Shizun's injuries were indeed very severe, and this Wei Shengming did not lie to him. In the next few days, in addition to taking a medicinal bath according to the time arranged by Mu Zisu every day, most of the time, Zhuo Junchen accompanied Shizun in the center of Beiyue.

Except for when Du Heng came to diagnose and treat, Shen Hanfeng would let Zhuo Junchen avoid it, and the master and apprentice stayed together the rest of the time. It's just that most of the time, Shen Hanfeng is either closing his eyes or sleeping.

The spirit of the master has become very bad, even when he is sober, he is also very sad. Zhuo Junchen was very worried about the situation of his master, but in private, no matter how he asked Du Heng, Du Heng looked like he was concerned about him. In addition to being anxious, Zhuo Junchen actually saved a lot of embarrassment. He didn't remember the charm on Taiyun Mountain very clearly, but he remembered the clear eyes of the master at that time.

Shizun avoided talking about this, most likely thinking that he was in a state of madness at the time, so he didn't take it to heart.

These speculations were put in Zhuo Junchen's heart, along with the matter of the micro-life of the master who was originally going to sue Master Sù. Now that the appearance of the master, saying this matter just made him worry a lot, Zhuo Junchen thought quite optimistically, he still has such a long way to go before the transformation stage, and there is no need to be too anxious about the matter of the micro-life.

Since that day, the micro-beings have not known what happened and have never appeared again. These days, Zhuo Junchen seems to have changed as a person, in the past he cultivated extremely hard, but now he has abandoned the habits of more than ten years, if he can not cultivate, he will not cultivate, and the netherworld whip in his body will not be touched. It's just that even so, his cultivation is still growing at a seemingly slow rate, and the aura in his body seems to be conscious, communicating with heaven and earth, and spontaneously functioning. Zhuo Junchen knew that this was mostly a ghost who was a micro-living ghost, perhaps he wanted to subtly transform his physical body into something more suitable for the demon race.

"Shizun is tired?" Zhuo Junchen put down the classics he was reading in his hand and looked at Shen Hanfeng who was sitting on the edge of the bed, the tired look between Shizun's eyebrows looked a little heavier. Because he was worried about the matter, Zhuo Junchen privately asked Mu Zisu to borrow a lot of medical books related to the demon clan. The demonic qi on his body was something that Mu Zisu had known for a long time, so he didn't have any doubts. In order to avoid the boredom of the teacher, Zhuo Junchen would occasionally pick out some irrelevant chapters and read them to the master.

Shen Hanfeng held his spirit, but his eyes couldn't help but droop: "It's okay, if you are not tired, continue to read." ”

Zhuo Junchen sighed in his heart and walked to the side of Shizun's bed. The robe was originally just draped on Shen Hanfeng's shoulders, Zhuo Junchen took it off casually, and helped Shen Hanfeng to lie down: "Since the master is tired, let's have a good rest." Dusty stood by the side. ”

Shen Hanfeng raised his eyes slightly to look at him, nodded and closed his eyes. Zhuo Junchen pressed the corners of the quilt for him, listening to the sound of Shizun's breathing gradually becoming steady and long, and his eyes unconsciously lingered on Shizun's sleeping face.

In the first few days, Zhuo Junchen found that whenever someone was around, Shizun always couldn't sleep well, and the slightest movement would wake up extremely keenly. Now I don't know if I'm used to the situation around him, Shizun can sleep quite peacefully, and his mind is clearer when he is awake.

Stretched out his hand to carefully brush away a strand of sideburns blocking his forehead for Shizun, but Zhuo Junchen accidentally stroked Shizun's forehead. The skin of the tentacles is warm and smooth, like a fine warm jade, and the slightly messy white hair around him is scattered, which makes the master's face more delicate and pale. The long eyelashes cover the usually clear and indifferent eyes, and two small shadows flow under the eyes.

Zhuo Junchen knew that his movements were out of line, but the touch on his hands was too good, and his fingers couldn't help but slide down Shizun's eyebrows. From the beautiful eyebrows and eyes, to the high bridge of the nose, to the bright red and gorgeous lips...... When his fingers stroked the delicate and beautiful Adam's apple around Shizun's neck, Zhuo Junchen's movements stopped.

He withdrew his hand, and was shocked to realize that his breathing had become very rapid. Zhuo Junchen looked at his master's defenseless appearance, and felt a little self-disgust and self-blame in his heart. Just as Wei Shengming said that day, the master was so good to him, but he had some thoughts about the master that he shouldn't have, which was completely blasphemy and defilement of the master.

With his fists clenched, Zhuo Junchen closed his eyes and expelled all the thoughts in his mind. He got up to go out and calm down, but the half-hidden door was suddenly pushed open. Du Heng pushed the door in, glanced at his nephew with a strange expression, and then stood up and looked at Shen Hanfeng who was asleep on the bed: "Is your master asleep?" Looks like I didn't come at the right time. Shen Hanfeng didn't feel so relieved of him as he did to Zhuo Junchen, even if he slept deeply, Shen Hanfeng would wake up after he took a few breaths in the door.

As he spoke, Zhuo Junchen looked at Shizun's brows and frowned, and when he opened his eyes, he immediately sobered up for a moment of confusion in his eyes.

"Master, Uncle Shi is here." Zhuo Junchen said in a low voice. Shen Hanfeng nodded, when he first woke up, he looked much better, and he didn't need the help of others, so he put on a white robe by himself.

