Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Ji Zhaixing is so willful, I want to recall.Immediately afterwards he was kicked out.

But Tianjiao always has privileges.

The doctor said tremblingly: "It's just about taking the golden elixir's powerful essence and blood. This junior is not good at cultivation, so please ask this junior to invite Master Uncle."

"it is good."

The doctor went into the cubicle to invite his elder, and the respectful question came through a thin layer of silk.I could hear his respectful attitude and sincere words.

When Ji Zhaixing heard the person inside, he responded vaguely.Then there was the sound of cloud boots falling to the ground, and the indifferent look on the man's face when he lifted the curtain.

The people who came were acquaintances.

Ji Zhuixing raised his eyes and said calmly, "Friend Daoist Rong."

It turned out to be Rong Zhou.

In this lower realm of comprehension, the most famous medical practitioners were all born in the Rong family.It is not surprising that Rong Zhou, as the eldest son of the Rong family, appears here.

Ji Zhaixing thought of the rumors that the doctor Rong's peaches and plums are all over the world, but it is true.

Rong Zhou was still dressed in a plain white robe, with a short knife on his waist.Different from the gentle and tender smile when they first met, Rong Zhou pursed his lips slightly at this time, with an extremely stern look on his face.

Most of the doctors will treat the wounded and save people, they will be completely different from the usual ones.

Rong Zhou's eyes were a little dark, he quickly glanced at the wounded in front of him, frowned slightly, and asked as if in disbelief: "You want to treat him with blood essence?"

At this time, Ji Zhuixing had even lifted his sleeves.He raised his head slightly: "Trouble."

"..."

Rong Zhou pursed his lips slightly, and removed the knife from his waist.

Ten fingers connected to the heart, the essence and blood of the heart can be forced out from the fingertips.

As the eldest son of the Rong family, Rong Zhou's cultivation is not bad, it's just that when he stabbed Ji Jiexing's fingertips with a knife to get blood essence.I still couldn't help my wrist trembling slightly, and the sharp edge didn't even see blood after a few strokes.

Such a miss made even Rong Zhou doubt whether he deliberately took revenge.

Successive mistakes made him seem a little anxious, and his warm breath almost fell on Ji Zhuixing's fingertips. After several unsuccessful attempts, Rong Zhou raised his eyes to look at Ji Zhaoxing, his face blushing sickly.

The black-haired sword repairer lowered his eyebrows and looked as usual.

Rong Zhou said: "You cut your hand, I'll take the blood."

Ji Zhaixing didn't mean to blame him, he followed the good advice: "Okay."

He took the special knife and quickly made a cut on his fingertip.Rong Zhou pressed against Ji Zhuixing's icy fingertips, and just now silently recited the formula.

A little blood condensed from the fingertips was extremely rich in color and full of true energy and aura.

After forcing out a drop, Rong Zhou let the blood essence roll down into the jade bottle, and took it for Qi Baishan.

Qi Baishan was still sleeping peacefully, without any heaving in his chest.It's just that after being fed the blood essence, a tinge of blush appeared on his pale face, and his lips also turned into a bright red and soft color.

Rong Zhou covered his eyes and said coldly, "Qi Daoyou should wake up soon."

Ji Zhaixing paused for a while: "Han Lin tests the sword..."

At this time, it was Nabu Mengzong's medical practitioner who said: "With the talent of Qi Daoyou, it is natural to be in the top ten. The sect has arranged for Qi Daoyou's competition on the last day."

This is compensation and regression.

Ji Zhaixing's expression was indifferent: "Thank you."

Compared with last time, Rong Zhou's temper was obviously much bigger.Seeing that Ji Zhuixing seemed to be on guard day and night, he found an excuse to drive him back to rest.

"The medical repair garden does not keep anyone at night." Rong Zhou said indifferently, completely ignoring the bewildering eyes of the medical repair beside him.

To a certain extent, Ji Zhaixing doesn't like to exercise his privileges, and is very cooperative with doctors.

When he went back, a monk of Bu Mengzong was guarding the gate of the courtyard.

"By the order of the ancestor, I come to give this to Zhenjun Ji." The disciple wearing the jade crown leaned over slightly, with a cautious tone, and handed over a jade token in awe, "Zhenjun Ji can use the token to move freely in the sect. .”

Ji Zhaixing asked: "Time limit?"

The monk respectfully replied: "No."

This is Bu Mengzong's coercion and sincerity towards Ji Zaixing.Only the elder Ke Qing who belongs to Bu Meng has such treatment.

It is unique to give such a great authority to the elders of another sect.

Ji Zhaoxing thought for a while, but accepted it.His brows and eyes drooped slightly, appearing more calm and quiet.

"Thank you."

With this thing, Ji Jiexing can travel freely in the sect, and can come and take care of Qi Baifan at any time.

·

Qi Baishan was still lying on the couch, his figure had lost a lot.Many Yushuizong disciples came to visit him, their eyes full of worry.

It's just that they quickly became firm again under the silent comfort of senior brother Ji.

Ji Zhaixing's icy fingertips landed on Qi Baifan's forehead, warming his body temperature like a young man, showing a little vitality.

The black-haired Jianxiu had a calm face, but his eyelashes were drooping, and there was a shadow under his eyes, making him look downcast for no reason.Almost everyone who saw it couldn't help feeling sorry for him slightly, and wanted to make him happier.

Even if the sword cultivator in front of him is brave and fearless, at this moment, he seems weak and alone.

Tomorrow is the last day of Han Lin's sword trial.

Ji Jiexing got up and asked Rong Zhou: "If you want him to wake up before tomorrow..." Ji Jiexing tactfully changed another question and answer, "How much blood essence can Junior Brother Qi bear in his dantian now?"

