Previously, Su Jinxuan had released a paper crane and briefly informed Su Zimu of what had happened, and by the time they arrived at Qingli Mountain, Su Tong had already brought a doctor and waited there.

"How's it going?" Su Tong hurried up to meet him.

Su Jinxuan shook her head with red eyes.

"A few of you come over here and carry her to the Medicine Pavilion." Su Tong turned around and instructed several male disciples.

When he arrived at the door of the Medicine Pavilion, Su Tong stopped, raised his head and motioned for the disciples to carry Zhuo Hua in, and then stretched out his hand to stop the rest of the people.

"Senior sister, what does this mean?" Luo Yang looked at her puzzled.

"I'm sorry, junior sister." Su Tong smiled apologetically at them, "The elders of the Medicine Pavilion have a strange temper, and they don't like to be bothered. I am willing to make a move today because I am interested in that junior sister's spiritual root. If you let a few of you in and make him unhappy, I'm afraid it will be bad, and maybe it will even affect that junior sister. ”

When the two of them heard this, they both paused and stayed where they were.

Su Jinxuan flattened her mouth and asked, "Then can we wait here?" ”

"The two junior sisters might as well go back first, if there is news, I will definitely send someone to inform you, so why waste time here? It's better to hurry up and cultivate now, after all, it's a big competition. ”

Su Jinxuan wanted to say something, but Luo Yang suddenly grabbed her hand. She looked over puzzled, but saw Luo Yang take a step back, bent down respectfully and saluted, "Then there is Senior Sister Lao." After speaking, he dragged Su Jinxuan away.

"Just gone?" Su Jinxuan's heart was a little annoyed, Zhuohua obviously tried her best to protect her, why is this woman so cold.

Luo Yang stopped, let go of the hand that had been holding her, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a self-deprecating smile, "Otherwise? She asked rhetorically, "What can we do with our stupid pestle there?" It's better to cultivate hard, at least you won't ......" Luo Yang's voice was a little choked, "I can't just stupidly let her rush to the front to protect us." After speaking, without waiting for Su Jinxuan to react, she left quickly without looking back.

Looking at Luo Yang's back, Su Jinxuan's eyes darkened, Luo Yang's words just now were like a sharp knife piercing her scar, how could she not be the one who was protected by Zhuohua? She closed her eyes, let out an indisciphable sigh, and turned to walk towards her lodgings. In the future, she will surely be the one who can protect her.

The disciples on the other side carried Zhuo Hua to the pavilion and left in a hurry. In their eyes, the elder of the Medicine Pavilion was a madman, and they would rather offend the head of Qingli Mountain than the elder of the Medicine Pavilion and that ancestor. If one person doesn't like it, he will catch you and test the medicine, and the other person can take your clothes off.

"Amitabha."

This person looked like a Buddhist cultivator, but he was wearing a red robe. In his left hand he was hanging a string of Buddhist beads, but in his right hand he was carrying a wine jug. His facial features are handsome, but the tails of his eyes are slightly raised, and there is a sad smile on the corner of his mouth. The whole looks extremely contradictory.

"This is the apprentice of the old man's destiny for you?" A man in a green robe staggered over with a bunch of herbs in his arms. He poked his head over, glanced at Zhuo Hua, who was lying half-dead, and pursed his lips in disgust, "It's not good." ”

"Amitabha." The man in red turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked at him with a smile instead of a smile.

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but tremble when he saw this smile. "Shut up, act like you're going to become a monk."

"You're not wrong about that."

When the man in green clothes heard this, he rolled his eyes, "Then you put down the wine jug in your hand first before saying this." ”

The man in red stiffened when he heard this, and he could no longer maintain that peace, and instantly roared like thunder, "Old ghost, I'm afraid you've been itchy lately." Or do you want to try a modified version of your tickle powder? ”

How could he have forgotten this man's cautious eyes? Hiss, misstep.