A hard-won little secret.

Glutinous rice works very hard to protect her little secret. This time, she didn't get too excited to try all the leaves of the seedlings. The experience of wandering outside all the year round and the life in the mountain gate for this year have taught her patience. Faced with an almost sudden surprise, she was not carried away by this.

She was very careful and careful, and every night when she meditated, she plucked a blade of grass from her body, and then tested whether those blades of grass could produce a large amount of spiritual energy from the dantian.

The results of the experiment surprised Nuomi very much, she was able to cultivate smoothly now, but it was only a short time, but she felt that her true yuan power seemed to have been trained a lot rougher, and even her cultivation had improved a lot, as if she was about to improve again.

She had spent more than half a year trying to break through the first layer of the light opening period, but now she was able to run smoothly after Zhou Tian, and the time for this improvement was actually shortened a lot.

Since discovering the secret of the blade of grass, she has not taken much pills. The elixir produced more aura, but she couldn't fully absorb it now, and some of it was wasted. Those spiritual qi were not generated from within the dantian, and she couldn't let the little black ball temporarily leave the dantian and let her run Zhou Tian to cultivate, but she was more willing to save those pills and secretly give them to Senior Brother Zhuzi.

It's almost become another of her secrets.

Zhuzi was not willing to accept her elixir every time. The elixir is also a precious thing to the pillar. Being willing to take one grain at the beginning does not mean that he is willing to continue like this. He was originally a simple person, where would he be willing to take advantage of his junior brother like this. He didn't know that glutinous rice still had grass leaves to take, and when he saw that glutinous rice kept the elixir for him, he felt distressed.

"Senior brother, you can use it yourself, I don't need this. Your cultivation is faster than mine, use it more, and you will have a future success. "The pillar always advises glutinous rice like this. Although he didn't know much about this, but now that he saw that the cultivation speed of Nuomi was really faster than him, he immediately felt that Nuomi was in line with the identity of a medicine refining boy, and the spiritual root must be better than him, so he shook his head all the way, and he had to leave those pills to Nuomi.

Zhu Zi had once turned the idea of transferring the pill to Lin Luo's hand in his mind, but then he thought about it, the pill was a glutinous rice thing. The glutinous rice was given to him, it was to see their affection, and he should not have sent the pill out again anyway. If Nuomi took the initiative to give the pill to Lin Luo, he would naturally be happy, but if Nuomi didn't mention it, he wouldn't be able to do such a bastard thing.

Moreover, when this elixir is sent to mortals, it can only make the other party live a long life and be healthy, and it will not be able to produce aura in the body of ordinary people, so that people can fly into immortals in one step. Zhuzi had been thinking about saving contribution points for Lin Luo to exchange for an elixir, and when he saw Nuomi carrying the elixir, he never thought of asking for Lin Luo.

It was too reluctant to glutinous rice, as if forcing the other party to agree.

Glutinous rice can't do anything, and she's really not sure whether she should confess to the pillar about the blades of grass - this is a confession, with Glutinous Rice's current knowledge, there is no way to explain it thoroughly, so she can only leave all the pills first, and eat them with the blades of grass.

After learning alchemy, you must refine a furnace for Senior Brother Zhuzi. Nuomi secretly made up her mind.

Those friends who had met on Xiaoqingquan Peak before had successively sent letterheads to Nuomi, and what they said was just bits and pieces, without any focus. Some people passed on one, and there was no follow-up. Only Dong Tianying continued to send letters to Nuomi all the way.

Dong Tianying never said very heavy topics, and most of what he said in the transmission note paper was his daily life. What kind of spell I heard in the Chuangong Hall today, what kind of spiritual fruit I ate, and so on, are just some trivial things that I have done in the mountain gate.

If there is time to spare, Nuomi will draw a note in the room and give him a reply. If you are too busy to forget, after a few days, Dong Tianying's next transmission rune paper came over again, and the previous time, Nuomi even forgot to reply.

Dong Tianying's transmission rune paper is always folded very carefully, and it is a lifelike rune paper bird. Sometimes there is a painting attached to it, dotting the eyes with cinnabar, and outlining a crooked beak to decorate the whole paper bird more vividly. His voice is exceptionally good, even though it is in the cold winter, it does not make people feel uncomfortable to listen to. Nuomi is sometimes willing to turn out his transmission notes and listen to them repeatedly.

The birds made of stacked note paper are so beautiful that they look like a specially made gadget on the windowsill.

When the pillar met once, he had to laugh at her for liking such things, and sure enough, she was still a little baby.

Now the pillars often have to go to the side of the main hall, and work all the way until late. Sometimes glutinous rice can't wait for the pillar to rest together, let alone eat dinner. The time arrangement of the pillar is getting later and later, and when he returns to the room, he will even be so tired that he is not even willing to continue cultivating. Nuomi waited for him a few times, and saw that there were deep and shallow scars on his body.

