On the horizon of the distant sea, a dazzling golden light suddenly erupted, followed by a round of red rising from the sky, the sky and the sea were vast, the morning sun was eye-catching, and the East China Sea ushered in a new day.

The woman in red who was sitting cross-legged in front of the cliff slowly opened her eyes and exhaled a turbid breath. Although she was treating in the East China Sea, Junluo still insisted on daily cultivation, and she understood the truth that if you don't advance, you will retreat. The wind of the mountain cliff blew her clothes, and the red clothes were like fire, like a kapok that bloomed warmly, unyielding to all things in heaven and earth, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Wuyong quietly looked at the red figure in front of him, and heard the man say as he got up: "The whole Penglai is yours, why is the owner still holding his breath when he arrives here?"

Jun Luo smiled slightly, a little playful. She has been in Penglai for three days, but she has never seen any obvious emotions in this person's eyes, he is like Penglai Immortal Island in the sea, elegant and profound, isolated from the world. To put it more colloquially, Wuyong is the snow on the mountains in northern Xinjiang, which is cold to the touch and terrifying.

But snow is snow after all, and it will melt after holding it for a long time.

"The sword master is focused on cultivation, and he is afraid of disturbing him. Wu Yong said lightly: "The sword master is breathing, it can be seen that Shuanghua is shining, and I think the sword master already has the realm of earth immortals?" Although he already had the answer in his heart, he still showed a trace of surprise in the man's eyes when he saw Jun drop his head: There are tens of thousands of earth immortals in the world, all of them are quite qualified people, and Rao has to cultivate for thirty or fifty years to break through; and he himself is already a Penglai genius, reaching the realm of earth immortals at the age of twenty-five, and it is rare to see it in a hundred years;

"Why is the owner so surprised?" asked Jun Luo, pretending to be surprised.

Wu Yong came back to his senses, bowed his head slightly to Jun Luo to show his rudeness, and said lightly: "If you guess well, the sword master should have cultivated into an earth immortal in twenty-one, right? ”

The woman in red smiled, and said as she walked: "I'm just an orphan, I don't have any immortal blood, and I started cultivating immortals at the age of thirteen; ”

The implication is that he is much stronger than me, and it is not appropriate to see it in this world. Needless to say, the hand holding the fan couldn't help but tighten a little, but his face was still impassive: "Sword Master's words, could it be that there are many people who have cultivated to earth immortals in their twenties in the land immortal gate?"

Syllable. Jun Luo stopped in front of Wu Yong, raised his head slightly to meet that gaze, and seemed to see through the worry and tension in his heart through those eyes, only to see the stunning woman smile and say, "I suddenly found that it was fun to surprise the owner. ”

The faint woody fragrance on the woman's body lingered on the tip of his nose, and he looked at the man indifferently, and the hand in his sleeve unconsciously tightened. Seeing Jun Luo smile and bow his head, gently dusting off the small insects on Wuyong's clothes, a little helpless: "Because on weekdays, in your eyes, there is nothing." ”

The woman in red clapped her hands, looked directly at the fairy-like elegant and cold man, and said in a proud tone: "I don't dare to boast of peerless qualifications, but I dare to say that no one in this immortal sect can surpass me in terms of diligence." ”

"I am the only one in the world who has cultivated to become an earth immortal at the age of twenty. ”

She took seven years to complete the road that others may take twenty or thirty years to complete, this sentence 'cultivated to become an earth immortal at the age of twenty', how many blood and tears are in it, except for Jun Luo himself, no one in the world knows. But even though her hands were scarred to climb to the top, it was better than those who looked up to her and applauded until they were numb.

It wasn't until the red figure disappeared from view that Wu Yongfang came back to his senses, looked down at the placket that Jun Luo had just touched, groaned for a moment, and raised his feet to leave.

At that time, Wuyong only felt that he had seen the brightest red in the past 28 years, but he didn't know that this red would stain his life.

Wuzheng Villa. Yingxia Pavilion.

Wuzheng Villa is not only a family of cultivating immortals but also a family of practicing medicine, and even the ancestral training of the villa is 'hanging pot to help the world, asking questions and cultivating the heart'. Almost every building in the villa has a room dedicated to decoction of medicines, and the Yingxia Pavilion, although built on the highest hill, is no exception.

Wuyong just poured the decocted medicine into the bowl, the door of the house was suddenly pushed, only to hear an intimate 'brother', the girl in white took three steps and two steps to her brother: "I'm back!" Wuyong didn't pay attention to the naughty sister hanging on his body, put the medicine pot aside, and picked up the bowl of medicine on the table: "Don't go to see Granny Gu when you come back, what are you doing here?"

Seeing him pick up the medicine, the girl obediently let go of her hand and smiled meaningfully: "Didn't I hear that Honeysuckle said that you personally decocted medicine and made medicinal food, and came to see you." Eh, you haven't been in the kitchen for many years, you haven't poisoned people, have you?"

