Zhao Yisu thought he knew where to go, but Jiang Yunchen just casually entered a relatively intact courtyard.
There were dozens of low-level cultivators gathered together in the courtyard to heal their wounds. When they saw Jiang Yunchen coming, they were all frightened.
After all, this master who can knock down a building with one whip can even attack the Pavilion Master's Mansion. He is a person who is light and gentle at the seventh level. How dare they provoke him?
Zhao Yisu smiled and said, "Excuse me, please lend me..."
Before he finished speaking, the crowd had dispersed and disappeared very quickly.
Zhao Yisu's smile was still on his face, so he turned to look at Jiang Yunchen: "Am I so scary?"
"Yes." Jiang Yunchen responded perfunctorily: "Who told you to be so powerful? You burned down the entire tomb of the saint with one fire."
"That's right." Zhao Yisu raised his chin in a very disgusting manner, randomly selected an empty room, and pulled Jiang Yunchen in, not forgetting to set up a barrier.
She unceremoniously sent all her fire spirit power and soul into Jiang Yunchen's spiritual sea, hoping to heal her wounds. Because the wounds on her skin were corroded by magic weapons, Jiang Yunchen's thunder was better than hers and the healing efficiency was high.
Who would have known that after entering, he would find that Jiang Yunchen didn't have much thunder power left. The whip was not fake as it was swung down one after another. The spiritual sea was empty with only a trace left. It was difficult for him to show no signs of fatigue and put on a very cool look. Even Zhao Yisu was deceived.
"That's all that's left? What if Master Jiangchun really comes with you... No, even if a random monk's move hits you, won't you, the fragile one, die with just one move?"
Jiang Yunchen: "If Master Jiangchun wanted to hit me, he wouldn't have shown up so late. As for low cultivators, even if I don't have spiritual power in my body, they can't even think of hitting me."
Zhao Yisu: "Okay, you've tricked me." Before she could finish her words, she felt a surge of thunder spirit power rushing back into her spiritual sea, mixing with her own fire spirit power, which was not rich at all, and began to heal her wounds.
"You don't respect martial ethics..." After Zhao Yisu said these words, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Well, it's healing or something, it's just very comfortable.
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Ten days later.
Gu Qianning woke up from her meditation, opened the door and looked out, her eyes could not help but be surprised.
How useless Penglai Pavilion was ten days ago, how immortal Penglai Pavilion was ten days later.
In such a short period of time, Penglai Pavilion has been renovated, all the damaged areas have been restored, and even more beautiful gems have been replaced. Looking at it, the entire mountain looks like it has just experienced a turmoil. ?
She walked a few steps forward and came to the terrace, her consciousness slightly relaxing. The maid who always played a surveillance role behind the window disappeared, and was replaced by a calm and peaceful one. The water in the lotus pond meanders down from the top, and lotus flowers bloom in the warm wind. Each one is graceful and attractive.
"Hey, are you out of seclusion?" Ping Junhua came over, his tone was very leisurely, but his brows lost the energy they had when they first met.
Gu Qianning is a transparent person and said: "Your injury is not healed? Is it because of the natal magic weapon?"
Ping Junhua sighed softly, acquiescing.
The supernatant of his natal magic weapon was sent into the magic weapon by him. Although it was finally recovered from the ruins, it was seriously damaged. He has been refining this natal magic weapon for hundreds of years, and it has long been closely related to him.
Ping Junhua: "The corrosion of the magic weapon by the demonic energy is too serious. I'm afraid it won't be repairable for a while."
Gu Qianning thought of something and said, "When I was chatting with Zhao Yisu before, I heard her mention that she knew a very powerful weapon refiner. Maybe we can ask her after she comes out of seclusion."
A glimmer of hope appeared on Ping Junhua's face, and he turned his head to look at the attic in the distance.
That was the place where Jiang Yunchen and Zhao Yisu both cultivated... no, healed their wounds. The barrier was tightly closed, and the two of them stayed in seclusion for more than ten days. They couldn't feel any fluctuations in spiritual power, and they didn't know what the progress of healing was.
Perhaps after hearing the conversation between the two, Lin Yuan walked out of the house.
He still had the signature smile on his face, his body smelled of incense ash, and there was an extra mark on his forehead with the word "Dian" written in big letters. The thing was obviously a relic of Shi Chongjun, the captain of the third team, which made the other two people feel sad when they saw it.
"Hello, seniors." Lin Yuan smiled at the two of them, covering up the loneliness in his eyes. He is a fourth-grade monk. Although we all live and die together, we are still very careful about the names of the two fifth-grade Dzogchen monks.
Realizing that both of them were looking at his forehead wiper, Lin Yuan raised his hand and scratched his head and said, "The third captain always wore this forehead wiper before. I thought it was because a relative died in his family, but now I understand. The captain is trying to protect all his deceased Demon-Slaying cousins."
Ping Junhua sighed: "It's good that you are willing to pass on this intention."
Lin Yuan was a little stunned: "I'm still far from the level of my seniors, so I just don't hold you back."
Ping Junhua: "Members of the team have their own strengths. If you hadn't changed identities with Ren Jinghua before, once Ren Jinghua was drained of his golden spiritual power, how could you, a weakling, have saved him? At least he would have died by then. The situation where I was injured is pretty good now, both of you are alive and you are still a good partner."
It was hard for Lin Yuan to say that he was comforted: "Senior, just comfort people, why do you have to add a weakling..."
Gu Qianning couldn't help laughing.
Ping Junhua changed the subject: "Where did Ren Jinghua go?"
"Senior Brother Ren didn't suffer any injuries. He just spent too much spiritual energy to save me. He probably went to a place with abundant spiritual energy to practice."
Ping Junhua said: "He is really big-hearted. Such a big thing has happened. Aren't you afraid that Penglai Pavilion will have a back-up plan? If a new saint appears, we will have no way to survive..."
Just as Lin Yuan was about to say something, a group of maids came slowly from a distance.
These maids all wear uniforms and look more solemn than ordinary maid uniforms. They were holding trays in their hands. What was placed on the tray was not food or tea, but several jade tablets of the same texture.
"My maid, Chan Su, has met all of you fellow Taoists."
"What is this gift for today?" Ping Junhua asked.
Since they were injured, Master Jiangchun has sent people to deliver spiritual herbs and elixirs to their door. Gu Qianning and Ping Junhua were more cautious and put them away for the time being. However, Lin Yuan used a lot of them, which is why he recovered so quickly. . Every time the medicine is delivered, the maid named Chansu is usually the one who leads the team, so several people are quite familiar with her.
Toad Su smiled and replied: "Our sect has encountered changes, but we must restore daily order. The master of the pavilion ordered that the position of the saint in Penglai Pavilion should not be vacant for too long. Now the candidate to succeed the saint has been determined, and there will be an event in the near future. Saintess canonization ceremony. These are the official invitations of our sect. To be honest, Penglai Pavilion has been established for so many years, and almost no outsiders have attended the saintly canonization ceremony. I hope that all distinguished guests will appreciate it."
Upon hearing this, several people cast plaintive glances at Ping Junhua at the same time - you crow's mouth! It’s really what you said!
The last saint caused so much trouble that everyone lost half their lives, and this time they are holding a canonization ceremony for a new saint. Just thinking about it makes the hairs stand on end.
