Ning Wuxin thought that the memories of five hundred years ago were too long, and many of them were blurry.

But when I saw the gray-haired old woman, the memory buried in my heart suddenly became like a picture.

One by one, it came to her mind.

Mrs. Ning, her nominal grandmother, is actually a "relative" with a very weak blood in Wufu.

Middle-aged widowed, then daughter, and only grandson was lost, and Shicai turned white overnight. coincided with the death of her parents on the battlefield, so she kindly adopted herself.

Now he took her and her apprentice Lu Qingshan back to this palm-sized town to care for the elderly, and she is the only doctor in the town who can visit the doctor.

No one could have guessed that this old woman, who was unintentionally strict on her face, but really "held it in her hand for fear of falling, and held it in her mouth for fear of melting", turned out to be the first move taken by the person behind the layout. It's really funny. Ning Wuxin silently laughed at himself.

This news was dug up after she fell into the demon gate, and she was dug up after secret investigations again and again, and only then did she know that her "weak" body was not born with a weak disease, but from the hands of her grandmother.

It was only then that I realized that this grandmother was not a mortal woman, but a famous power who had already ascended to the Lingtai Realm!

There is a great deal with the person behind the layout.

This is early, of course, it is also very early, and when Ning Wuxin investigated, this famous power had already turned into a pile of dry bones.

"Do you feel better?"

Although the old woman's hair is gray, she is meticulous, her face is tight, and her tone is a little stern, but even Ning Wuxin cannot deny it, the love exuded by the cloudy late eyes, not to mention that Ning You, who didn't know about the world five hundred years ago, was almost believed.

"Grandmother, don't worry, Ah You is much better. The girl's voice was hoarse, sickly, and she smiled weakly.

The accent is strange, it is not the official dialect of Tianxuan or Nanyan, but the dialect of the town, and as his memory recovers, Ning Wuxin quickly regains his grasp. Fortunately, she is "unwell" at the moment, otherwise, it is really not easy to deal with Mrs. Ning.

After adding a few pieces of charcoal, Mrs. Ning saw that her spirit was "much better", and she said a few words, and then went out under the door.

Waiting for Mrs. Ning to leave, the unreality after Ning Wuxin's rebirth suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a strong sense of crisis came up.

Twisting the ink cicada in his hand, Ning Wuxin planned to put down the study of the ink cicada for the time being.

The situation she is facing now is not optimistic, so she can only solve it first.

Fortunately, this town is not simple, and she can use her strength to fight.

Otherwise, with her current "weak and can't help the wind" body, dealing with Mrs. Ning's master and apprentice is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

A Lingtai realm, a female baby who has the pinnacle of building a foundation, and has no power to bind a chicken, beating her is like grinding an ant.

"And how to break the current situation?" This is the first thing Ning Wuxin wants to prepare for at the moment.

After squinting for a while, Ning Wuxin's spirit was indeed much better, and his thoughts came alive again.

The spring cold is steep, and they are all forbidden by the red charcoal fire burning in the house.

After Ning Wuxin came to her senses, her spirit was much better, but the stuffy charcoal fire in the house made her a little breathless.

After a moment's pause, he decided to get up.

Ning Wuxin's body was already "weak", and she couldn't stand the cold, even if there was a charcoal basin in the house, she was still wrapped in several layers, and she dared to approach the window when she felt that her body was gradually warm.

At this time, the downpour has stopped suddenly, and there are curling smoke rising from the spring rain outside the window.

After all, it's not the Great Monk of the Gods, he lifted the lock and used all his strength to open the window and stand up.

"Whew" as soon as the cold wind rolled, and the strong smell of medicine in the house immediately faded by three points.

Fortunately, it is wrapped in three layers inside and outside, otherwise this spring is cold, one hot and one cold, she is afraid that she will fall when she sees the wind.

At that time, it is inevitable that they will have to "recuperate" for another two or three months, which is justified. There was a sneer in her eyes.

