Lu Zhuoyu: "Did the corrupt grains clear? How about the loss?"

Monsei Yuan Yingzhi followed Lu Zhuoyu's body in two steps: "It has been cleaned out and lost about 20 % of the grains, but the grains that have been collected this year can fill this loss ..."

Rong Cheng looked at Lu Zhuoyu's figure, and the young master's black sword was dried up with insignificant blood. Looking at her movements, the new blood continued to exudes and wet clothes.

However, Hongqin and Monki Monk looked at their eyes, so only Rong Cheng saw Lu Zhuoyu's injury.

"Little Lord."

Rong Cheng called Lu Zhuoyu.

Hongqin was shocked and just wanted to hold Rong Cheng, but the other party moved too fast, and her hand stretched out.

Lu Zhuoyu stopped back.

Rong Cheng showed his face with a smile: "Thank you for the young master."

Lu Juoyu's fingertips gently raised the hilt. She always didn't seem to dare to look at it, and avoid the eyelashes slightly when she avoided her sight: "Division."

She turned around and left the library a few steps, and the figure completely disappeared in Rong Cheng's sight.

As soon as Lu Zhuoyu left, Hongqin exhaled long and patted his heart: "You suddenly call the young master and scare me!"

Rong Cheng didn't understand, and laughed: "Why?"

Hongqin whispered: "Oh, you don't know if you just entered the Zongmen, the young master is a sword, and the cold ones never get close to the disciples of us. And very harsh, she told the scriptures to teach the mental and swordsmanship, so she can't tolerate We made a mistake. Once, I just didn't practice a set of swordsmanship, so she punished me for a whole hundred times a day! But we are just a furnace, how can we compare with the young master? "

Rong Cheng: "What is the furnace Ding?"

Hongqin glanced at Rong Cheng weirdly: "Furnace Ding is the constitution used to supplement. No matter how hard we work, we cannot compare with the normal monk."

"But," Rong Cheng interrupted her softly, and laughed a little helplessly, "Sister, you are not just a furnace."

How can I deny all myself because of my part?

Hongqin sighed: "You will know in the future. People like us are not suitable for cultivation. Sisters just want to live well in this world. It is good to be able to live well."

"Moreover," Hongqin solemnly, "the young master is very targeted at us, you can be a little farther away from the young master."

Rong Cheng crooked his head and agreed briskly: "Yes."

But how could Rong Shao be so good?

She quickly demonstrated the qualifications of a genius refiner and first -class monk in Yinyuezong, and successfully refined the four medicines, so she was promoted from the outer disciples to the inner disciple.

Unfortunately, in the next month, Rong Cheng never saw Lu Zhuoyu again.

"Shao Lord?" Hongqin looked at a small basket and showed the well -made elixir. She followed Rong Cheng. "The young master was actually in the ancestors. Time is outside, rarely returns. "

Rong Cheng: "When will the young master come back?"

Hongqin 我 红: "I don't know. I heard that it was the lingering pond of the clouds and fog forest once a hundred years of open lacquer ponds.

Several sword light fell in front of the two, and a dozen of disciples who sent a letter to see the monks who looked at the moon and white clothes fell in front of Rong Cheng.

These monks' clothes were stained with blood, and their clothes were broken and almost couldn't move.

—The famous male cultivation is all blood, and under the help of the disciples of Yinyuezong, walked to Rong Cheng: "Teacher, sister! He ..."

It was the first time that the disciples of Chuanxin saw this kind of battle, and they were sweating with anxiety. After seeing Rong Cheng, they couldn't help but look happy. They hurriedly walked a few steps, and accidentally stepped on the basket on the ground. The monks above fell to the ground together!

Hong Qin was startled, and before she could react, Rong Cheng had already supported the messenger disciple: "What's wrong?"

Although these cultivators were brought in by the disciples of the Silver Moon Sect, they still wore the clothes of the Outer Sect, and they were obviously not disciples of the Silver Moon Sect.

Rong Cheng glanced at the injuries on the monk's body, and immediately said, "I've lost too much blood, so I'll send it to the bamboo house over there first."

The disciple of the messenger found the backbone, and with the help of Hongqin, helped several injured monks to settle in the bamboo house.

The bamboo house is the temporary residence for the disciples to guard the spiritual field. There are only simple tables, chairs and bamboo beds, which can barely accommodate the dozen or so monks.

Rong Cheng's eyes quickly swept across the cultivator—

The cultivation base around Jindan has a large area of ​​trauma on his body, which seems to be a wound caused by the bite of some kind of monster, and the saliva left in the wound is obviously poisonous.

In addition to the bite, there are also severe strangles.

Rong Cheng knelt down on the ground with his knees bent, and quickly used his spiritual power to investigate the condition of the injured cultivator.

It was the first time that Hongqin saw such a serious injury. She followed Rong Cheng in a panic and asked her disciple, "What's going on?"

"I, we are... cultivators of the Qingshui Sect."

- A slightly injured monk struggled to speak.

Rong Cheng was distracted and listened.

She has been here for a month, and she has a general understanding of the forces around the Silver Moon Sect.

The Qingshui Sect is backed by Shen Yuhu, and neither the power nor the number of people can be compared with that of the Silver Moon Sect. The Shui Linggen in the sect is quite outstanding. Although it is far away from the Silver Moon Sect, most of the disciples of the Qingshui Sect are similar. Shui Linggen, with a peaceful temperament, has some friendship with the Silver Moon Sect.

The cultivator covered the wound, gathered his palms to see a group of auras, and tried to stop the bleeding: "It's Shen Yuhu. A few days ago, an injured monster swarmed into Shenyu Lake, and after training for a few days, today the water is flooding the Qingshui sect, and the sect was killed and injured. heavy……

The monk choked up several times and said with difficulty: "Only a few of us escaped... The elders and the sect master have already... The sect master of your sect asked us to stay in your sect for a while."

The monk's words aroused fear among the disciples of the Silver Moon Sect. The disciples in charge of the letter looked at each other, and they all saw the same panic in the eyes of the other party. The Qingshui Sect was ravaged by the monsters. Will it be the Silver Moon Sect's turn next? ?