As he thought about it, the memories that had been covered for a long time began to wake up, and the fragments of memory began to slowly piece together in Lianhua's mind. Patching together memories brought severe pain. Lianhua felt that his brain was about to explode. The cold instantly soaked his clothes and the coolness swept across his body. Lianhua's consciousness gradually became confused, and the darkness began to swallow the room, the wall of the living room, the crystal screen on the wall, the coffee table next to the wall, the Liao lying on the ground, the sand he sat on, and finally the darkness also swallowed him.

The lotus was sinking in the darkness. He didn't know what would happen next. He didn't like this feeling. He wanted to struggle. He wanted to get out of this environment. He controlled his hands to grab up with his faint consciousness, but all he caught was dark. He wanted to call, but the sound stuck in his throat and didn't come out. In this way, the consciousness completely disappeared, and the sinking of the lotus began to accelerate. As he sank, time began to retreat. When the pieces of memory were pieced together, a beautiful and comfortable village appeared at the end of the darkness. The lotus sank in without any obstacles.

...

Sigri Village is a small village hidden in the Sneg Mountains. Although the village is not rich, it has no worries about food and clothing. The villagers here are kind and simple, living a life of isolation from the world all year round and no disputes. In addition to sending people down the mountain every month to exchange for some daily necessities, they hardly contact outsiders. But there are always accidents. One day five years ago, the village chief’s daughter Ling'er entered the mountain to herbs and brought back an outsider when she came back in the evening, a seriously injured man. The man was seriously injured and was completely unconscious and was only hanged in one breath. Fortunately, the village chief was proficient in medical skills, so he barely helped the man save his life.

In the early morning, the warm spring sunshine just shone into this small wooden hut. On a wooden bed in the small hut, a man with bandages was lying flat there. The sun slowly crawled onto his face. He seemed to feel the light and slowly opened his eyes, "Where am I?" The man wanted to see the surrounding environment clearly, but when he was about to get up, a torn pain came from all over his body. The severe pain forced him to give up the idea of ​​getting up. Only then did he notice that he was tied with bandages all over his body. He could not get up and he could only lie down to observe the surrounding environment around the person. Fortunately, he had to turn his head in a small area and his neck was not seriously injured.

Just as the man was observing the environment, the wooden door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a young girl came in. She was wearing simple cloth trousers, her long hair was combed behind her head, tied into a ponytail, her face was a little baby fat, and her pretty facial features gave people a very close feeling. What impressed the man the most was the girl's eyes, which were a pair of clear eyes without any impurities. The man was deeply attracted by these eyes. The man looked at the girl, and the girl naturally looked at the man, and the eyes of the two collided in the air.

"Thank God, you finally woke up." The girl was the first to break the silence. Her voice was very lively and very nice.

"Yes," the man came back to his senses and asked anxiously, "Where is this? Why am I here? And..." Because he spoke too quickly and quickly, the wound was ripped and pain, and the man had to stop,

"Did the wound hurt?" The girl saw the man's painful expression and hurriedly walked to the bed and leaned over to check his injuries. "Fortunately, the wound has not cracked. If you have any questions, you can ask slowly, I will tell you." After saying that, she smiled sweetly at the man, which was a smile that could melt people's hearts.

"Huh~ Thank you," the man took a deep breath, eased the pain in his body, "No, I took the liberty just now, I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm calling me to Taoism." The man wanted to reach out, but his hand did not respond, but just shook slightly.

"My name is Cailing, Rainbow Color, Bell Bell, you can call me Ling'er, everyone calls me that." The girl smiled and reached out to hold it in the hand of practicing Taoism.

"Cai, Ling'er, girl, where is this?"

"I don't call it Miss Cailing'er, my name is Ling'er," Ling'er said with a pout. She was a little dissatisfied with the wrong name of Xiu Dao.

"Sorry, Miss Ling'er, where am I?" Xiu Dao was embarrassed to call Ling'er directly. This was a bit too close.

“This is the village of Shigrey.”

"Sigri Village?" Xiudao searched his memory. He didn't remember that he had been to this village. He then asked, "How did I get here?"

"Seven days ago, I went into the mountain to collect herbs. You appeared by the stream in the mountains. You were seriously injured at that time. I found someone to carry you back to the village."

Only then did the Taoist practice remember that a while ago, he found something in an ancient book of his family to prove it, so he went to Snege alone. However, the matter had not been confirmed, but he fell off the cliff. It seemed that the girl in front of him had saved him. Thinking of this Taoist practice, he quickly got up, and a torn pain came from his body. Finally, he could only lie down and say, "Thank you for your life-saving grace, I will repay you."

Ling'er waved her hand quickly, "I just brought you back, it was my father who saved you, not me."

"You can't say that. If Miss Ling'er hadn't seen me, I would have died by the stream. Of course, I would have repaid your father." Xiu Dao insisted.

"But to be honest, I almost couldn't save you when I brought you back. My father said, "Fortunately you are a warrior and have the protection of Dou Qi." Thinking of the situation at that time, Ling'er was still a little scared. When she said this, she suddenly blinked her beautiful eyes and asked curiously, "By the way, what is a warrior and Dou Qi? I asked my father that he was unwilling to say, can you tell me?"

"Of course, but I have to wait for my health to recover."

"Then we agreed, you must tell me then." Ling'er smiled and stretched out her little finger and gently hooked it on the little finger of practicing Taoism.

At that moment, I felt like my whole body was hit by thunder magic, and it was so numb and comfortable.

"No?" Ling'er asked hurriedly when she saw that Xiu Dao did not respond.

"No, I agree, I agree." Xiu Dao then came to his senses and quickly promised.

"Yeah, hehe~" Ling'er smiled happily.

"You just said 7 days ago? I was in a coma for 7 days?" The monk then appeared.

"Not counting today, you have been in a coma for 7 days and 7 nights."

"But it's great to be able to survive!" Xiu Dao sighed as he looked at the sunlight outside the window.

Ling'er was originally here to see the man's situation. Now that he is awake, there is nothing to do. Her mission has been completed. She has other things to be busy with. "You can stay here first, rest well, don't move around. If the wound is torn, it will be bad."

"Yeah, thank you," Xiu Dao expressed his gratitude again.

After the matter was explained, Ling'er walked out of the wooden hut and closed the wooden door casually.

The recovery of the Taoist practice was amazing. After lying on the bed for 2 days, he could walk down the ground. During this period, in addition to Ling'er, Ling'er's father, the village chief of Xigri Village, came to see him. The Taoist practiced also expressed his gratitude, but the village chief seemed not to welcome him very much. He just waved his hand and checked the recovery of the Taoist practice, and left without saying a word. He was very cold.

He was reluctant to stay in bed when he could walk down the ground and practice Taoism. After all, he had been lying down for so many days. He walked out of the cabin and walked around the village. The villagers all knew that Ling'er had picked up an injured man and came back. His eyes were full of strangeness and a little curiosity, but he was very kind to him.

The small village is not big, and not long after, the surrounding environment has been understood by the Taoist practice.

After another 3 days, the injury of practicing Taoism healed. After he recovered, he did not rush to leave the village, but instead lived in the village. After 7 days, he and Ling'er were almost inseparable from these days. Whatever Ling'er went to do, what he practiced Taoism was, and he often helped Ling'er.

That evening, Ling'er and Xiudao were walking home together. She asked him, "Why do you always follow me?"

He replied with confidence, "There is no way. I am not familiar with the place here, so I am familiar with you, and I can only follow you."

She smiled in the setting sun, and he followed.
Chapter completed!