Su Lian was not a person who took care of others. This was his first time taking care of someone like this, so he felt a little at a loss.
For example, it made Rong Chi choke on his saliva several times.
Everyone watching on the sidelines sympathized with the young man in front of him.
Gee, I have endured too many things at such a young age.
But the good thing is that, as a result, Rong Chi's complexion has improved a lot, at least he is not in the same hot state at the beginning.
At first, Su Lian was relieved, because Rong Chi had been sick for the past few days and there had been no prey, and the food tank in the house was bottomed out, so Su Lian thought of settling him at home and going up to the mountains to hunt by himself.
After all, no matter what, the basic qinggong skills of this body are still there, plus she has practiced for a few more days, so it will be no problem to take care of pigeons, pheasants, etc.
While Su Lian was thinking about it, he decisively made himself a bamboo arrow, which matched with his glazed bow. Although it was a bit crude, it was still very lethal.
Rong Chi saw her wrapping a bandage on her hand and couldn't help but said curiously:
"Sister, where are you going?"
Su Lian turned her head, and the early morning light shone on her fair face. She had not applied makeup, and her long seaweed-like hair was randomly tied behind her head. Her eyebrows were curved and slender, and her light-colored eyes were filled with tiny waves.
.This scene is so beautiful and unreal that even if it’s too late, my heart can’t help but tremble.
"I'm going out, you stay at home."
In addition to attaching a few arrows to his waist, Su Lian also carefully wrapped some jewelry that he had taken off earlier with a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his sleeves.
Rong Chi watched her movements and frowned slightly.
Because Rongchi's typhoid fever had recovered, Su Lian was not very worried.
Unexpectedly, when she came back at night, she found Rong Chi lying on the bed, his face already pale and unconscious.
Su Lian quickly put down the pigeon in his hand and walked to the bed to check on his condition.
Just by looking at it, she knew it was bad.
Rong Chi's face was pale, his thin lips had no color at all, and he looked very sick.
Gritting his teeth, Su Lian pulled him up from the bed and put him on his back.
Su Lian didn't expect that Rong Chi looked thin but extremely heavy. Su Lian's face turned pale, but she still insisted on opening the door with him on her back.
In fact, except for her Dantian, which has not yet recovered, her other injuries are almost healed. She originally planned to pawn the jewelry in the next two days, keep the money and leave. But Rong Chi's condition has worsened for some reason at this time, and she cannot possibly
Leave it alone.
Besides, Rong Chi was her savior. What she, Su Lian, hated the most was owing favors to others.
Su Lian was already petite as she forced him to carry him on her back, so she looked even more frail.
After just a few steps, dark clouds suddenly rolled in the sky. Su Lian looked up and saw huge raindrops falling from the sky, hitting her face one after another.
Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Su Lian frowned and could only quickly carry Rong Chi home.
But looking at Rong Chi's pale face, Su Lian sighed, picked up a black raincoat from the bamboo basket, put it on himself, and hurried out of the house.
The little fluffy ball shrank in her arms and felt worried:
"Master, where are you going on such a rainy day?"
Su Lian's voice was not very clear in the heavy rain:
"Go and save people."
...
In a tavern at the foot of the mountain, several strong men were looking at the rainy weather outside, cursing and opening another bottle of wine.
"Boss, how long do you think it will take for this rain to stop?"
"Who knows, I was supposed to go into the forest tonight, but now I have to delay it for another day."
One of the men, who was particularly muscular, said somewhat depressedly.
In this world, in addition to immortal cultivators with spiritual roots, there are also several unique professions for ordinary people who have the idea of cultivating immortals but do not have the talent to choose from.
Weapon refiner, warrior and alchemist.
These professions are divided into nine levels. The higher the level, the stronger. However, these professions basically assist the immortal cultivator. If you leave the immortal cultivator, the effect will be greatly reduced, not only half, but also greatly reduced.
Because their cultivation method does not require talent, it requires extremely high perseverance and physical fitness. It basically focuses on experience and supplements by learning. Therefore, the most common place to see these professions is where fierce beasts are infested at the feet of Yunlan Sect.
red moon forest.
However, immortal cultivators are only one in a million, extremely rare, and most of the immortal cultivators are arrogant and go to the mountains to cultivate, and they will not participate in their training methods at all. Therefore, it often happens that people from three professions form a servant
Corps, but no one could find the immortal cultivator anywhere.
Outside the small tavern, it was still raining heavily.
A black figure suddenly appeared outside the door. The figure seemed to be short and thin, but stood upright, which seemed a bit strange in the night of alternating thunderstorms.
"Tuk-tuk."
Green, who was sitting in front of the tavern, was startled at first. It seemed that he didn't expect anyone to come so late. Plus, he was just in the mood for drinking, so he waved his hand:
"We're closed today. Come back tomorrow."
"Tuk-tuk."
But all I could hear was that the person outside the door seemed not to have heard, and was still knocking on the door.
A big man who looked exactly like him on the side immediately became angry, holding a long gun, and opened the door:
"You're deaf, didn't you hear? We already said we're closed!"
A man in a black cloak suddenly stood outside the door. Mo Yan looked under his cloak with some surprise, only to find that the man was wearing a long silver-white mask. The eyes exposed by the mask were slender and deep, and he was holding a little fox in his arms.
It doesn't look like an ordinary beast either.
Motto: Sober up for three minutes:
"Who are you......?"
A low and hoarse voice came out:
"I'm looking for your alchemist."
His voice was a little strange, it seemed that he was suppressing it a lot, so his pronunciation was a little blurry.
"Sir, you are just joking. The alchemist of our Blood Moon Mercenary Group is not something you can just meet."
He looked up and down at the man in black in front of him, and saw that he was also very thin and did not look like someone like them at all, so he was about to reach out and close the door.
But all he could see was a thin white wrist and extremely slender fingers sticking out from the black cloak.
Before Mo Mo could wonder why the wrist of the master who could make such a low and hoarse voice was as white as a woman's hand, he saw her wrist turned over, and a ball of silver-white flame burst out from the palm of her hand.
The flame was not big, but hot and bright enough. For a moment, several people who had been sitting in the tavern immediately stood up in shock.
One of them seemed to be a little excited when he saw the flames. He pinched himself and realized that he was not dreaming and immediately exclaimed:
"This, this, this! Isn't this the inner fire that only immortal cultivators can have?"