"... Pavilion Master?"

The sun was dazzling, Zuo Yuesheng's expression was blank, and after a while, he realized that the "pavilion master" in the mouth of Ying Longsi's disciple was referring to himself. He answered vaguely and fled down the city head in a hurry. When he was going down the city wall, he suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground. Halfway through, he stretched out an arm and grabbed the person.

"how is he?"

Lu Jing emerged from the shadow of Chenggen and asked in a low voice.

"How did it fall?"

"As soon as I accepted that the foundation of inheritance was not stable, I was lucky to control the water. After a few days of boiling, God tried his best."

Lou Jiang held Zuo Yuesheng's arm and carried the person on his shoulders.

"Is it okay?"

Lu Jing, with his medical skills of "rejuvenating the eleventh man", looked at, smelled and cut in a decent manner, but couldn't see anything, so he had to ask Lou Jiang.

"Just sleep for two days."

Lou Jiang skillfully carried Zuo Yuesheng, who was several laps wider than him, to his back as soon as he exerted his strength, and walked towards Shanhaige with his back. It seems that the phrase "I fought for him, I carried him home" that Lou Jiang blurted out when he was provoked by the young master Qiu that day was true.

Lu Jing let out an "oh" and didn't dare to ask anything else.

Young Master Qiu was in a coma when he returned from the Cangming Sea. A certain head of the ten witches, who was the enemy of all beings, was guarding the house, and no one could enter. Lu Jing and several people are divided into two parts these days, taking turns guarding, over there to see if they are awake, here to see if nothing happens. Among them, Lou Jiang is the only one who does not change shifts with others. How long has Zuo Yuesheng sat in front of the copper column, and how long has he been guarding the city wall. Monk Lu Jingbudu still has half the operator guarding the city, half guarding Zuo Yuesheng and half guarding him.

That night, Zuo Liangshi shattered his bones and Zhenhai, and Lou Jiang almost fell from the city wall. After being dragged up by monk Budu, he was so pale that there was no blood... Since they all felt that he was Yuesheng's brother, then Zuo Liangshi It's not just a pavilion master who is kind to himself, right? But apart from that time, Lu Jing and the others never saw Lou Jiang lose his temper again. After Zuo Yue was born, he quickly returned to his previous appearance.

Zuo Yuesheng asked where his father was. There were so many patriarchs present, but none of them spoke.

It was Lou Jiang who answered.

Calm, calm, mature and rational.

Zhunan Jiucheng has strong financial resources. The lightning and thunder of the catastrophe a few days ago almost destroyed most of the city, and now most of it has been repaired. The ruins of the main pavilion of Shanhai have been swept away, and the pavilions and pavilions are springing up. However, compared with the previous attic, these newly built buildings are just a few flower shelves. Several years of effort. If you look closely, you can also find traces of lightning remnants on some rocks.

When he arrived at Wushexuan, Monk Budu finished meditating and adjusted his breath. He was just about to pick up Lu Jing's class. As soon as he was discharged from the hospital, he saw the three of them coming back, and was stunned for a moment.

"Amitabha," the monk Budu looked at Zuo Yuesheng, "Is this...?"

Just as Lu Jing was about to answer, he heard a "dong" sound, and Lou Jiang and Zuo Yuesheng went straight to the door of the hospital. Lu Jing was taken aback, and together with Monk Budu, he hurriedly pulled Zuo Yuesheng, who was pressing on him, away from him. Monk Budu gave Lou Jiang a look at the pulse and said that it was okay, but he was overwhelmed and his spirit was exhausted.

"Mother Lou, Mama Lou, you are really Fatty Zuo's brother, a bloodless brother." Lu Jing couldn't help laughing and crying.

Together with monk Budu, he transported the two into the room.

Lou Jiang is good to say, mainly Zuo Yuesheng, this guy was already fat, and he went from puffy to solid fat when he entered the inheritance virtual realm. He didn't eat or drink for a few days, and he didn't seem to be thinner than before. A few days ago, Lu Jing and Monk Budu fought with their lives to slay monsters to save people. Like Banshou, they both suffered serious injuries and have not recovered quickly. They were very tired after placing people. They simply sat against the wall and then rest.

Take a breath.

"Monk," Lu Jing suddenly asked, "You said...how about I study Poison Sutra?"

Monk Budu turned to look at him.

Lu Jing looked down at the bright block of light falling on the ground through the thin wooden lattice.

"Amitabha," the monk Budu thought for a while, "it's not uncommon to enter the Dao with poison. It's just..."

"It's just that Yaogu regards poison as a taboo, and all drug refiners are expelled from the valley. I know!" Lu Jing interrupted him, the lines on his face tightened slightly, "The reputation of the person who refines poison is no better than that of the evil one. It's all a matter of people shouting and beating. But who cares... being a dummy, your reputation is not so good. I'm just thinking... a scumbag like a mustard seed can make a behemoth like Shanhaige fall into the trap. death."

"In the future, there will always be a kind of poison that even a god can kill, right?" Lu Jing turned to look at the monk.

Monk Budu noticed that the young master Yaogu's eyes were suddenly very serious and deep.

Without ridicule, the monk Budu nodded.

He was rarely solemn: "There must be."

Lu Jing scratched his hair and grinned.

After the meeting, the monk Budu said slowly: "Actually, the poor monk just wanted to say, but the poison scriptures seem to be more difficult to cultivate than the pharmacopoeia..." Halfway through the words, the monk Budu changed his mouth, "However, in this regard, Mr. Lu may You don't have to be talented."

"Dead bald donkey, don't think I don't understand you are hurting me."

"Amitabha," said the monk Budu with a sincere expression, "the poor monk just admires the masterful hand of Huichun Shiyilang, who has been famous for a long time."

"..."

Lu Jing rolled his eyes.

When monk Budu turned the Buddha beads and was about to continue reciting a few scrolls to calm his nerves, he suddenly heard Lu Jing whispering next to him.

"It's not that I don't study medicine, I just don't want to save people. I don't want to save anyone."

Monk Budu turned to look at him, but saw that Lu Jing's eyes were out of the window, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were empty. When the monk Budu looked over, Lu Jing stood up, threw a sentence, "I'm going to ask Bansuanzi, Young Master Qiu, if he woke up", and hurried away. Monk Budu twisted the Buddha beads and recited in a low voice.