I rely on thousands of fans to improve my cultivation

At dusk, the slanting sun is like blood, and the carmine-colored rays cover the western sky, like a layer of gorgeous veil. The birds returning to their nests are calling for friends in the forest, and when they flutter their wings, they cause the branches of the trees to tremble in a small area .

The herb garden of Wuyi Sword Sect maintains its usual tranquility and serenity.

Except for someone who was covering his little finger with a small cut and howling. "Ah, it hurts so much! Senior brother, you have to save me. Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, it hurts so painful!"

Fang Baiyu, who accompanied him to the side, had already had black lines on his face, and turned his head to the side, trying to clear his relationship with this dramatist who made a big fuss.

Who is this showman?have no idea!He does not know!

Things go back to after lunch.

While Ling Yan was practicing swords in the back mountain with Fang Baiyu, he was thinking about what other places similar to the cafeteria in Wuyi Sword Sect could he use to improve his cultivation.

With one mind and two tasks, he was soon defeated by Fang Baiyu.

"What are you thinking? You are so serious about running away!" Fang Baiyu sheathed his sword and approached Ling Yan.

"Ah? It's nothing." Ling Yan said absent-mindedly, sheathing his sword in the same way, his fingers passed in front of his eyes, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a bright red line.

This is……

It turned out that when he was not paying attention just now, his finger was scratched by the sword energy with a small cut.

A spark of inspiration suddenly broke out in Ling Yan's mind, like the sky was bright.

"I'm going to the herb garden." With a serious face on his face, he showed Fang Baiyu his scratched little finger, "I was seriously injured."

"..."

Fang Baiyu said: "If you want to touch porcelain, just tell me! At worst, I will wash your clothes for you tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow."

No matter what, Ling Yan still insisted on going to the herb garden to see a doctor and take medicine. Fang Baiyu had no choice but to go with him, complaining as he walked, "Go, go! Go and take medicine! You should take medicine properly!"

The herb garden is the place where Wu Yi Jianzong grows medicinal herbs, researches elixirs, and treats doctors and prescribes medicines for his disciples. It is usually deserted and deserted, because cultivators are strong and strong, and they are not easy to get sick. Minor ailments, such as fever and cold, will not be cured at all. come over.

Ling Yan may be the first "patient" who came to see a doctor in the herb garden in the past six months.

After they arrived at the herb garden to explain the situation, the gatekeeper immediately led them to the lounge for a rest. "The pharmacist will be here later." After saying this, the guard disciple turned and left.

Ling Yan usually didn't come to the herb garden very often, but when he came today, he realized that all the disciples in the herb garden were wrapped in white robes, even their heads and feet were covered under the snow-white robes, only two dark eyes were exposed .

When speaking, the voice is steady, the tone is mechanical, without the slightest emotion, it is more like a robot than a system.

The lounge was extremely quiet, and even the rustling of the bamboo curtains could be heard very clearly. Ling Yan half-lyed on the bamboo bed, looking at the scene in the garden through the small hole in the carved pear wood window.

The white-robed disciples were busy working in several medicine fields, sometimes bending down and sometimes getting up, without communicating with each other, not even making eye contact.Some disciples in white robes were walking in the winding corridors with trays, their short boots landed erratically, silently, like ghosts.

Ling Yan suddenly felt a chill behind him, he felt that he was not in the herb garden, but in a cold mortuary full of weeds, with ghosts wandering around.

He subconsciously rubbed his arms through his sleeves, trying to rub off the goosebumps.

how can that be possible?He thought to himself, this is the realm of comprehension?How could there be ghosts?

Ah, no!It seems that it is not surprising that there are ghosts in the cultivation world.

Ling Yan almost got himself involved.This is one of the orthodox sects in the realm of comprehension—the Wuyi Sword Sect!Shady things like Ghost Cultivator, no matter how you think about it, it is more reasonable to be in the Demon Cultivator Sect!

Thinking of it this way, Ling Yan immediately felt relieved.

Not long after, the crisp sound of bells came from outside the lounge.

"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."

From far to near, and finally stop at the gate.

A man in white robes opened the door and entered. He was dressed in a snow-like robe that was the same as the others. From head to toe, the decorations were similar to the others, except for a silver bell tied around his waist.As he walked, the bell swayed from side to side, making a pleasant knocking sound.

For some reason, as soon as the bell rang through the door, Ling Yan felt the chill in the air subside a lot.In an extremely quiet space, a little lively and popular voice can always make people feel more at ease.

Ling Yan attributed this to psychological effects.

"Which one of you is injured?" the white-robed man asked.

"he!"

"I!"

Fang Baiyu pointed to Ling Yan who was half lying on the bamboo bed, and Ling Yan pointed to himself.

"Where is the injury?" the white-robed man asked again.

Ling Yan raised his little finger and showed him the little scrape that was not much longer than a fingernail.

Fang Baiyu silently supported his forehead.Shame!

Half of the white-robed man's face was covered, only a pair of eyes were exposed to the air, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.But it was just those eyes that Ling Yan forcibly saw a bit of ridicule.

"No big problem, don't be too nervous." The white-robed man suppressed a smile and said, "Just apply a little ointment. It's best not to touch the water at night, and the scab will heal tomorrow morning."

