Turns out I'm the protagonist's golden finger

Jiang shines on the sword under the moon, and the night wind blows past his ears more swiftly than ever.

Looking down from a high altitude, the market town in the distance looks like a refined genre painting.Light candles and hang up lanterns everywhere, shining like clouds.Itinerant hawkers, shopkeepers with loads of things on their backs, lively Goulan, everything is sold in the night market: flowers and fruits, gadgets, cloth, food...

With a certain treasure, Jiang Zhao has never been to the street again, and he has never visited such an antique market.

Tourists are like weaving, walking through it has a special flavor.

Walking into the street, the fiery atmosphere is overwhelming.This market town is called Xianshan Town, and it got its name because it is adjacent to the world's first Yunyan sect.The Yunyan Sect is famous, and this remote town is also famous.Most of the people in it have a craft, and their lives are prosperous, and the means of having fun are also varied.In the bar of the restaurant, Jiang Zhao glanced lightly, and found that there were many juggling entertainers and musicians holding pipas standing behind the curtains, as well as some colorfully dressed animals.

It's just a song, it's time to rest.

Jiang Zhao didn't care about it, and walked into a pharmacy.

The child's injury is too severe, and it may be difficult to heal without medicine, especially the injury on the face. If the injury is disfigured, what will be done in the future?

The pharmacy is full of the smell of medicines accumulated over the years. Jiang Zhao has also learned some medicines, but the smell is too mixed, with all kinds of medicine smells.

The oil lamp was lit in the room, the shopkeeper was drowsy, dozing off holding his goat's whiskers, Jiang Zhao went to the counter and knocked on the table.

The shopkeeper woke up immediately, rubbed his eyes, and took a closer look. It was a monk with a strange face. The monk was carrying a sword, and he looked like a fairy.He was secretly amazed at such a handsome figure, and asked, "What is the fairy head doing? Do you have any elixir and artifacts to sell?"

Most of the pharmacies in Xianshan Town cooperate with Yunyan Sect, buying the residues of elixirs refined by Yundingfeng and the monsters hunted by Zongzhong disciples at high prices.After going back and forth, the shopkeeper also knew a few disciples of Yunyan Sect. He had never seen this one before. Could it be a disciple from other peaks?

Jiang Zhaodao: "I'm here to buy medicine. Is there any panacea for sword wounds and throat?"

"Yes, how much do you want?"

Jiang Zhao took out the money, the shopkeeper was very disappointed, and said to Jiang Zhao: "First the heavy ones and then the light ones, and the medicine for the throat is not enough money. Wait for me to get the medicine for the sword wound, just wait here."

The shopkeeper got up and went to the medicine cabinet in the inner room. A boy who looked like a buddy was making medicine, and the other was holding a medicine pot to grab medicine. The boy making medicine asked him, "Who is coming from outside?"

The shopkeeper said disdainfully: "I guess he is a poor and lowly scattered monk. I thought he was from the Yunyan Sect."

"How do you know that he is not a disciple of Yunyan Sect?" The guys are all newcomers, and they are all new to everything.

The shopkeeper was quite experienced and said: "You don't understand now, disciples of Yunyan Sect use Lingshi to buy things, how can they be as poor as that man?"

The guy who took the medicine stood on the ladder, looked at the handsome monk sitting outside through the bamboo curtain, lost his mind for a moment, and said: "I think he has some skills even as a casual cultivator, and he will be the Yunyan sect in half a year." It's the selection meeting, and I'm down and out right now, and I might be able to enter the inner sect in half a year."

"Hmph! Little brat, do you think Yunyan Sect's inner disciples are so easy to be?" The shopkeeper pulled out medicine drawers one by one to grab medicine, and said, "Those who can enter the inner sect are dragons and phoenixes among people! They are born with six veins." !"

"Born with six veins?"

The shopkeeper explained to them in detail, and seeing that both of them looked yearning, he poured cold water on them: "Don't think about it, there are very few people born with six meridians, and it is even rarer to have one outstanding meridian among the six meridians." Rare..."

After Jiang Zhao was reborn, his hearing was extraordinary, and he could hear the words of the inner room clearly. He also had a preliminary understanding of the Yunyan Sect and its six veins.

After paying the money and walking out of the pharmacy, Jiang Zhao noticed a small shop.The place where the pharmacy is located is a bit of an edge, and this small shop is even more of an edge.

The shop owner lit a white paper lantern, and the warm light shone on the somewhat bleak bluestone road, dispelling the depression.

Jiang Zhao approached the shop and found that it was guarded by his grandfather and grandson.

The little girl was dressed in plain linen, her eyes were quick, she looked at people flickeringly, and she was not afraid of strangers at all.

Blood value 58+5/1000000!