Du Heng didn't talk nonsense like them, and sat on the edge of the bed to see Shen Hanfeng's situation today. Zhuo Junchen retreated silently, leaving enough space for Du Henghe and Shen Hanfeng.

Watching Zhuo Junchen carefully close the door, Du Heng's eyes flickered. When he came just now, he happened to see Zhuo Junchen's actions towards Shen Hanfeng clearly from the crack in the hidden door. After Zhuo Junchen stroked Shen Hanfeng's face, the expression on his face changed from greed and love to remorse, and naturally it also fell into his eyes. This is by no means a disciple's admiration and admiration for his master, but rather like a deep love between Taoist couples.

Du Heng understood this kind of look, but he was even more frightened. If this matter is known and publicized by someone with a heart, there is no need for that person to do anything more, it will be enough for Shen Hanfeng to be ruined.

Although Shen Hanfeng was not in good spirits, he did not become sluggish because of this, and he noticed that Du Heng was a little strange: "Du Heng? ”

Du Heng came back to his senses, let go of his hand and said, "I've seen a little better today, but it's better than nothing." I pondered a recipe last night that might be of some use to your injury, but a few herbs are missing. I have already asked Zisu to go to the disciple hall to ask, and it won't be long before there should be news. ”

Shen Hanfeng thought that he was thinking about the prescription before he lost his mind, so he didn't ask too much. Zhuo Junchen, who had been waiting outside the door, listened to this sentence. On weekdays, Du Heng would put a ban on the room, but today he forgot about it when his mind was confused.

Du Heng was the master of the first peak, so he didn't have so much time to be by Shen Hanfeng's side, and after visiting, he left in a hurry. Before leaving, Du Heng also instructed Zhuo Junchen not to forget to ask Mu Zisu for medicine. Although there are new prescriptions, the old ones cannot be left behind until the herbs are found.

"Zisu, how about Uncle Shi let you find those flavors of medicine today?" After Zhuo Junchen came back from Bieyueju, he knocked on Mu Zisu's door.

Today is just in time for the day of the battle peak ranking, and there are not a few disciples who come to the elixir peak, and Mu Zisu is also busy enough. Hearing Zhuo Junchen ask, Mu Zisu thought for a while before remembering this matter.

Mu Zisu said: "The steward of the disciple's hall checked the treasury, but he found several medicines, but he lacked a phoenix tail glazed grass. Seeing Zhuo Junchen frowning, Mu Zisu explained, "Since the day the phoenix tail glazed grass is picked, the medicinal effect can only be maintained for half a month, and there is no way to store it. Moreover, this phoenix tail glazed grass has extremely high requirements for the place where it grows, which is already rare, and the master has named it for more than a thousand years, and it is normal that the peak cannot be taken out. ”

Zhuo Junchen said: "In the master's prescription, can't this flavor of fairy grass be replaced by something else?" ”

Mu Zisu shook his head: "I read the prescription of the master, the phoenix tail glazed grass is the main medicine, and the medicinal effect is quite peculiar, anyway, I can't think of any kind of spirit grass that can replace it." ”

Zhuo Junchen's heart sank even more, Mu Zisu had Du Heng's careful tuning and teaching, and his knowledge in pharmacological matters was quite good. Du Shibo knew that the phoenix tail glazed grass was extremely rare, but he still prescribed this flavor medicine, which was probably extremely important.

Seeing that he was depressed, Mu Zisu patted him on the shoulder and explained, "You don't have to worry so much, there will always be a way." Anchovy glazed grass is only rare, and the medicinal effect is actually very chicken, and traces will always be found. ”

As he spoke, there was a few knocks on the door, and a smiling voice asked, "Two junior brothers, I'm disturbed." ”

The two of them looked up, and at the door, Zhan Baichuan and Lian Xinhong were standing, and it was Lian Xinhong who had not seen him for many days who spoke.

In case someone couldn't find him, Mu Zisu didn't close the door when he entered, and even Xinhong and the others didn't know how long they stood at the door before interrupting them.

Mu Zisu was already extremely familiar with the two of them, and said with a smile: "The two senior brothers have already returned?" It can't be that he just came back and went to the battle peak, right? ”

Zhan Baichuan and Lian Xinhong glanced at each other, and the two entered the door together, and they spontaneously sat down around the table without Mu Zisu greeting them, and Lian Xinhong poured himself a cup of tea.

"But no, I came back in the dust, and I didn't even have time to change my clothes, so I was dragged onto the competition platform by Senior Brother Zhan, and I hung up the colors." Saying that, Lian Xinhong raised his hand, and his left hand was wrapped in a few circles of gauze, and there was faint blood streaks.

Mu Zisu's room is always equipped with a medicine box for wounds, and Lian Xinhong's action in treating his wounds is extremely neat: "This injury has been for a long time, and even Senior Brother, have you been on the competition platform for so long with your injuries?" ”

Lian Xinhong waved his hand and said: "The injury on the left hand does not hinder the sword." Besides, the sect is just recently, and I haven't talked to anyone for so long, and my gestures are getting rusty. ”

Mu Zisu snorted and didn't speak, he naturally didn't understand why these Zhan Feng disciples were so fanatical about fighting.

Even Xinhong didn't say anything, and turned his head to Zhuo Junchen, who had been silent for a long time, and said, "Senior Brother Zhuo seems to be extremely depressed, do you need Senior Brother to explain it?" ”