Above the desert, the sun hangs high, and the heat wave erodes people's bodies. Occasionally, there were birds passing by, but they were extremely thin, probably because they couldn't find food to fill their stomachs.

Zhuge Chen followed behind the young man and his father, not far away, not close, if there was any danger emerging, he would also strike as soon as possible. It stands to reason that he wouldn't bother with these things. Life and death have their own days, and it is not his character to take risks for people he doesn't know. But the helpless young man is too similar to his old friend, the same character, stubborn and patient, just like the same person.

When you move this thought, it is out of control. He didn't want to make up for anything, or to eradicate the regret of the person in his heart, but he felt a pity that he didn't rescue the young man when he knew that he would be in danger.

Now among his mustard seeds, there is still the sword of his old friend, called Nianqing. Whenever he saw the blade of the sword that had been covered with dust after his master's death had disappeared, his heart ached faintly. After all, if he hadn't gone his own way, he could still hear those cheerful and sincere laughter around him now.

has said that it is a cloud of smoke, but since he has experienced it, can he really easily forget it? Such self-deception, Zhuge Chen thinks he can't do it. If all goes well, leave the saber to the young man?

Zhuge Chen thought like this, and then made a decision.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, the yellow sand covered the sky, but he couldn't block his sight: "I believe you also hope that your sword will have a new master, right? ”

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The young man's name is Ma Si, and he is simple-minded, but he is also exquisite. He looked at the yellow sand swept in the distance, and said to his father: "Dad, let's hurry up and collect medicine today! Go home early, I'm afraid my mother will worry." ”

The middle-aged man, who was a little bored and silent, nodded lightly. For this young and sensible son, he has always felt guilty. He didn't enjoy the pleasures of childhood, and when he was only a teenager, he had to work for his family. And the more Ma Si didn't complain, the more he didn't know how to compensate.

"Then today, let's look for herbs separately, pick five plants each, and return directly. Marth, don't stay in the desert for too long, it's dangerous here. Although he knew that Ma Si would not do this, as a father, he still instinctively reminded him. This is also the most he can do, fortunately, his son does not dislike his father's nagging, and he will listen patiently to everything.

"Understood, Dad, I'll go collect medicine. ”

With that, the father and son went their separate ways.

Searching for herbs in the desert is not an easy task. As soon as the yellow sand is blind, everything becomes hazy and invisible. If you don't have a keen eye, it's hard to spot the herbs that are rooted in the sand. And it is also necessary to empirically distinguish which ones are real herbs and which ones are disguised as poisons. This is a job that requires patience, and if you are not accidentally bitten by a poison, you will have to take half your life.

Even a veteran like Ma Si, who often collects medicine, will wear gloves that have saved his life many times in order to be foolproof.

Today is lucky, just stepping into the yellow sand, Ma Si found a condensing grass. For cultivators with a low realm, this herb is a genuine treasure of heaven and earth. It is precisely because of this that the Heavenly Worship Sect needs this thing so much.

The power of a sect is not limited to the cultivator at the highest level. Although it is indeed important, no matter how high the mountain top is, the foundation is not stable, and it is a very hidden danger in the long run. If you want to expand your influence, the most fundamental way is to let the realm of the disciples of the sect advance by leaps and bounds. After all, when it comes to handling miscellaneous matters, it can't be done by the sect master himself.

Just as Ma Si was about to pick the Condensing Herb, the herb jumped out of the sand, revealing the poisonous scorpion inside. The stinger was impartial, piercing the bare wrist that was not covered by the glove.

Marth fell back in pain and sat down on the sand. He never imagined that with his rich experience, he would one day fall into the collection of medicines. What's more critical is that he recognized the species of the poisonous scorpion, the desert scorpion, and there is also a saying that it is difficult to save the immortal. Caught in the scorpion venom, even if the immortals came in person, there was no way to pull the person back from the ghost gate.

Although there is an exaggeration, you can also see the power of scorpion venom.

The poison was so strong that his spirit at the moment was a little sluggish. He looked at the desert scorpion intently, wanting to reach out and grab the condensing grass in his hand. But he couldn't move anymore, and the meridians around his body were already spasmodic under the attack of toxins, and even his blood had a tendency to coagulate.

But if he dies here, what will happen to his parents?

Ma Si asked himself over and over again in his heart, he hoped for a miracle to happen, wanted to stand up, but failed to do it after all. The corners of his mouth were foaming at the mouth, which also indicated that his life was coming to an end.

And just when he was in despair, a young man dressed in white walked through the yellow sand and stood in front of him. With a gentle force, he trampled the scorpion to death, then leaned over and shoved an elixir into his mouth.

Zhuge Chen stood aside, watching the toxins in Ma Si's body dissolve and silently return to normal. He wasn't worried that Ma Si's life would be threatened, after all, that priceless elixir was blessed with a unique detoxification. The poison of the desert scorpion is naturally not a problem.

After about a stick of incense, Ma Si staggered to his feet, although he was still a little dizzy, but he had probably recovered. When he realized that it was Zhuge Chen who came to the rescue and saved his life, he was immediately grateful, and he couldn't wait to kneel on the ground to thank him. Euro eBook

"Get up, man has gold under his knees, kneel to heaven and earth and kneel to his parents, kneel what I do. Zhuge Chen opened his mouth and said: "Hurry up and pick herbs, remember to pay attention to safety this time." And get back home soon. If nothing else, there is a good chance that there will be a sandstorm in a very short time. ”

"You...... Is it a god or a sword immortal?" Ma Si glanced at the sword hanging from Zhuge Chen's waist and asked, "If I have the opportunity, how can I repay you?"

