Take a Sigh

Shen Zhuo didn't sleep soundly this night, it was cold and hot, like falling into chaos.His thoughts were half clear and half chaotic, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to use his hands and feet, and unwilling to climb up.

In a daze, he felt that someone fed him a elixir, wiped his body, and relieved his pain.Shen Zhuo instinctively sticks it to seek comfort, delicate touch, trance bell sound, dreamlike.

In the early morning of the next day, the birds in the mountains woke up Shen Zhuo.The sky was bright outside the window, and the autumn rain did not stop. The wet birds fell on the window sill to comb their feathers.

Ling Shuangxue was not in the house, and there was a brand new set of clothes beside Shen Zhuo's pillow.The workmanship is exquisite, the color is elegant, the large area of ​​dark lines is covered, and the embroidery embellishment is just right.What's even more rare is that the formation is woven on the clothes, which is equivalent to a life-saving spirit treasure.

Ling Shuangxue is really kind to him, these years have been cheap counterfeit goods, Shen Zhuo thought sourly while getting out of bed and getting dressed.The pain from his wound has subsided, and it no longer affects his movement, but it will take some time to heal.Thinking of his bad body yesterday, Shen Zhuo's eyes were dark for a moment.

Superficial wounds are easy to heal, but internal wounds are more troublesome.However, Shen Zhuo is proficient in refining medicine, so it is not difficult to heal his injury.

The person who impersonated Shen Zhuo probably would not have thought that, thanks to him, Shen Zhuo had been to many places and practiced with many people. Not only did he not lose his ability in refining medicine, but he was also amazingly talented in cultivating Taoism.

The only problem now is that his body is too weak to support him in refining high-level elixirs, so he needs to start from strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence, and start over.

The birds by the window were calling for friends and chirping loudly.

Ling Shuangxue came in with a bowl of dark concoction, saw Shen Zhuo who was neatly dressed, his eyes were slightly bright, and said: "My eyesight is not bad!"

The implication is that Shen Zhuo looks good in it!

Shen Zhuo is physically strong, but he doesn't give people a burly feeling.The clothes Ling Shuangxue gave were slim, and he looked tall and neat when he wore them.Like a cheetah in the jungle, wild and vigorous, full of strength.

Shen Zhuo respectfully called Master, and Ling Shuangxue handed him the medicine.The smell of the hot concoction came out, and before Shen Zhuo drank it, he could smell a strong bitter taste, and he didn't need to think about how unpalatable it was.But he didn't even frown, took the bowl and drank it down.

There was a fishy smell in the bitterness of the medicinal liquid, Shen Zhuo quickly analyzed the medicinal ingredients in it, and his eyes showed strange colors.The fishy smell in the medicine is the blood of the nine-tailed demon cat. If he remembers correctly, it seems to be the treasure of the suzerain, and there are special people to take care of it on weekdays.

His master wouldn't kill the suzerain's cat to heal his wounds, would he?He can't afford this crime!

"What kind of eyes do you have?" Ling Shuangxue felt that she was being questioned, and her expression was displeased.The medicine he boiled was taken according to the prescription, and there was no problem.At most, he is not very skilled, wasting a few drops of cat blood, and the taste is almost the same.

Shen Zhuo smiled stiffly, and said euphemistically: "I just suddenly remembered, is the suzerain's cat okay?"

"I still have time to worry about cats. It seems that there is no big problem. I don't mind if you want to return to the teacher's school, but I have conditions. If you can't do it, I don't need to say more about what to do."

Ling Shuangxue sat by the window and poured tea for herself habitually, remembering that she hadn't changed the tea, she struggled for a while and put it back.It was rare for his apprentice to take the initiative to care about him, so he had to hold back.

Shen Zhuo already knew that Ling Shuangxue would not forgive him so easily, and he was already mentally prepared, so it was not surprising to hear this now.He listened intently, wondering what kind of test Ling Shuangxue would give him.

"In three months' time, you will not only participate in the Zongmen Grand Competition, but also get a ranking. After you complete this test, we will discuss the rest." Ling Shuangxue has his own plan, and he will give Shen Zhuo a general direction , so that he can achieve results in the shortest possible time.

