The physique of a pharmacist is also special. It must be a double spiritual root, the main spiritual root must be thunder or fire, and the secondary spiritual root must be water or wood.

Lu Zhuoyu: "I..."

Rong Cheng smiled: "I know I know, the young master is definitely not the kind of vulgar monk who only cares about the identity of the furnace. It must be because I didn't look carefully, so I didn't realize that I was a pharmacist."

Lu Zhuoyu walked down the steps decisively: "Yes!"

Just like a child.

Rong Cheng laughed, she walked behind Lu Zhuoyu and handed over the soft cloth towel and the prepared medicine: "Please also use some medicine when you change clothes, this is the medicine you just prepared."

Rong Cheng put down the cloth towel and medicine, turned and walked out, leaving space for Lu Zhuoyu.

As soon as she went out, Lu Zhuoyu opened the medicine bottle, which contained a sweet paste-like elixir.

Lu Zhuoyu lowered her head and smelled it. She has been familiar with this kind of external wound medicine in her hands all the year round, than some alchemists.

The main medicine of this bottle of wound medicine is only the third-grade coagulation grass and the lingering leaf, but it has been refined to the point of extremely clean, without the slightest impurities, and the effect is not worse than the fourth-grade or fifth-grade outside.

Such a good seedling was picked up by Zong Neibai.

Obviously such an excellent pharmacist, he can be treated with courtesy and respect no matter where he is.

Lu Zhuoyu pursed her lips: She hated the fact that the disciples in the sect were tied down by her identity as a cauldron. I didn't expect that when she looked at the disciples in the sect, she only saw the word cauldron like outsiders.

Lu Zhuoyu put on the medicine, put on a black sword suit, and pushed open the door.

Rong Cheng was standing in front of a small pot of Luodian flowers pruning the branches and leaves, when he heard footsteps and turned his head, seeing Lu Zhuoyu changing clothes, the wound on his body seemed to stop the bleeding temporarily: "Young Master."

Lu Zhuoyu said, "If you don't have any other urgent matters, then follow this seat to Tianxiangmen."

Rong Cheng was taken aback and quickly put down the scissors: "Me?"

There are many furnaces in the Yinyue Sect, so the disciples are restricted from going out. It has been a long time since she joined the sect.

Lu Zhuoyu nodded: "Tianxiangmen has removed the two deceased and the seriously injured cultivator. I would like to ask you to come forward for diagnosis and treatment."

The pharmacist enshrined in the Yinyue Sect has an ordinary level of refining medicine, but he is bigger than the sect master.

Lu Zhuoyu paused, then added, "I will accompany you."

Rong Cheng was so surprised that he couldn't contain himself. He took a few steps forward and stopped in front of Lu Zhuoyu. His deer-like eyes showed obvious admiration and surprise: "Thank you, Young Master! I will follow Young Master closely!"

...

Tianxiangmen is a small sect attached to the Silver Moon Sect. The sect master is a monk in the middle stage of leaving the body. Tianxiangmen is some distance away from the Silver Moon Sect.

Xie Yun and Ying Baiye and his party of four took a cup of tea to arrive at Tianxiangmen.

White flags have been hung on the main entrance of Tianxiangmen, and even the guards standing in front of the door have red eyes and weeping with the guests who came to mourn.

It is common for monks to die, and the sadness of this scene is too heavy, almost like a funeral in the mundane world.

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Black-bellied fishing system√

Chapter 74

Cultivators have a long life, and there may not be family celebrations during their lifetime. After death, no one often sheds tears. Most monks will be damaged in the experience, and even the corpse will not be recovered.

Xie Yun had never seen a funeral with this scene.

Xie Yun learned on the way here that Tianxiangmen is a small sect with only more than 100 people. Because it occupies a small spiritual vein, although the big sect does not look down on it, it is coveted by other small sects in the city, and Tianxiangmen is powerless. Guarantee, that's why they rely on the Silver Moon Sect, and they send some spiritual stones as offerings every year.

For a dependent sect like Tianxiangmen, Yinyuezong has the obligation to protect each other.

This time, Tianxiangmen seriously injured eleven people and killed two people. For a small sect, although it is not a serious injury, it can be regarded as a heavy loss.

not to mention……

Lu Zhuoyu's bandaged fingers rested on the hilt of the sword: "The wife of the sect master is dead, and everyone knows the trouble."

There are only a few cultivators in Tianxiangmen. Liu Yunran's death was a big blow to Tianxiangmen. Tianxiangmen didn't hide it, but made a scene?

Xie Yun: "The sect master's wife?"

Lu Zhuoyu said, "Liu Yunran is a disciple of the inner sect. She married the young master of Tianxiang Sect five years ago. Now the young master has become the master of the sect. She is naturally the wife of the sect master."

She was in a very bad mood, and she walked into Tianxiangmen as she spoke.

The guard at the gate knew her, and when he saw her from a distance, he didn't have time to say hello, and ran into Tianxiangmen to report the message.

Xie Yun carried Ying Baiye, and the two of them landed behind Lu Zhuoyu and Rong Cheng, all the way to the courtyard of Dingling.

When the Yinyue Sect received the news, Liu Yunran had been dead for more than a day, and there were very few monks who came to express their condolences. There were two coffins in the hall, and a long string of silk was hanging in the hall.

The Heavenly Fragrance Sect Master had a clear and handsome face in the early days of his out-of-body cultivation. At this moment, he was dressed in plain clothes, kneeling beside the coffin, his eyes bloodshot, and his hair was not even tied up, just scattered behind him.

Even the out-of-body cultivation can't hide his tiredness.

It looked like a heartbroken gesture.

Xie Yun walked to the front of the coffin. These were two crystal coffins, and the two dead monks were lying quietly in the coffins.

The two cultivators who died were female cultivators, and one of them had a cultivation base in the middle stage of out-of-body, beautiful and beautiful, but unfortunately his vitality was cut off.

The bodies of the two people have been trimmed, and no fatal injuries can be seen.

After a monk dies, his soul returns to heaven and earth. Even if he has the heart to ask his soul about the cause of death, he cannot do it. The deceased cannot open his mouth. If the murderer is careful, it is indeed difficult to find clues.

Ying Baiye took a look and then retracted his gaze, motioning Xie Yun to look at the crystal coffin on his left, and said, "This is Liu Yunran."

Xie Yun retracted his gaze: "There are lovers who are separated by yin and yang."

Ying Baiye chuckled lightly: "I don't think so."

Xie Yun: "What?"

Ying Baiye: "How do you know that those who are sad must be sad?"