Seeing Zhuchen's unkind expression, several people thought she was unwilling, and her eyes gradually turned gray.

Common people like them are indeed as humble as dogs in the eyes of powerful monks. Especially for people like them who are described as embarrassed, it is already very merciful to reward them with some good looks.

The young man turned sideways and held his wife's hand hard, not knowing what to say to her. Feeling extremely sad and unwilling, he gently pressed the back of the woman's hand to his face.

The other person turned away and secretly wiped away tears.

At this time, a clear voice sounded from behind: "Junior brother, have you ever learned any healing spells?"

Feng Changyin scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I didn't learn much."

He looks innocent and young, but he is actually good at martial arts.

The corners of Zhuchen's lips tightened and became more solemn.

In fact, she is not very good at this area, so she doesn't know how much she can help. It would be great if Feng Buye was awake now.

The young man raised his head and saw that the two of them were still determined to save him, and he had some slight hope. He knelt on the ground and walked forward, his eyes flashing with water, and he could hardly form his mouth: "Immortal Lord..."

The older man was probably not good with words, so he only kowtowed to her.

Feng Changyin looked at both sides and couldn't help shouting: "Little senior sister..."

Zhuchen stepped forward, and the young man immediately backed away and put some distance between himself and her, so as not to offend her with the smell of sweat on his body.

Zhuchen squatted down where he was just now, grabbed the woman's hand, flattened her fingers that were curled up in pain, and spoke in a very gentle voice, smiling and comforting: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

The woman's eyes became focused due to her words, and a lot of confusion and trance flashed through her in an instant, as well as indelible pain, and various complex emotions intertwined, and finally turned into tears and fell down.

Zhuchen slowly input the spiritual power in, followed her meridians, passed through her body, and finally gathered in her abdomen. He went through it five or six times before stopping without bothering.

The amniotic water was about to break and she was severely malnourished, but the pregnant woman had a strong will to survive and the situation was not as bad as she thought.

The pregnant woman, who was almost unconscious from the pain, apparently calmed down after Zhuchen withdrew her hand, and still had the strength to hold her head up and nod at them.

Her lips moved, probably to thank them, but unfortunately she couldn't make a sound.

Zhuchen signaled her to stop talking, and turned to his junior brother: "Junior brother, when you came here yesterday, you passed by a city. Do you remember the way?"

The young man was so nervous that he was holding his breath. He quickly reacted and said repeatedly: "Xianjun! Yu Yuan is the closest to here, we live there! Just walk more than 20 kilometers forward, Wu Niang knows the way.

of!"

"Oh?" If the home is nearby, that would be easier. Zhuchen warned: "Junior brother, she is fine for the time being. You can send her back to the city as soon as possible and find a stable woman to place her properly. I think she will soon be safe."

Give birth."

When it comes to flying with a sword, Feng Changyin is better at it. His character is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins. He can fly without a trace as soon as he lets go. For more than 20 kilometers, if he only takes one person to fly, he will not be able to fly without a trace.

He can arrive in a quarter of an hour.

Feng Changyin happily agreed, but said worriedly: "The wind is strong on the sword, and there are some bumps. I'm afraid that this lady will have an accident on the way."

Without saying a word, Zhuchen cast a blast of solid wind on the pregnant woman.

This spell she had just learned was really easy to use, it was windproof and stable, and could be used in a variety of ways. The outside of the quilt immediately seemed to have an extra layer of soft eggshells, wrapping the pregnant woman securely.

The woman noticed the change in the air and kept turning her head to look around, groping carefully with her hands.

Feng Changyin smiled and said: "That's right! Senior sister is indeed a senior sister, she can always think of a way. Then I'll go right now!"

Zhuchen said: "Send her to your home and come back after confirming that she is safe. If anything happens again, come to me quickly."

Feng Changyin readily responded: "I know!"

He summoned his long sword, hung it in the air, and picked him up with him on the ground.

The boy's arms were thin and he was holding an adult who was twice his size. It was very frightening to see him.

The two young men beside him were stunned and were hesitating to say what to say, but they had already disappeared.

"This..." the young man hesitated, "isn't it bad?"

They are all still children.

Zhuchen withdrew his gaze, lowered his sleeves, and said to the two of them: "Don't worry about him, he has nowhere to use his brute strength. I can't leave here. I will send you out after my junior brother comes back."

"Yes, yes." The two of them nodded repeatedly, speaking incoherently in fear, "No! We can actually walk back by ourselves, and we don't dare to trouble the immortal..."

Zhuchen interrupted them: "Okay, come with me first."

She took two steps and turned back and asked, "By the way, where are you two from? What are your names? How did you get here?"

The man who was crying into tears earlier wiped his face with his sleeve and replied: "My dear, my name is Zhang Shiwen. This is my brother who grew up with me, his name is Zheng Kang. Thanks to his help this time,

Only then can I be lucky enough to meet the Immortal Lord."

