Zhuo Junchen woke up from his slumber, the pain came back earlier than his senses, and he only felt that his whole body was as if he had been run over by a carriage, and the meridians in his body were damaged, which was no worse than the battle with Rong Yong at the beginning.

Under him was a high bed and soft pillow, although Zhuo Junchen was in pain all over his body, he could feel that he was being taken care of well, and the wounds on his body felt cool from being medicated. There was a faint medicinal fragrance coming from outside the door, Zhuo Junchen looked at the surrounding furnishings, it was quite familiar, it seemed to be a certain room on the elixir peak.

Master!

After Zhuo Junchen recognized this place, he suddenly remembered a scene, in the ice and snow, the master was dressed in white clothes and white hair, and there was a silver-white scar between his eyebrows, which seemed to be real and illusory.

According to his previous habits, before he woke up, Shizun would inevitably accompany him, but he was awake for a while now, but he didn't even see any trace of Shizun, which made Zhuo Junchen feel a little ominous in his heart. He struggled to sit up from the bed, and when Mu Zisu passed by with a wooden barrel, he saw him getting out of bed according to the wound, and hurriedly put down the bucket and ran over.

"Junchen, what are you doing, moving around when the injuries on your body are not healed?" Mu Zisu shouted.

Zhuo Junchen grabbed his shirt and asked eagerly, "What about the master?" His memory is still stuck in the time when Shen Hanfeng fell into the crater, and now that he has escaped death, what should the master do? Thinking that Shizun might be covered in bruises, Zhuo Junchen couldn't lie down at all.

Mu Zisu was dragged by him and almost couldn't get through, glancing at him and not letting go without giving an answer, Mu Zisu decisively reached out and poked the wound on Zhuo Junchen's body.

"Ahem." Zhuo Junchen snorted. Mu Zisu patted the placket of his clothes: "Now you know that it hurts?" ”

Zhuo Junchen's face was white, and there was no blood on his lips: "Zisu, don't mess around, tell me how my master is." ”

Mu Zisu sighed, seeing Zhuo Junchen's anxious appearance, he said honestly: "Senior Uncle Shen does have some injuries on his body, so this time he didn't wait for you to wake up and went to retreat." But don't worry, with my master here, Uncle Shen will definitely be fine. ”

Zhuo Junchen originally thought that no matter what, he would have to go to see his master and see it with his own eyes to feel at ease. It's just that the master is in retreat, and he really can't disturb him.

Mu Zisu had enough of his tangled look, and said, "You are so worried about Uncle Shen, you might as well worry about yourself first." I don't need to talk about the injuries on your body," Zhuo Junchen was silent, although he only took a rough look at the injuries in his body, he also knew that the injuries were miserable, "It just so happens that you are awake, so I don't have to carry you to take a medicinal bath." ”

Zhuo Junchen frowned and said, "Can't you let me take a look at the master first?" ”

Mu Zisu said a little helplessly: "If the injuries on your body are not well healed, it is unknown whether you can continue to cultivate in the future." So you'd better listen to me honestly. Besides, you look like you're covered in bruises, aren't you afraid that Uncle Shen will be sad when you see it? ”

Mu Zisu's question stopped Zhuo Junchen, and then followed Mu Zisu to the bathhouse without the slightest resistance.

There was a huge wooden barrel in the bathhouse, which was loaded by Mu Zisu on a stove, and the pitch-black medicinal juice in the wooden barrel was burned to the point of white foam.

"You wait, I'll pour these cool potions into it, you can go in and cool it down." Mu Zisu said, moving neatly with his hands and feet, he wanted to heal Zhuo Junchen's injury, but he didn't want to make this little perm ripe.

Stretched out his hand to test the temperature, but before Mu Zisu could say that it was a little hot, he saw Zhuo Junchen stepping in.

Mu Zisu: "Do you want to eat white cut meat?" ”

Zhuo Junchen asked him expressionlessly, "How long do you want to soak?" ”

Mu Zisu rubbed his forehead: "It depends on the effect, let's soak it for an hour first." ”

Zhuo Junchen nodded: "You go and do your business, don't worry about me." ”

Mu Zisu: "......" really doesn't want to care about him!

Thinking so in his heart, Mu Zisu still came a few times intermittently and added medicinal juice to Zhuo Junchen a few times. Looking at Zhuo Junchen's appearance of cultivating while soaking in a medicinal bath, Mu Zisu couldn't help but wonder if he should cut a few knives on Zhuo Junchen's body to taste faster.

Seeing his master, Zhuo Junchen was still a little anxious at first, but after being led by Mu Zisu to soak in a medicinal bath for seven days, Zhuo Junchen completely lost his temper. The wounds on his body are indeed strict, and after soaking for seven days, he only called the external injuries on his body to be closed, and there are still many small wounds on the meridians in his body, and every time he exercises, there is a kind of pain like a pinprick in his body.

Zhuo Junchen stood up from the medicine bath bucket, the white dirty clothes on his body were soaked in the medicinal juice and turned brown and black, Zhuo Junchen wondered, after soaking in the bucket for so many days, did he even have a black circle in his bones.

took the water that had been prepared on the side to wash the dregs of medicine on his body, changed into clean clothes, and waited for Mu Zisu to come over to diagnose his pulse. Who knew that Mu Zisu didn't wait, but Du Heng, who hadn't seen him for many days, somehow turned to the bathhouse.

