Lu Zhuoyu, the young master of the Silver Moon Sect, a sword cultivator with extraordinary talent, extremely beautiful, and extremely... difficult to get along with, let alone in the sect, and the alchemist worshipping outside the sect is a single-minded disciple within the sect, In front of Lu Zhuoyu, he may not be able to get a good face.

The suzerain and several elders of the Yinyue Sect were all weak characters, so the alchemist who enshrined it in the Yinyue Sect could completely look away, but Lu Zhuoyu, the young master, never gave him face.

The sword hilt of Nie Sha pressed a trace on the wrist of the alchemist dedicated to the alchemist. Nie Sha was a spirit sword with a strong evil spirit. Although the blade was still in its sheath, Sen Han's killing intent had penetrated into the alchemist's worship through several layers of clothing. bone marrow.

The enshrined Alchemist Shield shivered uncontrollably. He avoided Lu Zhuoyu's gaze, and the corner of his mouth pulled out an awkward arc, "Young master taught me."

The enshrined pharmacist turned sideways and made way for Lu Zhuoyu: "Please."

Rong Cheng's slender fingers rested on Lu Zhuoyu's black sword suit. Lu Zhuoyu was about to come back. He didn't take a shower and changed, and with an undetectable bloody aura, Rong Cheng was temporarily awake.

Rong Cheng's right palm was scalded, and the flesh was sticking together. It was probably in severe pain, and his fingertips curled up to look at Lu Zhuoyu's arm.

Lu Zhuoyu's eyes drooped slightly: "I'll take you back to the yard."

Rong Cheng stood up straight, even facing Lu Zhuoyu at the moment, she didn't want to have the slightest lack of etiquette, and nodded slightly: "It's work."

Lu Zhuoyu watched Rong Cheng's hand slide down, hugged Rong Cheng's waist, turned into a streamer and cast it towards Rong Cheng's courtyard. As soon as he entered the yard, Lu Zhuoyu hugged and watched Rong Cheng go to the bedroom.

Rong Cheng was extremely tired, and while Lu Zhuoyu took her back to the yard, the scalded palm seemed to have eased, and the fire started to hurt.

Rong Cheng subconsciously wanted to grab the cold bedding, trying to relieve the pain in his palms.

Lu Zhuoyu grabbed her wrist: "Don't move, I'll give you some medicine."

Lu Zhuoyu dipped in the ointment and applied Rong Cheng's palm.

She has been injured all the year round, and she wears all kinds of wound medicines on her body, and she can find all kinds of wound medicines: "This is the most common scald medicine in the pharmacy. It is definitely not as good as yours. You can make use of it." He touched the palm of his hand, soothing the burning pain.

Rong Cheng nestled in the quilt, peeking at Lu Zhuoyu from the fluffy cloud quilt: "Thank you, Young Master. Why did Young Master come back?"

Lu Zhuoyu stared intently at Rong Cheng's palm, and said, "I received a transmission from the sect master a few days ago, so I took the disciples to rush back."

Rong Cheng remembered the monster in his heart, "Why did the monster in Shen Yuhu want to harm the Qingshui Sect?"

Lu Zhuoyu: "The disciples of the Qingshui Sect said that the monster Jiaoyu was about to transform, and wanted to completely encircle Shen Yuhu into his territory, so they expelled the Qingshui Sect."

"The Qingshui Sect is clearly not a threat," Rong Cheng's eyes were heavy, and he said sleepily, "I'm worried that the monster will endanger the Silver Moon Sect. After all, this monster is not a kind person, and his appetite may not be growing..."

Lu Zhuoyu stopped bandaging the wound and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What do you want to do?"

Rong Cheng looked directly at Lu Zhuoyu: "The disciple wants to ask the young master to strengthen the defense of the Silver Moon Sect. Morally, there is no need to avenge the Qingshui Sect.

"Most of the sects are female cultivators with special physiques, and the cultivation of the monsters is extraordinary. If the transformation is successful in one day, and greed is a problem, I am afraid that they will be involved in the Silver Moon Sect."

"The so-called plan for a rainy day, please young master ten million-"

Lu Zhuoyu got up, took a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers: "You don't look like a furnace."

Rong Cheng raised his head with Zhan and said with a smile, "Young Master, I was Rong Cheng first, and Rong Cheng is like this."

"Young Master, please," Rong Cheng's pale lips curved slightly, his smile particularly bright, "I should pay more attention to my identity as an alchemist."

Different from what Hong Qin said, although the young master did not like monks with furnace physique, he was not an unreasonable person.

Lu Zhuoyu was startled.

Rong Cheng had just finished refining the True Yuan Pill, and was contaminated with a thin scent of medicinal herbs. As soon as he got close, he could know her identity as an alchemist.

It's still a young, less than 20 years old, the four -year -old pharmacist ... How can furnace Ding more expensive than a genius refiner?

Lu Zhuoyu lowered his eyes: "I know. When you refine the spirit, you can take a good spirit and take a good rest. When I finish other affairs, I will look at the magic." Although Lu Shaozhu has a bad temperament, the only advantage is that it is reliable.

Rong Cheng's heart was settled, and the tiredness suddenly swallowed her. She was exhausted. The most needed at this moment was not to regulate interest, but to sleep.

Rong Cheng slowly shrink into the quilt, and when he was in the pillow, he fell into a dark sleep.

Lu Zhuoyu stood beside the bed, looked at it quietly, put down a few bottles of elixir, then closed the door, and left the courtyard silently.

Rong Cheng slept for a day and night, until the early morning of the third day, Rong Cheng was awakened by the bright sunlight.

She covered her eyes for a moment, and then got up and closed her eyes to adjust the breath. Refining Zhenyuan Dan forced Rongcheng to forcibly cycle spiritual power. Although tired, it also brought some benefits -Rong Cheng's cultivation has risen a lot.

Rong Cheng also looked at the safety of the disciples of Li Shuizong. After washing, he changed his clothes and pushed the door of the courtyard to go out. The sun outside the courtyard was shining on Rong Cheng without cold, and Rong Cheng paused, and suddenly a feeling of the past.

Rong Cheng knocked on his eyebrows and murmured: "Am I ... shouldn't you be here? I always feel that it is very important."

Rong Cheng frowned for a long time. He couldn't remember what he forgot, and remembered the injuries of Lishui Zong, so he temporarily put aside this, and Royal Jian flew towards the courtyard of the disciple of Lishui Zong.

Rong Cheng's spiritual power was basically restored, but the wounds of the meridians were not good, and the speed of the royal sword was very slow.

The disciples who escaped from Qingshui Zong were crowded in a yard. Rong Cheng was full of people in the yard, in addition to the disciples of Qingshuizong, as well as Yin Yuezong.

In the crowd of crowds, Lu Shaoluo was conspicuous enough to make her pick her out at a glance.