Ning Wuxin thought that the memories of five hundred years ago were too long and many of them were blurred.

But when I saw the old woman with gray head, the memories buried in my heart suddenly became like a picture.

It came to her mind one by one.

Old Woman Ning, her nominal grandmother, was actually a "relative" with extremely weak bloodlines in the five squads.

He lost his husband and then his daughter, and his only grandson was lost, and his head turned pale overnight. As soon as her parents died on the battlefield, she kindly adopted herself.

Now, she and her apprentice Lu Qingshan are taking her back to this small town as big as a palm to take care of her. She is the only doctor in the town who can visit the hospital.

No one could guess that the old woman who was strict with Ning Wuxin on this side, but who was "will be thrown in her hand, and afraid of being melted in her mouth" turned out to be the first move of the layouter behind her. It was really funny. Ning Wuxin laughed at herself silently.

This news was dug out after she fell into the Demon Sect and secretly investigated it again and again. Only then did she know that her "weak" body was not born with weakness, but was caused by her grandmother.

It was only then that I realized that this grandmother was not a mortal woman, but a famous man who had long reached the Lingtai realm!

There is an amazing deal with the layup behind it.

This was early, of course, too early. When Ning Wuxin investigated, this famous master had already turned into a pile of dead bones.

"Do you think it's better?"

Although the old woman's hair was gray, she was meticulous, with a tight face and a stern tone. Even Ning Wuxin could not deny that the turbid and sluggish eyes were almost believed by Ning You, who was not aware of the world five hundred years ago.

"Grandma, don't worry, A You are much better." The girl's voice was slightly hoarse, sick, and she showed a weak smile.

The accent is strange, not the official dialect of Tianxuan or Nanyan, but the small town dialect. As the memory revives, Ning Wuxin quickly regained it. Fortunately, she is "unwell" at the moment, otherwise, it would be really not easy to deal with Mr. Ning.

After adding a few pieces of charcoal, Old Wives Ning saw that she was "much better" and gave a few words of advice, then closed the door and went out.

Waiting for the old lady Ning to leave, Ning Wuxin's unreality after rebirth suddenly disappeared, and at the same time, a strong sense of crisis surged up.

Twisting Mo Chan in his hand, Ning Wuxin planned to put down his research on Mo Chan for the time being.

The situation she is facing is not optimistic at this time, so she can only solve it first.

Fortunately, this town is not simple, she can use the power to fight.

Otherwise, with her current "weak" body, dealing with Mrs. Ning's master and apprentice is like a fool.

A girl with a spiritual platform, a foundation-building peak, and a powerless girl, hitting her is like crushing an ant.

"And how to break the situation in front of you?" This is the primary thing Ning Wuxin has to prepare for now.

After a moment of sniffing, Ning Wuxin's spirit was indeed much better and his thoughts became alive again.

It was chilly spring, and it was all blocked by the red charcoal fires burned in the house.

After Ning Wuxin woke up, she became much more energetic, but the heavy charcoal fire in the house made her breathless.

After a little more time, I decided to get up.

Ning Wuxin's body was already "weak" and could not bear the cold. Even though there was a charcoal basin in the house, she still wrapped several layers of it. She felt that her body gradually became warm and dared to approach the window.

At this time, the downpour had stopped suddenly. The spring rain outside the window was rising, and smoke was rising.

After all, it was not a great monk who transformed the gods. He lifted the lock and used all his strength to open the window and erect it.

"Hu" The cold wind blew, and the strong smell of medicine in the house immediately faded.

Fortunately, it was covered with three layers inside and outside, otherwise the spring was chilly and hot and cold, and she was afraid that she would fall down when she saw the wind.

At that time, it is inevitable that you will have to "repair" for another two or three months, which is legitimate. There is a sneer in her eyes.

Rebirth for a lifetime, everything returns to its origin.

Fortunately, the misty rain outside the window, the old bluestone house, the chirping of chickens and dogs hidden in the sound of rain, is really pleasant.

But at the age of eleven or twelve, he was born weak and felt extremely difficult after standing for less than a quarter of an hour.

Ning Wuxin knew that he wanted to get rid of the current predicament and get rid of the chess game "Old Woman Ning" who had a cultivation level, his health was very important. If he still maintained his current "weakness" appearance, he would probably not even be able to get out of the courtyard door.

She intended to exercise, but she knew that today was not a good time. She opened a window and blew the wind, and just wanted to completely suppress the last trace of uneasiness in her heart. Otherwise, it would be easy to reveal the content when meeting Mrs. Ning in a while.

A powerful spiritual powerhouse has never seen any wind and waves? The origin is even more mysterious.

Not only her, this Changsheng Town is also not simple...

My thoughts were dissipated for a while until Ning Wuxin was shaken by the cold wind. He turned his head and looked at the dim dusk, rubbed his white hands, and planned to close the window, but as soon as he approached, his movements suddenly stopped.

In the misty rain, the soft sound of bells "ding bells" came, and she glanced intuitively at the intersection of Qingshi Lane and Jiuqu Lane.

At this time, most households lit candles, and under the dim sky, the town emitted a slight yellow light.

After a few breaths, a little man in a fat straw raincoat walked out of Jiuqu Lane with a wooden barrel and walked into Qingshi Lane. After a few breaths, waiting for the "ding bell" to drown in the rain. A family in Qingshi Lane said a "creaking" sound from the old wooden door. A child about seven or eight years old, secretly emerged from the house and looked at the dirt marks that were washed away by the rain on the bluestone road. Regardless of the wind and rain, he held an oil umbrella that was half a person tall, and hurriedly ran towards the depths of Qingshi Lane.

About a quarter of an hour later, the sound of the bell "ding" sounded again. This time, the bell sounded slightly dull and heavy, one clang, one high and one low, as if it was being covered in the palm of the hand. After a few breaths, two children, one big and one small, walked out of the bluestone alley. The child struggled to carry the half-high broken wooden barrel with his elbows, and staggered with difficulty. The older child was wet in the rain, but carefully held the oil umbrella for the young man.

When passing by the intersection of Jiuqu Lane and Qingshi Lane, the older child looked at Ning Wuxin’s window suspiciously, but in the twilight mist, there was nothing to see. Soon, two children, one big and one young, disappeared into Jiuqu Lane with the heavy bell sound.

Waiting for the two children to disappear, Ning Wuxin fell into the window and locked it.

The smell of medicine in the house was cleared a lot of it in one go.

I stood for two quarters of a year, and this time is not a problem for normal people and even healthy children.

Ning Wuxin is not listed here.

She was "born weak" and had been sick for another three months. She was very weak. Her legs were already weak for a moment, and she was even shaking even more. If the window hadn't been closed, she would have blown down her with a gust of wind.

The more you are, the more flexible your thoughts will become. When the cold wind blows, your head with a slight fever begins to thrill. At the worst, your scalp seems to be lifted open, but Ning Wuxin's fair and fair face is not in pain at all, and the corners of his lips are curled.

Ning Wuxin lay back on Laomu's bed, gasping slightly.

Thinking of those two children, I remembered the little things about this town, and my eyes became dark and obscure, making people unable to see through it. Such gaze didn't last long, and my head hurt so much that it forced her to fall into a short sleep.

It was not until a slight step came outside the window that Ning Wuxin's calm breathing changed.

She woke up, and for a moment, waiting for the people outside the window to leave, her deep eyes suddenly opened...

The hidden demonic nature was exposed.

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Chapter completed!