Wei Taiping brought a carriage with four horses on his face, and just moved the big plum tree to the carriage, which took him a lot of effort.
In the midst of a bleak cloud, the sunset gradually slanted down, and the last afterglow from the direction of Jiuzhen Lake shone on the earth. At the distance, a vague figure gradually became clear.
Qian Chen came from afar with an umbrella on his back.
Wei Taiping frowned slightly when he saw this familiar figure. He didn't think that a casual cultivator who practiced Qi cultivation would have any obstacles. A villager behind him whispered: "Isn't this the demonic way that cursed the Jiang boy?" Before he finished speaking, someone quickly covered his mouth. Before Qian Chen could approach, a man ran out from the side and knelt in front of Qian Chen with a thud.
Weng Jiang burst into tears and held the little grandson in his arms to Qian Chen to see.
Qian Chen sighed: "The child said frankly that he had suffered such a sudden disaster. This fact is my fault!"
He picked up the child and helped Weng Jiang get up. He seemed to be slow and fast, and took nearly several feet in one step. Seeing Wei Taiping like a worm, his eyes skipped over him without any fluctuations.
Wei Taiping just sneered. He only counted his own hands in his stomach. He found that it was still difficult to get a Qi-training monk with flying swords and some skill in swordsmanship. He secretly said ruthlessly: "It's a bargain for you this time!"
Qian Chen reached out to check the breath of the child in his arms, but thought for a moment. When he saw the remaining roots of the plum tree beside him, he suddenly reached out and took out the pure yang pill of Qi that Wei Taiping had seen that day. He turned the spiritual pill into red elixir water and watered it on the remaining roots of the plum tree.
In an instant, the remaining roots sprouted tender buds.
On the wooden stake, a few new branches sprout and stretch, and the time seemed to have accelerated a hundred times. A new branch grew to the height of one person in the blink of an eye, and then replaced the main trunk, faded from the green skin, and appeared woody.
It was like a lifelong illusion of a tree. The trunks of the small plum tree gradually became twisted and vigorous, but they had grown to two people in an instant. The branches sprouted from the main trunk, and the trunk gradually spread out its arms. The extended crown was like a crown cover, covering the original sky. As the branches and leaves fell, plum blossoms instantly bloomed all over the tree.
The pink plum blossoms are amazingly beautiful, and the tree is full of flowers, falling one after another, like rain of flowers.
Qian Chen stood under the tree, and the plum blossoms fell on his shoulders and on his wide sleeves... The soft rain of flowers did not resolve the tension of Qian Chen's body at all, like a peerless and sharp sword, passing by when the plum blossoms fell. The cold light reflected the plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms fell on the sword edge, but they were like bloody flowers...
Wei Taiping's mind was buzzing. Looking at the scene that was beyond his known magical powers and almost "Dao", there was only a time to flash a thought in his mind, "That is the elixir he used to change the map?"
Zhen Daoren tasted the expression of this pill, and still remembered it freshly at this moment, the pill color was too pure, there was no trace of the alchemy master's fire refining, the pill was too light, there was no pill wax... The inferior spiritual pill... It was just a fake pill...
At this moment, he wanted to take Taoist Zhen to take a look.
The servants he brought were even more unbearable. Some people collapsed to the ground with their feet, while more people looked at the scene in distractedly and shouted in a low voice: "What a... a true immortal!"
A tree of plum blossoms fell, and green plums appeared on the branches, turning yellow quickly, and then dyed a thin layer of bright red.
Qian Chen picked the redest plum, pushed it apart, and fed it into the child's mouth. The sour and soft juice of the plums instantly penetrated the child's throat... Although Weng Jiang was also shocked by the scene of the blooming and fruiting of the plum trees, he was still nervous after all. When he saw Qian Chen feeding the plums, Xiao Sun's pale face calmed down, and he felt relieved. Then he saw that his grandson had not woken up yet and raised it higher!
The child's lips gradually returned to blood.
With a sound of "Cough cough!", the child slowly woke up, but he was a little breathing and his face turned red. Qian Chen gently patted his back to make it easier for him. The child coughed loudly and vomited a toad the size of a thumb.
As soon as the toad was spit out, the child opened his eyes slowly.
He called out: "Yeah!"
Jiang Weng immediately burst into tears... and whimpered: "Hu Zi, Yeah here."
