Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

The younger brother who was the least injured was struggling to hold a copper basin of warm water and walked into Wu Sheng's bedroom with his head lowered.

Wu Sheng was the most seriously injured among them, and he still showed no signs of waking up. It happened that the saint followed the great elder to the forbidden area. Although there were other doctors in the sect, they always had to explain the cause of the injury when seeking medical treatment. Those who were willing to treat people like them generously regardless of the past and the reason were all members of the Heavenly Doctor sect. Counting down, inside and outside, only Zhao Zhizhi has such a kind heart.

The younger brother sighed, feeling that they did seem to be a little ignorant.

Just as he was thinking about how to clean Wu Sheng's wounds to reduce the risk of infection, the younger brother accidentally tripped over the threshold. The copper basin in his hand was thrown out without reservation, and the basin was filled with warm water. However, when it hit the ground, it made a sudden explosion, and rushed towards him wrapped in tongues of flames!

The younger brother looked at the spreading fire in disbelief, while trying to grab the copper basin and use some of the remaining water to control the fire first. Unexpectedly, the more he poured the water on, the bigger the fire would get. He hurriedly scooped up water and splashed it with his hands, but when he touched the "warm water", he suddenly had a "bang" in his head.

--Oil?

How could it be oil!

He stood there helplessly for a while in fear, until the tongues of fire quickly licked at Wu Sheng on the bed, and then he ran out of the door like the sky was falling, shouting, "The water is flowing, the water is flowing! Help! ——Elders, help!”

Without him, although these people are quiet and talkative, their residence is closely connected with other inner disciples. If the fire here cannot be controlled and harms those distinguished disciples... I am afraid that even if he dies ten thousand times, he will not be able to atone for his sin!

When Wei Shao quietly left the backyard wall, the guards stood in a circle around the altar. Now when he came back, there were only a dozen or so scattered people left.

These people are still rushing out.

"But... the saint is still here." He had a strong sense of responsibility and turned back while running. He didn't know what kind of wealth and life he thought was on the altar.

"What do you care about the saint? The disciples' courtyard is on fire, disciples' courtyard! Don't be confused. Last time you said that you saved thirty taels of silver, waiting to go back and marry the girl from the Wang family in the village - now if It’s all gone, I can’t afford a wife and I’ll be a bachelor for the rest of my life, so don’t cry with me every day!”

It seemed that marrying a wife was such a big deal. The disciple made no more noise, and the guards in the courtyard were all gone within half a stick of incense.

Wei Shao borrowed some strength from his toes on the wall, flipped around a few times, and landed next to the unconscious Zhao Zhizhi.

His throat rolled, and he was filled with pity. He really wanted to kiss this lovely girl who was as clear as snow. But his eyes lingered cautiously on her body, and unexpectedly he saw the roughly wrapped wrist - thick blood stains penetrated the cotton cloth and spread shockingly on Zhao Zhizhi's delicate wrist.

Wei Shao's heart was filled with grief, and thousands of words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he just held the person in his arms gently, and flew away towards the saint's residence.

Zhao Zhizhi felt that he had dreamed of many people and many things.

She saw the people's accusations when she had just traveled through time, Li Xiucai's eyes full of calculations, Yao Niang's body as weak as a dodder flower; she also saw the clouds in the court hall, the prime minister, the queen, so many people who were not her. The people involved dragged her into one conspiracy whirlpool after another that she didn't want to deal with; she also saw her original fat body, and the look on her face that others disliked but didn't show...

Along the way, she probably suffered a lot, with countless difficulties and obstacles. She went from Xiaohe Village, to the court, to the dangerous sea, and then to the Heavenly Medicine Sect. From the hated bully's daughter to the saint who is praised all over the world, there are some things she has forgotten and some things she has remembered. But in the end, the figures of those people were all shrouded away by the sudden white mist. , one after another retreated, roared, and left her side.

She wanted to catch up, but there were countless dangerous shoals, rugged rocks, and waves pressing towards her one after another, forcing her to shrink back and hide in her own world, hiding in... a warm embrace. Who is it?
Who was the person who had been holding her gently, who had been coming towards her, who was pushing her boat away from the whirlpool, and who was telling her with a smile that she should "live well"?

Zhao Zhizhi woke up suddenly.

"Holy girl, you're finally awake." Qing'er came in holding bottles and jars, her expression still as normal, as normal as...the day she was told she had lost her memory.

"You insisted on refining the improved rejuvenation elixir on the altar. The great elder couldn't resist you, but he didn't expect that your body had not recovered well and you passed out. Now the disciples' courtyard is flooded, and the disciples have gone to put out the fire, while the elders are in front. The court is discussing matters, and I only ask my servants to take good care of you and let you take more tonics."

Before she could ask, Qing'er had already finished all her words.

It made perfect sense. She had a headache when she woke up, and she didn't have the extra time to think about the flaws and mistakes.

Feeling the stinging pain in her wrist, she raised her hand and saw that it was tightly bandaged, but not tight to the skin. She even carefully tied the knot into a butterfly shape.

She couldn't remember any of those disciples who knew this technique.

But there were always more important things to ask right now. She slowly raised her elbows, but she didn't want to be so dizzy that she lost all strength, her muscles and bones were empty, and there was no support at all.

Qing'er saw this and came to help her. The two of them struggled for a while before they managed to let Zhao Zhizhi sit on the couch. Zhao Zhizhi closed his eyes to calm down the stars that were rotating in front of him, and said weakly, "The rejuvenation pill..."

"Very good!" Qing'er answered the words very quickly, as if she was afraid that if she gave Zhao Zhizhi more time, she would definitely feel something was wrong. He will come and explain it to you in person."

Also.

Zhao Zhizhi nodded slightly, trying to remember the prescription he chose at the sacrifice ceremony. At that time, the elder said that the Rejuvenation Pill was the secret treasure of the Celestial Medicine Sect. Although the secret recipe has been passed down from ancient times, times have changed, and some new formulas should be developed to adjust the properties of the medicine. It is consistent with the human constitution of the current world.

Zhao Zhizhi focused on saving people and did not realize that there was something wrong with his words. So she...

So what?

Zhao Zhizhi's mind suddenly went blank. The memory of a few hours ago seemed to be wrapped in a thick white mist, separated by a very close distance, but she couldn't touch it or get rid of it.

While he was in pain, there was a sudden crash outside the house.

"Who is it?" Qing'er's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she quickly stood in front of Zhao Zhizhi.

Zhao Zhizhi glimpsed a piece of cyan clothes in a small gap that had never been covered up.