"Okay." After realizing it, Ling Yan also lowered his head in embarrassment at this moment.Shame!

At the beginning, he just had a brain twitch, and wanted to come to the herb garden to improve his cultivation, but once he got here, he found that there was a strange atmosphere everywhere, and the disciples looked lifeless, and most of his joking thoughts had already been put away.

The white-robed man took out a white porcelain medicine bottle from the drawer next to it, and took out a clean silk handkerchief, dipped a little ointment and applied it to Ling Yan's wound.

The ointment is cool, and even Ling Yan's little finger is also cool.

Ling Yan looked down at the movements of the white-robed man and thought: Since he has already lost face, it can't be that he has nothing to gain, even a little bit of cultivation, right?

So, he suppressed his shame that was about to explode, and said to the white-robed man in a tone of lovelessness: "I am really grateful to senior brother. Without senior brother's treatment, I don't know how long it will take for my small wound to heal. I really appreciate it." I really like senior brother." (Stick Reading)

At this moment, the white-robed man had already applied the ointment, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes collided with Ling Yan.

They were a pair of young and gentle eyes, with long black eyelashes and dark red pupils, which did not make people feel scary, but only felt soft and peaceful.In those eyes, Ling Yan seemed to see the blood-colored Bana flowers all over the mountains and plains blooming enchantingly, the scene was extremely beautiful, the Huangquan River was flowing slowly under the Naihe Bridge, and the dead souls were sleeping with their eyes closed on the river bed.

Death is the ultimate peace, and the eyes containing death are the most beautiful tenderness.

"Brother, your eyes are very beautiful." Ling Yan couldn't help saying what was in his heart.

The white-robed man was taken aback, and said with a smile in his voice, "Thank you."

By the way, where is Fang Baiyu?Ling Yan turned his head and found that his friend had fallen asleep lying on the table! ! !

Ling Yan: ...

Just for a short while, to be able to fall asleep?Ling Yan said he couldn't understand.

Jumping off the bamboo bed and waking Fang Baiyu up, Ling Yan thanked the white-robed man again, and then left with Fang Baiyu.The white-robed man escorted them all the way to the door.

"No more." Ling Yan said sincerely, "I'm really bothering Senior Brother today."

The white-robed man then stopped at the door, watching their figures drift away, and finally disappeared into a small black spot in the distance.

The evening breeze blows through the bamboo forest around the herb garden, and the bamboo leaves rub against each other, making rustling sounds like rain and waterfalls.Many white-robed disciples in the medicinal herb garden seemed to have sensed it, and they all stopped their movements, and their dull black eyes looked in the direction of the door in unison.Their bodies gradually became transparent, and finally they were blown up by the wind like sheets of translucent thin paper, gathering in the same direction, overlapping and merging continuously.

All the disciples in the garden melted into the bodies of the white-robed man at the door, and the huge herb garden was empty, with no second figure to be seen.

If Ling Yan had witnessed this scene, he would definitely be able to realize that the people in the garden were actually the incarnations of the white-robed man in front of him.

Just at this time, the elder of Wuyi Sword Sect's inner sect flew over with his sword in the air, and when he landed, he bowed respectfully to the person in front of him, and said: "Elder, the suzerain has an invitation."

The white-robed man chuckled with his hands behind his back, his loose robe flapping in the wind. "I have something to do here and I can't get away. How about the suzerain come to my herb garden to discuss matters?"

Elder Wang used the sound transmission Lingyu to send news to the suzerain. "Also." Elder Wang said while reading the suzerain's reply, "The suzerain said he will be there soon."

The head of the white-robed man nodded slightly.

"What are you looking at?" Elder Wang asked, looking towards the direction the white-robed man was staring at, his eyes gathered spiritual power, his eyesight expanded in an instant, and even the patterns of leaves hundreds of meters away could be clearly seen, so naturally he could see clearly Two outer disciples who were walking and fighting within a thousand miles.

"Isn't this the child you picked up Jianzong back then?" Elder Wang said, "I didn't expect to grow so big. I remember that he was only the size of a watermelon at the beginning, wrapped in swaddling clothes, crying loudly, crying loudly. The quarrel is so annoying that no one can coax you. The only thing I have to do is not cry when I see you."

Thinking of the past, the white-robed man couldn't help laughing: "He was obviously scared back then."

Elder Wang also laughed, and the furrow-like wrinkles on his face became more and more obvious. "It's good to be scared! If you are scared, you will grow up."

The white-robed man was silent.

"Do you want to accept him as an apprentice now? In the selection process for the outer sect to enter the inner sect in a few days, I can communicate with the other elders and let him take advantage of the opportunity to worship under your sect. Believe it, it's just such a small thing, They must be willing to help, and the suzerain will turn a blind eye." Elder Wang suggested, holding the sound transmission jade in his hand, and prepared to contact several other inner sect elders.

"No need," the white-robed man refused, "my way is not suitable for him. I may be the only person in the world who is suitable for practicing it. I can just watch him quietly like this." The white-robed man's eyes The faint brilliance of the dark night emerges, which is incompatible with the magnificent sunset glow of the surrounding evening.