The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

Splendid Hutong, Zhang's house.

Zhang Chongyang looked at the woman on the bed who he took a big risk to save tonight, she was beautiful, she was beautiful, her figure was good, and her cultivation was also high, but other than that, she didn't seem to have any advantages......

Well, that's not the point, the point is that Zhang Chongyang thought about it carefully and found that he met Xiao Sanniang in the hook bar tonight, which seemed to reveal a little coincidence.

But is it really just a coincidence?

Yes, he went to the hook bar tonight, it was indeed a temporary idea, but since the blood boiled and activated his ability, the arrival of this day can also be said to be traceable.

Of course, he didn't think that Xiao Sanniang had the ability to deduce the fate between heaven and earth.

Even in Zhang Chongyang's view, this is not anyone's calculation, just like the cause and effect that Buddhists say.

Before, the transaction between him and Xiao Sanniang planted the cause, and the end like this today is the fruit.

Zhang

Chongyang shook his head, shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, and complained: "Sometimes it's not good to think too much, it's easy to get into the tip of the horns."

When examining the wound, if you want to check the internal injuries, you will inevitably spy on some inner secrets, which is a big taboo, so Zhang Chongyang roughly feels that this girl will not die for a while, so he will not care about her internal injuries.

He focused on examining Xiao Sanniang's external injuries, although he said that examining the external injuries would touch some physical privacy, but he did not deliberately blaspheme, as the so-called children of the rivers and lakes are not informal, and everything is just to treat diseases and save people, it is not considered a taboo.

I really don't know if I don't check, I was shocked when I checked it, Xiao Sanniang's body, large and small, added up, there were as many as hundreds of wounds.

Most of them are new, and they are sword wounds, and some of the rest are old wounds...... No, it should be said that it is an old scar, and it looks like it is mostly the paw prints of demon beasts.

Before he was still in Cypress Hutong, he heard that this woman also had a nickname called Crazy Sanniang, and he didn't have too deep experience at that time, but after seeing her wound today, he had a new feeling about this nickname.

Most of the sword wounds are not deep, and they are no longer bleeding until now, there are seven wounds that hurt the bones, but the wound that really made Zhang Chongyang pinch a cold sweat for this woman is the sword mark on the neck, if it is one centimeter deeper, I am afraid that it will cut the carotid artery.

Such an injury, put on an ordinary person, bleeding and dying.

Zhang Chongyang casually threw the last piece of robe fabric attached to Xiao Sanniang's flesh and blood on the ground, and then took out a cleaning charm.

"Pardon~"

After using a cleaning charm for Xiao Sanniang, her originally fair skin was exposed in front of Zhang Chongyang at this moment, oh, no, the pants are still there.

Xiao Sanniang's figure is very good, concave and convex, exquisite, Xu is the reason for practicing knives all year round, so that she still has a vest line.

But it's a pity that such a perfect body is covered with messy wounds, and it looks like it's crawling with centipedes.

Zhang Chongyang's eyes did not have the slightest obscenity, but a little admiration.

Then, he took out a few hemostatic charms and hit Xiao Sanniang's wounds that were more serious and were still bleeding.

There is no heating or air conditioning in the room, and the temperature is a little higher than outside, and the bedding is not as warm as the robe.

The robe that Xiao Sanniang originally gave her was now a rag, which was thrown all over the ground by Zhang Chongyang, and it was impossible to pick it up and sew it up for her to wear, not to mention that after the robe was destroyed, the internal formation had already lost its effect.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Chongyang still took off his robe and covered Xiao Sanniang's body, and then covered her with a futon.

After doing all this, he pinched an artifact, cleaned the rags from the floor, blew out the candles, and exited the room.

What Zhang Chongyang didn't expect was that the white and chubby rabbit he raised also ran out with him.

"Did you wake you up?" Zhang Chongyang squatted down and gently rubbed the rabbit's little head.