The child turned his clear eyes and saw Qian Chen and said in surprise: "Grandpa Fairy..."
Qian Chen smiled and returned him to Weng Jiang, and couldn't help but touch his tender face and said to himself: Could it be that his temperament is too old and obvious, so that even this child can see through it at a glance?
Wei Taiping was still concerned about anything else at this time, and threw down the carriage pulling plum trees, and wanted to leave quietly. As soon as he raised his legs, his feet suddenly became soft. A monk at the level of Dharma Realm actually fell to the ground. Wei Taiping felt his whole body sore and was about to beg for mercy, a dark green shadow suddenly jumped into his mouth. Wei Taiping only felt his throat slipping and a living creature jumped into his stomach.
At this time, Wei Taiping felt that his strength had suddenly recovered, and he didn't care about what had just gotten into his stomach. He stood up and rolled and ran away!
The gang of servants also hurriedly followed.
During the whole process, Qian Chen was always short of them even when he looked at them.
Jiang Weng said, "My benefactor has given this child two favors to live. He only has a nickname called Hu Zi. Now the immortal elder has recreated his kindness and asked the immortal elder to give him a great name!"
"His surname is Jiang?" Qian Chen asked with a smile while teasing the child.
Weng Jiang nodded and said, "It's my grandson!"
Qian Chen immediately remembered the strange and evil things that Taishang copied the previous life, touched his chin and smiled: "Since that's the case, just call him Jiang Shang! If you take the words in the future, you can also call him Ziya!"
When Jiang Weng heard this, his face looked a little strange.
Qian Chen turned his head to look at him, and heard Weng Jiang hesitate and say, "Immortal, I'll call you Jiang Shang!"
Qian Chen was stunned and then couldn't help laughing: "Why are you called Nezha? The nickname is the third prince?"
Weng Jiang quickly waved his hand and said, "It's okay if you can't be treated. Jiang Shang is good... Jiang Shang is good. I've lived for more than fifty years. Others are Weng Jiang, and Weng Jiang's name is... I'll change my name!"
"No!" Qian Chen comforted him, "Nothing is not old at fifty years old. Looking at Mr. Jiang's face, maybe he has a lot to do at the age of eighty!"
Old Man Jiang just refused and decided on the child's name.
Qian Chen lost the cause and effect that arose because of himself, turned his head to look at dozens of villagers who were seriously injured, and left a sentence: "I will leave all the plums in this tree to you!"
He carried an umbrella in his left hand, walked leisurely, and walked straight away...
This time I just came to clean up the beginning and end a little, and the real troubles are still waiting for him to eradicate them!
Everyone was still immersed in the scene that just happened, watching the immortal leave...
At this time, the lame boy from the Shi family quickly picked up a fallen plum, opened his mouth and chewed it. He soon found that the wound on his leg was beginning to heal, and even the injured bones were not seriously injured...
"Plum... This is a fairy plum, a living dead person, flesh and bones!" The boy from the Shi family shouted in surprise, threw down his crutches and climbed up the tree... He climbed to the crown and put a handful of plums with his hands. At this time, he came to his senses, whether the villagers were injured or not, rushed up and snatched the tree to fall a few plums.
The boy from Shi quickly threw the plums on the ground and shouted: "Don't rob it! The immortal said, everyone has it!"
While throwing it, he put a big ripe plum into his arms... The villagers who snatched the plums first all distributed the plums to their injured relatives. After a while, even the villagers who were kicked down just now could stand up with the tree. While humming, he chewed the sour plums, his face wrinkled, like an old chrysanthemum.
Weng Jiang did not snatch the plums with everyone, but just raised his grandson with a treasure and said with a smile: "Jiang Shang, Jiang Shang, Jiang Shang Jiang Ziya... This is the name given to you by the immortal! You will definitely make great achievements... You can become the prime minister of our Great Jin Dynasty... No, if you want to be the immortal! The prime minister among the immortals..."
He was sweating profusely and squeezed out of the crowd, and gave the plums he picked up to Weng Jiang, and said with a nice smile: "It seems that the nobles in our village must be on Hu Zi! Hu Zi, when you grow up in the future, you can't forget you Uncle Shen!"
"You are all grandfather!" Jiang Weng held up little Jiang Shang and said, "This is Grandpa Shen..."
Chapter completed!