Turns out I'm the protagonist's golden finger

Jiang Zhao didn't expect the boy to wake up so soon.

My brain was empty for a while, and I even had a little difficulty breathing.

The boy's full pupils showed that he was at a loss.

Jiang Zhao retreated a certain distance, his scalp was numb with nervousness, and it took him a long time to regain his language organization ability.

Miscalculation, he doesn't know how to get along with people at all, he knew that he should perform an invisibility technique before wiping his face.

"It was you who saved me..." The boy's voice cracked and hoarse, as if he had swallowed charcoal fire, and the slightest movement of his Adam's apple was like burning pain.

"Don't talk." Jiang Zhao pressed his mouth and said quickly.

The boy's breath hit his palms a little itchy, and Jiang Zhao's palms were sweaty.

It was quiet in the stone house, only the sound of Wantao Bamboo Sea under the cliff could not stop.The boy covered his mouth with his hand and nodded with difficulty.

Jiang Zhao took his hand away stiffly.

The boy rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, wanting to see Qing Jiangzhao's appearance.

Those hands were completely different from Jiang Zhao's. Although they were slender and beautiful, they were rough and even had frostbite marks.At this time it was even more terrifying, ten fingers were covered with blood.Jiang Zhao took a closer look, and saw that the flesh of his fingertips had been sliced ​​off one after another.

Ten fingers connect to the heart, cutting the fingers cuts out the heart at the same time.

I can imagine the pain at that time.

"Give me your hand." Jiang Zhao cut off another sleeve and bandaged his ten fingers, at least not to let the blood flow.

Jiang Zhao's dressing skills are so good that all ten fingers look like they are wearing a straight white hat.

The young man stared at the ten fingers, his eyes were like jewels shining in the dark, without repulsion and hostility, he looked at Jiang Zhao very submissively and gratefully.

Jiang Zhao felt very uncomfortable.Although he has been bullied a lot, it is absolutely impossible for him to be hurt like this.Moreover, as a person living in a world ruled by law, he really couldn't accept that a teenager was tortured like this!In his opinion, unless a psychopath, he would not do such a thing against a child.

Jiang Zhao knew that the young man was watching him, so in order to reassure the young man, Jiang Zhao decided to take the initiative to talk to him.

"You..." Are you okay? The three words stuck in his throat and he couldn't say it. The villain in his heart wailed, and Jiang Zhao really wanted to jump off the cliff outside.

Sure enough.

Reliving a hundred times can't change social fear!

The boy looked at him, and the focus of his eyes converged little by little.

Being silently watched, Jiang Zhao suffered from anxiety again, and even wanted to run away.If this young man was not injured so badly, he would die if he was left here, Jiang Zhao felt that he would really run away.

He doesn't like talking to people, he doesn't know what to say to the boy.Coupled with his strong empathy ability, he feels ashamed of what he does, and he doesn't know what to say.

There was a slight smile on the boy's bloodless lips, like ripples from a dragonfly's touch in water.His lips are thin, and the arc of that smile is the most soothing.

His eyes are also beautiful, bright and steady, with a calmness that does not belong to his age, and the opening and closing of eyelashes cast some shadows in the pupils, as if hiding some kind of undetectable emotion.

Jiang Zhao told himself that he had already saved the person in front of him, and in that case, he would send the Buddha to the west to take care of his body, and try to keep his body and mind relaxed while he was recuperating.

"Are you still hurting?"

The boy gestured with his fingers: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

My face was so painful that it turned white and it didn't hurt.

Jiang Zhao stood up and forced himself to calm down. He must not lose control at this time, and he must not endanger a life because of this damn social fear.

He sketched out a treatment plan, and first went out to find some water for the boy to wash the wound.

He remembered that when Yu Jian came back, he saw a stream like a jade belt in the distance, flying down along the memory.Jiang Zhao couldn't help being amazed by the beauty of nature.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, water flows out from the gaps in the black stones.Occasionally, bamboo leaves go with the water and do not sink to the bottom to pollute the water source.

Clear as nothing, the water flow is gentle, the downstream waterfall is also gentle, and the fine sand grains at the bottom of the water can be counted.According to the old saying, when the water is clear, there will be no fish. All Jiang Zhao can see are some fish and shrimps that are not the size of a fingernail and some strange long-bearded fish with stripes.

Jiang Zhao stuck his fingers into the water, and the water was cool, like the coolness in early spring when the glaciers first melted.

Qu Cai used Cang Wen to cut off some bamboos and made some bamboo tubes.Jiang Zhao filled the tube with water and flew back to the stone house.

