[At the age of five, the tyrant was reborn. 】

[Before he was reborn, he had a serious illness. 】

[It's just that I don't know if it's that serious illness. 】

[Could it be ......]

Ling Xi gasped in disbelief: "It can't be...... The person who saved His Majesty at that time was Luo Xiancao, right?! ”

Gonggong An nodded emphatically: "That year, it was a day of heavy rain......"

At the age of five, Chen Qianzhi was a prince who was not favored, the dispensable kind.

At that time, the tyrant was seriously ill, and even the imperial doctor was only perfunctory, and he did not bother to diagnose the disease, just waiting for him to swallow his last breath.

Gonggong An broke through the palace gate several times and asked to see the first emperor, but he was stopped by the queen mother's people.

The people in the palace are waiting tacitly, waiting for the early death of this little prince.

The desperate father-in-law An hugged Chen Qianzhi and cried, but there was nothing he could do.

He sat on the threshold with the thin and hot tyrant in his arms, desperately watching the sky and the earth dark, and there was no hope of life and death.

At this time, a sloppy man in a sloppy coat rushed into the courtyard.

"I'm sorry, I'm lost, it's raining heavily, so come in and hide from the rain......" The man looked at the little tyrant, and then at Grandpa An: "Yo, it's not in the way of you two, right?" ”

“……”

Gonggong An's heart was like ashes at this time, not to mention that he just came in to hide from the rain, even if he came to kill people, he didn't care.

The man did not see the outside, but went into the house to find clean clothes to change into, and did not know where to find the pastries, came out with a plate, sat down beside the master and servant, and silently ate and watched the rain.

After eating, he clapped his hands and said, "If you don't save this child, you'll really die!" ”

Grandpa An's tears could no longer be held back, but he didn't say anything, just hugged the little tyrant tightly.

He was accustomed to seeing the indifference and ruthlessness of the people in the palace, and he had also seen their means of killing people without knives, at this time, he no longer had any hope, but just hoped that when the little master left, it would not be too painful.

The man was speechless and wiped his mouth: "Forget it, eating people has a short mouth, and taking people is soft, my surname is this one who eats and takes, and I can't watch him die." ”

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers and motioned for Gonggong An to give him the little tyrant.

The man rolled up his sleeves, lifted the little tyrant's clothes, and rubbed and pushed on his slender belly, and the little tyrant's skin was as red as bleeding.

As his skin became redder and redder, the little tyrant with a pale and lifeless face suddenly distorted his facial features, as if he was in great pain.

Soon, he spat out a large puddle of black water.

"Alright, the big problem solved."

The man took a few pills from the blanket around his waist, crushed them, and mixed them with water to feed the little tyrant.

"These pills can keep him from dying for ten years, but it's hard to say later...... Whether he can live or not depends on whether he wants to live or not! ”

After saying this, the little tyrant coughed and cried.

Father-in-law An was overjoyed, and hurriedly hugged the little master who had closed the ghost door for a while in his arms to comfort him.

By the time the little tyrant was in a stable mood, the Falling Immortal Grass was gone.

"Later, I asked someone to inquire, and there is only one person in the rivers and lakes surnamed Luo, and there is thaumaturgy that can save people, but ......" Gonggong An said this, frowning again.

“…… But what? ”

"However, this Falling Immortal Grass is now one hundred and twenty years old in terms of age......

“…… One hundred, twenty, years old? ”

"I know what the girl meant, I heard this at the time, and I didn't believe it, because when he saved His Majesty, he should have been more than a hundred years old, but he would be thirty or forty years old at most......"

No one knows how the men entered the Imperial City.

No one knows how he saved the little tyrant.

Like a fairy, he suddenly appeared in front of them and disappeared mysteriously.

Whether it was a eunuch or a palace maid or a city patrol guard, no one had ever seen him.

Ling Xi thought of what Luo Xiancao had said to Qian Shizhong when he was leaving, and immediately shouted: "Qian Xizhong!" ”

A few ups and downs of the hidden show, swept into the hall from the window, the blade popped out some, vigilantly guarding the surroundings.

Ling Xi waved his hand: "It's okay, I just want to ask you something." ”

"Is it the Falling Immortal Grass?" Qian Shizhong seemed to have guessed her doubts a long time ago, and put his sword into the sheath, "I don't know the specifics, this person's origin is unknown, his identity is ominous, his age is ominous, he was suddenly born more than a hundred years ago, and his birth is the peak...... became an instant hit, he has a magical medical skill that can resurrect the dead, but he has a perverse personality, and saving people depends on the mood. ”

"Then what he said, I still owe you two lives......"

"Oh, it's because I saved his life......" Thinking of something, Qianxizhong's eyes were a little strange: "Well, it's actually not a rescue!" ”

At that time, Qian Xizhong had not yet entered the office, and he was still a sheep herding baby in the mountains.

"I was only five or six years old that year, and I helped the head of the village herd sheep every day, and later when I passed by a mass grave, I heard movement in a coffin......

At that time, Qian Shizhong was a wild child and didn't know how to be afraid, so he followed the sound to find the coffin, and used a woodcutter for self-defense to chop the coffin and rescue the people inside.

That person is the Falling Immortal Grass.

He clearly remembered that when Luo Xiancao saw him, he was stunned at first, and then smiled bitterly: "It's started again!" ”

Qian Xizhong asked him curiously what "starting again" was, but he smiled and touched his head.

"This time, I should have promised you two things and saved three more people...... Say, what do you want me to teach you? ”

Qian Xizhong remembered that he replied without hesitation: "I want to be stronger, I don't want to herd sheep anymore!" ”

When Luo Xiancao heard this, he was speechless: "You kid, it's still like this...... If you have a wish, you have to say it again and again, not together! ”

Xiao Qian's loyalty could not understand these things, he just looked at him expectantly, waiting for his reward.

But what Luo Xiancao rewarded him was not real money, but a body of cultivation and medical skills.

Speaking of this, Qian Xizhong smiled bitterly: "You may not believe it when you say it, everyone thinks that I am highly talented, what kind of martial arts champion, in fact...... I'm really not talented, it's just that those things seem to be engraved in my head, as long as he taught me, I can learn them as soon as I can, it's like ......"

"It's like I've learned it in a previous life!" Ling Xi said suddenly.

"Yes, that's the feeling, it's a strange feeling, I've asked myself countless times, but it's young, and a lot of things have been blurred when I was a child, and only strange feelings remain." ”

Chen Qianzhi snorted suddenly, and his breathing became smoother.

Ling Xi looked at the time and fed him the second medicine.

This time, after the medicine went down, his qi and blood obviously began to rise, humming and chirping, turning around in pain.

Half an hour later, he spit out some viscous yellow liquid and a few more mouthfuls of blood before he settled down.

(End of chapter)