The sky was getting overcast, and heavy dark clouds came from the sky, covering the setting sun like blood. The strong wind swept through the trees, full of wind and rain, which made people panic.
Slowly, drop by drop, the rain hit the roof. The rain was getting heavy, and it was pouring from the eaves to the ground. The sound of the rain also made the house feel extra warm.
Lin Zhizhi woke up in this atmosphere.
The first feeling he felt after becoming conscious was that it hurt. And the pain this time is different from the usual feeling of injury, but is mixed with incomparable weakness, as if it has become a mortal.
The black-haired boy took a breath, bit his lip, and opened his eyes to see where he was. It was in an unfamiliar log cabin, and he was lying on the ground. He supported the ground with his hands and wanted to sit up, but the injuries all over his body caused him to fall back again, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help groaning.
He looked very embarrassed at the moment, and his elegant clothes were covered with scars, especially his abdomen, which was stained with blood. The hair fell down and flowed messily into a river of ink. However, all these did not damage his appearance, and even brought out the delicate facial features of the young man. Due to the injury, his lips were white, and he looked a little sick, which made him want to hug him in his arms and comfort him in a low voice. He was like a misty night pearl, illuminating the entire dark room.
This moan was very low, with the coolness and contradictory temptation unique to a teenager, and it also successfully broke the silent cabin amid the sound of rain. The young man sitting by the fire turned his head to look at Lin Zhizhi on the ground, and said without any emotion: "You are awake."
Lin Zhizhi's chest heaved, lying on the ground, turning his head with difficulty to look at the owner of the house.
He is obviously not very old, and clothed in sackcloth, but he has sharp eyebrows and handsome features. He was picking up a usable branch from the firewood pile on the side, breaking it and putting it into the fire, so that the flame was neither too strong nor nearly extinguished.
"You saved me?"
The young man was noncommittal, did not answer him, picked up the thick fire stick on the side, and poked the branches in the fire to make the fire burn more vigorously.
"Thank you for your kindness, Xiongtai, and dare to ask Xiongtai's name? Can you tell me where this place is?" Lin Zhizhi sat up slowly, trying not to move the wound in his abdomen, and the rough blanket covering him slipped down. He just tried to mobilize the spiritual energy in his body, but he discovered an extremely tragic fact: I don't know if it was because of the teleportation array, or if the injury was so serious that he couldn't feel the spiritual energy in his body at all.
At this time, he was like a seriously injured mortal, with no strength to hold a chicken. The demon spirit and the system were both severely damaged in the intense space transmission, and both fell into a deep sleep.
The discovery made him a little panicked.
"Fuqi Village."
The teenager ignored his first question and said briefly, then turned his head to continue staring intently at the fire.
Lin Zhizhi searched for a circle in his mind. There was no village with this name in his memory, so he wanted to expand the scope and asked hesitantly: "Is there any iconic... location near here?"
"Yeshan, Linghan City, and Grass Feather Sect."
The other party reported three place names in one go, but Lin Zhizhi didn't know any of them. He tentatively continued to expand: "A larger range...?"
The boy fell silent, and gave three words cleanly and neatly: "I don't know."
Lin Zhizhi didn't give up, and wanted to extract something from the boy's mouth. Although the young man didn't seem to like to talk much, he couldn't bear Lin Zhizhi's good-looking (?), and he still explained the general story of his discovery.
The young man went hunting on the nearby wild mountains every day. When he returned with his prey, he met Lin Zhizhi who was lying on the mountainside. At that time, he was so angry that he was dripping with blood, and he looked like he was about to die. The young man only saw him at first glance, and he was worried about causing trouble and prepared to take a detour.
However, Lin Zhizhi stretched out his hand and grabbed his ankle like a flash of light, which startled him. When he leaned down to take a closer look, he fainted again.
This young man lives alone, and although he is strong against others, he is not very old after all. In addition, the sky was about to be cloudy, and there were wild beasts on the mountain, so he couldn't watch Lin Zhizhi stay there to die, so he brought him back, and found some cloth strips to bandage the wound on his abdomen.
After hearing what happened, Lin Zhizhi said thank you again, in exchange for the boy waved his hand indifferently. Seeing the other party's impatience, he was a little worried that the other party would throw him out if he asked more questions. Lin Zhizhi followed the other party's wishes and fell silent, thinking about the current situation for a while.
That desperate teleportation could save one's life was a one-in-a-kind chance, and it was simply lucky to meet this young man to rescue him. Each teleportation of the ancient teleportation array will span a large distance, even if it is possible to cross to another continent. Now what he has to do is to try to restore his cultivation base, find out where he is, and notify the sect. As for the magic cultivator, the location of the ancient teleportation array is not fixed every time, and it is impossible to catch up here...
