The abandoned girl became an immortal and became the ancestor of the immortal sect

"Oh my god, Wu Xin Gu has been hiding in the world for many years, and has never participated in the Dao Dao Conference to show his strength. I didn't expect that he could control the dragon!"

"Sure enough, this kind of sect that doesn't show off anything is more powerful."

"I wonder if Wuxin Valley is recruiting new disciples. I really want to go!"

"The one wearing the mask must be the young master of Wuxin Valley. He's so awesome. He can actually control a dragon!"

Chacha: Bah, bah, bah, it’s him who controls the dragon, it’s clearly due to this Chacha!

So from that day on, the reputation of Wuxin Valley became even more prosperous among the Kyushu, even surpassing Wuji Sect's position in people's minds for a time, and it was unparalleled for a while.

Zhang Manyue heard the noise at the door and came out carrying a giant sword.

Behind him was a little Yuan Bao who was holding up a light feather sword and gesticulating in an elegant manner.

The first time Lu Nanzhi saw Zhang Manyue, his heart immediately skipped a beat.

If Young Master Wu Xin comes back with all his hair and tail intact, she doesn't have anything to worry about.

But now Young Master Wuxin is lying in her arms, his life or death uncertain.

If anything happened to Young Master Wuxin, Lu Nanzhi was really afraid that Zhang Manyue, the cold-faced and ruthless man, would chop her with a sword.

The monks who were watching the excitement saw the Venerable from Wuxin Valley coming out, and immediately wanted to step forward to introduce him.

But they obviously found the wrong person.

As soon as a few people took a step forward to show their intention to talk, Zhang Manyue's sharp eyes like sharp knives swept over them.

They shook unconsciously three times and instantly gave up the idea of ​​talking to each other.

Zhang Manyue walked up to Lu Nanzhi and immediately saw the three silver needles on Young Master Wuxin's head.

He glanced at Lu Nanzhi silently, then raised his chin and pointed at the door behind him.

Little Yuanbao's head poked out from behind Zhang Manyue.

"Zhizhi, Master Zhang asked you to take the young master in, and he will handle the rest."

Lu Nazhi nodded and helped Young Master Wu Xin through the door.

Zhang Manyue walked to the crystal coffin, took off half of his sleeves, wrapped the loose robe around his waist, then picked up the crystal coffin across his waist, stood firm and lifted the crystal coffin in one go.

The crowd watching the excitement immediately burst into exclamation.

This man is too strong!

And among all the exclamations, only a slobbering voice seemed so out of place.

"Shi-ha--hi-ha-"

Little Yuanbao saw the source of the sound at a glance.

"Sister Mengyue, why are you here? Hey - sister Mengyue, you are drooling!"

Li Mengyue quickly wiped her mouth and clicked her tongue.

"What do you know, little brat! This is called tears flowed from the corners of your mouth because of the beauty. Do you understand?"

The people around her immediately cast disdainful glances at her.

To be able to talk about lust in such a sober and refined way, this girl is really a big liar.

Little Yuanbao scratched his bald head and asked doubtfully: "Sister Mengyue, do you mean that my master is beautiful?"

"Of course it's beautiful!"

Li Mengyue held Xiao Yuanbao's hand warmly, but her eyes were glued to Zhang Manyue and never moved away for a moment.

She educated little Yuan Bao.

"Look at your master's muscles and these deep and shallow scars, tsk tsk tsk!"

"Beautiful men have exquisite beauty, and tough men also have rough beauty."

"Little bald man, you should have a pair of eyes that discover beauty like your sister!"

All Li Mengyue's words fell into Zhang Manyue's ears.

But even after hearing such outrageous words, the expression on Zhang Manyue's face remained unchanged.

He held up the crystal coffin and bowed three times to the golden dragon, then turned around and walked in the door.

"howl--"

After a dragon roar, the golden dragon slowly rose into the sky and finally disappeared from everyone's sight.

Li Mengyue immediately led Xiao Yuanbao into the small courtyard.

In the courtyard, Lu Nazhi was taken to a side room by Gu Tian, ​​and Young Master Wuxin was placed sideways on the couch.

Lu Nanzhi asked Gu Tian cautiously.

"Did he forcefully open his Dantian? Is the young master's condition serious now?"

Gu Tian looked at Lu Nazhi blankly, not understanding what she was talking about.

The next second, she reached out and pulled out the three silver needles from Young Master Wuxin's head.

"Ah!" Lu Nanzhi exclaimed, and his whole little face instantly turned pale.

Gu Tian covered her mouth and laughed, jokingly:

"Oh, if our young master knew that Miss Lu was so nervous about him, I don't know how happy he would be."

"It's just a pity that he is drunk. He will probably have to wait two days to fully sober up."

"Drunk?" Lu Nazhi blinked and looked at Gu Tian in confusion.

"How could he be drunk if he didn't drink at the auction?"

Gu Tian smiled and shook his head, "Our young master is not drunk, he is drunk with medicine."

Drunk...drunk?

Lu Nanzhi almost wondered if his ears had heard it wrong.

"You heard that right," Gu Tian could see the shock in Lu Nanzhi's eyes at a glance.

"My young master has been intoxicated since he was a child. As long as he drinks the medicine, he will be unconscious for three to seven days."

Lu Nanzhi immediately thought of the two bowls of soup that he had insisted on Young Master Wu Xin drinking.

Now she finally understood why Young Master Wuxin behaved so abnormally.

Gu Tian shook the three silver needles he took from Wu Xin's head.

"This is what he uses to forcefully wake him up."

"It's not for the purpose of forcibly opening the Dantian to increase cultivation."

"If it comes to the point where he is forced to break through his cultivation level," Gu Tian imagined the scene, then shook his head quickly, "then Kyushu is probably about to be finished."

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Nazhi looked at Young Master Wuxin who was lying quietly on the bed.

He must have heard Qin Yuan's words in his daze, and then he endured the dizziness and sleepiness and forced himself to wake up.

Lu Nanzhi felt guilty and grateful at the same time. It would be nice if she could be stronger, otherwise she wouldn't have to embarrass Young Master Wuxin and suffer this crime...

She suddenly remembered something and asked abruptly.

"Then what if your young master gets sick? You have to take medicine when you are sick, right?"

Gu Tian recalled it carefully.

"When I entered Wuxin Valley, the young master was already very old. I have never seen him suffer from any illness."

"But I heard the Valley Master say before that the Young Master was very weak when he was young and often had fevers and illnesses."

"I guess I just have to resist hard. I'll get used to it after carrying it. Later, when my cultivation level is high, I won't get sick so much."

Lu Nanzhi felt a touch of sadness in his heart.

Although she had to take care of herself when she got sick in her previous life, she could at least take herbal medicine to cure her illness.

Young Master Wu Xin can't even take herbal medicine, and he is also a poor person...

Gu Tian didn't know what she was thinking. He just assumed that she was still worried about the young master's safety, so he comforted her and said:

"Don't worry, Miss Lu. Our young master will wake up in less than two days. When he wakes up, he will come to find you."

As soon as Gu Tian finished speaking, she heard Li Mengyue's clear voice coming from outside the door.

"Look at the knife!"