After a brief moment of relief, Jiang Zhige began to look around.

At first glance, he suddenly felt like he was sleeping in a stable.

The door was a mat, the roof was made of thatch, and there was nothing decent in the house.

"Are you awake?"

At this moment, a timid voice came from outside the house.

Hearing the soft whispers like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, Jiang Zhige immediately perked up.

If I'm not mistaken, he was rescued by someone, and the other person was a woman.

"It seems that my good life is finally coming. I have no way to repay you for saving my life, so I can only repay you with my body."

Jiang Zhige was deeply moved and was about to stand up to express his gratitude when he heard footsteps outside the house.

A young girl, covered in scars and emitting a sour smell, groped her way in from outside the house, holding a bowl of water in her trembling hands.

Jiang Zhige's breathing suddenly stagnated and he almost cried out.

Although it was very rude, at first glance, the girl really looked like a monster.

Normally, a mortal with such severe burns would have died long ago, but for some reason she was still alive.

"S-Sorry, I scared you."

The ugly girl quickly realized something, fumbled to put the bowl beside the bed, and then quickened her pace to walk out of the house.

But she was blind, and she lost control of the direction when she went too fast, and bumped into the wall.

Jiang Zhige looked remorseful, and quickly stood up and went to support the ugly girl, saying softly: "You misunderstood, I'm just glad that I'm still alive."

The ugly girl covered her forehead with her hands, looking dazed. She knew that Jiang Zhige must have been frightened by her appearance and said that out of politeness.

However, a normal person would subconsciously scream when seeing such a horrifying face, even if they did not say anything mocking. But Jiang Zhige was afraid of making her sad, so he stopped his subconscious mind.

This seemingly ordinary politeness and gentleness is something that very few people in the world have.

"Miss, I don't need to thank you for saving my life. My name is Jiang Pingchuan, and I will repay you with all my strength."

Jiang Zhige's expression was solemn, without any frivolous thoughts of 'giving himself to her'.

Although the girl's ugly face is one thing, the important thing is that it is a sin to have such thoughts when facing such a miserable girl.

Hearing Jiang Zhige's serious words, the ugly girl felt inexplicably timid and embarrassed, and said weakly: "Master Jiang, I am not the one who saved you. I, I will take you to find Sister Yi Xin."

"That's fine."

Jiang Zhige felt heavy-hearted. The ugly girl had done nothing wrong, and she was the one who took care of herself. Why should she feel timid and embarrassed? Just as the two were about to walk out of the house, footsteps sounded from outside.

A beautiful woman in a cloth skirt pushed in. She was stunned when she saw Jiang Zhige waking up, and then she said happily: "Sir, you finally woke up. You don't know that Yi Xin almost died in the turbulent stream to save you."

Jiang Zhige had no choice but to let go of the ugly girl temporarily, and bowed and said: "I am Jiang Pingchuan, and I will repay your kindness with my own best."

"There's no need for that. Yi Xin didn't save people for any reward."

The woman in the cloth skirt hurriedly helped Jiang Zhige up, showing off her seductive figure intentionally or unintentionally.

Jiang Zhige couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it seems that there are still many good people in the world.

He did not indulge in the beauty's arms. He turned around to ask the two girls' names, but suddenly found that the ugly girl had left the house at some point.

Jiang Zhige felt more and more uncomfortable, even though he was in the arms of a beautiful woman, he could not bring up the idea of ​​"committing himself to her" as before.

"girl."

"My name is Qi Yixin, you can just call me Yixin from now on."

Qi Yixin thought Jiang Zhige was going to ask for his name, so he answered first.

She didn't notice Jiang Zhige's mood, and then asked: "By the way, Mr. Jiang, I saw you floating in the river earlier, what on earth was it..."

"The immortals from Lingtian Sword Sect have arrived at Qinghe Village!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly rang out in the village.

"The immortals from Lingtian Sword Sect have arrived at Qinghe Village!"

The voices came one after another, like the eunuchs in the palace spreading the news from near to far to announce the emperor's arrival.

"Immortal?!"

Qi Yixin was so overjoyed that she let go of Jiang Zhige's hand and ran out of the house.

Halfway through the walk, she stopped, turned around and looked at Jiang Zhige anxiously, "Master Jiang, why are you still standing there? This is an immortal!"

Jiang Zhige secretly wondered who on earth could make Qi Yixin so excited?

He didn't think much about it and followed Qi Yixin to run towards the source of the sound.

In the center of Qinghe Village, nearly a hundred people, young and old, men, women and children, were kneeling in a crowd. In front of them stood two young men in blue and white tights, with sword cases on their backs, and two cranes were circling above their heads.

Jiang Zhige followed Qi Yixin and arrived late. He looked around at the kneeling people, but still couldn't find the ugly girl. He couldn't help feeling melancholy.

As for the two Lingtian Sword Sect disciples, they did not look particularly extraordinary, but only had an air of superiority.

One of the thin disciples of Lingtian Sword Sect took two steps forward and shouted in a deep voice: "Three months later, it will be the once-in-five-years recruitment examination. Lingtian Sect will recruit only those from Daqi Country, which includes your Qinghe Village."

"By then, the demon sect Fengsheng Sect will come to recruit disciples. If any of you pass the assessment, I don't need to remind you which sect to choose, right?"

After hearing the immortal's words, all the villagers of Qinghe Village kowtowed and agreed. Some young girls looked at them with passion and admiration.

The two Lingtian Sword Sect disciples looked down upon such respect and admiration. It seemed that they had only come to deliver a message and would leave on their cranes after that.

Just as they were about to leave, the Lingtian Sword Sect disciple who had spoken earlier suddenly noticed Jiang Zhige, who was standing in the crowd, and frowned and asked, "Who told you to stand up, you beggar-looking guy?!"

Jiang Zhige was stunned and asked in confusion: "Stand up?"

A snotty-nosed kid nearby had noticed Jiang Zhige earlier and quickly replied, "My lord, this guy is not from our village, and he never knelt from the beginning!"

"Fuck, you little brat, how old are you and you already know how to flatter?"

Jiang Zhige glared at him and pretended to spank him.

"presumptuous!!"

"Do you want to die?!"

Faced with Jiang Zhige's nonchalant attitude, the two Lingtian Sword Sect disciples were extremely angry and drew their swords directly at Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige's hand stopped in mid-air, becoming more and more confused and stunned.