I dress up as a villain lady and you call me the light of righteousness?

For a time, the atmosphere turned into a business exchange, which was extremely harmonious.

Ni Chuanyun watched them bickering, with a gentle smile on his face, and interrupted: "Junior sister, put away your armor now. I'll take a look at your situation. If the backlog of injuries is not serious, we will start training you tomorrow. .”

"Ah."

Su Zuo had only received training in the apocalypse, and had not received training in the system of cultivating immortals. Thinking about it, he was still looking forward to it, which was completely different from the feeling he had when he was trained in the laboratory.

The black-leaf golden silk armor moved according to his thoughts, transformed into its original form and fell into Su Zuo's hands.

Su Zuo felt it, and there seemed to be no difference.

Putting away his armor, Su Zuo was about to speak.

When he opened his mouth, he immediately felt his internal organs churning and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood welled up in her throat like a lot of money. Su Zui subconsciously covered her mouth, and the bright red blood flowed between her fingers and the back of her hands.

She wanted to cry but had no tears.

He wouldn't have vomited blood and died before he even started practicing.

Ni Chuanyun narrowed his eyes slightly nervously and put one hand on her head. The influx of spiritual energy immediately made her feel much more relaxed. He removed his hand and said in a calm and patient voice, "Don't be afraid, junior sister. Master has already expected it. You are still young now. The bones are strong, and as long as the internal injuries are no longer accumulated and exploded, chronic diseases can be eradicated."

Yan Weiran repeatedly echoed: "Yes, yes, spit more."

Ni Chuanyun glanced over coldly, his threat clearly evident.

Yan Weiran was silent, and couldn't hold it in for a while before saying, "The injury will heal faster if you spit out the dead blood!"

He sells swords according to the occasion, right? !

Su Zuo wanted to laugh, but opened his mouth and more blood flowed out.

The pain spread from her internal organs, giving her the feeling that her internal injuries were deep and numerous, but it was not to the point of being unbearable, and it was far worse than the torture she suffered in the laboratory in her previous life.

Ni Chuanyun frowned when he saw the girl's heartless and miserable look. It was a bit difficult to judge for a moment. He didn't know whether to feed the pill in his hand, so he could only ask: "Xiaojiu, what are you doing now?" How does it feel?"

Su Zuo tentatively said: "Is it okay?"

There was a hint of helplessness in the eyes of the second senior brother, and he advised: "If it hurts too much, you have to tell me. Don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."

This little junior sister is too strong.

Yan Weiran said: "Don't be brave, Xiaojiu, there is no shame in saying it."

Su Zuo blinked and said, "I want to... lie on the ground."

Standing is too tiring.

The grass looks so soft.

Ni Chuanyun waved his hand, and a golden nanmu deck chair appeared in the courtyard. The cushion on the seat was exquisitely embroidered and soft in texture.

Before she could move, Su Zuo had been carried and placed on the recliner. She immediately laid down on Ge You peacefully. The chair was so comfortable to lean on, and she felt like an uncle.

"If the pain is not severe, I will give you the elixir later."

Ni Chuanyun explained, "If you don't want to suffer this pain, just eat it immediately. If there are some hidden wounds left, eating more heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the future is not a solution."

Su Zuo thought for a while and said half-deadly: "Wait, let's eat."

Although Su Zuo's breath was disordered, his spiritual veins and meridians were still stable when the injury broke out. If he took the medicine for the injury too early, it would inevitably leave hidden dangers.

She was lying on a recliner like a village elder, with two senior brothers standing beside her like bodyguards.

Su Zuo was trying to persuade her two senior brothers not to look at her, as she could take medicine herself.

Then he saw Yan Weiran lying down leisurely on the grass slope, with his arms behind his head and his legs swinging: "It's really comfortable to lie down."

Su Zuo looked at him.

Seventh Senior Brother: "Are you envious of me?"

Su Zuo: "A little bit."

After all, you don’t have to vomit blood.

The second senior brother took out a small bench from nowhere and sat down, with his long legs curled up and his arms resting on his knees. The imageless posture was in strange contrast to his tall figure.

He sighed: "It's rare to be so leisurely."

Originally, he had already planned to coax the little junior sister to take medicine, but what if the little junior sister cried out of fear of pain and collapsed? In the end, the junior sister only wanted a recliner.

He was so worried that he didn't know what to do.

