Lu Zi'an frowned,

"It seems that the only way to do this is to wake her up first, and then to take care of her wounds. ”

Even if he didn't know much about the monk, Lu Zi'an clearly knew that the woman he saved was undoubtedly a monk, and it might even be the fairy female cultivator he saw when Wang Lao Wu was on the watch last night.

As for the person who injured her, it must have been a more powerful monk who was proficient in the way of the sword, as could be seen from the energy left on the wound.

This kind of injury, as a mortal, he can't do anything about it.

"Hang your life first, and whether you can wake up or not depends on your own creation. ”

Lu Zi'an is a mortal and not a saint, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't see death and not save him, he really didn't want to stir up this kind of matter between monks.

Moving mountains and reclaiming the sea was too far away for him, and any monk could easily put him to death.

"Xiao An, go to the hillside to pick half a bamboo basket of raw grass, go quickly!"

Xiao An has always been obedient to Lu Zi'an's words, and disappeared into the mist with a bamboo basket.

For Xiao An, Lu Zi'an is very relieved, after all, this is only the outermost part of the Hidden Fog Mountain Range, and there are basically no beast cultivators, if he encounters a fierce beast, Xiao An can be slapped to death.

Walking outside the wooden house, Lu Zi'an looked at the water rhyme snow lotus full of his hopes,

"Alas, let's just make a fairy fate!"

Holding back his distress, Lu Zi'an turned his head and didn't look at it......

"Hum, hum"

Xiao An trotted back with a bamboo basket, and Lu Zi'an held the raw grass together in small bundles, took it to the edge of the pool, smashed it hard, and squeezed it.

Shengyuan grass juice contains a lot of Yuan power, and all natural and earthly treasures, the growth environment needs a strong heaven and earth Yuan power, and Water Yun Snow Lotus is no exception, so Lu Zi'an thought of this method to ripen it, although the level of Shengyuan Grass is not high, and the unrefined grass juice contains Yuan Li is mixed, but Water Yun Snow Lotus is not a rare artifact, relatively speaking, it is appropriate.

"Xiao An, you go to the cave again and see if you can find anything. ”

......

As Lu Zi'an continued to rub the Shengyuan grass, the edge of the waterhole was already the size of a hill of Shengyuan grass waste accumulated like dead branches.

The roots of the water rhyme snow lotus stretching out of the silt felt that the yuan force in the pool water was getting stronger and stronger, and the brisk swaying rolled up the water swirl everywhere, and the yuan force in the water seemed to be more pulled, and it kept paddling towards the water rhyme snow lotus, which made the water lotus bones sway.

The fragrance of flowers was even worse, and it was inhaled into Lu Zi'an's nose lightly.

"It smells so good! ”

Lu Zi'an closed his eyes and enjoyed.

Kiss!

The faint sound sounded, the snow lotus blossomed, the naked eye can see the petals diverging a little bit, dripping streamers lingering between the petals, the peripheral lotus petals are no different from ordinary white lotus, but the three petals inside are exceptionally crystal clear.

Lu Zi'an didn't care about the biting water, waded through the water, approached the snow lotus, carefully picked off three crystal-like petals, put them on the tip of his nose and sniffed.

"Good medicine!"

The mission has ended, and all the essence of the remaining water rhyme snow lotus, whether it is the branches or the outer petals, has been taken away, and it quickly withered, yellowed, and shrunk in the center of the pool.

"My Snow Lotus!"

Lu Zi'an wanted to cry without tears, holding the only remaining fruit in his hand very softly.

It's still important to save people!

Lu Zi'an returned to the wooden house, took two snow lotus petals and pressed them on the wound of the woman in white, the petals melted when they met the blood, melted into the wound, and cooperated with the woman's own Yuan Force, without a moment, the blood stopped, if it was not stopped by external energy, the wound would have healed instantly.

Seeing the amazing medicinal effect of this snow lotus, Lu Zi'an smiled wryly, and had already scolded himself a thousand and eight hundred times in his heart.

