On the vast official road connecting Qinghua City and Jinhua City, there is a little donkey walking slowly.

On the back of the donkey, there was a young man lying gracefully, he looked at his floating stone with satisfaction, and he had successfully turned into 'four'.

Look at the floating stone and like to look at numbers, near Qinghua City, it is estimated that Jiang Ping himself.

Coincidentally, he had just flown out of Qinghua City when he saw a young man picking herbs on a low cliff, and he only glanced at it, and saw that the young man had just caught a certain herb and fell off the cliff!

Of course, Jiang Ping couldn't let the boy fall to his death, he rescued him, the young man was grateful, and he had to invite him to eat at home, but he couldn't resist the enthusiasm of the young man, Jiang Ping came to a remote Qiao's house.

Jiang Ping sat in the small pavilion outside the house, and happily saw that the 'two' in the floating stone had become 'three', in fact, the task of rescuing mortals was very simple, as long as the mortals were in danger, they would come forward to save them, and the floating stone would admit it and add the value. What I'm afraid of is that I have bad luck, and if I can't meet it, then I will be in trouble.

A slight cool breeze blows, but it is also pleasant. The boy entered the house for a while and came out with a cup of tea.

"Immortal Master, please drink tea!"

Jiang Ping smiled slightly, "Are you so sure that I am an immortal master?"

The young man laughed, showing his white teeth, and replied crisply: "This is nature, this is the third time I have been saved by the immortal master." ”

"The third time?" Jiang Ping thought it was interesting.

"When I was born, my father went to the mountains to hunt and was almost killed by his prey, but a female immortal master brought him back and healed his wounds and diseases, which saved our family. That female immortal master is very beautiful, really like the fairy in the painting!" The young man was a little excited when he said this, and took out a yellowish picture scroll for Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping took it and slowly unfolded it to take a look, his eyes picked up, and he smiled. Sure enough, she is an extremely beautiful woman, with smiling eyes, eyebrows like daisies, and a sweet cherry mouth. But, the expression is indifferent, and the face is heroic!

The sword in her hand is chic, hollowed out in the middle, with vertical patterns, clear lines, and I don't know who made the painting at that time, but this sword flower can be so clear.

"How did you get this painting, I don't see that you are not like a poetry heirloom. Jiang Ping slowly closed the scroll and asked casually.

"Poetry and book heirlooms?" the young man stood respectfully aside, "our family has been woodcutters for generations, and we have lived in this small village for three generations, and there has never been a scholar. This picture scroll is something that my father told me not to sell, so it has been kept to this day. ”

"Hmm. Jiang Ping sighed slightly, his divine sense swept just now, this village is not big, there are only dozens of families, scattered on this small hill. And not far to the west of the house, there were two graves, both of which were surnamed Fu, which should be the surname of the young man, and when he saw that there was only one woman left in the house, he guessed that the new grave in the two graves belonged to the young father's.

Mortals are like this, especially mortals in such a small place, few of them can die properly, most of them die in accidents, and there are not many people like this in this reckless mountain.

The more Jiang Ping thought about it, the more blocked his heart became, so he stopped thinking about it.

There was a woman's violent coughing in the house, and the young man's face changed, and he hurried into the house to help the woman up and relieve her.

The woman asked, "Son, who is outside the house?" ”

The boy replied, "Immortal Master." ”

The woman sighed, "Then don't come into the house, just rest in the pavilion you built." Our house is not clean. ”

"Yes, I have already greeted the Immortal Master. When the boy saw that his mother was no longer coughing, he went outside.

Jiang Ping swept the house, the yin air in the house was deep, and he always felt that there was something unclean, Jiang Ping's divine consciousness strength slowly increased, but he felt that the house was shady, several degrees cooler than the outside of the house, but there was no filth under his divine consciousness, and he was suspicious.

"You built this room?"

The young man glanced at the room, and didn't know why Jiang Ping asked so, but he also replied respectfully: "No, it was my grandfather who moved from outside, and he saw that the house here was uninhabited and the house was solid, so he stayed here." ”

"Lift your mother out. Jiang Ping said.

The young man was surprised, and he didn't know why the immortal master was like this, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he took his mother out of the house, and moved a Taishi chair made of himself from the house, and let his mother sit on it.

Jiang Ping nodded. Walking into the house, he felt that the temperature in the house was a little lower, smiled coldly, and stretched out his left and right hands, the spiritual energy in his hands surged, Jiang Ping's heart moved, and the spiritual energy in his hands turned into raging fire!

Jiang Ping threw the fireball into the house, and the young man outside the house felt a tense heart, if this house burned, what should he do.

