The story of the reborn pharmacist

Lizheng's house is close to the easternmost part of Shuhe Village, and it takes a while to walk down from Hulu Mountain.

It was probably because it was approaching the slack season, and the number of villagers who had nothing to do during the day gradually increased. As soon as Wei Ziqin walked not far from Lizheng's house, he was stopped by the lively crowd of villagers.

"Hey, so that's an immortal, his appearance and clothes are really different from ours."

"No, I don't know what this person is here for. Could it be that some treasure came out of our village? Isn't it often written like this in the scriptures? For example, a secret realm suddenly appeared in a certain mountain, and there were It is a priceless treasure, and only those who are destined can enter it."

"Don't," a villager next to them hurriedly interrupted the two, "if something really happens around here, will our village still have a way out?"

"Look at what you said," the interrupted villager gave him a dissatisfied look, "Why is there no way out? Those immortals were not mortals before they became immortals, so how can they be so unreasonable."

Wei Ziqin didn't know whether the ordinary monk was reasonable or not, he only knew that he had recognized who the "immortal" who was surrounded by the villagers was.

Yan Lin, a disciple of Xuanguang Sect's Danding Pavilion, a junior with whom he didn't have much contact in the previous life.

But if I remember correctly, shouldn't he be traveling outside the territory at this point in time, why did he suddenly come here.

"Are you that Wei Ziqin who was accepted by the suzerain before?"

Just when Wei Ziqin was full of doubts, Yan Lin in the crowd obviously recognized his figure, stood up and spoke, raised his chin, his face was full of the unique arrogance of sect disciples.

"Although I don't know why you didn't return to the sect, but stayed here instead, you should know the rules of Xuanguangzong. As long as the difference in cultivation base does not exceed a big level, you can raise or lower the fighting method." Requirements, unless it is a special case, any disciple cannot refuse the competition request more than three times a year."

Wei Ziqin nodded. In order to encourage disciples to practice more diligently, Xuanguangzong indeed has such rules. Basically, as long as it does not hurt other people's lives, no matter whether they are in the sect or not, they are free to challenge other disciples to a martial arts competition. requirements.

"Song Wenmin told you I'm here?" Wei Ziqin didn't agree or disagree, but asked a completely irrelevant question.

Wei Ziqin hadn't seen Song Wenmin since the last time he gave the jade pendant, but Wei Ziqin knew about this friend in the past, and he was able to persist until now to reveal the news about himself in Shuhe Village. It is already very difficult.

Wei Ziqin didn't care much about fighting skills, but he was still living in a mortal village after all. If monks came to him every now and then to compete with him, it would be a bit troublesome.

"It's fine if I agree to fight with you," Wei Ziqin continued without waiting for the other party's answer, "but if you lose in the end, you need to make an oath to promise that there will be no one else but you." Xuanguangzong disciples came to disturb my life and the lives of other villagers here."

Yan Lin was stunned, and wanted to make some jokes. The news about Wei Ziqin had already spread throughout the sect. If it wasn't for the rule that people below Jindan are not allowed to go down the mountain, I don't know how many people came here. He alone How can people stop it.

"No," Yan Lin shook his head, "I can't do what you said, I can only promise to help you stop the sect disciples who are not as good as mine from coming to disturb you, I can't stop others."

Yan Lin is a monk in the mid-stage of Golden Core. According to the rules that the monks below the Golden Core are not allowed to go down the mountain, and the difference in the cultivation level of the monks in the martial arts competition must not exceed a large realm. The person in front of him should be able to stop many sect disciples who will be found later. .

Wei Ziqin thought about it for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, as you said...where do you want to compete, here, or another place."

Seeing that the other party agreed, Yan Lin finally showed a gleam of joy: "Just here, I think the open space outside is good, you can set up formations around it, and it won't affect the surrounding fields."

Just waiting for the two people here to discuss the results, the villagers who watched over there finally understood what they said before. After a short silence, they all exploded together. .

"Fighting skills, isn't that what I think it means?"

"Yeah, it should be, God, that's fighting skills, will it kill people?"

"Is it really possible?" A villager who was closer to Wei Ziqin hurriedly tried to hold him back, "What's the matter with this fairy, you are an ordinary person, how can you beat him? Listen to what uncle said. Go to the government in the city, don't let him bully you here."

"Don't worry, since I have promised him, there is naturally a way to defeat him."

Wei Ziqin comforted the worried villagers, then turned around and pulled Bai Heng to a relatively safe place aside.

"You just stand here later, remember not to go to the front, or you will be easily injured... Well, if you accidentally get injured, you will have to drink that very bitter soup."

Bai Heng, who was coaxed like a child, was speechless for a while, and it took a lot of effort to keep the expression on his face unchanged, and nodded obediently.

"Good boy," Wei Ziqin smiled at him with satisfaction, and handed an oval black round stone from his pocket to his hand, "Hold this later, remember not to lose it."

Array stone?

Bai Heng froze for a moment, glanced at the magic formation stone engraved with the defensive formation in his hand, and after Wei Ziqin turned around, he put the round stone into his clothes pocket in a good mood.