Jiang Zhao was very surprised by the sudden affection.He simply sat on the bench beside the shop and ordered a bowl of hot porridge. Shen Chi's throat was seriously injured, and it would be better to eat some liquid food.

The little girl's hair was tied into two balls, a little messy, seeing Jiang Zhao's friendly appearance, she moved her body and sat beside Jiang Zhao.The little girl looked at the white rapier that was no more than two fingers wide on his back. After all, he was a playful child, and couldn't help reaching out to touch it.

Cang Wenjian was cold and domineering, Jiang Zhao avoided her for fear of hurting her.

"Xiaoying." The old man thought his granddaughter was impolite, and called the girl over.It doesn't matter to Jiang Zhao, he likes being with the children very much, and this child helped him survive, so he likes it even more.

"Master Dao, are you from Xianzong?" People in the town also called Yunyanzong Xianzong.

"No." Jiang Zhao looked at the ground, as if there was a flower there.

The old man didn't realize that Jiang Zhao didn't like to talk very much, so he chatted about recent anecdotes to relieve his boredom.Although here is at the foot of the fairy mountain, there are many evil things.A beauties-eating monster that has been causing trouble here recently.

"Counting the third lady of Mr. Ju's family, five people have been eaten, all of them are like flowers and jade. The young lady in her [-]s and [-]s has done some evil, and she has been eaten until there is only a pile of bones left." He lit the extinguished lantern with a new candle, and said: "Fortunately, Xianzong has sent people to investigate, and within a few days, we will definitely catch that evildoer."

Jiang Zhao listened to these as if he was listening to a story.

The old man raised the lantern to the front, looked carefully at Jiang Zhao, and said with emotion: "I have lived for more than 80 years, and I have seen a lot. This is the first time I have seen a person with such a demeanor as the Taoist priest."

Jiang Zhaoping smiled peacefully. He was used to being praised for his looks since he was a child.

The porridge was ready, so he bought some candles from the old man and hurried back to the stone house.

However, he seems to have a little impression of the monster that the old man mentioned. Before he died, he flipped through it casually and found such a story. Unfortunately, he only read a short paragraph. He vaguely remembered that the monster would change his face?

Jiang Zhao was afraid that the porridge would be cold, so he protected it with a fire formula.

Back in the stone house, the candles were silently lit, and the orange light filled the stone house.The stone house where Jiang Zhao lived was dug out of a huge boulder, leaving no gaps on all sides.The stone gate has disappeared, and the candlelight is flickering.

Jiang Zhao had no choice but to protect it with spiritual energy.

Shen Chi had already sat up, his ten fingers were all injured, and it was very difficult to eat by himself.

Jiang Zhao didn't say much, and silently fed him porridge with a spoon.

I don't know whether he likes sweet or salty food, Jiang Zhao chose sweet food according to the taste of most children in the orphanage.

Shen Chi swallowed slowly, his throat hurt badly, but fortunately the porridge was neither cold nor hot, otherwise he would not be able to swallow it.

Jiang Zhao realized that his injury was too serious, so he fed him little by little to reduce the difficulty of swallowing.

The two were so close that Shen Chi could see Jiang Zhao's black eyelashes with a layer of orange-gold smudged light when he lowered his head.

In Yunyan Sect, outer disciples are no different from ordinary servants, they can only stand by themselves when they are injured, the teacher never cares about them, what's more, they have to practice and do things when they are injured.

This life is only eighteen years old, and only this person in front of him cares about him so much.

63+5/1000000!Jiang Zhao concentrated on feeding the porridge and noticed the change in blood value.

"Okay." Shen Chi put his hand on the back of Jiang Zhao's.Jiang Zhao's hands trembled uncontrollably, he doesn't really like to have physical contact with others, even though Shen Chi helped him.

Shen Chifei quickly noticed his unnaturalness, and asked him, "You don't want me to hold your hand?"

No... Jiang Zhao retorted subconsciously in his mind, and then realized that the teleportation talisman can spy on the other party's heart.

Shen Chi relaxed when he heard that, in the candlelight, the young man's brows stretched out, the candlelight imprinted in his eyes shining brightly, and his sickly face finally had life.

"That's good."

Jiang Zhao shyly took his hand away.

This teleportation talisman is his nemesis...

I only bought five candles, so there is no room for waste.

Jiang Zhao put down the porridge bowl and took out the medicine. The pharmacy was quite affordable, and the medicines given were for internal and external use.For internal use, I'm afraid it will have to be boiled tomorrow, but the ointment for external application can be used now.

Jiang Zhao dug out a little ointment with a small spoon, spread it evenly on the wound on Shen Chi's cheek, and spread it carefully, trying not to let the ointment irritate the wound.

Shen Chi obediently let him play around, and didn't intend to look at him.This reassured Jiang Zhao somewhat.

