"Old man, where are you from?" An'er asked.

The old man squinted his eyes, held his hands with a soda, and replied, "The native of Deming County!"

"So too, I'm really destined to be with the old man." An'er was naturally happy when she met her fellow villagers.

The old man sighed and said, "Deming County is no longer as good as before."

It turned out that Deming County was invaded by the Southern Yi people four years ago. Wei Hou rebelled. Emperor Dai sent King Siling to suppress him. Unexpectedly, he was attacked by King Jian on the way and his entire army was wiped out. Some of Deming County are now occupied by the Southern Yi people. In order to obtain this world, how long will it take to be in chaos and when will the world be truly stable? An'er thought in her heart, but she was used to not thinking about things that she couldn't understand, so she talked to the old man about something else.

It took more than a month to reach Dongye. If you take the land route, it will be enough for twenty days. When the money is delivered, it will be by land route. The content of the letter "Damage Yaozi" should not be very important, otherwise it would be delivered to An'er.

I got ashore at a small ferry and walked for three hours but still didn't see anyone. According to the situation along the way, this place is also a place of right and wrong.

That afternoon, the sky was covered by dark clouds. An'er originally planned to arrive in a small village in the evening, but who knew that it was going to rain heavily now. In this deserted and crowded place, fortunately there was a dilapidated house, so An'er also went in to hide from the rain.

An'er then set off a fire, picked up a ragged bowl to boil water, and just like this dry food, it was a meal.

After eating, she fell asleep next to Zhuzi. An'er had already started to let herself live such a sleeping life.

When she woke up, she saw an injured old man leaning against another pillar. When An'er saw him closing his eyes, she thought that this person should not have died yet. So she walked over gently and was about to explore the breath, but he suddenly opened his eyes, scared An'er to take a step back.

"Old man, are you okay? I see you are seriously injured." An'er said.

The old man nodded, expressing his agreement with An'er's words.

An'er said, "I know some medical skills, why don't I help you?"

The old man unexpectedly agreed. Although he looked kind and kind, the sword beside him was still stained with blood. An'er thought that he would not let someone touch him easily, let alone a girl who was ignorant of him.

Since this is the case, An'er took his pulse for him. It doesn't matter. An'er knew that he had no chance to survive, but he still had to try it, so he took out a few pills he had developed. Although he was not as powerful as his master, the medical books he had read in recent years were not in vain. Although he could not save his life, it was always beneficial, and at least it could help him reduce his pain a little.

An'er also told the old man truthfully that the old man also took her pills.

Suddenly, the two of them rushed in with swords. An'er knew that even if the old man had good martial arts skills, he was just at the end of his strength. The two men slashed at the old man without saying a word. Of course, An'er would not stand by and watch. In addition, the sword skills of the past few years were not in vain, and now she was looking for someone to practice her skills.

"Borrow a sword!" An'er picked up the old man's sword and fought with the two people. The two of them had great skills, and An'er couldn't stand it, so she didn't plan to fight them openly. She shot a silver needle. Her shooting skills were caused by famous masters. In the blink of an eye, one of them fell down. Another An'er quickly cut him and couldn't get up lying on the ground. An'er didn't plan to kill him, and she would have a life.

But the old man was different. When An'er returned the sword to him, he inserted the sword into the man without hesitation.

"Little girl, you can't keep a living, otherwise you will be in danger." The old man said seriously.

Danger? An'er also knew it, but she was still ruthless. It seemed that she wanted to protect herself, and sometimes, killing was necessary.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Spiritual Medicine!" This old man was also considered his own patient, so he should have to say the name of the master.

"On the Medicine Sect?" the old man said to himself.

He took out a silk book with some mountains, rivers and rivers on it, and asked, "Spiritual Medicine, how about I give you a secret?"

"Secret? Is it very important?" An Er saw his serious look, and it seemed that this secret was extraordinary.

"Yes, this is the secret of Guwu Kingdom."

"Where is the Guwu Kingdom?" I haven't heard of it.

"It's a very beautiful place. If you have the chance in the future, you will hand over this silk book to the socialist family."

"Is it a so-called hero who is the one who lives for the people?" An'er had heard the misfortune and said something about the so-called hero before.

The old man nodded.

"Okay, since I'm helping the club, I'll just agree."

"You go!"

"Let's go together!" An'er wanted to help him.

The old man smiled and said, "You are still from the Medicine Sect. You can't even see my life soon. You're going to lose face."

It’s not that An’er couldn’t see it, but she just didn’t want to keep him here. Since someone has already chased him here, it seems that the old man’s whereabouts have been exposed. An’er smiled at the old man’s words.

He asked the old man where to go to find the Shejia people, but the old man said he didn't know where the Shejia people were.

The rain outside had stopped. An'er waved goodbye to the old man. She had no ability to save him, so she could only help him hand over the silk book to the so-called "She" family. Although it was getting darker now, saving his life is important. If you stay there, what if those people come again, it would be better to leave first.

After An'er left for two hours, more than a dozen people came to the broken house. The old man was dead. They searched all over but couldn't find what they needed. Finally, they found three blood words - Lingyaozi, from the person who was killed by the old man.

A magic medicine?

Spiritual medicine!

The people from the Yaozi Sect have been out of the dispute for thirty years, and now they are coming out to join in the fun again.
Chapter completed!