Lu Zhong frowned and realized that something big had happened in the port area. It was extremely chaotic outside at the moment. No wonder the law enforcement team hadn't appeared for a long time. Thinking that he was seriously injured, he didn't bother to pay attention to the goods in Lintao Pavilion and let the spirit puppet hold him in his arms.
Walking in formation in the backyard.
Before entering, he didn't forget to take a few more cleansing charms.
Madam Butterfly's wings can drop deadly poisonous powder.
Lu Zhong is protected by Jinyang insect fire, so he is not afraid of these poisonous powders, but the two women inside are different. Yu Feng'er is a foundation-building true cultivator, but Li Hejun is just a mortal, and his physique is very different from that of a monk. If she
If you get it, even if you don't turn into a living corpse on the spot, you will still have to get seriously ill and have to go through hell before you can come back.
Not worried, I checked it several times with my spiritual sense before entering the formation.
As soon as I entered, there was a fragrant breeze.
Li Hejun and Yu Feng'er looked worried. Seeing that Lu Zhong was so weak that he wanted to be carried in by the spirit puppet, which had never happened before, they both had expressions of heartache on their faces.
"Fellow Taoist Yu, why didn't you let me out just now? I am also building a foundation and can help!" Yu Feng'er is a monk. He can see that Lu Zhong's face is too pale. It is obvious that during the fight just now, his soul
He had suffered quite a bit of trauma, otherwise his face wouldn't look like this.
"Ahem, you are a literary cultivator. Under Madam Butterfly's hand, I'm afraid you won't be able to get away even with half a move." Lu Zhong said truthfully.
Unlike the martial arts sect like him, Yu Feng'er, who usually relies on running a business guild to earn spiritual qualifications, has extremely poor fighting skills. Monks like this can also be called the "literary cultivator sect".
In fact, most monks in the world of cultivation practice this kind of literary practice.
This is true regardless of individual cultivators, families, or sects.
Especially the latter two have a lot of foundations to take care of, and those disciples who specialize in killing are obviously incompetent, so they have to rely on literary cultivators.
The only exceptions are demonic cultivators and evil cultivators.
They are all brave and fierce, and their martial arts are usually much higher than those of monks of the same level.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now. I'm going to the quiet room to heal my wounds." After Lu Zhong finished speaking, he controlled the spirit puppet and walked towards the quiet room, only to find that Yu Feng'er was following him.
"What are you doing here?" Lu Zhong asked knowingly.
Yu Feng'er grabbed his hand, with a red cloud on her neck, and whispered quietly without Li Hejun's knowledge: "I want to help you! As long as the ice soul spirit energy is used in the right amount, it can have the effect of calming the soul, Lu Daoyou, don't be a concubine.
You can’t tell that you have suffered soul trauma just now, and the injury is not superficial. If you don’t have my help, even if you stay in seclusion for thirty to fifty years, you won’t be able to suppress the injury!"
Lu Zhong could not refute this.
What she said was indeed reasonable.
"...Thank you."
…
Time can best erase traces.
However, in just a few years, people have forgotten the bloody turmoil that occurred in Hong Kong City seven years ago. This incident was caused by a sea monster attacking the city, and the number of deaths was no less than 100,000. It was later investigated that it was caused by a demonic cultivator.
, but as for the exact purpose, the monks in Changchun Valley have not yet come up with an answer after some investigation.
In the quiet room, Lu Zhong woke up leisurely.
Yu Feng'er's hair was disheveled and she was lying on top of him, soundly asleep.
To say that this ice soul spirit body is really interesting, it is better to block it than to block it. After some dredging by him, the ice soul spirit energy in Yu Feng'er's body no longer freezes the soul, and begins to help the soul. The energy absorbed into the body
It calmed the soul and had a slight healing effect on the trauma to his soul.
It was precisely because of this that it only took him seven years to recover from his injuries.
At the same time, it was a blessing in disguise that the strength of the divine soul was also slightly improved, and the distance of the spiritual consciousness was increased again, and it could be projected out one hundred and ninety-eight feet and seven feet and three minutes.
As for cultivation, let’s not mention it.
Perhaps he had neglected his cultivation while recovering from his injuries, and the cultivation level that was about to break through has regressed. However, Lu Zhong estimated that if he practiced for another year and a half, he would be able to break through to the late stage of foundation building.
Thinking of this, he patted Yu Feng'er's smooth back.
Over the past seven years, the other party has come to help him heal every once in a while.
Awakened by his movements, Yu Feng'er rubbed her eyes, got up from Lu Zhong, and said in Mihu: "Fellow Daoist Lu, do you still want it? I can still give you my body."
She still has a lot of ice spirit energy in her body.
"The injuries on my body have healed. After being in seclusion here for so long, it's time to go out and get some fresh air." Lu Zhong said as he helped her up, not forgetting to hand over a stack of cleaning charms.
He quickly cleaned up and put on his clothes.
He turned around and helped Yu Feng'er with it again. She always became clumsy at this time.
The two of them went out together.
The courtyard has been renovated and is much more spacious and refined than before, but the layout is still the same as before.
When she came to the front yard, Li Hejun, who had put on new clothes, had been waiting in the courtyard with her maids for a long time. Lu Zhong had already announced the date of her departure from the customs in advance, and she had specially prepared things for this day.
"Quickly, dip the pomelo leaves in water and let the master remove the bad luck!"
The scene before me seemed familiar.
Lu Zhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Master, there is a custom in our hometown. Dip pomelo leaves in water and sprinkle it on the body to remove bad luck. This way, you will not be unlucky in the future!" Li Hejun showed a rare serious expression. She remembered Lu Zhong's injury a few years ago.
He looked worried, hoping that this method could help him resolve his misfortune.
"Okay, okay." She had good intentions, and Lu Zhong couldn't refuse.
Next to him, Yu Feng'er watched happily.
Maybe he thought it was interesting, so he picked up a handful of pomelo leaves and sprinkled him with water.
"Okay, okay, all the bad luck has been driven away by you, really!" After a while, Lu Zhong helplessly stopped him.
He had been in seclusion for seven years, and missed fourteen sessions of alchemy lessons from Master Dongbu. He didn't know if he could make up for the missed lessons through scenario review.
Thinking of this, I feel dizzy.
He noticed a line of sight coming towards him. It was Yu Feng'er who was staring directly at him. She wanted to say something but hesitated. Seeing Lu Zhong looking over, she lowered her head in embarrassment.
He was used to her thin skin.
"Whatever you want to say, just say it."
"Fellow Daoist Lu, are you free on the first day of next month?"
"What's up?"
"The Yu family has a new Foundation Builder. It is scheduled to hold a Foundation Builder celebration on the first day of next month. I would like to invite you and Sister Li to attend." After Yu Feng'er finished speaking, she looked at Lu Zhong nervously.
It turned out to be this, I thought it was something.
Lu Zhong thought about it and went to Yu's house to participate in the foundation building celebration. There was no conflict with his plan, so he nodded and agreed.
Then I went to Dongbulu.
As expected, you can continue learning as long as you hand over the spirit stone.
"It's normal, Master Dongbu makes money by teaching after all..." Lu Zhong thought in his mind, and started to review the scene, and successfully obtained the course content that he had missed in the past seven years.
Free sex? Of course not!
He had exhausted his spiritual consciousness. At this moment, he only felt that his two limbs were fighting, and his body seemed to be hollowed out.