Su Zuo, who was vomiting blood: "..."

She very much suspected that the second senior brother had used this posture when he burned the mountaintop and squatted on the top of the mountain to recite the rejuvenation formula.

Skilled, effortless, and down to earth.

Su Zuo started to lose focus again as he thought about it. The more he looked at the scenery, the more he liked it. He couldn't help but said: "Lan Yue Peak, the scenery is really good."

Yan Weiran said: "That's what Third Senior Brother carefully selected for you."

Ni Chuanyun smiled and said: "Although Xiaojiu is the ninth to start, the exquisiteness of the cave is definitely the first."

Su Zuo felt a little embarrassed when he heard this: "Huh?"

Yan Weiran was disdainful: "We don't stay in the cave a lot. We go to Juling Peak for training, and we leave the sect directly for training. It can take a year and a half, three or five years. Only little girls love these beauties."

Su Zui couldn't stand his duplicity, so he exposed it and said, "If you don't love me, don't look at it!"

The boy's eyes widened: "I'll just watch."

Su Zuo sneered: "Childish."

Yan Weiran: "Heh."

Su Zuo: "Heh."

Without saying "heh" twice, Su Zuo suddenly realized that she was much better and her blood was no longer bleeding. She sat up straight away.

Before she could speak, several pills flew to her mouth.

It melts in the mouth, and the fragrant spiritual current trickles into the limbs and bones, and the dull pain subsides almost instantly.

Su Zuo immediately wanted to cry, why did she have to suffer like this just now!

If I had known that taking medicine would be so quick, why would she want to take medicine while she was grabbing at the sleeves of the second senior brother?

"You can hold on longer than Master expected, little junior sister."

There was some relief in Ni Chuanyun's smile. It was rare for a child to be so worry-free. In the past, everyone had not been able to wear a tile for three days. If they were forced to suffer, they would wail until the sect's formation almost collapsed.

Yan Weiran thought for a moment and said, "Xiaojiu, I'm impressed by you, you really can bear it."

Su Zuo could only accept the praise with tears: "Don't envy me, sister is a steel warrior."

Yan Weiran: "Steel Warrior Wolf?"

The name of this monster sounds pretty cool.

Looks like he can fight very well.

Ni Chuanyun checked Su Zuo's spiritual pulse and said, "Xiao Jiu's spiritual breath has stabilized, but the injury has not fully recovered. The medical book says to rest for half a year..."

Su Zuo was about to say that half a year is a bit long.

no need.

The second senior brother continued to ponder: "Since you don't use your spiritual veins in the rookie competition, generally speaking, a month of training is enough."

"Is training for two months enough?" Su Zuo was a little panicked.

The rookie competition will begin in three months.

She didn't dare lie down for a month!

Ni Chuanyun: "Huh? Xiaojiu, you can rest for three days. There are still three months until the rookie competition, so there is plenty of time."

Su Zuo: "..."

Second Senior Brother, you should have told me earlier.

Half a year's sick leave turned into three days. All Ninth Domain disciples must be trained according to the standards of the Iron Wolf.

Yan Weiran: "Wow, three days."

Su Zuo almost thought he was mocking, but he was obviously envious, staring at the second senior brother, wishing that he would also give him a leave.

Ni Chuanyun raised his eyebrows: "What are you happy about, Old Seven? Tomorrow you will continue to go to the main peak to practice morning lessons. Master will personally supervise you."

Yan Weiran jumped up as if his butt was on fire: "Ah? Why Master?!"

Su Zuo chuckled.

Ni Chuanyun smiled, and his sense of superiority was vividly reflected: "I want to go to the Sutra Pavilion to select techniques and prepare to teach the junior sister, so there is no need to go."

It wasn't just Yan Weiran who was afraid of being personally coached by his master.

In fact, he is also afraid.

So he understands it too well.

He knew what to say to make Lao Qi even more desperate.

Yan Weiran almost knelt down and said with grief: "Second Senior Brother..."

"You can't leave me alone."

Crying like a funeral.

The program is very effective.

Su Zuo almost died laughing, and could only knock the wooden fish in his heart, Buddha forgive me.

The second senior brother was shouted at as if he was about to become an immortal in the next second. His face turned black and he kicked him with his foot.

The boy's face changed like turning a page in a book, his crying stopped suddenly and flew away quickly.

Only the laughter of "hey hey hey" was left.

……