The remaining piece of snow lotus, Lu Zi'an gently pinched the woman's jaw, her mouth opened slightly, the entrance of the snow lotus melted, and it was sent into the throat and abdomen, and she probed her nose again, her breathing was smooth and smooth, and her strength was gradually increasing.

"This fate was saved. ”

Lu Zi'an stood beside the couch and looked down at the woman in white for the first time.

"It's beautiful!"

Lu Zi'an had never seen such a delicate woman, her slender eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly due to pain, her eyes were closed, her pink lips were soft, her skin was white, and her hand had just touched her chin, which was indescribably tender.

"If only ......"

Lu Zi'an shook his head as if he was self-deprecating, he couldn't take advantage of others' danger, as for thinking about it, he just sighed how good it would be if he could have such a beautiful lady.

"Lu Zi'an, you really feel good, fairies dare to think about it!"

......

Whoa!

Xiao An had gone and returned, yelling outside the house.

Lu Zi'an looked at the green jade waist card in his hand repeatedly, except for the word "Chen" in the book, there was nothing else. There is also a white jade flute, with "Xi'er" engraved on the top.

"Chen Xi'er, the name is as beautiful as her person!"

Lu Zi'an played with the white jade flute for a while, and he couldn't put it down, but he didn't want to force people's things, so he only put these two things on the couch next to Chen Xi'er's pillow, closed the door and retreated.

......

It is impossible to judge the time in the Hidden Fog Mountain Range, and based on experience, Lu Zi'an feels that it is already a little late, and it is far safer to go out of the mountain at this time than to stay in this small mountain pass.

After the death of his father, the village outside the mountain no longer has a sense of concern and nostalgia for Lu Zi'an, and it is common to spend the night in the mountains.

found a dry territory, Xiao An was curled up, and Lu Zian also fell backwards, lying on his back on Xiao An's body.

"It's so comfortable!"

Lu Zi'an rested his hands and looked at the sky on the mountain col, the mist rolling.

"Eighteen years old, isn't it time to start a family?"

The daydream of starting a family turned into a dream smoothly, Lu Zi'an fell asleep deeply, and in Xiao An's snoring, everything was fine in the col.

......

As Lu Zi'an judged, the sky outside the mountain was already full of stars at this time, and it was some distance from the village where Lu Zi'an lived, that is, the place where he usually sold elixirs, Hidden Mist Town.

Hidden Fog Town, the suburbs outside the mundane area, the smell of blood is strong.

The kneeling monk's hands and mouth were imprisoned by Yuan Li, his eyes were full of fear and panic with tears, and when he heard the heart-rending screams of his fellow friends not far away, cold sweat poured out, a shiver, and the hot flow wet his knees along the crotch of his pants, and he couldn't breathe, and the whining sound was endless.

"Yo, the number one master in the dignified Hidden Mist Town, a mid-realm cultivator, actually peed his pants!"

Wang Zhi clasped a scarlet long knife in his hands, looked at the captured monk in front of him, and teased playfully.

"Elder, that man died, and didn't get the news we wanted. The woman in black with a scarred face knelt on one knee and respectfully reported to Wang Zhi.

"Do you hear that? He's dead, and we haven't gotten what we want!" Wang Zhi drew his long knife and pressed it against the kneeling monk's shoulder, the sharp blade cut through his clothes, and the cold knife qi pierced through the flesh, and blood flowed.

The kneeling monk trembled, struggling to retreat, but he couldn't get out of the tip of the knife in the flesh, so he had to nod desperately.

"Say it!" Wang Zhi flicked his fingers with his left hand, shattering the confinement on the kneeling monk's mouth.

"The Hidden Fog Mountain Range, it's the Hidden Fog Mountain Range, someone saw her last night and went to the Hidden Fog Mountain Range. ”

The kneeling monk pleaded, "My lord, my lord's life, spare my life!" That woman is injured, we just want to take advantage of the opportunity, and we have no intention of offending your lordship, spare your life!"

"Hidden Fog Mountains?"

Wang Zhi did not draw his long knife, but looked at it, as if he could penetrate the mist and reach the mountain range.