Once, when the pillar returned to the room, he had a deep wound on his back. From the right shoulder to the lower back, you almost have to see the bones. When the pillar returned to the room, the wound had been treated haphazardly, pasted with herbs, and wrapped several times around the outside with strips of white cloth. But even so, there was still some blood on his clothes.

Obviously not wanting to alarm the people in the room, the pillar slipped into the room quietly through the door, thinking about hiding the wound on his body. But Nuomi has been paying attention to his movements, waiting for him to return to his room. In order to wait for the pillar to come back, Nuomi was a little uneasy, and he didn't even meditate and practice anymore, just sat on the bed and looked in the direction of the door.

Lin Luo was still sitting on the bed leaning against the wall and looking through the books in his hand as usual.

The pillar tried to hide from others to cover up the wounds, but he didn't expect that the two of them had not rested, and as soon as the door opened, they bumped into them. He had such a big wound on his body, even if he applied herbs, it still exuded a smell of blood. What's more, the herbs originally had a strong smell, and as soon as he entered the room, the whole room was filled with the smell of herbs on his body, where could he hide it from others.

Even Lin Luo was stunned for a moment, and asked softly what was wrong, not to mention that Nuomi had quickly climbed out of bed, went to the pillar and pulled him to the bed.

The wound was so deep that the pillar's face was a little pale in the candlelight. Nuomi's eyes suddenly became a little wet, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars were soaked with tears, looking at the pillar wetly.

Seeing that Nuomi was so anxious that he was going around him, Zhuzi reluctantly smiled and turned his head to comfort Lin Luo, who was standing on the side, only saying that he was careless, and he had already dealt with it, so it would be fine. But after all, he was only an individual cultivator, and even if he was so seriously injured, no one would smear him with some immortal medicine. The layer of herbs on his back was not as good as the medicine in the small porcelain bottle that Qingyin Zhenren gave to the glutinous rice to wipe his fingertips.

It's a pity that those medicines have been used up now, and even if they are still there, a little bit is really not enough to deal with the big wound on the back of the pillar. Glutinous rice regretted it, feeling that he didn't leave the wound medicine at the beginning, and he didn't learn any recipe for the wound medicine. If she had prepared some worldly wound medicine before, it would have come in handy at this time.

The wound on the back of the pillar had stopped bleeding, and herbs were being dressed. He has a physical cultivation, and he is really rough and thick-skinned, even if he is injured like this, he can't see that he is too uncomfortable now. He didn't want to say anything about it, and he turned around to comfort Lin Luo and Nuomi, and the two girls naturally didn't know what else to say. Glutinous rice held the pillar to the bed, and when she turned around, Lin Luo had already poured a bowl of water and sent it over.

The physique of the body cultivator is much stronger than ordinary people, and ordinary weapons can't hurt them in the slightest, and there is such a deep wound on the pillar's body, it looks like it was cut by a spiritual weapon. It's just that the glutinous rice is stupid and tearful, and I don't know where to start asking. Lin Luo cast an inquiring glance, and was also scratched by the pillar.

Since he refused to talk about it, Lin Luo didn't ask. The person who can cause such a wound on the pillar is definitely not something that the people in this room can interfere with. Glutinous rice is simple-hearted, and when she saw that the pillar was injured at this time, she didn't think too much, let alone think of anything like revenge, and she didn't ask carefully, but it made the pillar breathe a sigh of relief.

On the second day, the pillar still had to go out to work, and he would not stop for a moment.

Nuomi looked at the overload of the pillar and couldn't rest despite the injury, so she was naturally very sad. But she, a little medicine refining boy, really has no ability or rights on Qingquan Peak. There is no way anyone will listen to what she says. Naturally, she wanted to persuade the pillar to rest more, but the pillar smiled at her and still went outside to work.

The body cultivation was done with some heavy body work, and the pillar was done for a long time, and the wound on the back that had stopped bleeding broke open again, and the blood seeped all over the back. He didn't really care. Such a wound on someone else's body is already painful and even fatal, but it can be changed to physical cultivation, and it is still within the range of bearability after all.

It's not that he doesn't feel it, it's just that he is now carrying more than himself. He doesn't seem to have been lightly examined in his life. At a young age, he left the village and worked outside to earn money and subsidize his family, until he knew that his home was in ruins. And now, he has to carry Lin Luo's life again.

Although Lin Luo seems to be very powerful now, she doesn't need the help of the pillar at all, and she can live a good life, but the pillar still feels that she has treated Ah Mei badly, and she must make up for it. He is very clumsy, and this compensation will only be to work hard, so that he can exchange all the contribution points for spirit stones and give them to Ah Mei to use. (To be continued.)