"Uncle Du." Zhuo Junchen and Du Heng saluted in a proper manner, and his heart couldn't help but be a little excited. No matter how he asked about the current situation of Master Mu Zisu, Mu Zisu only prevaricated in a few words, and when he saw Du Heng today, there should be no one who knows the situation of Master Master better than Uncle Du.

Du Heng looked him up and down, probed his pulse for him, raised his eyebrows and said: "You are getting better quickly, and sure enough, the obedient one is easier to treat." ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Junchen's heart jumped, and he asked carefully: "Uncle Shi, I heard Zisu say that Shizun is in retreat now, how is his condition?" ”

Du Heng sneered, waved his hand and said, "Don't mention him, he still has a child's temper at such an age." Hiding in the wing room and refusing to see anyone, is it possible that I still want to beg him to show him his injuries? Retreat is to tell outsiders so that he will not lose an old face, and he is really used to not being treated when he is sick! On that day, Du Heng received the summons and brought a group of people back to bring the master and apprentice back. After Shen Hanfeng threw Zhuo Junchen and the Blood Branch White Jade Flower to Du Heng, he lived in the wing of the Elixir Peak, no matter how he looked for it, he just couldn't see him.

Zhuo Junchen was quite surprised, since he could remember, Du Heng was a rare person trusted by Shen Hanfeng, and Shizun had never made a move to hide illness and avoid medical treatment. The appearance of Shizun's white clothes and white hair appeared in his mind again, and Zhuo Junchen had a headache, and he couldn't figure out if this was just a dream he had when he was unconscious, or if he had really seen such a scene.

Seeing the change in Zhuo Junchen's expression, Du Heng pursed his lips and said, "Since you are almost good now, come with me to find your master." Let's see if Shen Xianjun, who doesn't give face to anyone, doesn't even give face to you, a precious apprentice. ”

Zhuo Junchen coughed a little embarrassed, but he was quite happy in his heart, and after thinking about it for many days, he finally found such an opportunity to meet his master. It's just that according to what Du Shibo said, the master didn't even see him, and whether the master was willing to see him, Zhuo Junchen was a little unsure.

Zhuo Junchen's wing room was arranged in the green grass hall, and Mu Zisu specially chose his next room in order to take care of him conveniently. The place where Shen Hanfeng lives is a separate residence independent of the Bicao Hall. This is a quiet place for Du Heng to enjoy, and no one is allowed to enter without his permission.

Although Zhuo Junchen often came to Elixir Peak, he never came to Du Heng's "Farewell Moon Residence". The size of the other residence was about the same as the mansion in their Frost Heaven Peak, and there was no road at the entrance, only a large lotus pond. Layers of lotus leaves spread all over the pool, and it is clear that it is not yet the season when the lotus flowers are in full bloom, but there are large pink flowers in the pool.

"Uncle Shi, how are we going to get over?" Zhuo Junchen asked. Opposite the pool is the main hall lobby, but this pool of lotus flowers is good-looking, and I don't think it looks like I can wade past.

Du Heng glanced at him, walked forward without saying a word, and stepped on the lotus leaf that looked fragile with soap boots, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but open his eyes. Although he knew that Uncle Shi would definitely not fall, he couldn't help but worry that the lotus leaf would break.

Du Heng saw his reaction, and casually picked a lotus pod and smashed it on the head of his nephew: "What are you doing slowly, don't come with me." ”

Zhuo Junchen caught the lotus canopy, and when he saw Du Heng stepping on the lotus leaf steadily, he hurriedly followed. The feeling of stepping on the lotus leaf is extremely wonderful, the soles of his feet are soft, but he can feel a supporting force, and he will not have the unstable standing condition he thought before.

"This is a thousand petals of the sunset, and it is a very spiritual flower. No one can pass from here without the approval of the owner, and if you sneak into this courtyard, the scent you smell will become the strongest drug. Du Heng explained casually, "I haven't even brought Mu Zisu in, it's really cheap for you two masters and apprentices." ”

Zhuo Junchen came back to his senses when he heard this, and asked, "Could it be that only the master came to the uncle's other residence in the past?" ”

Du Heng walked in front and replied without even looking back: "Not only is it your master who has come, even this lotus flower was given by your master." If anyone could come, would I be able to sleep peacefully? "Zhuo Junchen passed this lotus pond for the first time, and he had to be guided by Du Heng to the end.

Looking at the light purple back in front of him, Zhuo Junchen couldn't help but fall into deep thought. Although Du Heng's cultivation is not the top, he is one of the most famous healers and alchemists in the entire Shenque Continent. Elixir elixir, no monk will be unable to get along with these good things that save lives and heal injuries.

Zhuo Junchen has been entrusted to Du Heng since he was a child, because he just thinks that this master has excellent medical skills. Now it seems that Du Heng has his own style and bones in his gestures, and I heard Mu Zisu say that in the past, his master was also a romantic figure, and he did not provoke the female monks inside and outside the Xianmen.

It's just that after so many years, Du Shibo seems to only have a green eye for his master.

Shizun did say that he would not find him a teacher, but he did not say that he would not find him a teacher.

Zhuo Junchen thought about it, and his expression instantly became gloomy.