When Zhou Xi woke up, he found that he was still soaking in the pool, and the severe pain was still omnipresent. Zhou Xi wanted to climb up from the pool, but he didn't even have the strength to move his fingers.

Zhou Xi looked at the edge of the pool and found that Xiuzhu had disappeared. He was weakly soaked in the potion, and almost choked on the pods several times.

Zhou Xi exhausted his strength, so he barely sat cross-legged in the pool and carried the exercises, and with the entry of spiritual energy in his body, the pain was not so unbearable. I don't know what Xiuzhu did to him, Zhou Xi still doesn't have the strength to climb out of the pool.

In this way, Zhou Xi fainted and woke up in the pool, woke up and dizzy, and in the end, the severe pain made Zhou Xi's brain begin to fog.

Zhou Xi knew that he might die this time.

In the past, the people who came every day did not appear, and Xiuzhu did not know where to go, and he wanted to find someone to fish him out of the pool.

Zhou Xi was soaking in the pool, and he didn't know how long it took before he waited for Zhou Yuanyuan to arrive.

Zhou Yuanyuan waited for Zhou Xi to finish absorbing the medicinal power before he heard Zhou Xi say such a thing.

Could it be ······ The person who wanted to kill Zhou Xi wasn't the person who hugged Pu Dao? Is it the miscellaneous servant Xiuzhu?

Zhou Yuanyuan was a little confused.

The big bad guy she always thought was suddenly whitewashed by Zhou Xi, and Zhou Yuanyuan really felt a little ridiculous.

He Jingjing felt embarrassed after being swept halfway up the mountain by the sleeve of the Taoist in Jinping Peak. She got up from the ground, and didn't dare to look at the handymen who surrounded her, so she ran down the hill with her head covered.

After cultivating for more than a month, He Jingjing finally completed the qi induction into the body last night. As a freshly baked monk, He Jingjing has not learned any skills, but her legs and feet are much stronger than usual, and this time she runs, and the speed is very fast.

At the corner of the mountain road, a young man in green appeared. He Jingjing didn't stop her steps and bumped into it directly.

"Ouch~!" The young man was hit by He Jingjing and fell to the ground.

In this fall, the placket of the young man's clothes was half open, and a small jade bottle rolled from the young man's arms and fell to the ground.

He Jingjing was stunned for a moment, leaned over and picked up the small jade bottle that rolled down at her feet.

The young man's expression was shocked, and he didn't care about the blood scraped by the gravel on the mountain road when his hand fell, jumped up from the ground, grabbed the small jade bottle in He Jingjing's hand, and called anxiously in his mouth: "Give it back to me!"

He Jingjing subconsciously took a few steps back, just avoiding the young man's hand.

Seeing that the young man's face was pale, He Jingjing couldn't help shaking the bottle in his hand, and he could vaguely hear the sound of liquid shaking inside.

"This junior sister, this is a very precious thing, please return it as soon as possible. The young man hugged He Jingjing and pleaded.

"Cut~!What's so rare about a broken bottle? He Jingjing remembered that she had seen Wu Xiuyun once take out more than a dozen small jade bottles of different shapes from the storage bag, and she was not interested in the simple jade bottle with any pattern in her hand, so she raised her hand and threw it at the young man's body.

The young man was in a trance, he didn't expect He Jingjing to throw the small jade bottle over as soon as he raised his hand, so he had to hurry up. In a panic, the boy knocked the lid of the small jade bottle crooked.

The young man Hao Xuancai caught the bottle, but some of the liquid in the bottle poured out on the placket of his clothes. A burst of rich aura floated out of the young man's clothes and the mouth of the uncapped bottle, refreshing people's hearts, making He Jingjing eager to go up and breathe a few more times.

Seeing the liquid in the bottle poured out, the young man's face changed greatly, and after hurriedly plugging the cork, he didn't look at He Jingjing, and ran away with his head covered.

"Hey~!" He Jingjing screamed, she really wanted to ask, what was in the bottle, why did it smell so good? She took a sip and felt that the aura in her body was running rapidly, and after a few minutes, the aura quieted down.

After the boy ran some distance, he put the small jade bottle with the lid plugged back into his arms. He stretched out another palm and carefully pressed it on it.

The special fragrance on the placket has been lingering on the tip of his nose for a long time. A pile of sweat broke out on the young man's anxious head. If this smell is smelled, he will die today.

The young man was Xiuzhu, and while Zhou Xi was soaking in the medicinal juice, he took away the hundred-year-old chalcedony that Baopu Daoist had instructed him to add a drop of the medicinal juice every five or six hours. Xiuzhu's sister Xiaoyun is a three-spirit root who works as a handyman in Caixia Peak. Xiao Yun is well-behaved and clever, and his cultivation speed is fast, and he is only ten years old and is already a cultivator at the peak of the second layer of Qi cultivation. The peak lord red sleeves really like her very much. Because of this, Xiao Yun was hated, and three months ago, Xiao Yu was frightened when she was cultivating, and after her breath diverted, she scurried around in Xiao Yun's meridians.

Xiaoyun's meridians were damaged, and he couldn't cultivate after that. Every time the aura absorbed into the body is dispersed in the meridians, there is no way to transport it to the dantian.

After the red-sleeved real person took Xiaoyun's pulse, he sighed. In Xiaoyun's case, unless there is an elixir like hundred-year-old chalcedony, Xiaoyun can repair the cracks in the meridians. Otherwise, Xiaoyun would be wasted.

From a monk with a great cultivation prospect to a wasted person, the pain in Xiaoyun's heart can be imagined. What is even more painful than Xiaoyun is Xiaoyun's brother Xiuzhu. In Xiuzhu's heart, Xiao Yun was the monk in their family who was most likely to cultivate to the foundation building period. Xiuzhu and Xiaoyun's parents have no status in the family because of their poor spiritual roots, Xiaoyun has become like this, and Xiuzhu's heart can't accept it even more than Xiaoyun.

An elixir like a hundred-year-old chalcedony is impossible to find for a low-level monk family like the Xiuzhu family, and even if a monk is willing to take it out for auction, they can't afford it.

Just when Xiuzhu was worried, Baopu Daoren actually took out a bottle of hundred-year-old chalcedony for Zhou Xi to forge. After Xiuzhu and the others left, they couldn't resist the temptation in their hearts, took the chalcedony and ran to Caixia Peak.

Xiuzhu didn't dare to let people know that he stole the hundred-year-old chalcedony used by Zhou Xi, and secretly came to the place where his sister lived.

There are not many chalcedony in the small jade bottle, but there are also about a dozen drops.

Xiuzhu saw that after Xiaoyun took a drop of chalcedony, he crossed his knees and began to refine, and he didn't dare to go away, so he had to wait for Xiaoyun to finish refining the chalcedony. Compared with his own sister-in-law, Zhou Xi's life and death have long been thrown behind by Xiuzhu.

The aura in a drop of chalcedony, it took Xiao Yun three days to absorb it. This drop of chalcedony also successfully repaired the cracks in the Xiaoyun meridians.

Xiuzhu saw that her sister was fine, so she remembered Zhou Xi who was still soaked in the medicinal juice.