Fast Travel: Those Years of Saving Destiny

Rong Luo didn't know anything about these things in the Xu Mansion. At this time, she was sitting in the cave and looked at the compensation that Xu Zhuo specially sent over. She smiled lightly and said, "If this can eliminate the guilt in your heart, it will be fine." It’s okay.”

In one sentence, Xu Zhuo felt guilty and ran away. It was a pity that the man who once made Rong Luo's heartbeat could no longer make her trance, but the compensation was sent to Rong Luo's heart.

Although spiritual plants are valuable, Rong Luo prefers the botanical garden in the storage ring and the room full of spiritual stones. Having these is equivalent to an inexhaustible treasure trove in the future.

Using spiritual power, Rong Luo planted all the botanical gardens in the storage bracelet with spiritual plants, and then counted the spiritual stones in the room before continuing to practice in seclusion.

Time flies, when Rong Luo came out of seclusion again, it was already fifty years later, and the open space outside her cave was already covered with weeds higher than her head. When she opened the door and looked at the desolate side in front of her, Rong Luo didn't need to I guess no one has been here in these years.

He rummaged through the storage ring and found a sickle that he had used as a child. Rong Luo gathered all his cultivation and started weeding.

Cutting the grass, tying up, and turning the soil, some of the movements made Rong Luo's body sore and weak. He couldn't even lift his arms, let alone bending his waist for several days. The sour feeling of standing up was simply indescribable. Express it in words.

However, this kind of exercise also calmed down Rong Luo's impetuous heart when she came out of seclusion. If Rong Luo before seclusion was a slightly sharp knife, then now she is already a restrained knife, ordinary on the surface but Its power can only be realized by being in it.

And after successfully entering the early stage of Nascent Soul, Rong Luo has a deeper understanding of cultivation. The obsessive love she once had is no less than a joke to her now. Looking back now, Rong Luo wants to slap herself at that time. , can men be better than cultivators? You must know that men will only affect the speed of your own cultivation, and only through cultivation can you improve yourself and allow yourself to walk freely in this continent of cultivation that is full of blessings and misfortunes.

Is it possible that everything in the world can't stand up to the intrigues trapped in a small courtyard?

He shook his head and sighed, for his original body and for himself.

But after sighing, Rong Luo couldn't help but patted his forehead. He was originally a love brain, but she was not, so why did she sigh for herself? Rong Luo didn't understand, but he might as well put the problem behind him immediately and left Shi Shiran down the mountain. Of course, he didn't forget to leave a letter to Patriarch Xu Lan before leaving.

But now that he is going down the mountain, Rong Luo, as a disciple of the sect, still remembers his responsibilities as a disciple. The fact that the sect has raised you means that when you have the ability, you must also nurture the sect. Firstly, it is for training. Secondly, it was also to increase the sect's sense of belonging. Thinking of Rong Luo's footsteps when he reached the middle of the mountain, he immediately changed his direction.

Walking all the way to the mission hall, Rong Luo reported his name and received the mission of going deep into the Red Sun Forest to pick spiritual plants and eliminate monsters. After receiving the mission card, Rong Luo thanked the responsible outer sect elder before leaving.

However, before leaving, he was stopped by the other party, "Uncle Master is now at the early stage of Nascent Soul. There is no risk of entering the Red Sun Forest. However, Senior Brother Xu also went here before, and he is now at the late stage of the Golden Core." cultivation level."

Hearing Xu Zhuo's name again after fifty years, Rong Luo raised his eyebrows, looked at the other person's smiling face, smiled and said, "I have already made peace with him, so this nephew does not need to worry. In addition, I remember that the sect has a rule that disciples are not allowed to fight. If something happens, they can go directly to the martial arts field or the duel field, so you don’t need to worry."

Rong Luo said it very frankly, but Xu San, who came to remind him, blushed with embarrassment and apologized quickly, "I'm sorry, but I've been too troublesome. Please don't blame me, uncle."

"It doesn't matter." Rong Luo shook his head and turned to leave.

After three steps, he still reached the foot of the mountain. He looked back at the sect towering in the mountains behind him and the majestic plaque. Rong Luo smiled indifferently, waved his sleeves freely, and then turned around and moved a hundred miles away.

After sending Rong Luo off, Xu San, the elder of the outer sect, also quickly reported Rong Luo's departure and the conversation between the two back to the Xu family. Since there were also inner sect disciples watching at that time, Rong Luo was immediately concerned about Rong Luo's departure. Xu Zhuo's attitude also let everyone know that this person had really given up.

Xu Zhu on the Alchemy Peak also learned about this from the chats of her disciples. Now that she has grown up, she also understands what happened back then, and has a clearer understanding of her mother's identity, but Xu is a perennial Going smoothly, Xu Zhu didn't feel at all that his mother was wrong in interfering. Instead, he felt that Rong Luo's words and deeds meant to step on Xu Zhuo and his mother, and he couldn't help but darken his face for a moment.

The other people chatting took a sneak peek at the change in her expression, and couldn't help but curl their lips.

Such unabashed actions also made Xu Zhu feel even worse. When refining the pills, he became distracted frequently, so much so that all the potions of pills were scrapped.

Looking at the dark pile of ashes in the alchemy furnace, Huo Zhenjun's face was so dark that he almost caught up with the ashes, and he immediately scolded him sharply.

And such a rebuke was no less than a knife stabbed into Xu Zhu's fragile soul. Although he knelt on the ground respectfully to admit his mistake, his eyes were full of disdain. Even if he lowered his head, Zhenjun Huo could feel it. , looking at such a disciple, Huo Zhenjun couldn't restrain his explosive temper, "Since you look down on me as master, you'd better not call me master in the future. You are from a noble family, so I think there should be someone in the house to teach you." , There is no need to come back after coming down the mountain today." He waved his hand and sent Xu Zhu away from the Alchemy Peak.

The remaining disciples looked at the empty seats and were all silent. The cave was very quiet. Fortunately, although Lord Huo had a bad temper, he did not implicate innocent people. He immediately dismissed the disciples and went to the head hall.

The main hall of the head of Chongxu Sect

Chong Xuzi, who had just made tea and had not taken a sip, heard the sound of footsteps rushing outside. He sighed in his heart. He put down his tea cup and looked at the door of the hall. He saw the angry figure of Lord Huo Zhen, and he felt helpless. "Junior brother, who is provoking you again? Ancestor Xu Lan recently went to the back mountain, and nephew Chen Zhuo also went down the mountain to do a task. It is even less likely that other people will offend you. Why are you so angry? .”

Chong Xuzi counted all the troublemakers on his fingers, but he couldn't figure out who would offend the grumpy Lord Huo.

Huo Zhenjun sat on the chair angrily, took the tea on the table and drank it all in one gulp, as roughly as a cow drinking water, which made Chong Xuzi feel very distressed, "You drink slowly, this is a serious matter." It’s such a good fairy tea that I can’t even bear to drink it.”

The angry Lord Huo remained unmoved. Instead, he drank more and more wildly. Finally, he gave up the tea cup and directly picked up the pot and drank.