest that was still intact, and unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The mark of death was imprinted in her mind. She clearly knew that what she had experienced just now was just an illusion, or it could be said that the original "Zhuohua" might have really experienced it.

But even though she was aware of this, the hatred that filled her was almost enough to swallow her mind.

In an instant, a wave of killing intent burst out like a burst of sharp sword.

"Kill Su Jinxuan."

She seemed to hear her heart telling her, and solved her while the heroine was not growing up.

The strangeness alarmed her, and she curled up, clenched her legs, and buried her head in her knees.

"No, it's not me!" Zhuohua struggled to resist. She is not the Zhuohua, she is the Zhuohua that really exists now, she is not anyone, and no one can replace her. She will go out of her own way, even if it is a script, even if it is a heavenly way, she can't try to manipulate her life.

After figuring it out, Zhuo Hua suddenly felt a burst of clear shade on the Lingtai, and the black fog around her slowly dissipated, and a wide road appeared in front of her.

She stood up vigilantly, glanced around, and after discovering that there was only one way, Zhuohua realized that this should be the entrance to the true Inquiry Road.

After adjusting her state, she dusted off her dress and walked up.

At the moment when Zhuohua had just stepped on it, she suddenly came to a medicine field. The whole medicine field looks like it has been abandoned for a long time, and there are only a few yellowish seedlings in the field that cannot be seen as if they are of any species.

She pursed her lips, carefully avoiding the poor seedlings, and walked into the wooden house in the corner.

Pushing open the door, the flying dust made her cough up tears. Zhuohua stretched out his hand and waved, and walked in nervously.

She glanced curiously at the furnishings in the room, a yellowed calligraphy and painting, a wooden table that had cracked a little from age, and a teapot on the table that did not match its surroundings at all. The teapot is simple and elegant, and the patterns on it are lifelike. Zhuohua licked his chapped lips. I found myself thirsty all of a sudden.

She reached out and lifted the teapot and shook it, only to find that there was water inside. Ecstatic, she didn't have time to think about it, so she poured the whole pot of water into her stomach. It wasn't until the last drop of water in the pot had disappeared that she let out a satisfied sigh.

Zhuohua reached out and put the teapot back on the table, only to find that there was actually a piece of paper pressed where the teapot was originally placed. She took the paper in her hand and looked at the words on it.

"Destined person, I am the owner of this medicine field, if you can find this note, then it proves that you have picked up my teapot. I have one thing to ask for. If you drink the water from the pot, then I hope you can help me to water my medicine field, there is a wooden bucket in the corner of the room, and there is a well a mile southeast of the house, where you can go to get water. I don't need to water the whole field, just water my yellowed seedlings back to green. When it returns to green, you can take whatever you want with me inside and outside the house, except for the herbs. ”

Seeing this, Zhuohua only felt a black line. After all, she didn't see anything else worth taking away besides the teapot. She sighed, just let it go, after all, she drank other people's water, and she should help others do what they entrusted. Good conduct is the foundation of a person, and she never thought of sneaking away.

She walked to the corner and saw a lone barrel standing there. She reached out and saw that there were many small wooden thorns on the handle of the barrel. She wrapped her sleeve around her palm, lifted the barrel and walked out.

Zhuohua walked to the well and found that there was nothing around the well except for a lone rope. In desperation, she had no choice but to tie one end of the rope to the handle of the barrel and wrap the other end around the palm of her hand. She placed the bucket in the well, only to find it floating on the water. She had no choice but to bring the bucket up first.

Looking at her feet, she suddenly had an idea. Zhuohua stretched out his hand and dug out the small stones on the ground one by one. After digging for an unknown amount of time, a small pile of rocks was slowly built up at her feet. She put the stone in the bucket and lowered it again, and this time, the bucket was finally filled with water. She struggled to lift the bucket up and staggered towards the medicine field.

It wasn't until the first bucket of water was successfully sprinkled into the medicine field that she breathed a sigh of relief. However, looking at the bucket of water that seemed to be a drop in the bucket, Zhuohua also had a little headache, so she stubbornly carried the bucket and continued to carry the water. Luckily, she found a relatively heavy stone in the medicine field, so she no longer had to "run around" to fill water.

Bucket after bucket, looking at the medicine seedlings that still did not react, even Zhuohua, who had always felt that he was persevering, couldn't help but be a little discouraged. The wooden spikes on the handle cut the sleeves of her coat one by one, and some of them had already pierced into her palms. The hands that were always white and tender were also strangled with red marks by the rope. This hopeless effort disintegrated her will little by little. There was always a voice in her heart urging her, "Give up, give up." But she was still numb enough to fetch water, water the seedlings, and repeat the mechanical movements like a walking corpse.

From dark to cloudy, from cloudy to dark, she couldn't feel hunger, she couldn't feel thirst, she couldn't even feel tired.

I don't know how long it took, Zhuohua suddenly found that the originally withered yellow seedlings actually began to slowly turn green. This discovery made her speed up like a chicken in an instant.

Finally, not long after, the seedlings all turned green. Zhuohua was finally so tired that he collapsed on the ground.

After resting for a long time, she slowly got up and slowly moved towards the wooden house with the bucket. When he walked into the wooden house, he found that the teapot on the table was gone, replaced by a small jade bottle containing a drop of liquid of unknown nature. The words on the previous piece of paper have also become new.

"Thank you, lovely boy. This jade bottle is my thank you gift, there is a drop of spiritual spring water in it, and it will be of great use to you when you step into the path of cultivating immortals in the future, and I hope you can always maintain such a heart. ”

Zhuohua bowed solemnly and stuffed the jade bottle into his arms. When she stuffed the jade bottle into her arms, the entire wooden house began to collapse as well, and she was pushed out by a force. As she disappeared, the yellowed calligraphy and painting slowly shattered, and a golden light rushed into her dantian without her noticing.

And after she disappeared, the spirit beast that had been quietly staring at her also closed its eyes again.

This spirit beast is the overseer of this secret realm, and everyone who enters the house will be so thirsty that they will drink the pot of water. But not everyone will keep their promises like Zhuohua. As for those who want to cheat, they all end up in its belly.

Zhuohua didn't know anything about all this, nor did he know her character, and unknowingly, saved her life.