The whole sect is full of villains, but the junior sister has a hole in her brain

Rong Jizhi glanced at her and said nothing.

Just when Chao Zhao thought he was going to fail again, he looked up and saw Rong Jizhi calmly cutting his palm.

The bright red blood was squeezed into his palm, forming a strong color contrast with the thin and fair skin.

Chao Zhao exclaimed: "Third Brother..."

There was no trace of pain on Rong Jizhi's face. He calmly put his bloody palm to Chao Zhao's lips and said, "Drink it."

"?"

Chao Zhao was immediately horrified, "Brother, even if I really have a problem with my brain, I won't suck your blood!"

Rong Jizhi: “…”

A hint of helplessness emerged in his always gloomy eyes, "My blood can prevent all kinds of poisons. Even if you insist on passing through that flower field, as long as you don't eat them all, you will be fine."

Upon hearing this, Chao Zhao choked.

She already has this image in front of Third Senior Brother, right?

First impression kills!

In the end, Chao Zhao carefully licked the blood that seeped out of Rong Ji's palm. It unexpectedly had a sweet smell that diluted the bloody taste.

She couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder you are willing to associate with these flowers and plants, you are almost turning into a fairy boy, even your blood is sweet."

"?"

After a few seconds of silence, Rong Jizhi understood what she meant, frowned and immediately drove her out.

Chao Zhao was kicked out of the room but was not discouraged. Instead, he smiled and waved goodbye to Rong Jizhi: "Then Senior Brother, I will come again tomorrow!"

*

On the second day, Chao Zhao did not go to find Rong Jizhi after practicing sword in the morning, because she remembered the instructions given by her second senior brother before he left - to go down the mountain to rescue her alcoholic master every few days.

Chao Zhao came to the market town at the foot of Zongqing Mountain and found the restaurant with familiarity.

Before she could even walk into the restaurant to look for someone, she was stopped by a lady selling buns nearby.

"Oh, isn't this the old drunkard's daughter?"

Zhao Zhao recognized her as the first person who spoke up to help her persuade him that day, so he stopped and asked obediently: "Auntie, what's wrong?"

Perhaps it was her innocent and well-behaved appearance that won the old lady's sympathy. She touched Chao Zhao's head and said in a warm voice: "My daughter, your dead father has a fixed room in the restaurant, so you don't have to run around so often, especially since your family seems to live at the foot of the mountain, right? Recently, Qingshan has been uneasy, so you should be careful..."

"Ok?"

Zhao Zhao blinked, "What happened in the mountains?"

"Well." The old lady waved her hand. "What else could it be? It seems that traces of monsters have been found. I saw a group of monks passing through the town today."

Monster?

Chao Zhao's eyebrows twitched. Now in the human race's territory, the demon race can be said to be an unforgivable existence. Once discovered, cultivators will come to encircle and suppress them.

He raised his head to look at his master, who was lying unconscious on a seat by the window on the second floor of the restaurant, and turned back to Zhao.

"Thank you, Auntie. I will pay attention when I get back."

She waved with a smile, then turned and left without hesitation.

Anyway, it’s impossible for a sword master to die from drunkenness.

On the second floor of the restaurant, Ji Wushe, who was lying on the table with messy black hair, slowly raised his head. He nonchalantly called the waiter over to clean up the wine jars piled on the table.

The drunkenness in his eyes only remained on the surface, and his eyes were clear.

Even the 'Forget the Green Mountains', which was said to make even monks immersed in the oblivion of the green mountains, had no effect on him. Instead, the more he drank, the more sober he became.

But he has been addicted to this lucid paralysis for so many years.

Watching Chao Zhao's upright and lively back walking towards Zong Qingshan, his voice seemed to be floating in the air: "The wine brewed by Junior Sister is still the best..."

*

Chao Zhao lost his target after entering Zong Qingshan.

Because her spiritual roots cannot be seen, she doesn’t know what realm she has reached now.

But there is a benefit.

When Chao Zhao's spiritual sense swept over, even a great being in the Mahayana stage could not detect it.

Because her cheap master had never discovered that she had used her spiritual sense many times to observe how the male and female protagonists in the master-disciple stories were in a tragic love relationship.

So Chao Zhao boldly released his spiritual sense to explore this area.

After a while, her spiritual sense gave the results of her investigation.

There is a group of monks in the northeast corner of Zong Qingshan Mountain. As for the monster mentioned by the old lady, Chao Zhao did not notice its existence.

Could it be that the monster’s cultivation level is higher than hers?

Chao Zhao frowned and flew directly on his sword to the vicinity of the team of monks.

She did not try to hide her aura, because in the eyes of that group of monks she was just an ordinary mortal.

but--

Chao Zhao made a mistake.

When she was surrounded by a group of sword cultivators, with swords pointed at them and they asked her, "Show your human form, you monster!", she was stunned.

She couldn't believe it and said, "Me? The demon race?"

They were all wearing the same uniform of their sect, and each looked very young and unfamiliar, obviously new disciples who had come down the mountain to gain experience.

A female disciple next to him couldn't help but say: "Brother, this woman has no spiritual power, she should be just a nearby villager..."

Before the leading disciple could speak, a group of sword cultivators behind him refuted: "Junior sister, you are wrong! How dare the villagers nearby go into the mountains alone, especially when they are so beautiful? It must be that demon tribe who has transformed to confuse us!"

Others followed suit and said, "Yes, yes! She must be a demon!"

Chao Zhao smiled wryly and said, "What's wrong? Are you attracted by my beauty?"

Unexpectedly, the monk who refuted immediately said: "Look, she really admitted it!"

"......"

Chao Zhao’s face was slightly grim, you are a bunch of simple-minded stinky sword cultivators!!!

"My fellow Taoists, you have misunderstood. I am a cultivator just like you."

"Cultivator? Then how come you don't have any spiritual power at all?"

Chao Zhao smiled kindly: "Guess, only two of you have established your foundation."

The two people who are building the foundation are the man and woman who are in the lead.

Hearing this, everyone present was stunned.

——People at a higher level can easily see the cultivation of those at a lower level.

At this time, the leading male monk spoke: "I am Zou Hua, this is my junior sister Wen Xueqing, we are disciples of the inner sect of Haomiao Mountain, may I ask who this young lady is?"

Vast mountain?

Chao Zhao glanced at them meaningfully. This was the sect that had always been ranked second in sword cultivation.

"Chao Zhao, envious of my clan."

"Xian Yu Sect?"

Zou Hua had a confused look in his eyes, and the other disciples also looked as if they had never heard of it.

Chao Zhao's mouth twitched, and he tried his best to save the reputation of his sect: "...Our sect is small and low-key, it's normal that you haven't heard of it. Zong Qingshan is our sect's headquarters."

"I see--"

Zou Hua suddenly realized, "No wonder I've never heard of a sect stationed in Zong Qingshan before."

Chao Zhao: "Let's get back to business. You said that a demon tribe came to Zong Qingshan? But why can't I sense the breath of a demon tribe?"

Wen Xueqing beside Zou Hua said, "Miss, you don't know that although the demons we are tracking are not very powerful, they are very good at hiding their auras and can evade even the hands of Nascent Soul cultivators."