The whole sect is reborn

Seeing this male cultivator's behavior, Ling Junqian curled his lips and looked at the bowl of tonic expressionlessly for a long time before drinking it with a cold face.

It tastes really bad.

But Ling Junqian didn't spit it out. After all, this was the first person to show kindness to him in three years. Although Ling Junqian had no business in his heart, he didn't want to let down such a person who was kind to him. After all, his mother could

He was taught a lot of etiquette.

However, Ling Junqian felt that there was no such thing as kindness without reason in this world. Why would this person who had never met him be so kind to him?

At this time, the scholar looked at Ling Junqian's alert look and seemed to have remembered something. Then he sighed and sat in front of him, preparing to have a long conversation.

Ling Junqian saw his posture and immediately became wary.

"what you do?"

"My relationship with you is a long story..."

"You can keep your story short."

The scholar was choked immediately. He twitched the corner of his mouth and slapped Ling Junqian on the head, feigning anger.

"Shut up. If the elders speak, the younger ones should listen carefully."

Ling Junqian curled his lips, but in the end he remained silent and sat expressionlessly in the corner of the cave. He had been wandering in the market for a long time and had seen everything about the warmth and coldness of people and the coldness of the world. Naturally, he could distinguish each other clearly.

Is it a good intention or a bad intention?

Although this scholar looks weak, he is indeed full of good intentions.

However, no matter what this man said, he had already begun to wish to die. His relatives had passed away, so what was he still doing? There was really no meaning in this world.

"I think back then, I was still a young boy, following a caravan to the border town..."

Ah, this grass is growing really well and looks pretty.

"You were not born at that time. I fell seriously ill because of my long journey. At that time, I had a high fever and the fever made me unconscious..."

Hey, this stone is actually quite round.

"Then I met your mother."

Really? Why does he still want to go before he finishes talking... Wait! What?

Ling Junqian suddenly raised his head and looked at the frail scholar in disbelief. What did this man just say? He had met his mother before? How is this possible?

No, no, no, if it is fake, the scholar does not need to panic like this. Because he has nothing now, what does the scholar have to do?

The scholar didn't care about Ling Junqian, but fell into deep thought.

"It was a winter ten years ago. I was in a state of confusion with fever, and my colleagues had already carried me out to bury me, but that noble lady came to the world like a god and gave me the chance to survive.

hope……"

At that time, a young man who was completely waiting for death met a gentle lady. The lady was as kind as a god descending to earth. When she saw the young man rolled up in a shabby mat and carried out in the sedan, she kept shouting

Called a stop. Then hurriedly walked out of the warm sedan.

At that time, the scholar was actually still a little conscious. He vaguely felt someone touching his forehead, but he could only see a vague figure in his eyes, and could only remember the warm fragrance, as if he had already passed away.

Like her mother, her whole person is full of gentle power.

"Why does this child have such a severe fever?"

Ling's mother glanced worriedly at the child who was rolled up in the mat, and then stared sharply at the two men who were carrying the scholar out. The child clearly had heat lingering around her mouth and nose, and was still breathing. She was sitting in the sedan chair.

They all saw it, and it was impossible for these two people not to see it. They still wanted to throw this poor child away like this, which shows that they had bad intentions!

The two men gradually felt guilty in Ling's mother's sight, and then they suddenly threw the scholar down, got up and ran away. They were from the same hometown as the scholar, but when they saw that the scholar was alone, but because of the money he made in business this time, he became seriously ill, so they

Malice arose. As long as this scholar dies, wouldn't it be up to these two fellow villagers to decide what's left of him?

Ling's mother immediately sent people to chase him, and then personally sent the scholar to the hospital.

In the hospital, after being treated by the doctor, the scholar could barely say a few words and then quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, madam..."

"No need to thank me."

Ling's mother covered her belly with one hand and looked at the teenage boy softly. This boy was obviously still a child, but he had to run around for his own livelihood, and was even plotted against by his fellow villagers. She was really pitiful.

In addition, she would like to thank this young man. She just felt uncomfortable and asked the doctor at the medical center to check her pulse. Something almost happened to the child in her belly. Fortunately, the doctor here is very good at the golden needle technique passed down from generation to generation, and now the child

It has stabilized.

"On the contrary, I want to thank you very much. If I hadn't stopped by the hospital, the baby in my belly might have made a fuss. Don't you know? I have a baby in my belly. He is still very young. He will be born safely.

It will take a long time.”

Perhaps it was because she had been holding these words in her heart for a long time, but when she met a young man she met unexpectedly, Ling's mother could not restrain her desire to talk.

Seeing no one around, Ling's mother spoke softly and happily.

"Although some people are laughing at me behind my back, Old Beng Shengzhu, I don't care. Why should I give up my child just because of other people's harsh words? Although I still don't know whether the child is a boy or a girl, but I

I will definitely give birth to this child and raise it well. It would be so pitiful if he was finally reincarnated and died before he could see what this world is like..."

"So, you don't have to worry about it. I saved you because I wanted to accumulate blessings for my child. If you want to thank me, just thank the child."

Ling's mother knew that children of this age were particularly concerned with saving face, so she didn't talk about it and instead focused on her own children.

Perhaps he had not received such simple kindness for a long time, so the scholar was very grateful. He stood up solemnly and with difficulty, and bowed devoutly to the unborn child.

"Thank you madam and young master (young lady). Xia Sheng will definitely repay you."

Ling's mother didn't pay attention to Xia Sheng's words. She had rescued countless people on weekdays. After hearing such words, it was as many as eight hundred, if not a thousand.

However, I saw that this child was particularly pitiful due to his young age, so I invited him.

"I think you are a good match. Do you want to come and work in my house? Don't worry, you are not the type to sign a contract. After you have worked for a few years and recovered your health, it is up to you whether you want to go to the military camp or make a living on your own.

."

Xia Sheng was extremely excited. He knew this was a huge opportunity and was about to accept it, but he suddenly remembered something and spoke cautiously.

"Madam, my parents' memorial tablets are still in my hometown. Can I go back and get them first and then come to work at your place? Don't worry, I will do it quickly, and I don't want any wages. You just need to give me food to eat..."