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Pushing open the door of the treasure house, the Great Elder still guarded the door and did not leave.

Zhang Ping took out the porcelain bottle, took out a Huiyuan Pill overflowing with medicinal fragrance, and handed it to the First Elder.

"have eaten."

Without saying a word, the Great Elder picked up the pill in Zhang Ping's hand and put it in his mouth.This unhesitating trust warmed Zhang Ping's heart.

The First Elder didn't have any other thoughts. Having watched Zhang Ping grow up, he believed that he would not harm him. If he really wanted to put himself in the ground, he might have hacked him down yesterday, so it didn't take such a lot of effort.

He just felt that the elixir was fragrant, and it had been put into his mouth, and it melted in the mouth, as if it turned into a warm current and slid directly from the mouth into the chest cavity, which made the elder feel hot all over.The Great Elder vaguely felt that his back seemed to be straighter, and some old problems in his body seemed to have disappeared. He only felt that his whole body was warm and very comfortable.

In Zhang Ping's eyes, after the Great Elder took the elixir, his whole person has changed.

His long hair changed from white to black and shiny, and the same was true for his long beard, which turned into a beautiful beard like Guan Erye.And the wrinkles on the Great Elder's face also disappeared in an instant. It seemed that someone was slightly trimming his cheeks, from the brow to the lower lip, and it became tighter. Only three or four breaths, one piece and one piece equal one or two. A very similar handsome face came out.

In addition to the face, the original thin body of the Great Elder has gradually become thicker, and the back that was originally a little bent was straightened, which made the Great Elder, who was not short at all, a lot taller again.

In about 30 seconds, an old man turned into a middle-aged handsome man in front of Zhang Ping. Sure enough, the products produced by the system must be high-quality goods!The effectiveness of Huiyuan Pill is terrifying!
The guardian warriors who watched the whole scene saw that Zhang Ping was like a god. This kind of method of rejuvenating people is simply unheard of, and it must be a gift from heaven!Can't help but envy the Great Elder one by one.

The Great Elder, who was very comfortable, had never felt so good, and even wanted to run around the martial arts stage twice.However, he seemed to be aware of the envious eyes around him, and the Great Elder was a little proud, "The young master still values ​​me very much, after giving this old man such a good medicine, the old man feels full of strength now, and it will not be a problem to serve for more than 20 years! "

Seeing the great elder's complacent expression, Zhang Ping suppressed a smile, and was about to pat him on the shoulder and let him go out to the West City with him.Suddenly, that kind of vortex swirled, it was the memory of the original Zhang Ping!
"What's going on! Isn't the memory already fused, how come..." Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Ping was already in the original body's memory.

"Ouch! Congratulations to the young mistress, it's a boy! Our Zhang family has a successor!"

"Wow..." A little boy was held in the arms of a middle-aged man, showing his first touch of light when he first saw this world.

"This is?" Zhang Ping was in a room that seemed to be postpartum. A very beautiful woman looked very weak on the bed. She looked at the child in the middle-aged man's hands with loving eyes.

There are maids coming and going around, some are cleaning the woman's face, and some are tidying up the room.The middle-aged man was happily teasing the child in his arms.No one looked at Zhang Ping, as if Zhang Ping did not exist.

Looking at the woman, Zhang Ping felt a strange kindness in his heart.He walked towards her subconsciously, and suddenly a maid rushed towards her head-on.

Zhang Ping couldn't dodge it in time, and was about to apologize when he suddenly saw the maid passing straight through his body.

The child's cry was still loud and clear, and the voices of the maids walking around were mixed together and entered Zhang Ping's ears.Everything is so real, but I am out of place.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man holding the child seemed to feel something, and raised his head to glance at the seat where Zhang Ping was standing.But there was no one standing there except for the maids who were hurrying to and fro.

Zhang Ping also saw from the raised face of the middle-aged man that it was exactly the same as the rejuvenated Great Elder.

"So this is my mother, and that child is me?" Zhang Ping murmured. "It turned out that when I was just born, it was the elder who hugged me. What about my father?"

As if to respond to his thoughts, the young Zhang Wuji hurried over from the outside, eagerly holding his wife's hand, after several cares, he walked to the side of the Great Elder under his wife's urging, and hugged himself.

Zhang Ping looked at his father closely. He was wearing military uniforms for battle. The martial artists who followed him were also fully armed. Are they going to fight?

And the father hugged his young self, and the love in his eyes seemed to melt away, making Zhang Ping feel a little dazed, as if he didn't match up with the father who was very strict with him in his memory.

Suddenly the scene changed, and Zhang Ping was already at the gate of the Zhang Mansion.

The weather was gloomy, and the pouring rain seemed to have pulled a hole from the sky, pouring mercilessly.Dad stood alone at the door with his still small, about three-year-old self in his arms.He seemed to be asleep.The Great Elder stood behind his father, holding an umbrella, with a worried expression on his face.

The rain escaped the blocking of the umbrella and kept hitting the father's face.Zhang Ping walked in front of him, a little surprised, the rain mixed with his father's tears, fused together, and dripped on his young body.

The scene changed again.

It was still at the gate of the Zhang Mansion, but it was the dead of night.This time, my father was not there.Zhang Ping looked at the old and the young in front of him, it was the great elder who was leading the little original Zhang Ping.

"The young mistress must have something important to do. She will definitely come back to you after she has completed her mission." The Great Elder knelt down slowly and hugged the silent little Zhang Ping in his arms.

"Mother..." Zhang Ping spit out this very unfamiliar word from his mouth. For some reason, his blood seemed to be heating up, which made Zhang Ping a little impulsive.

The scene in front of him was constantly changing. Zhang Ping watched himself from childhood to adulthood, practicing his sword skills every day under the strict guidance of his father.And whenever the night is quiet, the Great Elder will always quietly appear at his door with delicious food.

In the end, the scene was fixed, on the stage where Zhang Ping, the original body, almost died.

This time, Zhang Ping didn't care about Zhang Chen, who was in high spirits, or the second elder who was strategizing. He walked straight to the elders' seat and stood beside the first elder.

On the stage, the sound of Yuan's limbs being broken came out, Zhang Ping lowered his head, and the face of the Great Elder seemed to have aged all of a sudden.

After everything was over, the Great Elder's angry but compulsive expression appeared, and Zhang Ping smiled.

All helplessness is just a means for a mortal to use all his efforts to contend with this world where martial arts are respected.And Zhang Ping also understood that this was the reason why the original body's subconsciousness was preventing him from letting the Great Elder continue to work hard.It was also at this moment that Zhang Ping realized how deep Yuan Shen's family affection for the Great Elder and the Great Elder's contribution to the family were.

After the memory was over, Zhang Ping looked at the black-haired elder in front of him again, his hand was still on the elder's shoulder.

Zhang Ping thought a lot, but in the end thousands of words were reduced to one sentence.

"Uncle, thank you."