The boy's complexion was very poor, and the tears on his face were wet and mottled, flowing into the wound on his right cheek.

I'm afraid it's going to be disfigured!

People can't bear to see a beautiful thing destroyed.Jiang Zhao hurriedly wiped away his tears.

"It hurts?"

Children of this age like teenagers must be strong and have high self-esteem.I will not let others see easily when I cry, unless the pain is really unbearable.

The boy's eyes were covered with a film of water, tears were about to fall down again, and he almost shouted hoarsely, "Where did you go?"

Jiang Zhao's heart trembled, it was because he hadn't thought about it.

This young man suffered countless tortures, finally escaped, and was seriously injured, his life may be in danger at any time.Staying in such a strange environment and being treated by a stranger is like a leaf of duckweed clinging to a dead branch.

The thin duckweed doesn't know when the dead branch will break, nor when the turbulent river of fate will flood him again.

The pain struck again as the stranger walked away without a word, leaving him alone again.

How could he sleep peacefully?

Jiang Zhao was in a panic, if the young man died, his conscience might be in trouble in this life.

How could he just leave like that! ?

This is your usual style.A voice in my heart said sarcastically.

Jiang Zhao was so guilty that he wanted to stab himself.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to fetch water, don't worry, I won't leave." Jiang Zhao took out the bamboo tube, proving that he really didn't intend to leave the boy here alone.

"Yeah." The young man turned over with difficulty and turned his body sideways so that he could see Caretaker Jiang more clearly and keep it firmly in his heart.

The monk's white clothes were stained red with blood, and he looked chill and lonely. Coupled with that calm and stunning face, he was shockingly beautiful.

Jiang Zhao was unaware of his scrutiny, and continued to be immersed in guilt.

The true qi in his body surged, and the young man quickly noticed the damage to his qi channel.

Qi channels are divided into six types: metal, wood, water, fire, earth, and wind. Ordinary people only have five types of energy channels, but practitioners have all six channels, and there must be one outstanding channel. This more outstanding channel determines the direction of the practitioner's technique research.Therefore, for practitioners, Qimai is the foundation of practice.The upper form of Qimai is Tian, ​​and the lower form is Xuan, divided into eighteen steps, hidden in Dan Yuan.

A reborn person is acting against the sky. His Qi veins are already weak. Now that he has been severely injured, it may be difficult to recover.

Sudden.

The young man made great determination to draw on the stone bed with bloody fingers regardless of his injuries.His fingers were still bleeding, and the white straight hat turned into a red straight hat.

On the stone bed, the young man wrote the word "Shen Chi" stroke by stroke with blood on it.

The stone bed was cold and hard, and it was not very easy to write. He almost used all his strokes and spent all his energy on it.

Being robbed of his home, he has also been confused, doubted, and even abandoned himself.

After being stabbed by Su Yuyan, he even believed their words for a while: he is not Shen Chi, and everything he had before did not belong to him.

He is willing to sink into the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, without saying a word, to be a living corpse.

However, after hearing of the death of his most revered master, he could no longer be alone.The moment he regained his body, seeing the scars on his body, the lines on his palms, and the four energy channels that he had cultivated for many years, he knew who he was better than anyone else.

No matter how much these people denied it, it was useless, he recognized himself clearly.

He has always been him, he is Shen Chi!

Once again, he forbears everywhere, not even daring to say his old name.

If it weren't for the midnight dream, he would always have the painful memory of the Yin Fu Youhuo, he was afraid that he would really forget it, so he was willing to be an outer disciple in Yunyan Sect.

After walking through the gate of hell, he didn't want to hide it anymore. Since he is Shen Chi, why didn't he dare to admit it?Even if he is killed by the cultivator in front of him in the next second, he will not hide again.

This is his name.

He can't speak now, moving his Adam's apple is like swallowing the pain of fire.He wrote down this name, so that when he died, the monk in front of him could write his real name on his tombstone.

Jiang Zhao originally wanted to hold him down and let him lie down peacefully, but found out that he was writing.

"Shen Chi?"

Facing Shang Jiangzhao's clear moon-like gaze, Shen Chi was terrified for a moment.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but that he's afraid of seeing the disgust and spurn in Jiang Zhao's eyes.He saw too much, every look was like a knife, wounding him bloody.

Shen Chi's reputation was completely ruined by that person.

Killing his wife into a demon, slaughtering his master, the king of thousands of demons, killing people like hemp.

