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An ancient poem, the road is prosperous in Qiantang, and on the bustling streets, Jiang Chen Gu stepped forward, dressed in a pitch-black robe, carrying a red sword, holding a purple jade dust, and walking between them, he had a dusty and elegant temperament.

After more than ten years, he once again entered the red world, although the world has changed in the past, but the only thing that has not changed is his increasingly firm Dao heart.

"Sell pears, sell pears, big, sweet crisp pears!"

"Cookbread, cookbread, sell cookcakes!"

"Come on, come on, take a look, walk by, don't miss it, authentic dog ignore the big meat bun, a big meat bun, a big meat bun, wrap you to your heart's ........."

The sound of hawkers hawking is everywhere, as well as the sound of buyers bargaining with hawkers, the sound of passers-by talking, and the lively scene on the street, showing the prosperity of Qiantang and other places.

Jiang Chen walked and looked, familiar and unfamiliar scenes, one scene after another imprinted in his eyes, although it seems inconspicuous, but in fact, every point, every drop, is the accumulation of cultivation, a cultivator, if he has not experienced the washing of the red world, how can he transcend it and achieve the Great Dao!

Step by step, stepping on the red dust, but practicing, Jiang Chen gradually entered the best realm, but he never thought that at this time, there was a sudden chaotic noise in front of him, which suddenly woke Jiang Chen up from the artistic conception of his self-perception, and couldn't help frowning slightly, Jiang Chen turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

As far as the eye can see, but on the side of the street not far away, a group of people are gathered, and a young man's cry can be vaguely heard, noisy and shouting, Rao is Jiang Chen's eyesight is amazing, separated by thousands of people, but he can't see it for a while, and he doesn't know what happened.

I don't know whether it's good or bad, it's always been one of people's nature to see the excitement, especially in this prosperous place in Qiantang, most of the people can have enough food and clothing, they have enough energy, and their curiosity is naturally heavier, and Jiang Chen is already in the world experience, when he encounters such a thing, he naturally rushes over, relying on his identity as a Taoist priest, and it didn't take much effort to understand the general situation from the mouths of these onlookers.

But it turned out that it was a medicine farmer who came to the street with his son to sell medicinal herbs, suddenly fell ill, fell to the ground, because there was no doctor among the surrounding onlookers, they could only watch, it is said that someone has gone to ask the doctor of Jirentang, but I don't know if it is because there are too many people on the street, or because of some other reason, until now, there is no figure of half a doctor.

No longer listening to the nonsense of the lively people, Jiang Chen immediately silently used a few true yuan mana, enveloped himself, and then easily squeezed into the crowd.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, everyone get out of the way, this person is sick, everyone is huddled together, he won't be able to breathe, this is a life-threatening thing!" There were some ordinary people all around, Jiang Chen was crowded in the crowd, and it was really difficult to exert his strength, so he could only shout loudly while pushing and watching the lively crowd.

Most of these people who watched the excitement were some traders and ordinary people nearby, although they didn't know any medical skills, but they heard Jiang Chen's shout, it was about human life, and they didn't dare to wait slowly, so they hurriedly dispersed outside.

After getting a gap, Jiang Chen finally saw the situation inside, but saw a middle-aged man with gray hair lying on his side, his body curled up, still trembling, moaning constantly, and the expressions on his face were almost completely distorted, looking very painful.

And next to him there were scattered herbs all over the ground, a young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old was kneeling on the ground and crying, and she could be vaguely heard still calling for help, but after shouting for a long time, her voice was a little hoarse, and the voice was naturally not high, drowning in the noisy crowd, where was there any effect?

Jiang Chen finally squeezed in, and in the amazed eyes of the onlookers, he squatted directly beside the middle-aged man, stretched out a finger, and gently put it on the pulse of the middle-aged man's neck, and immediately, he couldn't help but change his face: This person is so sick!

Depending on the situation, it should have been seriously injured, and although it was cured, it left a very serious sequelae, coupled with the usual hardship and fatigue, with the passage of time, the sequelae naturally expanded, and seriously damaged his cardiopulmonary function.

As a reincarnation, as a cultivator, although Jiang Chen is ruthless when facing the enemy, for ordinary ordinary people, and even strangers, as long as the other party is not evil, although it is just a meeting in Pingshui, it does not prevent him from saving people's lives. What's more, as a Taoist monk, pay attention to conforming to the way of heaven, subduing demons and subduing demons, and saving the world and helping the people, this is not just talking.

Without saying a word, the middle-aged man was lying flat and put down, Jiang Chen raised his hand, and put his two fingers together, which was already like a sharp blade, and cut straight through the clothes on the middle-aged man's chest, revealing the thick skin inside, where a hideous scar could be seen, which was the mark left by the serious injury.

"What are you doing?" Seeing Jiang Chen's movements, the young man next to him couldn't help but shout, the hoarse scream with a crying voice was particularly harsh in this noisy environment, and he hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to stop Jiang Chen.

"What else can you do, of course, saving people. Jiang Chen spoke indifferently, and he didn't see how he moved, as if an invisible wall had risen around him, blocking the young man, he stretched out his hand and counted the dots on the middle-aged man's body, and said indifferently to the young man: "If Poor Dao is not mistaken, you should be his son, don't you want your father to live?"

"This ........." The young man couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he heard this, and he asked out loud with a bit of hope: "This Taoist master, you know medical skills, don't you? You can definitely save my father, right?"

"Poor Dao only knows a little about medicine. Jiang Chen shook his head and said, "As for whether you can save your father, I can't guarantee it, after all, your father is suffering from a sudden illness, and this disease is very serious." ”

"No, no, I don't believe it!" The young man's eyes were red, and he knelt in front of Jiang Chen with a "poof", kowtowing heavily, crying and begging: "Please, Dao Chief, you must save my Daddy, I will be a relative of Daddy, if even Daddy goes, I will be an orphan, please, please........"

"Alas!" Seeing the young man's pleading appearance, Jiang Chen's heart softened no matter how hard he was, and he hurriedly lifted him up with a false hand: "Little brother, please rest assured, saving the world and helping the people is my Taoist purpose, and I will definitely do my best to save your father." ”

"Thank you, thank you........." The young man spoke repeatedly, although it was a hoarse voice, almost inaudible, but it was extremely sincere.

Jiang Chen nodded, and immediately shouted loudly: "Everyone step back a little, retreat a little more, Poor Dao needs a larger open space to treat this person." ”

Although the onlookers wanted to see the excitement up close, they also knew that human life was a matter of heaven, and when they heard the words and saw the situation, they knew that this young Taoist priest did have some skills, so they hurriedly retreated again, leaving a small open space.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, then turned over his hand, and took out a needle bag out of thin air, but when he opened it, it was a purple brocade silk that was two feet long, and there were two rows of needles placed side by side in it, one was a silver needle, and the other was a gold needle, with different sizes and shapes, which looked very elegant.

"Little brother, come, help me get something. As Jiang Chen spoke, he handed the purple brocade silk to the young man.

"Yes, Daoist. The young man was subconsciously stunned, and he had already taken the purple brocade silk in his hand, and then, he subconsciously followed Jiang Chen's instructions, and joined forces with both hands to open the purple brocade silk, and the side with the needle faced Jiang Chen. )