In the young man's heart, kindness must be repaid, let alone a life-saving grace, even if he knows in his heart that the white clothes that are high above him lack nothing, and he doesn't care about his so-called repayment. But what you think about it is another matter.

"Immortals can't talk about it, it's barely a sword cultivator. I like to call myself that, and as for the Sword Immortal, it's someone else's honorific title for me. Zhuge Chen opened his mouth to speak, and as soon as the words fell, he saw the yellow sand sweeping in the distance. Bai Yi frowned, and whispered to himself, "It's so sudden." ”

"Go home quickly, and before the sandstorm approaches, I can draw my sword to stop it for a moment. Remember, don't look back, or you'll risk being swallowed up by a sandstorm. He originally just wanted to make a joke, but he didn't expect Ma Si to take it seriously, and firmly asked Zhuge Chen not to worry.

But just as he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly remembered his father, who was still collecting medicine. For a moment, worry and fear welled up in his heart. But the shy young man didn't know how to ask for help, so he could only prepare to rush into the yellow sand.

Zhuge Chen stretched out his hand to stop him and said, "It's all said, let you go back." Rest assured, I know you're worried about your father, and I'll go and warn him. ”

"Then there will be more sword cultivators, you. Ma Si immediately reassured, although the two had not been together for a long time, with his pure mind, he would definitely not suspect Bai Yi. What's more, he thought very clearly, an "immortal" really didn't need to beat around the bush to harm him.

Zhuge Chen left a wisp of sword qi on Ma Si's body, and only after confirming that Ma Si had left did he walk in the yellow sand again. I have to say that the desert scenery is indeed unique, but there must be very few people who know how to appreciate it. After all, few people like to walk through the dust, especially if they can't even save their own lives. Only cultivators above the realm of Zhuge Chen have the courage to say that they are safe.

In the sandstorm, Zhuge Chen found a father who seemed to be a flat boat on the turbulent river, and he didn't know how to be a good Ma Si. While the momentum of the sandstorm was still small, Zhuge Chen could easily sink his sword intent and shelter Ma Si's father. He retreated from the sandstorm with a sword, and then landed in front of the other man to tell the story. Then, with the other party's thousand thanks, he was sent out of the sandstorm with sword energy.

Then he looked up and faced the approaching sandstorm. The desert here is uninhabited, and it is a good place to wield your sword qi without worrying about hurting the mortals who pass by. He took off his white clothes, went naked, and pulled out his rubber pillar sword and held it in his hand. A sword fell, and Kunlun and Taishan appeared, across in front of him. Behind this line of defense, there is the Xiaolou Heaven and Earth Sword Formation. And there is also a time-stained flying sword in case of emergency. Finally, there is the small world of mirrors and moons, three lines of defense, each more solid than the other. But for blocking the sandstorm, Zhuge Chen actually has no bottom in his heart.

In doing so, he was actually no different from fighting against the Heavenly Dao alone. The realm of the pseudo-realm of drawing water with his own bamboo basket, in front of the shaking heaven, is no different from a child. If you are not careful, you may really die. But sometimes, if you don't put some pressure on yourself, you may really not know where the limit is. Fighting to the death, maybe you can really make your own bamboo basket come naturally. No matter how bad it is, it will be very beneficial. Don't try and do that useless work like you do now.

Thinking like this, he tugged at his heart, and his fingertips tapped in front of him. There was a wide road, on which three or five people walked by, and on closer inspection they had no facial features, but they could feel their joy. This is the path of reincarnation, through which the deceased walks through and has no worries in the next life.

"Try it now?" Zhuge Chen asked himself: "Naturally." ”

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Ma Si and his son walked to the house one after another, and after chatting with the middle-aged woman who was sick in bed for a while, they sat on two tattered chairs and said that the fairy style of white clothes.

"Son, do you think you can become such a character one day?" Ma Si's father asked his son in a rare way.

Ma Si took the rice bowl in his hand, devoured it for a while, swallowed the cold water into his stomach and said, "Compared with Master Jian Xiu, it is still rare, but I try my best." Even if it's not as good as it is, you have to do everything you can to close the gap. ”

The young man smiled brightly, like a beautiful jade, spotless.

"My son, I still believe it. But if there really is a day when Ma Si you become a big man like an immortal, remember not to forget your own heart and origin. It would be better to be kind to mortals more, and not to suffer, remember?" Ma Si's father said, these words have actually been said all his life to understand the great truth. And only when he goes to say something serious, he will call Ma Si by his first name.

"Don't worry, Dad. Ma Si replied, "If there really is such a day in the future, I will definitely not be like those disciples of the Heaven Worship Sect. Master Jian Xiu is my best role model. ”

Ma Si's father nodded slightly, he still has this confidence in his son. is not only because Ma Si is far more mature than his peers, but also because his mind is pure and he can't bear to do these hurtful things. The so-called three-foot god is just a constraint on people's self. But at the end of the day, it's important to have a clear line of boundaries in your heart.

While the father and son were talking, a group of men dressed in red and blue clothes broke in. They split up, one by one. Seeing this, everyone avoided it one after another, who had the courage to clash with them? That was the son of the Heavenly Worship Sect, no matter how powerful he was, he would also have the confidence of the sect. Whether or not they can provoke them, they have to be careful.

They went door to door collecting herbs unique to the desert, and one by one the condensing herbs were included in the mustard seeds. If you take it to the market of Dayan or Dashang to sell, if the market is good, you won't have to worry about food and clothing for a few years.

But on the side of the Heavenly Worship Sect, a condensing grass is only worth a string of copper plates. Needless to say, there is no need to say more about its intermediate level deduction.