The Huan Yue Xianzong's sect competition is held once a year, and there are no requirements for the contestants.The competition is divided into three categories, martial arts test, alchemy, and weapon refining.

Among them, the martial arts test is the most intense and bloody. It is a disguised personal grievance contest, which is quite like a life-and-death contest.There is no life or death in power, no punishment for hurting others.The reason for being so cruel is due to the rules of the sect.

The Huanyue Xianzong does not allow internal fighting, and the disciples can only learn from each other on weekdays, so far.If he injures his fellow disciples and kills them, and there is no justifiable reason, he will be punished for the injury.All kinds of grievances and grievances accumulated in a year are put on the Zongmen Grand Competition, only during this period, you can let go.

Shen Zhuo has offended countless people in the sect, and his participation in the competition is undoubtedly the cusp of the storm, and anyone who wants to kill him can do it openly.

This test is full of murderous intentions, if Shen Zhuo is not careful, he will fall into it.But if Shen Zhuo wins, the benefits he will get are immeasurable, the whole sect will change his mind, and he can also resolve part of the hatred and regain the support of others.

Not only that, the Shen family can also benefit from his fame.This is a new hope for the declining Shen family.

Seeking wealth and wealth, Shen Zhuo analyzed the stakes, and said: "It seems that the master has a lot of demands on me. I don't know if this ranking refers to the martial arts test alone, or to alchemy?"

In addition to cultivating Taoism, Shen Zhuo is also a pharmacist, and he can't be left behind in refining medicine.

Ling Shuangxue was stunned for a moment, and the next moment she said seriously: "I don't know much about refining medicine, you should ask my senior brother to see what he wants from you."

No, it was obviously forgotten.

The corner of Shen Zhuo's mouth twitched, Ling Shuangxue was a sword cultivator, he didn't know anything about alchemy, it was the first time in his life to decoct medicine for Shen Zhuo, before his master did all the medicine for him.

Even though Ling Shuangxue looked serious, Shen Zhuo could tell from the brief unnaturalness that he obviously forgot.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have such expectations for this person because of the momentary warmth. He really hasn't come back for a long time and is easily moved.Why doesn't he have a long memory? This person doesn't even remember that he is a pharmacist, and he has been training him in the direction of sword repair.

The person who taught Shen Zhuo alchemy on weekdays is the suzerain, and the person Shen Zhuo first apprenticed to is also the suzerain.If Ling Shuangxue hadn't come out halfway, drank his apprentice tea, and forced him, he would be the suzerain's closed disciple now.

The past is unbearable, Shen Zhuo doesn't understand why this person fell in love with him in the first place?Their Shen family is also a big family that has refined medicine for generations, and has little connection with sword cultivators. No matter how you look at it, it is more appropriate for him to worship the suzerain who is a medicine refiner.

Ling Shuangxue couldn't hear the broken thoughts in Shen Zhuo's heart, and said seriously: "It's not too late, you can go to see the suzerain now, and send his cat back by the way."

Ling Shuangxue robbed the suzerain's cat, and the little guy with the size of a man's palm was locked in a cage at the moment, with his ears all slumped due to grievance.

Ling Shuangxue offered to lend him a drop of blood, but his skills were not good enough, so the cat was stabbed twice for nothing.Seeing Shen Zhuo approaching, it roared angrily, bowed its waist and roared in a low voice, its fur exploded into a ball, its nine tails fluttered, and it bared its teeth at Shen Zhuo.

It is a spiritual monster, it can understand human language, and it knows that it is bleeding to save the man in front of it.The guy who hurt it, it must scratch his face.

Shen Zhuo didn't know that he was hated by Maoji, he only noticed that there were bandages on its front feet and a delicate bow tie.

"..."

Shen Zhuo couldn't describe his mood at this moment in words, he couldn't help thinking, if he brought the cat to the suzerain like this, would the suzerain slap him away?He probably won't be able to wait for the Zongmen Grand Competition three months later before being played to death by Ling Shuangxue.

To get a teacher like this is probably because of the deep karma in the previous life.