Wuyong hooked the corners of his mouth, seemed to smile, and his tone was a little squeezing: "Although the things I make are not as good as my mother's, I am much better than you; ”

"Hey, I've heard that people don't get used to it. Brother, Honeysuckle said that you saved a peerless beauty, why, finally-"

"Second Miss, Granny Gu, please come over. ”

The girl was halfway through her words, and was suddenly interrupted by a shout outside the door, and she heard her brother say: "I heard Granny Gu say that you are too slow to learn the golden needle acupoint, if you still can't learn it next month, you won't be allowed to go to sea for the next three years." ”

"......" The girl in white widened her eyes, gritted her teeth at her brother's back, and brushed her sleeves away.

Joke brother is certainly not as important as the freedom of the next three years.

Bite. The porcelain plate collided with the porcelain dish and made a crisp sound, Jun Luo looked at the four dishes and one soup in front of him, and his smile froze at the corner of his mouth; ”

"......" Junluo was speechless: "I admit that you are good-looking, but this really can't be eaten." ”

Wuyong didn't speak, just looked at Jun Luo, who looked at him for a moment, closed his eyes, and picked up his chopsticks.

Forget it, who made the family a doctor and a patient? The woman in red picked up a piece of lotus root, took a bite, and her eyebrows wrinkled into twists: "No village owner, don't you all eat salt?" This lotus root slice is light, but it has no taste at all, which makes the gentleman who is used to eating salt speechless. Then the man pondered for a moment and said, "There is salt in the village, but I rarely eat it." ”

"If you don't eat me, can't you eat salt?" Jun Luo wanted to cry without tears: "Can I sue the cook of your villa?"

The person on the other side looked meaningless and said lightly: "Feel free." "Anyway, he's not the chef of the villa, he only cooks her a medicinal meal.

What Wuyong didn't know was that in a place that the two of them didn't know, as to why Wuyong had to do such trivial things as decoction and medicinal food, he had to do it himself, and the statement in the villa was about to make up flowers.

"No, I can't. Junluo pushed the bowl: "Where is the kitchen, I'll eat the bowl of noodles." Wuyong didn't speak, just looked at the dishes on the table, looked at Jun Luo, and said, "You'd better eat this medicinal food." Medicinal diet regulates your body, and if you regulate it well, you will have less pain at that time. ”

Jun Luo naturally understands this truth, but she really needs a bowl of noodles with salt to save her tongue that can't distinguish any taste, and her stomach that has been empty for two days. Seeing the woman in red stand up, Wuyong pointed behind her, her face sinking a little inexplicably.

The owner of Wuyong began to wonder if the food he made was really so unpalatable.

"Wow. Jun Luo came back with two bowls of noodles and pushed one bowl in front of Wuyong, the two bowls were not the same size, obviously considering that Wuyong didn't have much stomach left for noodles after eating some medicinal food. Seeing the man's hesitation, Jun Luo smiled and said, "What are you looking at, I didn't put salt in your bowl." I'm so good at cooking noodles that no number of masters can compare to me. ”

Wuyong said 'um', picked a chopstick, and knew that what Jun Luo said was true. Seeing that his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, the woman in red smiled and began to eat her bowl. Jun Luo was also hungry in the past two days, and she ate a big bowl of noodles in three or two clicks, of course, in order not to make the doctor so unhappy, she still ate two mouthfuls of medicinal food.

After eating and drinking, the woman touched her stomach and looked at Wuyong with a smile: "Lord Zhuang, can you let me eat salt once a month?" ”

Wuyong nodded, salt was not a taboo thing, but he was used to not eating it, so he didn't let it go when cooking. Since Jun Luo said this, it would be better, lest he let go of many ways and not grasp the degree well. But...... The man raised his head slightly, and his tone was a little surprised: "The sword master's noodles are really delicious, could it be that he cooks in the sword village himself?"

Jun Luo raised his eyebrows proudly: "When I was eight years old, I was sold to work in a noodle restaurant, and I can make all the Yangchun noodles and beef offal noodles, as long as it is noodles." When I first arrived at Jianzhuang, I practiced sword practice until late at night, so I cooked noodles for myself, I ...... We all like to eat my noodles. ”

The momentary pause was not so abrupt that Wuyong didn't notice it. He bowed slightly, looked at the moontop treetops outside, and left after telling him to rest early. Jun Luo watched the white figure disappear into the courtyard, her eyes were in a trance for a moment, she looked down at the noodle soup in the bowl, and the reflection was only the red of her clothes.

It's like the blood that the man spat out in a bowl.

The woman in red closed her eyes softly and sighed silently, and when she opened her eyes again, her dark and clear eyes returned to their usual depth, and with a wave of her hand, she extinguished the candle.