But the truth is not what the teenager thinks, and it is impossible for Jiang Ping to burn down the house on which the teenager depends. Jiang Ping's spiritual power gradually increased, filling the entire house with flames, but the flames of Jiang Ping's spiritual energy did not hurt the furniture in the house at all.

After ten breaths, Jiang Ping came out of the house.

These auras are nothing to Jiang Ping, and they don't take it to heart, and the house is as warm as new at this time, and Jiang Ping is satisfied.

Jiang Ping saw that his mother's body was weak, and his consciousness swept over, and saw that her body was withered and her vitality was corrupted, and she should not have many days to live. Jiang Ping took out a spirit stone, catalyzed it into spiritual liquid, fed her a few drops, and then stored the remaining spiritual liquid in a white jade bottle, and gave it to the young man with an old ginseng planted by himself.

"The liquid in this jade bottle is given to your mother every morning, and at night you cut off a piece of this mountain ginseng and make a soup for your mother to drink. After taking it, you may be able to extend your mother's life by 20 years. ”

Jiang Ping sighed in his heart, the old woman was weak and could only use the spiritual liquid to nourish first, and then take the medicinal ginseng.

The young man's dark little face suddenly trembled with excitement, and he quickly knelt on the ground, unable to speak, and could only kowtow uncontrollably.

At this point, the number on the Floating Stone changed from 'three' to four.

Jiang Ping sighed in his heart, he still couldn't understand on what basis the Floating Shadow Stone was judged to be a person saved.

Leaving here, Jiang Ping met a lost donkey, and it happened that Jiang Ping was not in a hurry, so he rode on the donkey.

Jiang Ping is so comfortable precisely because this place is on the other side of Qinghua City, in the opposite direction from the old man's pursuit. If Jiang Ping wants to complete the task of saving mortals, he naturally has to go to places where there are many mortals. Qinghua City is not safe, so I have to go to Jinhua City, which is the closest to Qinghua City.

There are many fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, many woodcutters and many hunters, and people want to kill beasts, and beasts want to eat people, which is justified. This is the best place to meet and save people.

Jiang Ping's consciousness swept ten miles, and the donkey walked slowly, just enough to sweep many woodcutters and hunters who did not dare to go deep into the mountains and forests. Especially hunters, it is easy to encounter risks, Jiang Ping stared at it for a day, but the hunter's luck seemed to be good, from entering the mountains and forests to hitting the prey, it was very smooth.

Ten days later, in March, Jiang Ping came to a small town, the town is not big, Jiang Ping can get a glimpse of the whole town with a sweep of his senses. The town is very comfortable, the people are simple, and when night falls, they are all asleep.

Jiang Ping came to a wine shop, handed over the donkey to the shopkeeper, "Help me take care of my life." ”

The shopkeeper responded with a peace, temporarily tied the donkey to the door, and waited for the guests to arrange the donkey. He smiled and said: "You gave such a big ingot of silver, you must be treated according to the best requirements, you can rest assured, our Taocun Restaurant is the largest, most well-behaved and most ...... in this town."

Jiang Ping interrupted the shopkeeper's boast funny, and followed the shopkeeper to the best room here. Although it is the best, it is also a simple table, a newer bedding, the air in the room is not bad, there is no smell.

Jiang Ping was lying on the bed, thinking about things in his heart, after coming out for nearly a month, the affairs of the Cai family had been dealt with, and the Qi refining cultivator he wanted to kill had also been completed, but he didn't expect to be stuck on the body of the mortal who was rescued. I thought it was simple, but I didn't want to waste so much time, after saving the mother and son, there were still six people left!

Jiang Ping thought about it and slowly fell asleep.

As monks, ordinary sleep is not very important, and monks will devote more of their limited time to cultivation.

Jiang Ping usually doesn't sleep, and usually spends his time meditating and cultivating. Since you are traveling to the mortal world at this time, you should follow the rules of the mortal world and rest on time, besides, falling asleep is not without any benefit to the gods and souls.

Late at night.

There were four people from outside the town, all dressed in loose robes, and a small golden sword was embroidered on the corner of the robe.

"Master, that person should have come here, I don't think it will be ......far away," a young voice said with some disbelief.

"Needless to say, my consciousness has found the donkey, but I can't find that person somehow, are you sure he is riding a donkey?" A deep voice sounded, it should have been in a high position for a long time, and it was so majestic.

Jiang Pingteng sat up suddenly, his divine sense was so keen, someone swept over him just now, and he immediately woke up.

His mind swept outward, easily spotting the group of wide-robed decorations that had entered the town.

"Three Qi Refining Cultivators, one Foundation Building Early Stage Cultivator, what are they doing here?" Jiang Ping wondered in his heart.