—The surroundings of the fire looked warm and dry, causing the young master of the Lin family, who was far away from the light in the dark, to shudder involuntarily.
He has never been so weak, severely injured, and almost turned into a mortal. He has no spiritual power and can't even open the Qiankun Ring. The chain reaction of this external injury is internal weakness.
Those cold that could have been withstood were magnified infinitely.
Lin Zhizhi asked hesitantly, "Can I go there?"
The boy hesitated for a while, and finally nodded under Lin Zhizhi's expectant gaze.
This house is not big, it is the most common wooden house in mortal villages, with only one bed. The distance between the fire and the window is usually only two or three steps. However, in Lin Zhizhi's state now, even getting up seems to be exhausting.
The young man looked at him, but did not get up to help him. His narrow and sharp black eyes stared at Lin Zhizhi like eagle eyes, as if he was considering whether he was really injured.
- If it was an ordinary person, 80% of them would have died when they were so seriously injured. Only those with extraordinary perseverance can endure this time, and like the person in front of him, he can still move... Plus the clothes on his body—
"Are you a cultivator?" The young man came over, grabbed Lin Zhizhi's shoulder with one hand, and helped him to sit on the haystack by the fire with amazing strength. He himself sat on the small stool beside him and looked at Lin Zhizhi.
The black-haired boy leaned his head against the wall wearily, and the fire made his almost numb fingers feel the long-lost warmth. He watched the jumping fire for a while, and after a while he gave a slow "en".
The boy didn't urge him this time, and waited patiently for his answer, and fell silent himself. After a long time, he said leisurely: "It's good."
There is no mortal curiosity or fear of cultivators, only envy.
The fire light danced back and forth in his pupils, showing the color of gold and red. He crossed his hands, covered his chin, and repeated, "That's good."
- As if "cultivation" was some of his weakness.
Mortals are always curious and full of fear for cultivators. Judging from the appearance of this young man, it was obvious that he had come into contact with cultivators before—in normal times, Lin Zhizhi might be interested in finding out. But in the current state, he just heard it and didn't bother to make a perfunctory expression.
Fortunately, the other party didn't expect to get his response, and even after a second, he retracted his expression, flashed a hint of remorse, and stood up immediately.
His movement startled Lin Zhizhi, he turned his eyes away from the flames, watched the boy who saved him walk aside, and took off his coat. He wore only one layer of underwear, hung his patched coat on the chair, got on the only bed in the room, and lay down with his back to Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi noticed that even when he was sleeping, the other party's body was tense. A sharp knife was also placed beside the pillow, ready to deal with a sudden attack at all times.
This is... shy
The young master of the Lin family tilted his head, looked back at the fire, stretched out his fingers, and closed his eyes beside the fire, drowsiness rolled in. Without the support of spiritual power, the young man quickly fell asleep unstoppably.
The rain was pouring outside the window, but the house was warm and peaceful.
The time of the night passed quickly.
In the early morning, Lin Zhizhi was woken up by the house owner's movement to wake up. He moved and found that after sitting and sleeping all night, his whole body felt as uncomfortable as being bitten by a dog. He tried to stand up, stretching his body in pain.
The boy who rescued him had quickly changed into his clothes, ignoring Lin Zhizhi the whole time, and prepared to go out with the machete beside his pillow. The moment he opened the door, he turned around and left a sentence: "The steamed buns are on the table, you can wear mine." Then he walked out.
It looks very arrogant, but actually has a good heart.
In addition to steamed buns and clothes, there was also a small bottle of worn-out wound medicine on the table.
Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the room, Lin Zhizhi simply took off his clothes, intending to take a good look at the wounds all over his body. His body is beautiful, not inferior to his appearance, or even better. It is neither too thin nor has flexible abdominal muscles, but those wounds destroy the beauty of this body.
Some parts of the Jianzong school uniform on his body had been stuck to the wound with blood stains. Lin Zhizhi thought about it, first went to the basin in the corner of the room to scoop some water, tore the clothes with force, washed the wound with this water, and then put it on vulnerary. The biggest wound on his abdomen had already been treated by the teenager yesterday, and the binding was immaculate, so he didn't move.
The young master of the Lin family was born into a family since childhood, and the journey has been smooth. Except this time, so far, the biggest pain he suffered was when he was in the secret realm—at that time, he still had a cultivation base, and the aura protected the wound, but the pain was not obvious. It's just that this time it is equivalent to being completely reduced to a mortal, and he can't do it if he is really bandaged like this.
The bandaging he knows, in fact, is to make a few laps around it, far less skilled than this young man.
Lin Zhizhi washed his face again with clean water, put on the cloth on the table, stood up his long hair, and was a handsome young man again. The cold last night made him yearn for the sun, so he moved a chair and placed it at the door. He sat in it and covered his abdomen, lazily basking in the sun while trying to sense the aura in the air.
