The warlock opened the cloth wrapping the book, revealing the book inside. In addition to a notebook, there were also many papers.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan also looking at the book, the warlock handed the book over with his cloth pocket, and at the same time blocked the book with his body to prevent the disciples far behind from seeing it.

"Scholar, please accept it. If you really can meet an immortal master in the future, please ask the immortal master to have a look... to see if there is any merit in my hard work...

At this point, the warlock's voice became even lower. He paused for a moment and looked at Yi Shuyuan's face before speaking slowly.

"If...if you haven't been saved by a true immortal, you may be able to take a look at the elixirs in this book!"

The warlock was looking at Yi Shuyuan, and Yi Shuyuan was also looking at him.

The warlock in front of him was slightly agitated, and his red eyes were also a little cloudy in Yi Shuyuan's sight. Upon closer inspection, the pupils were gray and the whites were unclear, indicating that they were deeply infected by erysipelas.

And it was obvious that this person actually had some premonitions in his heart and knew that his end was not far away.

Shi Sheng ate the tangerine and looked at the warlock, feeling that this man was about to cry.

"But Uncle, you already have many disciples!"

Shi Wan looked at Shi Sheng without a smirk.

Shi Sheng took a few steps and turned around, always looking at the father-in-law here.

At the last moment, the fire energy was like a thin and large swimming dragon. In an instant, it entered the sorcerer's chest, traveled along the liver meridian and acupuncture points, and finally merged into the liver.

In the inn, a group of sleeping people woke up one after another. As the master, Yi Shuyuan was only awakened by the silence before half of the disciples got up.

Shi Sheng looked at the figure of the warlock, then turned to look at Jiao Zengping. I knew if the master had heard clearly what this uncle said.

"oh......"

But Jiao Zengping finally reached out and took the book and cloth bag. No matter what, it was the persistence of others who had worked hard for two hundred years, and I was not too curious about the so-called alchemy.

The seven masters and disciples walked out and closed the door heavily.

Shi Sheng narrowed his eyes and frowned, looking lifeless.

The disciple who finished burning the zombies came back, and the fire inside has not been extinguished yet.

In Shi Sheng's eyes, for a moment, it seemed as if he could see pieces of heavy veil covering the sky covered with flames.

In other words, in hot environments, the effects of sunlight will be more prominent.

Hui Mian said that, jumped up from Jiao Zengping's shoulder, and slapped it under Shi Sheng's head, causing Shi Sheng to quickly wipe his face with his hands.

There is no well in the courtyard of the inn. No disciple is greeting the sorcerer here at the moment. Although the well water is cold, it has not frozen.

The father-in-law who delivered the fruit last night was standing here now. When he saw Shi Wanke and Shi Sheng coming out, he bowed respectfully.

"Is this the nickname of Master Zhifa?"

That feeling diluted Yi Shuyuan's disappointment, and he walked out of the door with heavy steps.

To be honest, the aura entangled under the sorcerer's body was not a huge debt. Even if I thought it was my own fault, from Jiao Zengping's point of view, all the misfortunes were self-inflicted.

Obviously, the sorcerer did not want to spend the next few days recuperating.

The last moment, the figure of the Earth God turned into a puff of smoke and escaped to the ground.

"Your name is Yi Shuyuan!"

"If you try to remove the erysipelas in his liver, it will be a small problem to lose ten or four years of his life!"

A burst of smoke passed by, and the old man on the wall had not yet been seen.

The zombies and firewood were basically not burned enough, but there was no residual corpse odor.

Shi Sheng had actually packed away the bad things a long time ago. He just saw the master doing it, so he looked at it curiously, and didn't say anything until he saw it started.

Hui Mian came out again and grabbed a few fruits from the basket. Hearing Shi Wan's words, he replied.

"I know. You got up the earliest. We haven't met yet when you got up. You should be hurrying on your way, right?"

The scholar and this child are here, and our luggage and belongings are all here.

"Oh...it was such a comfortable sleep!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, after a while I noticed that the erysipelas under my body was removed, and I probably realized that I had met an immortal. At that time, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry..."

"Master, am I saying that glory and wealth are within your reach?"

"oh!"

"Master Jiao, please improve your training and stop practicing the sorcerer's profession!"

Yi Shuyuan was just stunned for a moment, then poured cold water on his face and rubbed his face violently with both hands at the cold stimulation.

