Hey! Host! I asked you to have a child, not to have a strategy.

"That's right! Just be content, old man!"

"Here, give him another ten cents."

The sound of copper coins falling to the ground.

"...Everyone, fellow immortals, I have a bedridden wife and a grandson who is crying for food at home..."

"Don't push your luck, old man!"

Accompanied by the crowd's exclamations, an old man with gray hair and a hunched body was pushed and thrown out of the crowd.

Zhu Baishao narrowed his eyes and his figure instantly disappeared from where he was.

"Fairy sister!" Zhao Qing, who was eating, was shocked.

The other street corner.

The old man fell to the ground. His bones were brittle and he didn't have the strength to get up for a while. The monks and mortals who were watching him either watched coldly or whispered and pointed at him.

You know, the group of people just mentioned the "Po Xue Xian Zong", which is a well-known large sect in the world of immortal cultivation. With the Ascension Conference approaching, no one wants to mess with the relatives of a large sect.

Tears flowed from the old man's cloudy eyes, and he said sadly: "Please be kind, immortals..."

"Alas, I just can't bear to see this scene..."

The young man, playing with an ancient black ring in his hand, walked to the side of the old man and stopped not far from the old man's cheek. He took out another ingot of silver from his waist and let go, wanting the silver to fall on the old man's face.

Just as the young man's smile spread, with the silver still in the air, a ray of white light suddenly appeared, fixing the silver in mid-air, and then suddenly reflected back and hit the young man in the face.

The young man cried out "Ah" and instantly became furious, "Who?!"

He covered his face and looked around, and the crowd of onlookers all took a step back.

"I am Zhu Baishao from the Poxue Sect."

A clear and cold female voice was heard, and then the Snow-Breaking Sword arrived. The extremely cold sword body cut through the air, bringing with it a misty white fog.

Then, a woman with white skirt, black hair, jade-like face, and fair skin emerged from the mist. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was like a red plum blossom blooming on a snow-capped mountain, adding a touch of bright color to the boundless white.

Faced with the surprised or stunned gazes of the crowd, Zhu Baishao walked to the old man's side, squatted down, and wanted to help him stand up.

"Old man."

A dark light flashed in the old man's turbid eyes. He groaned in pain while observing Zhu Baishao inconspicuously.

At the same time, Zhu Baishao was also observing him.

She had a lot of complaints in her heart.

There are two sons of destiny in this dimension. One is said to be a young boy, but is actually just a child, and the other... must be over sixty years old, right?

In the original story, the Demon Lord Yin Wu Yue, who was barely sealed by all the elders, looked like this? ?

"...You, you are from the Poxue Xian Sect...?"

The arrogant young man struggled to pull his eyes away from Zhu Baishao and asked in a trembling voice.

Zhu Baishao said calmly, "If the Poxue Immortal Sect you are talking about is the Poxue Sect, then I am it."

She discovered that the old man's leg bones were deformed. When she held the old man's injured knee, spiritual power surged through her fingertips, sealing his meridians and nerves and straightening his bones.

Then Zhu Baishao left a trace of spiritual power to wander around his wound, helping him relieve the pain.

The young man wanted to step forward and continue questioning, but was forced back by the Snow-Breaking Sword that was suddenly pointed at his forehead.

"Are you also from the Poxue Sect? From the inner sect or the outer sect, or from which of the nine peaks?"

The young man was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

Zhu Baishao nodded in understanding, "Neither, so you are bullying the market in the name of the Poxue Sect?"

When Zhao Qing, Zhao Lei and the other two arrived, they heard these words and stared at the young man with unfriendly eyes.

Zhu Baishao extended spiritual power from her fingertips and rolled the black ring in the young man's hand over to him. "Meeting me today is destiny. This thing is destined for me. I want to buy it. If the old man is willing to sell it, you can ask for any conditions."

Just ask for any conditions?

The onlookers were in an uproar.

The old man stood up tremblingly and said, "This ring was left by our ancestors. It's not very beautiful. It's made of neither gold, silver nor iron. I don't know how much it is worth..."

Zhu Baishao smiled slightly, "I heard from you before that you have a bedridden spouse at home. I know some medical skills and can treat her."

"This this……"

The old man's appearance was very attractive.

So Zhao Lei and his companions stayed behind to deal with the group of young men who were defrauding people in the name of the Poxue Sect, while Zhu Baishao took the old man and flew back to his residence.

It was noon at this time, and wisps of smoke were rising from every household along the ridges of the fields. Only the old man's home was quiet and deserted.

When Zhu Baishao saw the haggard old woman lying on the bed, she treated her illness. After using her spiritual power to comb through her body, she also left some spiritual medicine.

This spiritual power, like the one injected into the old man's body before, can ensure their long lifespan.

The old woman was stunned by Zhu Baishao's appearance and temperament, as well as his action of taking something out of the Qiankun bag just now. She hugged her little grandson beside her and dared not speak.

Zhu Baishao glanced at the little boy, then at the old man standing next to him, and found that there was indeed a vague red arrow on his head. However, she resisted the urge to ask the system why Yin Wu Yue still needed her to complete the task when he already had children.

She sent out another stream of spiritual energy, which cleansed the child's body and left a blessing.

Zhu Baishao smiled at the two old people, as bright as the moon, untainted by dust.

She said, "We have come to this point, and I don't have much money. If I give you something too precious, it would be a sin to possess a treasure, and it would be a disaster... I will give you the money to cure your illness and ward off disasters, and add the two hundred dollars I have on me, and it will be used to buy the ring."

"The consequences of karma and blessings will be determined tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, her figure turned into a thin white mist and disappeared from the house.

The old woman opened her mouth and murmured: "This is the immortal..."

The old man remained silent for a long time until the old woman looked at him. Then he spoke. His voice was no longer old and hoarse as before, but very young, with exuberant vitality and aggressiveness.

"Interesting."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, and then a look of understanding and sorrow flashed across her eyes. "Master, are you leaving too?"

The old man glanced at her indifferently. Although he looked the same as before, he gave people a completely different feeling.

"I borrowed his body for two years, and extended his life by twenty years. The karma has been repaid, and we are even now."

"My husband is not dead?" The old woman opened her eyes wide, almost in disbelief.

When their son and daughter-in-law died, the couple went to collect the bodies and found that the cause of death was strange. They wanted to go to the City Lord's Mansion to seek justice, but were beaten out. She has been paralyzed since then, and the old man miraculously recovered after being in a coma for two days.

After the first two days of strange behavior, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

But the old woman knew that the person who woke up was no longer her husband.

Now that she knew her husband was not dead, she was extremely surprised.