The most common and patched sackcloth doesn't look cheap when worn on his body, and the young man's eyebrows have a fairy spirit, like a fairy who occasionally wanders into the mortal world, out of the dust.
After the heavy rain, the sky was blue as a wash, and the bright sun rose in the east. From the quiet villages, smoke wafted out of the kitchen, and there were voices of words.
It is the breath of the world.
The world of self-cultivation and the world of the secular are two worlds. Most of those who practice self-cultivation are high above the world, and they will not be involved with the worldly people. There is a difference between immortals. Although Lin Zhizhi liked to run to the secular world when he was a child, he still had a high mentality.
He respects the workings of the world, and is curious about every life, but does not get involved with them.
However, this accident forced him to integrate into the village as a mortal.
An ordinary little village.
"boom-"
Just when Lin Zhizhi didn't feel the spiritual energy, but was drenched by the mild sunlight, the sound of the knife cutting the air in the corner caught his attention.
Lin Zhizhi shifted his body and looked up, and saw that the young man was chopping wood with the sharp knife in the courtyard.
He was stomping upright, sweat dripping down his cheeks, slashing again and again, and his expression was serious as if he was training some peerless martial arts, not chopping wood.
Lin Zhiyi always believed that serious people are always worthy of respect. He touched his chin and thought, if there is a chance, he can be introduced to a sect - for the sake of him saving himself.
"The wild species are chopping wood again!"
"Why are you still here? It's so dirty!"
Suddenly, a group of children came running from a distance, and they stopped in front of the fence, arguing with each other, pointing at the boy, mocking with disgust.
The young man's face was blank, he wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and continued to chop wood. It seemed that he had become accustomed to these insults and ignored it.
"I'm tired of coming to scold you every day!"
"Wild species are shameless!"
"Hey - look, does that person belong to this savage family?" The children continued to scold the world, and one of them, a little fat man with two red faces grabbed his companion's hand and pointed to Lin on the chair. Knowing that, I asked a little puzzled.
The companion who was caught by him was stunned, apparently not knowing Lin Zhizhi's identity: "I haven't seen him, but he must be a bad person at the door of Ye Zhong's house! Haven't you heard your mother tell you to stay away from wild animals? Damn, those who are with him will become bad! Even curse him!"
The little fat man was a little tangled: "But... but he looks good! Mother also said that good-looking people are not bad people!"
#Strength face control#
#This world of looking at the face! #
"This... This also makes sense. My father has always asked me to ask for a better-looking daughter-in-law..." The companion wiped his nose, and his attention was sucked away by Lin Zhizhi, and he had no time to take care of the young man.
Lin Zhizhi, who has been listening to their speeches: "..."
- I can hear you talking about me like that! A bunch of rude bastards!
He rolled up his sleeves angrily and waved at the little fat man who was still a little discerning.
The little fat man looked around, made an exaggerated mouth shape, and pointed to himself: "Are you calling me?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded at him.
"He... he's calling me, could he be a monster? Vixen or something?" The little fat man felt that his legs were a little weak, and said to his companions with a bitter face.
"That shouldn't be the case. The gentleman said that fox spirits generally can't come out during the day."
The little fat man shrank his neck, a little afraid to go forward. But the face of the other party is the best he has ever seen in his life. According to his mother's words... He should be a good person, right
He took small steps like a frightened bunny and approached Lin Zhizhi little by little.
"Why do you call him a wild seed?" Lin Zhizhi asked with some doubts.
"My mother said it! His mother was from our village. The village chief's son liked her, but she never agreed. As a result, a foreigner came, and he was fine with that foreigner! He also killed that foreigner. The son and her best friend, only him and this room are left! From childhood to adulthood, whoever gets close to him will disappear inexplicably - he is a broom star! You are so beautiful, you must not be with him, Come and stay at my house!" The little fat man is still simple and honest, and with the addition of Zhen Yan control, he said everything after asking such a question, pulling on Lin Zhizhi's sleeve.
Lin Zhizhi fell silent, the sunlight shone through his skin, not like a mortal. He stretched out his hand to hold the fat body of the little fat man, and knocked his head hard: "Stop cursing."
The little fat man shook his fat body: "No, we are killing the people. As long as he leaves, no one will disappear!"
"… "
God is special for the people to eradicate harm.
Lin Zhizhi glanced at the young man from a distance. He should have heard them speak, but he was still indifferent, wiping sweat, chopping wood, and repeating the same actions.
His indifference was not the same as Lin Zhizhi's usual indifference. He was like a wolf, arrogant and full of forbearance and hatred. Day after day, growing up in abuse.
It's always strange that the savior is bullied like this—
The young master of the Lin family made up his mind to help out.
#Look, this is called killing harm for the people#