His name is Zhang Shiwen, and he was born in Yuyuancheng since childhood.

Although he is called literate, he is actually not literate. In Yuyuancheng, studying is something that monks and wealthy people can do. He is just an ordinary carpenter, so naturally he does not have such an opportunity.

Yuyuan City is neither far nor close to the Demon Realm.

Zhang Shiwen has been to very few places. In his limited knowledge, Yuyuan should be the small town closest to the demon world. Every winter when food is scarce, a few demons will come out to kidnap people to eat. He is the immortal of Yuyuan Sect.

Brother Jun protected them and allowed them to be stable for so many years.

Therefore, although life in Yuyuan was poor and difficult, he could still make a living, but he was already content.

Until four years ago, a monk from Yu Yuan came over, randomly selected a group of people, and assigned them to go to Xuntian City to help build a palace.

Xuntian City is the most prosperous town near and far, and the Immortal Sect to which it belongs is naturally also very powerful.

Zhang Shiwen thought that the labor service this time was the same as before and that he would be able to return in about a month. Since he had always heard about the soft red and fragrant soil in Xuntian, he took his wife with him to broaden his horizons.

As a result, month after month passed, Zhang Shiwen and others were forced to stay in Xuntian as hard labor, whipped and insulted all day long, and worked day and night to catch up.

Everyone was unable to resist and could only grit their teeth and hold on.

It was not until recently that the palace was finally completed.

But at this time, Zhang Shiwen's wife was more than seven months pregnant.

He begged the monks of Xuntian to let Wu Niang stay in the city to give birth, but he was severely dismissed by the monks.

He still clearly remembers the other party's indifferent appearance.

Zhang Shiwen had no choice but to leave the town and return to Yuyuan with his brother.

Pregnant women should not be bumpy, not to mention that Wu Niang has suffered a lot in the past few years with him. She is as skinny as a stick, but her belly is surprisingly big. The three of them walked and stopped all the way, and it took more than half a month to get here. But.

Wu Niang is no longer able to survive.

Zhang Shiwen was about to give up, thinking that he would die with his wife in the worst case. Just as the thought of committing suicide flashed across his mind, a glow suddenly appeared in the night sky, lighting up almost half of the sky. The magnificent and gorgeous picture made him feel uneasy again.

With the realistic fantasy and Zheng Kang's insistence on coming over to give it a try, what happened today happened.

As Zhang Shiwen spoke, there was a bitterness in his mouth, but behind the bitterness was a feeling of immense joy.

He bowed to Zhuchen again and said sincerely: "Thank you, Immortal Lord, for saving me!"

Zhuchen listened quietly to what he said, and looked at the reputation rising bit by bit on the panel, and deeply felt his gratitude.

She said embarrassedly: "It's just a little effort. Even if you don't ask me for help today, I will still save her, and it will probably be the same for someone else. You don't need to thank me again and again."

Zhang Shiwen gritted his teeth and said excitedly: "A different Immortal Lord! You are completely different from them!"

When he was driven out of Xuntian City, Zhang Shiwen thought that even the dogs in Xuntian City lived with more dignity than them.

Really, people are like grass and grass, and their lives are like ants.

He had never felt so miserable.

But when he met Zhuchen, he realized that there was another kind of person in the world. Although such people were rare, they could truly be called immortals and gentlemen - high-minded and indifferent to fame and fortune.

She is so gentle, so kind, and so beautiful.

After these life and death changes, the monks who he feared and respected before are now just a group of powerful villains with ugly faces in his heart.

How can those people compare with the Immortal Lord in front of them?

"Um……"

The five flavors were mixed. Zhuchen could not help but sigh. He pondered twice and did not refute him.

In this world where the weak eat the strong, survival is naturally very cruel. She is lucky and has the blessing of her master, and everyone is willing to give her a good look. Feng Buye has always protected her shortcomings, so for so many years, she has suffered the greatest grievance in her master's sect.

, it’s just a few words of mild ridicule.

How could she dare to say she understood the lives of Zhang Shiwen and others?

Because of this, she couldn't bear to see these people living in such dire straits.

Zhuchen was distracted for a while, and the group of people had already reached the front of the wooden house.

She looked at the raft in front of her and suddenly remembered this troublesome matter, and couldn't help but raise her hand to wipe her face.

Zhang Shiwen and Zheng Kang stood in front of the wooden house and looked at it for a long time, with a little hesitation in their eyes.

They have been craftsmen for many years, and this is the only skill they can bring to the table. But based on their years of experience, they really can't figure out what this is.

Zhang Shiwen glanced at Zhuchen's expression and saw the worry on her face. He wanted to repay her by sharing her worries. He stepped forward and asked with a little caution, "Dare you ask Xianjun, is this a... circle?"

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To be continued...