When the original body met the male protagonist.
He is still a down-and-out guy who has not made any achievements.
There are a lot of troubles following behind.
Let’s not talk about the enemies the male protagonist has made.
Even life is difficult.
However, in the face of so-called "love", these are not obstacles.
Pan Shu sneered coldly.
Perhaps Emperor Shijun really liked the original body, but how much is his love worth?
— is nothing but a pile of cheap junk.
In the thick white fog, the fine, cool rain gently caresses the world.
On the bluestone steps, the man's clothes were soaked in blood, and he opened his eyes tremblingly.
But under the green umbrella, there was a girl's gentle smile.
"Are you okay?"
Emperor Shijun's cold and handsome eyebrows were slightly stunned. He gently grasped her wrist and said in a weak voice, "...Save me."
"Okay." The smile on Panshu's lips deepened.
She put away her umbrella, and her thin shoulders struggled to support the body of an adult man. Emperor Shijun could clearly feel the warmth and fragrance from her body, and for some reason the string in his mind that had been tense for many days relaxed a little.
There was no spiritual energy fluctuation from her.
I think she is an ordinary woman.
There is no shortage of female practitioners in the cultivation of immortals. Due to the nourishment of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the appearance of immortal practitioners is better than that of ordinary people.
But he had never seen a woman more beautiful than her.
Those clear fox eyes with distinct black and white only glance at you lightly, and it makes you lose your mind and become confused.
"I'll find a doctor for you." She bit her lip lightly with her white teeth and gently placed Emperor Shijun on the small, even simple wooden bed.
Emperor Shijun had no strength left, and he nodded with difficulty, "...Sorry for the trouble."
He was injured by the evil spirit.
How can ordinary doctors in the world heal the injuries of immortal cultivators?
Emperor Shijun didn't want to alert the enemy, so he could only disguise himself as a mortal and let her go.
In fact, the spiritual spring in the ring space is nourishing his body bit by bit.
The originally hideous and terrifying wounds were also healing rapidly.
He looked at the purple morning glories above his head and breathed a sigh of relief.
When Pan Shu brought an old doctor back home, she said, "Old man, please take a look at his injuries."
She spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, and her pronunciation was soft and gentle.
It makes people feel sweet when they listen to it.
Realizing what he was thinking, Emperor Shijun pursed his lips and quickly stopped his wandering thoughts.
After the doctor took Emperor Shijun's pulse, he paused for a moment and said, "This young master's injuries are extremely serious. If he wants to recover, he must use the Devil Bone Grass as medicine, taking it twice a day for 49 days before he will be fully recovered."
"What is Demon Bone Grass?"
"A precious herb." The doctor packed up his medicine box. "I heard there are several Devil Bone Grass plants growing at the highest point of Bird Singing Mountain."
After saying this, the doctor left slowly without asking Panshu for any money.
I don't know when he woke up.
Two obsidian-like pupils stared at her intently.
"May I ask what your name is, Fairy?" He had a very handsome face, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his eyebrows and eyes were like a painting. At first glance, he was obviously a noble young man from a wealthy family.
Although he was an unfavored illegitimate son, he was born into a wealthy and noble family of Tianhuang.
"Ban Shu."
She looked a little confused.
It seems that apart from this, he knows nothing.
"My name is Emperor Shijun." He coughed softly, and his pale face turned even paler.
"I can't read." She seemed ashamed.
Emperor Shijun's expression remained unchanged. "Do you have any writing brushes or ink?"
Ban Shu nodded hesitantly, turned around, found a piece of cold charcoal in the corner, and gently placed it in his hand.
The hard and cold touch in his hand surprised Emperor Shijun a little, but he did not dislike it.
He lifted the quilt, bent down and wrote the three words "Emperor Shijun" on the ground stroke by stroke.
"Lord Indra." he said.
Panshu imitated his tone, "Emperor Shijun?"
"Yeah, yes, you are very smart." He smiled slightly.
His handsome face exudes a warmth that makes people sink into him.
Pan Shu pursed her lips and smiled too.
"Your handwriting is so beautiful. Can you teach me how to read?"
"It's my pleasure."
Facing the girl's confused and doubtful gaze, Emperor Shijun chuckled helplessly and explained, "I am very happy to teach you to review your studies. Reviewing your studies means studying."
"Okay, I'll make a note of that."
…
She is really a studious and talented student.
Emperor Shijun felt more and more that he had discovered an unpolished jade.
If he were a teacher, he would probably like students like her the most.
"Ashu, have you finished your homework for today?"
Seeing no one answer, Emperor Shijun frowned his handsome eyebrows, "A Shu?"
He stood up and pushed open the door. Inside, there was nothing but a piece of rice paper covered with beautiful handwriting. Where was Panshu?
It was getting dark.
The girl was climbing the Bird Singing Mountain with difficulty. In the bamboo basket on her back were several smoky purple devil bone grasses, which exuded an astonishingly strange beauty in the darkness.
Suddenly, her foot slipped.
The broken stones left slight depressions on the ground.
She subconsciously closed her eyes tightly.
The imagined pain did not come, but instead she was enveloped by a warm breath filled with the fragrance of paper and ink.
The man's white clothes and the girl's pink clothes overlapped.
Pan Shu opened her eyes tentatively.
When her eyes met the man's cold face, they paused.
Emperor Shijun put her down steadily on the ground, turned around and walked down the mountain without saying a word.
In the night, his tall and thin figure seemed a little cold.
The girl clutched the hem of her skirt helplessly.
There was an upward curve on her lips.
"Emperor Shijun." She called him softly with a hint of tears in her voice.
Emperor Shijun paused, his face still looking unhappy, but he turned around and walked back quickly and hurriedly.
"What's wrong."
"My feet hurt."
He sighed helplessly, said "sorry" and gently took off her shoes and socks. Her ankles were rubbed red and swollen, and the white soles of her feet were bleeding due to the rough gravel.
The broken gravel kneaded into her flesh.
"You always make me worry, Panshu." He squatted with his back to Panshu, holding the bamboo basket in his hands and letting her lie on his back, "Hold my neck tight."
She is very obedient.
She will do whatever you ask her to do.
It makes people unable to vent the frustration in their hearts.
"I told you, I don't need the Devil Bone Grass, and I don't need a little girl like you to risk your life for me."
The Birdsong Mountain is steep and if you are not careful you will be crushed to pieces.
Emperor Shijun is still frightened to this day.
What would she do if he didn't find out in time?
He suddenly realized.
This well-behaved and obedient little girl is rebellious and stubborn at heart.
He has to think of a way.
"But... the doctor said you need to..." She gently buried her cheek in his shoulder, "I don't want you to die."
"If I'm dead, I'm dead." Emperor Shijun laughed at himself.
"Then what should I do?" Her voice was a little muffled, and she seemed to be wiping her tears with his clothes.
Emperor Shijun bent his lips helplessly.
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