Chapter 212

Three years have passed

Chen Xiaoming's road of mortal medical sage is not smooth, but it can be said to be quite difficult. Due to his character, his understanding of cause and effect has made slow progress, but Chen Xiaoming no longer demands it.

In three years, hundreds of people have been saved by Chen Xiaoming. Of course, there are also some bandits who come to find trouble. But for Chen Xiaoming, it is easy to solve it. It is also a way to act on behalf of heaven.

Provoked him to Chen Xiaoming's head, they can only say that they went out without looking at the Yellow calendar.

In three years, in addition to treating the sick and saving people and understanding the way of mortals, Chen Xiaoming's understanding of his time origin and blood origin has been put on the journey again.

In the first ten years, because we deliberately took the road of Wang Lin, we abandoned the understanding of the source, and now we are grasping it again.

After all, his accomplishments are open, and the origin of blood and origin are the fundamental.

For Chen Xiaoming, the avenue of cause and effect is just my luck, my life lost, and everything goes with fate.

Anyway, I'm also greedy. It's only a hundred years, but the moment passed. I don't have to practice hard. Naturally, I have a lot of time to try.

The wind and snow are everywhere. In the deep winter, it is originally the bitter and cold place in the northwest of the fourth level Xiuzhen country. Chen Xiaoming is wrapped in a white fur coat. Although his face has been deliberately changed with magic, it is still difficult to hide his delicate spirit.

"Hoo, it should be coming soon."

Taking out a map from his arms, Chen Xiaoming looked carefully, confirmed his position, and then chose a direction to walk past.

The wind and snow are getting bigger and bigger, and Chen Xiaoming's figure is drifting away and disappearing in the wind and snow.

Half an hour later

In the wind and snow, Chen Xiaoming was blocked by the wind and snow, but his cultivation is still clearly visible even if he is ten thousand meters away.

At the foot of the snow mountain in the distance, the outline of a huge city can be seen faintly. On the outer wall of the city, there are layers of thick solid ice, echoing with the snow.

"Here we are."

With a light voice in his mouth, he stepped out slowly and went towards the city in the snow.

Hancha City, the northwest frontier city of the fourth level Xiuzhen country, is located under the Yunluo snow mountain. Separated by a mountain is the Luoxia country, which is also the fourth level Xiuzhen country. Between the two countries, the Yunluo snow mountain is the boundary, so there is the existence of hancha city at the foot of the snow mountain.

Stepping into the city gate, Chen Xiaoming glanced over the surrounding streets. In the bitter and cold place, even the street shops were a bit lonely. There were not many pedestrians on the street. They were all wrapped in thick coats and hurried.

On the road, except for the main road in the middle, there are twos and threes of soldiers cleaning the snow. The rest of the roads have long been covered with snow.

With his eyes on a restaurant, Chen Xiaoming walked straight past and stepped into the restaurant in a moment.

There are not many people in the restaurant. The shopkeeper of the restaurant is missing, while the young man is listless and lies on the table for a nap. Even if a guest comes in, he doesn't wake up.

Chen Xiaoming's footsteps slowed down and his eyebrows wrinkled. He was ready to change a restaurant. When he swept the divine knowledge, he stopped again.

There is only one restaurant in these big cold brake cities!

After a little thought, Chen Xiaoming stayed, chose a position near the window and put the burden behind him aside.

"Waiter, serve the wine!"

The crisp voice sounded and just passed into the ears of the young man taking a nap not far away. Even the man's body trembled. Then he suddenly woke up, raised his head and looked around. Even Chen Xiaoming stared at himself.

"Waiter, give me a pot of good wine and some dishes."

With a soft command in his mouth, Chen Xiaoming turned around and looked out of the window. Snowflakes fluttered and danced. Chen Xiaoming's eyes were shining and looked at them with deep meaning.

"Bang."

A loud noise came from the second floor, interrupted Chen Xiaoming's thinking, looked up, and even a thin middle-aged man hit the door, broke the door, and fell from the second floor.

"Huh?"

Chen Xiaoming frowned. The place where the other party fell was coincidentally in his own position.

"Go."

When Chen Xiaoming moved lazily, he flicked his fingers, and an invisible wave hit the man's back. Suddenly, the man's direction changed and passed slightly to one side.

"Bang."

The man hit the ground hard, his face turned red, his blood surged, and an old blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Whew."

At the stairs on the second floor, a figure floated down, looking down at all creatures, with a somewhat hypocritical smile on his face.

"I didn't expect that elder martial brother Ouyang hid here."

The floating man looks only in his twenties, but his whole body exudes a unique breath.

"Interesting. There are practitioners."

Always sitting on his seat, unmoved, Chen Xiaoming glanced at the young man. His accomplishments were broken at a glance.

The ninth floor in the gas condensation period is not very high. It's the lowest immortal.

However, such cultivation is hard for ordinary people to resist.

His eyes swept over the thin middle-aged man who fell down. Although there was a slight fluctuation of aura in the man's body, he was seriously injured and his cultivation was abandoned, which was no different from ordinary people.

"I'm already a loser. Is zongmen still unwilling to let me go?"

The thin man seemed to have little accident about the arrival of this moment, but he was deeply sorry in his eyes.

Once he was also the Tianjiao of the sect. He just took the wrong step and fell to such a point that the sect was unwilling to let go of himself even for the sake of being a loser.

"Elder martial brother Ouyang, I don't need to say more about zongmen."

The young man shook his head. The religious rules were strict. He understood the experience of thin men, but he would not be merciful.

"OK, OK, I'll go with you."

As if he accepted his fate, he bowed his head, but the thin man was lifeless for a moment.

Seeing that the other party was so knowledgeable, the young man nodded without hesitation and grabbed at the man with one hand.

"Whew."

Just then, a fireball came out not far away and went straight to the young man.

"Hmm? There are others!"

Surprised in his eyes, the young man automatically flew out with a sword behind him, cut out with a sword, and a sword flew past, dividing the fireball into two.

When the young man looked at it, he saw a 12-year-old girl standing on the emaciated man, with about four layers of cultivation in the condensing period.

"I'm not going to hurt my father."

The girl stood firmly in front of the thin man, and the crisp voice in her mouth echoed in the field.

The young man's face darkened. He thought that he was pushed back by a 12-year-old girl. For a moment, his anger burned.

"Well, senior brother Ouyang, I didn't expect you to give her your skill. Don't blame me."

The young man breathed all over his body, and his aura was improved. The sword Qi exploded around him and chopped up all the tables and chairs nearby.

Chen Xiaoming's position is better. Unfortunately, it is not far away from him. Naturally, it is difficult to escape the brilliance.

His body slowly retreated towards the rear. Chen Xiaoming looked at the young man who wanted to attack a girl and couldn't help shaking his head.

When the young man was ready to start, his body suddenly stagnated, and a cold voice came from behind.

"Broke my desk. Is that all?"