[Douluo] Xue Ji Chuchen

After a moment of stalemate, Linhe suddenly sprayed some silver-white powder towards Lan Chu. Jiaoxuege could not stop it, so he could only let the flying powder fall on Lan Chu, and he could not avoid it.

The moment the powder fell, the Snow Pigeon had calmed down a lot. It had a keen understanding of medicinal herbs and felt that the powder that had just fallen was a precious medicine. At the same time, the wounds on Lan Chu's body had stopped bleeding, and his complexion even improved a little.

"I won't harm her," Linhe looked at Jiaoxuege quietly and approached Lan Chu step by step.

When the golden needle came out, coupled with the effect of the ice moistening grass, Lan Chu, who was originally in a deep coma, moved slightly and moved his lips unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, the hostile Jiaoxuege finally got out of the way.

Gently picking up the girl, Linhe looked up at Jiao Xue Ge, who was still closely following her, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, your little master will get well soon."

Jiao Xue Ge was very intelligent, as if he understood Lin He's words, and followed Lin He quietly.

Linhe walked out of the forest with one person and one animal, but doubts arose in his heart, and he couldn't stop mumbling to himself.

"Whose child are you?"

"The white snow dove, a rare and rare spiritual beast, actually recognizes you as my master."

"Oh, who was so cruel? I'm covered in injuries."

In the small courtyard where Linhe temporarily lives.

Lan Chu, who had been unconscious for a long time, finally gradually regained consciousness. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a simple ceiling. It was completely different from the memory when he was in a coma. He felt a shiver in his heart and quickly became alert.

Lan Chu, who was lying on the bed, was wrapped up like a fat little white bun, with only a little spinning head left.

After trying to move but finding it useless, Lan Chu shouted at the top of his lungs.

Linhe, who was preparing herbs in the courtyard, hurriedly opened the door and said, "Little guy, I finally woke up."

"Who are you?" Lan Chu was still wary.

Linhe chuckled and walked towards the door, "I'm not the one who harmed you, just take good care of yourself."

"I have no money! I'll leave as soon as I'm healed!" Lan Chu shouted again.

"Whatever you want," Linhe didn't even look back.

Maybe it was because the old man in front of him looked really kind, or maybe it was because the scent of herbs filling the room was inexplicably soothing, Lan Chu finally let down his guard a little.

No matter how strong a person is, no matter how tenacious a person is, there will be times when he gets tired. What's more, she is only a six-year-old child. In the smoke, Lan Chu finally fell asleep with a little uneasiness.

One day and one night passed, and when Lan Chu woke up again, it was bright and clear.

Linhe had gotten up early and was sitting at the dinner table with a kind face, "Wake up, little one, are you hungry?"

Lan Chu, who had regained most of his strength, felt refreshed. He rolled his eyes and jumped out of bed.

"Here, wipe your face," Linhe handed over a hot towel.

Lan Chu wiped it casually, then sat down at the dining table and stuffed a bun into his mouth.

Linhe looked at the girl feasting at the dinner table with some disbelief. He had checked Lan Chu's injury yesterday. With such an injury, he would not be able to get out of bed for three to five days, but from the looks of the little guy in front of him, he could not get out of bed for three or four days at most. Then you can recover.

"Little guy, eat slowly. I have a few questions to ask you."

"My name is Lan Chu, the blue of the blue sky, the beginning of the early spring. Thank you for saving me."

"Okay, you're welcome," Linhe laughed dumbly, "Then where do you plan to go after you recover from your injury?"

"Whatever, I can go wherever I want."

Feeling startled, Linhe asked with some caution, "Child, I can protect you and go home."

From Linhe's only understanding of Lan Chu, he really couldn't figure out why a child who was no more than five or six years old would be so seriously injured. What was the reason that allowed those people to do this to a child.

After thinking about it, he could only guess that the girl might be a victim of the struggle between sects. He never imagined that the girl in front of him had nothing to do with the so-called struggle, nor did he expect that a humble child who fell into the hands of a cannibal noble could escape from the wolf den.

Lan Chu was also stunned, with a bit of pain and anger flashing in his eyes, but he regained his composure in the next second, and said in a playful voice, "Thank you, but I don't have a home, and I have a home all over the world."

His heart was shocked, and after a moment of silence, Linhe spoke, "That's a coincidence. I also live all over the world, how about inviting you to come with me?"

"Come with us?" Lan Chu raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, I am also a person who travels around. We are destined. You are so young and have insufficient self-protection ability. It is safe to stay with me. Moreover," Linhe said with a smile, "your little pigeon is a rare soul." Beast, I am a healer and like to find medicine, it can help me a lot."

Lan Chu stuffed the last half of the bun on the table into his mouth, but shook his head, "Thank you for saving me, but I still like someone."

Linhe was not surprised at all, still smiling, "Then stay a few more days. Your injury is not healed yet. I won't ask who hurt you like this, but they are definitely looking for you. It’s better to stay away from the limelight with me.”

"Thank you then," Lan Chu lowered his head and thought for a moment, then agreed, "But we have agreed, if I want to leave, I can leave at any time."

