Jingyi glanced at the glutinous rice a few more times, and waved them out expressionlessly.

He didn't know anything, as the pillar thought. After Tian Tian threw the glutinous rice into the Valley of the Dead Soul, the Jingyi people already knew about it.

It is true that no one will be held accountable for the death of a miscellaneous disciple in the mountain gate, but this disciple is in the list of the mountain gate, and if he dies, it is always necessary to revoke his name. Two nights ago, Qingming Zhenren used a transmission note to ask him to cancel the list of a miscellaneous disciple named Nuo Mi. said that he was dead, but did not explain the reason. The Jingyi people have always disdained to deal with these open and secret battles in the mountain gate, and they are even more lazy to pay attention to the good fortune of the miscellaneous disciples, so they just crossed the name of glutinous rice from the list according to their words.

I didn't expect people to come back alive now. Despite being covered in filth, he didn't appear to have many external injuries.

Jingyi didn't want to get involved in the messy things like entering the mountain gate, since he could be in charge of the punishment hall, he naturally had his own set of connections, and he didn't have to look at the face of the real person. He just added the name of the glutinous rice again, thought about it, and took back the transmission note that he had taken out.

Since Qingming Zhenren can't look down on his disciples, he doesn't need to bother with this.

It was only when the pillar came out of the punishment hall that he breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen the punishment hall punishing his disciples, and those physical cultivators who were higher than him were all drawn to cry and cry for their mother. Although deducting contribution points makes him feel distressed, it is better than being punished.

Nuomi was still behind the pillar, and when he got out of the punishment hall, he dared to wipe his face with his sleeve again, but the more he wiped it, the dirtier it became.

After coming back this time, the glutinous rice seemed to be more and more unassertive and panicked, and did not know what to do.

Zhuzi remembered that the little brother in the family who had only met once when he was born, and he was also at the age of Nuomi, so he couldn't help but feel a little love in his heart, and reached out and patted Nuomi's head again.

"Are you hungry?"

Nuomi was stunned, thought about it sideways, shook her head, and nodded again.

was so frightened, the glutinous rice has not eased up until now, and it is not too hungry until now. But after thinking about it, she felt that she should be hungry, so she looked at the pillar.

The pillar shook his hand and thought about it, he was really hungry. I remembered the words of Fang Caijing and the others who asked them to wash it quickly.

"Wash it first, then eat it."

It's not a meal now, the two of them want to eat, but they have to exchange it for contribution points. There is no way around it.

Glutinous rice was a little stunned, and whispered, "Now...... Now is not the time to wash up......"

These miscellaneous laborers even have a fixed time for washing.

Zhu stretched out his hand, originally wanting to touch her head, but suddenly remembered that his hands were also very dirty, so he quickly took it back and wiped it on the hem of his clothes, "It's out of the way." Just spend the contribution point to wash, I still have it. ”

When Nuomi walked into the medicine field, all the miscellaneous disciples secretly looked at her with their eyes. Nuomi was stunned, a little at a loss, didn't know what was going on, and nervously pulled the corners of her clothes. I couldn't help but look down at myself, for fear that I would look weird and unsociable.

The rotten blood and sludge on her body had been washed away, and even the tangled blood clots in her hair had finally been washed away, and the water was about to cool down, and she herself was in tears. But he didn't have time to make the clothes too clean, and he didn't have enough to contribute to a new one, so he was wearing it semi-wet, uncomfortable and not good-looking.

But it didn't look like they were looking at her clothes.

Nuomi didn't understand the meaning of those people's eyes, so she only carefully rubbed to the edge of the medicine field she was in charge of, where the small medicine field had already been distributed to other miscellaneous disciples, so she had been well taken care of for the past three days. When Nuomi picked up the small medicine hoe, those eyes were all taken back, leaving only the disciple in the medicine field next to Nuomi muttering unhappily. The small piece of medicine field that Nuomi was in charge of was originally assigned to him, but now that it has been taken back, he is naturally unhappy.

After being cautious like this for a long time, she was not approached by the master for questioning as Nuomi was worried about, so she was relieved.

I thought again, maybe the master didn't know, it was really after taking the pill that he fell to the bottom of the valley in a daze.

After finishing the chores and eating steamed buns, glutinous rice ate the two big steamed buns cleanly, and ran to the Jing Pavilion again.

Earlier, when Nuomi was reading a book in the Jing Pavilion, he had already discovered that there were secular prescriptions and medical skills hidden in the Jing Pavilion. The ancient monks had a thousand-year lifespan, and they collected some secular books at will, which are now rare books. Secular medical skills are generally passed down from father to son, master and apprentice, and there are not many outflows, and after thousands of years of turmoil, how many prescriptions have been annihilated by history. However, in the scripture pavilion, countless prescriptions worth thousands of gold were piled up at random, like firewood that could not be burned.

Worldly prescriptions have no meaning for immortal cultivators, once they step into the realm of cultivating immortals, even if they are the first order of the enlightenment period, they can already guarantee a lifetime of disease-free and pain-free, and they don't need these prescriptions at all. The ancestors of the year also had the mentality of collecting, so they copied these golden recipes into the jade slips and hid them in the mountain gate. It's just that over the years, the distance between immortal cultivators and mundane mortals has become farther and farther away, and no one even looks at those recipes anymore.

Glutinous rice is quite interested in these recipes.

She had vaguely remembered the names of some medicinal herbs, and was interested in this kind of technique that could help others, but now that she learned the words, she could also read them with relish, and often almost missed the time to pass on the exercises.

Some jade slips have thousands of recipes copied in them, while others have only one recipe in them, and there is no law at all. But these medical prescriptions that can be looked at by the ancient monks and stored in the mountain gate scripture pavilion are all top-notch, and those medical pharmacology glutinous rice can't be understood for a while, so they are lent out and slowly pondered.

The Taoist who was guarding the door of the scripture pavilion to watch the disciples enter and exit and organize the bookshelves glanced at the pile of medicinal prescriptions and jade slips held by Nuo Mi, and couldn't help frowning, and said slowly:

"These are all worldly formulas."

"yes." Nuomi didn't know what the other party meant, blinked, and nodded carefully.

"Many people look at this material and think that the ancient monks will hide some alchemy recipe in it. Over the years, none of them have been able to find out anything. The man didn't react when he saw the glutinous rice, so he answered again.

"I'm not looking for an alchemy formula." Glutinous rice was replaced with a shake of the head this time. She was still a little confused, and Baba looked at the old Taoist guarding the door, "These...... Can't you borrow it? ”

The Taoist shook his head, "I can borrow it." ”

"That's good, I'll borrow it."

Nuomi held a bunch of jade slips in her arms, and cautiously raised her little face and smiled at the Taoist. The Taoist shook his head again.

Every year, disciples rummage through the sutra pavilion, trying to find a shortcut to cultivation. In particular, some jade slips left by ancient monks have long been sought after and studied by countless people. These remedies were studied countless times in the beginning, but in the end they were found to be only things that only ordinary mortals would use, and they were gradually ignored.

The old Taoist didn't believe that Nuomi was really interested in these medical prescriptions, and walked away slowly. If you want to say that you are interested, glutinous rice is still too young at this age. What's more, if anyone who has stepped into the path of immortality will be interested in worldly things, isn't that delaying cultivation?

Compared with the old Taoist, the idea of glutinous rice is much simpler. She has very few memories of her father, and most of this small number is her father's medicated back. Looking at the names of those medicines that only appeared vaguely in my memory, it made glutinous rice feel indescribably kind.

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Pay off your debts! Trying to pay off the debt, so ...... Can you summon a recommended collection?