"Chirp~"

Soon, the kitchen was lit up by a pile of firewood, Zhang Chongyang was wearing an ordinary robe and sitting by the fire, he was holding a pot of wine in his hand, looking at the flickering firewood from time to time to drink a sip or two, stunned.

A rabbit snuggled up at his feet, occasionally looking up at him, and then at the wine in his hand.

As if noticing the rabbit's appeal, Zhang Chongyang stroked its fur and gave it two sips.

There is a skylight in this kitchen, and the cold wind is blowing in, robbing the room of the temperature that has finally risen.

Zhang Chongyang wrapped his Taoist robe, looked up at the skylight, through it, he saw that the sky outside was not yet bright, although the snow had robbed a lot of the black under the night, it still looked dark.

Although there is a sun and a moon in this world, there is no solar calendar or lunar calendar.

In secular dynasties, the year of the emperor is used to keep the year, but for their immortal cultivators, the year is not recorded.

But the year is divided into twelve months, a month of thirty days, and a day of twelve hours.

In addition, there is no so-called festival for immortal cultivators, just like today, if it is placed in the mundane, it can be regarded as the New Year, but in this small town composed of immortal cultivators, I don't know when I forgot what the New Year is.

In Zhang Chongyang's memory, the predecessor remembered, after all, he lived a long time, and the first thirty years were in the world, and he had experienced what the New Year was, so since the death of his Taoist companion, every night, he would go to the hook column...... The picture is lively.

Aside from the qualifications of his predecessor, he is actually a person who lives quite transparently.

With the help of alcohol, on this special night, Zhang Chongyang was not a little sleepy, so he sat around a stove with a rabbit and ...... quietly

Like a naughty child, the fire jumps from time to time, reflecting the faces of the man and the rabbit slightly yellow.

And behind this person and a rabbit, two shadows, one big and one small, also played hide and hide with tonight's firewood.

One trades off the other, and you always can't 'see' me.

This night, he was not the only one who didn't sleep, Zhang Chongyang.

Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Ping, with Qing'er's support, finally returned to his home alive.

Originally, his body was no longer a few years left because of the overwork in the hook bar over the years, and this injury ruthlessly took away his few moments, making him realize that time is running out.

Qing'er and Zhou Ping have been acting together for many years, and naturally he is not the only guest who enters the scene, but it is the first time he has gone home with a man.

It's not because of love, even if Qing'er says the word like in person, it's just because of gratitude.

She boiled medicine for Zhou Ping, took care of him and lay down to rest, she was also not sleepy, came to the stove, clasped her knees with her hands, her eyes fell on the flame, her eyes slowly became unfocused, and then, two lines of silent tears flowed down her cheeks.

In Cypress Alley...... Yuan Yi slept until she woke up in the middle of the night, she naturally didn't expect that something had happened to the fence tonight, and she felt a little cold, so she wrapped the futon on her body, rubbed her stomach and closed her eyes again, wanting to sleep for a while, but found that she couldn't sleep anymore.

Next door, Luo's mother, who slept until midnight and felt a little cold, got up to add firewood to the stove, and after adding firewood, she walked to her son's bed and covered him with a quilt.

Habitually touching his forehead, however, this touch, she found that it was so hot......

Soon, Luo Cheng was awakened by his wife's voice.

The firewood burned more and more brightly lit up the whole room as if it were day, Luo Xiaofan was hot, sweating, and convulsed from time to time, making his parents anxious like ants on a hot pot.

This night, Pingfu Town didn't know how many ordinary people froze to death.

Especially those slaves who were sold here from the world, after they were bought by their masters, most of them did not have Luo Xiaofan's treatment, and it would be good to have a bedding in this winter.

And when these people die, they die, no one cares, no one grieves for them, and even their owners will complain about bad luck.

This is not a troubled time, but under the survival rules of the jungle, human life, for some people, is really like grass mustard~

It is in response to the sentence: 'Zhumen wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road'.