Rong Zhou's eyes dodged slightly, he didn't really want to answer this question.

But under the insistence of Ji Zhaixing, he still said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Nine drops of blood essence."

A drop of essence and blood is already quite debilitating, but Ji Zhaoxing took it for six full days.Even the face showed a weak and sick look, not at all like a powerful golden core, but like a delicate child who has been carefully raised.

Now take more at once—

Ji Zhaixing's knife landed on his wrist, forcing out that bit of rich essence and blood.

On the skin as delicate as snow, there is another bright red color.

This kind of special knife is harmful to monks, and the wound cannot be healed in a short time.Rong Zhou looked at the several wounds on Ji Zhaixing's fingertips and the scarlet blood line on his wrist, but it was difficult to maintain an indifferent expression.

Ji Zhaixing's face seemed to be pale, he narrowed his eyes slightly, the emotions in his eyes were covered, no one could notice his lack of focus just now.

In Rong Zhou's eyes, the appearance of Ji Zhaixing is completely different from the image he recognized in the sunset and snow.

He was pale and weak, like a sick soul, and anyone could bully him.

But also restrained and decisive, with a dimpled face... It was shockingly beautiful.

Rong Zhou's Adam's apple twitched slightly: "Come here, I'll give you medicine."

This was the first time Rong Zhou wanted to heal his wounds.

Although Ji Zhuixing was cruel, he did not try to be brave.He stabilized his pace, found a place to sit beside Rong Zhou, and when he was about to raise his hands, he found that Rong Zhou had already brushed up his clothes, half-knelt in front of him, and held down his hands with both hands skillfully. left hand.

The cold and soft aura was pushed into Ji Jiexing's wound, and the blood stopped, but the signs of healing were not obvious.Rong Zhou's lips tightened slightly, and he went to take some ointment to apply on Ji Zhaixing, and then bandaged it up.

As usual, he started chasing people away.

But before Ji Jiexing left, he handed him another thin prescription, which contained some pills and some spiritual herbs for nourishing Qi and Yunling.

Ji Zhaixing scanned it once, put it away, and asked: "When Junior Brother Qi wakes up, can these medicines be used?"

Rong Zhou's movements paused slightly, and he gritted his teeth.

"That's for you."

·

Qi Baishan woke up just in time.

The day before the final of the sword test in Hanlin, he finally opened his eyes, and what he saw was the side cheek of his senior brother Ji, thick and beautiful, with black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

Ji Zhaixing was also the first time he noticed Qi Baifan's waking up.

He looked as usual, as if Qi Baishan had just woken up from sleep, he smiled at Qi Baishan, and asked the doctor waiting beside him to invite Rong Zhou to come over.

The touch of the magic weapon piercing into his dantian that day was still very vivid, and the pain was unforgettable.So much so that when Qi Baifan saw Ji Zhaixing for a while, he didn't realize whether he was dead or alive.

After being stunned for a while, he pitifully betrayed Ji Zaixing.

When Rong Zhou came, he saw Qi Baishan circling around Ji Zhaixing like a clingy dog, his eyes were slightly cold.

He walked up to the two of them.

Qi Baishan lay unconscious for so long, but his body was only a little weak. He originally thought that even if he walked back from the gate of hell, his cultivation would definitely be unstable, but he didn't expect that his dantian was full of real energy, and he was even faintly about to become mature. A thick abutment is a precursor to advancement.

In addition, he heard senior brother Ji calmly tell him about the fate of Ping Ju Shao, and he didn't feel the last burden in his heart. He deliberately joked: "He must have regretted his death. I didn't kill me in this way, but my cultivation base is not bad. It's a little more stable."

His inconspicuous tone seemed to have aroused the last bit of Rong Zhou's anger.Rong Zhou glanced at him lazily and said, "Naturally, your cultivation level will not drop. If you can't build a foundation after devouring the essence and blood of a Golden Core cultivator, then you really don't know what kind of waste it is."

Ji Zhaixing had been listening to his younger brother with a smile all the time, but when he heard Rong Zhou's sharp words, he was slightly startled and looked sideways at him.

In fact, there was no emotion in Ji Zhaixing's glance, but it was strange why Rong Zhou suddenly brought up this matter.But Rong Zhou seemed to be stimulated, blood rushed up all over his body, and continued: "You think your injury is not serious this time? Why don't you see how much heart and blood your senior brother used to save you, and how much cultivation he lost. Look at the wound on his hand."

Before Ji Zaixing could react, Qi Baifan had recovered from his daze, and grabbed Ji Zaixing's hand.

The white and slender hand that was originally used to hold the sword was wrapped with layers of fine bandages.Qi Bai didn't dare to open the fan, his hands trembled slightly, and the imagined injury became more terrifying, as if he saw those mottled and chaotic bloodstains with his own eyes, his voice was a little hoarse for a while.

"Brother..."

He hadn't cried aloud when he was alive and dying, but now his eyes were red, and he was sobbing, and tremblingly pressed his face against Ji Jiexing's hand.

"Yes, sorry."

For a while, Ji Zhaoxing didn't understand why Qi Baishan was so sad.

He is actually a very difficult person to empathize with.

Ji Zhaixing was silent for a while, and said calmly: "That day when I woke up from a serious injury, the one who was taking care of me was my junior brother. Now I also take care of my junior brother, why not."

Qi Baifan was almost speechless.

He found that when Pingju Shao wanted to take him to death, he didn't have such resentment, but now he wished to pull the culprit out and cut him to pieces.

He also resented his own weakness.

"It's all my fault." The young man's eyes seemed to be on fire, and they were as empty as a black abyss. "From now on, I will never be so careless and soft-hearted."

And I will never let my senior brother suffer any more damage.