The open space in front of Lizheng's house was actually a grain drying field in the past, which had been abandoned for many years, and now it happens to be there.

When Wei Ziqin walked over, Yan Lin got a little impatient and sacrificed the two flying swords without saying anything.

Because it itself has two spiritual roots of gold and water, the flying sword that Yan Lin sacrificed at this moment also has one gold and one water.

Gold and water were born together, and the two flying swords were one in front and one in the back, with astonishing momentum, they flew to Wei Ziqin in a blink of an eye.

"Hey!" The surrounding villagers couldn't help screaming, and then they saw the two flying swords that were about to strike Wei Ziqin, and suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Yan Lin's expression froze, he didn't understand why this situation happened suddenly, so he could only mobilize the true energy in his body, desperately pushing the two flying swords forward.However, until his face turned red, nothing happened.

Impossible, a thin layer of sweat oozes from Yan Lin's head in an instant, what is going on.

"Do you have any other magical artifacts?" Just when Yan Lin was in doubt, Wei Ziqin who was opposite suddenly asked.

In the previous life, Wei Ziqin and Yan Lin didn't know each other very well. At most, they only knew that the other party had two spiritual roots of gold and water, and that they had two low-grade magic weapon flying swords of the mysterious rank.

"...If not, then it's easy to handle."

"What..." Yan Lin opened his eyes suddenly, and saw countless thin lines suddenly appearing around the originally empty surroundings, covering the sky and covering the ground, as if a spider web had already been woven long ago, just waiting for some unlucky and life-or-death... The prey fell into it by itself.

"Don't waste your energy, this is a formless grass, colorless and invisible, it can absorb the true energy of monks, and monks who are not Nascent Soul and above cannot break through."

Looking at Yan Lin who was tied up in place and unable to move, Wei Ziqin explained to him with rare kindness: "It is very easy to use, and there is almost no requirement for the land where it is planted. It can grow as long as it is irrigated with spiritual spring water. The only problem is that the growth period is relatively small. Long, it must be planted more than a month in advance before it can be used... Oh, by the way, I just planted this phaseless grass last month, and now I just use it for you to try."

To be more precise, Wei Ziqin actually planted this kind of spiritual grass in the entire Shuhe Village. After all, he has experienced so many things. If he didn't know how to take precautions, he would be really stupid.

"Woooo." Yan Lin regretted it, and suddenly remembered that before he came here, Senior Brother Song had clearly reminded himself that this apprentice newly recruited by the suzerain was a bit weird, and he could hardly tell the depth. If there is nothing wrong, don't provoke him easily .

But it's too late to say anything now. Yan Lin, who couldn't speak or move, was firmly tied in place by Wuxiangcao. He could only watch helplessly as Wei Ziqin walked up to him and took away a piece of broken sword hanging from his flying sword. Jade.

According to Xuanguangzong's rules, any disciple who proposes a fighting method but fails in the end must hand over a piece of jade named Suihuayu to the other party as the price for failing in the competition. It can only be obtained after the mission, a piece of Broken Flower Jade is almost equivalent to Yanlin's Zongmen mission for several months.

But it's a pity that Wei Ziqin has not entered Xuanguang Sect yet, and this kind of broken flower jade, which can only be exchanged for magic tools and exercises in the sect, is of no use at least in a short period of time.

You can't use the left and right now, Wei Ziqin thought about it for a moment, and simply gave the broken flower jade he just got to the young man beside him.

"This is called Broken Flower Jade, and it is usually used to exchange things in the sect. Even if you don't exchange things, carrying it around on weekdays can also have the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind. It is just right for you to carry now."

Bai Heng on the opposite side tilted his head, with a look of complete incomprehension.

Wei Ziqin shook his head with a smile, and walked over to help him put the broken flower jade into his pocket.

When Wei Ziqin couldn't see it, Bai Heng bent his mouth, carefully put away the broken flower jade, and put it together with the formation stone just now.

At night, outside Shuhe Village.

Wei Rongsheng had just returned from working in the city, and he was carrying a flagon in his hand.

Because of the ridicule and exclusion of the villagers these days, Wei Rongsheng has become more and more reluctant to return home.But where can he go if he doesn't go home, he can't afford to live in a hotel, and the shop where he works doesn't provide food and lodging at all.

Ah!Wei Rongsheng poured the drink down his throat. If it wasn't for his good cousin and their family, how could he be in a situation where he can't go home now.

"do you want……"

Just when Wei Rongsheng was feeling sorry for himself, a strange voice suddenly came from his ear.The voice was long and distant, erratic, obviously very close, but it seemed to come from a very far away place.

"Who!" Wei Rongsheng shuddered, his feet trembled, and he almost fell to the ground.

It's so late, it's still in the woods outside the village, it can't be a lonely ghost from somewhere.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this possibility was possible. Wei Rongsheng didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, threw the flagon in his hand and ran desperately towards Shuhe Village.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands stretched out from behind, and gently put them on his shoulders: "Come here, don't be afraid, I can give you everything you want..."