Reborn I, everything is back to square one.

Fortunately, the smoke and rain outside the window, the bluestone old house, and the barking of chickens and dogs hidden in the sound of the rain are really pleasant.

But the eleven or twelve-year-old body is naturally weak, and he feels extremely difficult after standing for less than a quarter of an hour.

Ning Wuxin knows that he wants to get rid of the current predicament, get rid of the "Ning old woman" who is a part of the chess game, not to mention cultivation, the body is very important, if he still maintains the current appearance of "weak and can't help the wind", I am afraid that he will not be able to get out of the door of the small courtyard.

She intends to exercise herself, but she also knows that today is not a good time, open a window and blow the wind, she just wants to completely suppress the last trace of unrest in her heart, otherwise, it will be easy to expose her stuffing when she meets Mrs. Ning for a while, which is not good.

A Lingtai realm power, what wind and waves have you never seen? The origin is even more mysterious.

Not only her, but this Immortal Town is also not simple......

His thoughts wandered for a while, until Ning Wuxin was blown by the cold wind, shook his body, turned his head sideways to look at the dim twilight, rubbed his white and tender hands, and planned to close the window, but as soon as he got closer, his movements suddenly stopped.

In the smoke and rain, the soft sound of the bell "jingling" came, and she intuitively glanced at the fork in Qingshi Lane and Jiuqu Lane.

At this time, most of the houses were lit with candles, and the town emitted a faint yellow light in the dark sky.

After a few breaths, a little man wearing a fat coat walked out of Jiuqu Lane with a wooden barrel, walked into the bluestone lane, and after a few breaths, waiting for the "jingle bell" sound to be drowned in the rain, a family in the bluestone lane, the old wooden door came out of a "crunch", about seven or eight years old drooping children, sneaking out of the house, looking at the bluestone road that was washed away by the rain a lot of mud marks, regardless of the wind and rain, holding his half-height oil umbrella, he hurriedly ran towards the depths of the bluestone lane.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of the bell "jingling" sounded again, only this time, the bell was slightly dull and heavy, a sonorous and a sonorous, a high and a low, as if it was covered in the palm of the hand, and after a few breaths, a big and a small two children walked out of the bluestone alley, the child with his elbow to carry the half-high broken wooden barrel, one foot at a time, staggering hard, the big child himself was drenched in the rain, but carefully held the oil umbrella for the small one.

When passing by the fork of Jiuqu Lane and Qingshi Lane, the eldest child glanced at Ning Wuxin's window suspiciously, but in the twilight smoke and rain, he couldn't see anything, and soon, the older and one young child disappeared into Jiuqu Lane with the dull belltone.

Waiting for the two children to disappear, Ning Wuxin dropped the window and locked it.

The smell of medicine in the house cleared up a lot for a while.

I stood for a quarter of an hour in total, which was not a good time for a normal person, even a healthy child.

Ning Wuxin is not among them.

She was "born weak", she was sick for another three months, her body was very weak, her legs were weak a moment ago, and she was shaking even more at this moment. If the windows hadn't been closed, a gust of wind would have blown her down.

The more conscious he became, the more flexible his thoughts became, and as soon as the cold wind blew, his slightly feverish head began to throb. At the heaviest moment, the scalp seemed to be forcibly opened, but Ning Ning's unintentionally pale and delicate face did not see half pain, and the corners of his lips were hooked.

Ning Wuxin lay back on the old wooden bed, panting slightly.

When she thought of the two children, she remembered the little things in this town, and her eyes became dark and obscure, so that people could not see through the reason, and this gaze did not last long, and her head hurt so much that she had to force herself to fall into a short slumber.

It wasn't until there was a slight footstep outside the window that Ning Wuxin's steady breathing changed.

She woke up, and for another moment, waiting for the person outside the window to leave, a pair of deep eyes suddenly opened......

The hidden magic is exposed.

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