Jiao Zengping looked at the sleeping warlock. Perhaps because the book was in the hands of a spiritually gifted person, he was so nervous that the warlock fell into a deep sleep.

When the warlock walked up to the disciples, we subconsciously stopped chatting and looked at the master in awe. We didn't finish the chat until I sat down.

At this moment, the cold wind blew again, and it seemed to drive away all the corpse odor around Jiao Zengping and Shi Sheng.

Jiao Zengping nodded slightly and silently praised his exquisite magic control and unbridled imagination. It's you!

The warlock smiled and announced his name.

But there is no resounding name or dharma title added. "Yeah!"

Jiao Zengping returned the gift.

As he spoke, Jiao Zengping walked over, picked up his suitcase, carried it on his back, and led Shi Sheng towards the small door of the inn.

"Jiao Zengping!"

Gradually, the morning light illuminated the small land. Although it was a quiet winter, the sun's fire at the moment of sunrise became more prominent.

"There is no difference between eight years and seven years and one and a half years... Your disciples have to eat. After following you for so long, they have to learn something real to survive..." "Master

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In response to the scene inside, the Qiankun gourd in Shi Wanke's hand glowed faintly with red light, and I also opened the mouth of the gourd at this moment.

As soon as the door opened, the cold wind in the room stopped and did not blow out of the room.

Shi Wanke pinched the sword finger with his left hand, circled it heavily around the mouth of the gourd, and wrapped the fire energy to the fingertips, then moved it to the warlock's chest.

"How could that be possible? Is that the same as kidnapping a grown-up child? You still think I'm a bad person..."

That scene also made Jiao Zengping smile.

Hui Mian's little Fangfang stood on Shi Wanke's shoulder and shouted to the landowner.

Yi Shuyuan yawned, and a group of disciples around him greeted him. I stretched, nodded to the disciples one by one, and then looked to another corner.

Shi Sheng immediately got up, folded the blanket, and stuffed it into Jiao Zengping's back. He looked at Jiao Zengping and found that the master had not yet reached the group of people on the opposite side.

"Um?"

It was Shi Wanke who said something fair.

Yi Shuyuan looked a little calm, so calm that if the warlock wasn't so excited at the moment, he would be surprised.

"Oh, there are more and more people who still take that path...

Hearing a disciple say that, Shi Wanke felt disappointed and laughed at himself in his heart.

The warlock was sweating in his sleep. In his dream, he felt like he was outside a small stove. It was so cold that I looked for water everywhere.

The wound under the finger has healed badly and has not yet scabbed.

"bad!"

It's just that the warlock's heart was not in chaos yet, and there was only hope in his eyes. Jiao Zengping's fierceness made me even more uneasy.

Seeing this, the warlock breathed a small sigh of relief, straightened up from his slumped position, and cupped his hands towards Jiao Zengping.

"Walking like a mortal, just to understand the thoughts of the world, encounter the things of the world, and touch the feelings of the world, is it possible to use the fairy method completely? It just depends on what is suitable!"

Jiao Zengping and Shi Sheng stopped and turned around to watch the sun rise.

Seeing Jiao Zengping re-wrapping the books and putting them into his backpack, the warlock stood up with his hands on the ground. I couldn't ask for anything more.

Shi Wanke soon began to feel the difference in his body. He felt that his body felt more comfortable today, his breathing became smoother, and he even felt that his vision was much turbid.

"With my ability, if I only care about money, it can be said that it is difficult to find wealth, but the price of that kind of wealth is relatively small. As for people, there is no simple bad or good.

Jiao Zengping and Shi Sheng bowed their hands in return and said "goodbye" before leaving.

Although it was said that the sky was slowly getting brighter, it was still dark inside the door. Jiao Zengping took Shi Sheng's hand and walked slowly towards the back of the inn. The remaining fire from last night could still be seen nearby.

"Master, you cleaned up the mess!"

"Shisheng, when watching the sun rise, don't just look at the sun, you need to feel the fire of the sun falling on the first ray of skylight in your sight!"

"My disciples are all incompetent... If this alchemy technique is really passed on to them, I'm afraid it will cause a big disaster! Even if I really encounter something useful again, I can still tell it orally

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Jiao Zengping took Shi Wan and walked straight back. The eastern skyline in front of him had not turned up his white belly.

"Well, let's go!"

"Young Master Immortal, thank you very much. I would like to present you to you eight!"
To be continued...