"It's a word."

Lan Chu stretched and quickly added, "My little pigeon's name is Xiao Bai. If you want to find medicine, you can tell me and I will ask Xiao Bai to help you."

Lan Chu's injury healed quickly. For other children, it was an injury that could cost almost half a life, but for Lan Chu, it was just a slightly more serious "common event", which lasted only three or four days. In a short time, Lan Chu had recovered all his strength.

It was difficult for Lan Chu to trust others, but after getting along with her for a few days, she wanted to leave because of Linhe's words. She couldn't explain why. In short, Linhe gave her a kind of The sense of familiarity made her let down her guard a little. Life with Linhe was very simple, and she didn't have to worry about three meals a day. Lan Chu stayed there for half a month without knowing it.

Sitting in meditation is something Lan Chu must do every day. She can't give details about her behavior, but it is something that has been going on since she can remember. In his spare time, Lan Chu would either follow Lin He out to look for medicine, or sit in the yard grinding medicine, which was quite relaxing.

In the afternoon, Lan Chu was lying in the yard basking in the sun as usual, but suddenly there was a noise outside the yard, and a very familiar dangerous aura hit his face. Lan Chu frowned and quickly turned over.

As soon as he stood still, five figures broke into the courtyard.

Lan Chu narrowed his eyes slightly and locked his gaze on the person standing at the end. That was one of the people who chased her when she escaped half a month ago.

The person who could still shout at his subordinates at that time was now standing at the end, with a low eyebrow and a submissive look. Obviously, the five people who broke in were not simple.

Without any panic, Lan Chu's face turned completely gloomy, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "You just found me now? That's all you have."

The leader of the five people didn't say a word, and already swooped down towards Lan Chu like an eagle. Lan Chu stepped back quickly, the sword light appeared in his right hand, and when he was about to swing it away, a burst of golden light came first.

The golden light came with a fierce force. The leader paused for a moment, and Lan Chu quickly exited the range of his palm.

"Who," the leader shouted sternly as he closed his palms. In the moment of collision, he had already felt that the other party's soul power was as strong as his own.

"Master didn't ask who you are, but you asked about me." Behind Lan Chu, Linhe walked out slowly, with a golden needle hanging by his side, his aura restrained yet intimidating.

Taking a step in front of Lan Chu, Linhe asked again, "Who are you?"

"It's not important," the leader said, "That child belongs to my family, we want to take him away."

"Get out," Lan Chu's voice was extremely cold, "from your family? Who are you?"

The leader said disdainfully, "My master has already bought you."

"Then who is the person selling it?" Lan Chu chuckled.

Although he had all kinds of doubts, Linhe had already guessed it in a few words, and was extremely shocked. He had never thought that Lan Chu actually escaped from the auction house, and that a six-year-old child could have such a mind and ability.

Scanning the five people casually, Linhe laughed, "Did you hear that? Everyone, please come back."

"My master bought this child at a huge price," the leader raised the sharp knife fiercely, "Be honest and give her to me."

Linhe stood motionless in front of Lan Chu and sneered, "Buy? When did buying and selling people become a rule?"

"My master is the rule," a follower shouted loudly, "Make friends."

The seven soul rings lit up regularly. Linhe looked around for a moment and said calmly, "It's impossible."

When the leader saw the soul ring, he couldn't help but be stunned. The next second, a hint of contempt rose at the corner of his mouth.

With a wave of his hand, the five people who broke into the courtyard all released their martial souls. Two soul emperors, one soul king, and one soul sect. The leader was also a soul saint.

"I want to see what you are capable of," the leader stepped with his right foot, and the other four people quickly dispersed, forming a vague encirclement.

As a weapon soul master whose martial soul is a golden needle, Linhe did not become an attack soul master like most soul masters. Instead, he found a new path and became a healing soul master.

When he was young, he used to follow the teacher in an orderly manner. When he was in his teens, Linhe was tired of that kind of life and determined to follow his own path. After years of hard work, Linhe has reached the pinnacle in the use of martial arts to heal, but in terms of attack power, he is not inferior to ordinary soul masters.

"It has been 50 years. This needle of mine only saves people." Linhe waved his right hand, and the golden needle suddenly enlarged several times. "Today, let's make an exception."

The old man in front of him had white hair and beard, and the light around him was flowing. Although the danger was still there, Lan Chu breathed a sigh of relief for no reason, like a drowned bird that had been staggering forward in the wind and rain for a long time, and finally felt some stability. .

The leader sneered, "It's just a soul saint who doesn't overestimate his own abilities."

The fight was about to break out, and a sharp male voice came from outside the hospital.

"Old man, since when did you start fighting? Fight again and don't destroy all my flowers and plants."

Linhe, who was originally tense, relaxed in an instant and shouted loudly outside the courtyard, "Nonsense, all the flowers and plants you got are mine."

"Nonsense, how could you get so many good seeds without me?"

Not to be outdone, Linhe shouted back, "Open your eyes and tell lies. Your seeds were all found for you by ghosts."

"He can't find me without me!"

The two voices quarreled for a few words back and forth, and a white figure floated in in an instant.