The monk in front of him looked like a hermit who didn't care about worldly affairs.Shen Chi knew that this kind of pure cultivator hated the filthy qi of the world of mortals, and hated him the most. He was afraid that he would think he was filthy, and maybe he would draw his sword and kill him.

No, it won't.

These cultivators are forbidden to kill evil, he will not be killed.

Moreover, the concern in Jiang Zhao's eyes is not fake, he will not kill a powerless person just because of a name.

Even so, there will be no shortage of disgust.

"Shen Chi."

Jiang Zhao said the name twice, and remembered it several times in his heart.This is his habit. As a severe social fear, he only knows a few people, and he carefully memorizes the names of everyone he knows.

When you have to chat, remember the other person's name, and he will be less nervous.

"I see, lie down." Jiang Zhao pushed him back, and wrapped his left index finger again indifferently.

Shen Chi was stunned.

After a while, it occurred to him that this stone house seemed to have been built for a long time, and maybe the hermit was much older than he looked.It is normal for a person who hides from the world not to know him.

That is to say, he can confess his real name here without any scruples.

When he wrote Shen Chi, he was determined to die, even though he died without regret.

However, the situation now is completely different from what he thought.

He didn't dare to imagine that one day he could be Shen Chi again...

"I'm going to use a method to wash you up." Jiang Zhao tried to make his behavior not so abrupt.

Shen Chi also felt that the smell of blood on his body was heavier.But he can't move now, how can he take a bath?The cultivator in front of him uses the pulse of water?

Jiang Zhao recited the Yushui Jue silently, affirming Shen Chi's thoughts.The water flowed into a big droplet in mid-air, and Jiang Zhao realized that the water in the bamboo tube was cold water, and God knows how many bacteria there were before it was boiled.

"Scorching fire!" Jiang Zhao had no choice but to heat it up first.

Using the two techniques of water and fire so skillfully, Shen Chi secretly speculated about his identity.

Cultivators can't only use the spells of one vein, after the one vein is perfected, the cultivator can try to break through another Qi vein.However, this method of cultivation is likely to cause breath disturbance and damage the core. Most cultivators do not use this method, but choose to consolidate their spiritual power after the peak of Yimai, and rely on spiritual power to improve their strength to a higher level.

In the last life, Shen Chi disdained the kind of spiritual strength that was piled up with the opportunity of spiritual stones, and tried his best to conquer every vein.First is the fire vein, then the water vein, the wind vein, and the gold vein, each of which takes several years.It was indeed time-consuming, and it also made his foundation more stable than that of monks of the same level. Under the thunder of breaking through the Golden Core and being promoted to Nascent Soul, he could still stabilize his cultivation without being hurt.

The monk in front of him couldn't tell his age from his appearance, but judging from his cultivation base, he was hundreds of years older than him now.Shen Chi couldn't understand why such a monk should be regarded as the lord by all sects, why should he live in seclusion here in the mountains and forests, and not care about world affairs?Why hasn't he heard of this monk in the past 300 years?

The warm water flowed through the clothes to wash the body, and the blood stains on the clothes were also removed, and the unspeakable bloody smell finally dissipated.

Jiang Zhao deliberately avoided his wounds when washing, and personally washed him when the water was close to body temperature to reduce the pain.

After thorough cleaning, the weakness of the spirit body has been relieved a lot. Shen Chi knows that Jiang Zhao has poured spiritual energy into the cleaning water to help him replenish the consumption of the injury.

This senior has never lived with him, yet he takes care of him in such a comprehensive way, without any details.Shen Chi was a little uneasy.

The sound of bamboo waves is like a never-ending tide. Lying in this small stone house is like lying on an island, like falling into a dream.

He was afraid that when he woke up, it was really just a dream.

Jiang Zhao stood in front of the stone gate that had been cracked into powder, but he didn't notice the deep thoughts inside.

Because he was surprised by himself again.

After consuming so much spiritual energy just now, he came out and stood against the wind for a while, and his spiritual energy was full again, as if he was a black hole that absorbed spiritual energy, and he only entered it, and it didn't come out unless he wanted it.

What kind of magic is this practicing so magically?

"Who the hell am I?" Jiang Zhao looked through the emergency manual with the big civet cat in Zhihai, and sent several messages to Liyana in the third world asking for help.

With such a capable body, he would definitely be involved in a lot of things, and he had to find out who he was quickly.

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The author has something to say:

In the previous life, Shen Chi and Su Yuyan were just brothers and sisters of the same school, and they became Taoist couples with Su Yuyan only after they were taken away.