"The wound on your back should also be painted. I'll help you take off your clothes." Jiang Zhao put down the ointment and pulled on Shen Chi's belt, but found that he couldn't untie the buckle, and Shen Chi's ten fingers were injured again.

Shen Chi pressed his hand, and said with a telepathy talisman: "Cut it open."

Jiang Zhao had no choice but to wave Cang Wen to cut off the belt.At the same time as the belt snapped, the boy's narrow waist was exposed in front of his eyes.

Although he saw many men's bodies in the university bathroom, Jiang Zhao still looked away embarrassedly.

Shen Chi was indifferent, took off his clothes to half his waist, lay down on the stone bed, and waited for Jiang Zhao to apply the medicine.

Jiang Zhao put those strange emotions aside and focused on taking the medicine.

After taking off his clothes, he realized that the boy's back was not as thin as it looked before, but it was still skinny.There is a cold and hard line from the neck to the shoulders, and the inner sides of the arms are not soft at all, but have solid muscles.The back is broad, with the butterfly bone protruding slightly, showing a little thinness.

Jiang Zhao soon discovered that a small spoon is not suitable for applying medicine on a large area, so he wanted to spread the medicine evenly with his hands.

As soon as the fingertips touched Shen Chi's back, Jiang Zhao felt his tension.

Glancing upward, the boy's ears turned red.

Children of this age are almost developed, and they should know everything, and they must be very resistant to being touched by others.

Jiang Zhao withdrew his hand and changed back to the small spoon. He didn't bother to give him a little bit of good medicine.

"I turned off the light." Jiang Zhao finished speaking and blew out the candle.

The room was silent.

Jiang Zhao walked out of the house, the moon had risen to the east.Jiang Zhao leaned on a rock, and the scene just now flashed before his eyes.

The grandpa and grandson may have closed their stalls and gone home.

Jiang Zhao pressed his forehead, he always felt that the little girl looked like someone he knew before.

But can't remember who it was.

Jiang Zhao didn't know when he fell asleep and how long he had a dream.He remembered that there was a little girl crying in his dream, but when he woke up, he couldn’t remember the girl’s appearance. If he really wanted to describe it, he only had a dry combination of words: Malnourished sallow face, fox-like eyes, red lips Like a flower.

In the dream, three tall women pulled her hair, forcing her to confess something.She kept saying, I didn't steal it, I didn't steal it!In the dream, he walked over to protect her behind him.To mobilize surveillance to return her innocence.In the end, the women listlessly apologized to her.

Why, why is she still crying?

Still crying so sad...

Jiang Zhao opened his eyes, feeling heavy and inexplicably terrified.

The sky has already turned pale, and it will take more than half an hour for Asahi to show up.All this marks a full day for him here.

The blood value has dropped by 4 points, which is the cost of yesterday's day.

Jiang Zhao looked up at the sky.

Today's sky was unexpectedly clean, without a single cloud, and he didn't get up until a bird slid by, patting the hay stalks on his body.

When you wake up in the morning, what matters is your work, not your imagination.

Jiang Zhao counted the remaining money, it was only enough for today.

so poor...

It's not even his money...

In modern times, although Jiang Zhao is not considered rich, he does not have to worry about food and clothing. How can there be such a situation today, where he eats the last meal and does not have the next meal?

"Harmful."

After all, breakfast is for people.

Shen Chi slept deeply, woke up and saw Jiang Zhao came in with a bowl of porridge and a steaming medicine bowl.

"Eat first, then take medicine." Jiang Zhao put the medicine bowl on the stone table and fed Shen Chi the porridge.

After drinking the medicine, Jiang Zhao gave him a pulse, which is the original owner's skill, to detect the condition of the primordial spirit's viscera from the veins.

It seemed that the boy was out of the line of death, but he was still seriously injured.

Jiang Zhao thought for a moment, then held his hand, Shen Chi was a little confused by this sudden change.

Then he heard that Jiang Zhao asked him: "Do you have any other relatives? Or brothers from the same school, can they take care of you?"

Shen Chi searched in his mind and shook his head.

"Your injury needs to be recuperated, I am not suitable for you to heal your injury." Jiang Zhao didn't know how to say this, but he really couldn't afford it.

"Where else can you go?"

Shen Chi sent a heartfelt message to him: "If I can wash away my grievances, I can go back to Yunyan Sect."

It was Yunyan Sect again.This is the high-frequency word that Jiang Zhao heard when he crossed over.

"What exactly happened?" Jiang Zhao thought of Xue Xi who he met in the bamboo forest. What exactly was the "secret matter" that he kept secret?

Shen Chi said: "Close your eyes, I'll tell you."

Jiang Zhao didn't suspect him, and closed his eyes.

Shen Chi leaned over suddenly and pressed his forehead close to him, Jiang Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and then saw Shen Chi's memories.