"Can you really escape, relying on your flying element?"

"Take us into the mountains!"

"I ...... I...... I haven't been in before!" the monk wept and mourned.

"Then you're useless!"

"No!

Laugh at~

The long knife stabbed the monk in the chest, and the monk opened his mouth wide and made no sound, and the blood-red lines stretched up from the blade in the chest, spreading to the blade and the handle of the knife, like red meridians wriggling.

"It's wonderful!"

It seems to be saying to the monk who was sucked up on the ground, and it seems to be muttering to the long knife in his hand, the corners of Wang Zhi's mouth are slightly upturned, and he is very evil.

Airplanes~

After sucking enough blood, the scarlet color of the long knife became thicker, and there was a buzzing sound.

The scar-faced woman standing quietly on the side heard the sound of the knife, and said with a gloomy gaze: "Congratulations to Elder Wang, the Blood Devouring Knife is about to advance to the Xuan-level Yuan Weapon. ”

Wang Zhi touched the blade, put the knife back into its sheath, and nodded with satisfaction.

"The stinky girl can still escape so far after being stabbed by me, it seems that the flying element is not of low grade. ”

Wang Zhi pondered for a while, "The young sect master gives us half a month and there is not much time left, tomorrow you find someone to take us into the mountain range, be sure to capture her alive and bring her back to the young sect master." ”

"Yes!" the scarface woman responded.

......

Lu Zi'an slept very comfortably, until the sky outside the mountain range was bright, and even the mountain col was warm, he stretched his waist, sat up and found that Xiao An was no longer around, leaving him only a small pile of wild fruits.

"Pick some elixir today, and then it's time to go to the town to get some food. ”

Lu Zi'an took a big bite of the wild fruit, the juice flowed down the corners of his mouth, and he didn't wipe it, letting it be sticky.

After eating, Lu Zi pushed open the door of the wooden house with peace of mind and checked Chen Xi'er's injuries, the effect of Shui Yun Snow Lotus was still obvious, those foreign sword energy had begun to dissipate, and Chen Xi'er's complexion was also a lot ruddy, no longer the miserable white color of the time, but he was still unconscious, and there was no sign of waking up.

"It's a shame!"

Lu Zi'an smiled bitterly, left two wild fruits, and walked out.

......

With a bamboo basket on his back, Lu Zi'an walked along the mountain col, walked a short distance, and on the big stone by a small stream, he washed his face beautifully, and was suddenly refreshed.

Sitting cross-legged, Lu Zi'an was not in a hurry to collect medicine, but enjoyed this moment of tranquility a little, lifted his linen shirt, Lu Zi'an took out a flute, compared with Chen Xi'er's white jade flute, this flute couldn't bear to look at it directly, but Lu Zi'an made it of bamboo, and it was a little yellowed after a long time.

Horizontally, touch the lower lip lightly and exhale.

Lu Zi'an boasted that he had some talent for music, and it was true, the melodious flute sound and the gurgling water on this boulder were next to each other, jubilant to the distance, and then along the stream to the mountain col, indescribably beautiful.

......

Chen Xi'er was woken up by the sound of the flute, and woke up by the pain of the wound, opened her eyes in a fog, the unfamiliar environment really made her nervous for a moment, and only then did she relax when she saw the waist card and jade flute next to the pillow, and picked up the wild fruit with obvious cleaning marks, she was completely relieved.

The injury had an effect that Lu Zi'an didn't expect after the medicine, Chen Xi'er ran the exercises, and it didn't take a moment to clear the external energy, and the wound began to heal.

......

"Is this flute the owner here?"

Chen Xi'er casually glanced at the withered snow lotus in Tan, her eyes gathered in the direction where the flute came from, and walked slowly.

On the boulder, an emaciated figure sat cross-legged, two fingers moving in the rhythm of the bamboo flute, Chen Xi'er stood quietly not far behind him, enjoying the rhythm, and subconsciously touched the jade flute on his waist.

Lu Zi felt something, stopped playing, put down the bamboo flute, looked straight ahead, and said lightly: "Are you awake?"