As his physical condition worsened, Mr. Zhao seemed to be more concerned about the progress of Shen Luo's cultivation.
From his usual repeated urging words, you can hear his inner anxiety.
The way Mr. Zhao looked at him these days was sometimes like looking at a rare treasure.
Although he concealed it well for just a short moment, Shen Luo's perception ability now is extraordinary.
These subtle movements were naturally noticed by him.
He couldn't help but be a little confused. What could he have that was worthy of Mr. Zhao's concern?
It seemed like he had nothing. He was poor and had no treasures.
Although Mr. Zhao was very kind to him during this period, he still felt wary of Mr. Zhao in his heart.
Now a major question arises in front of Shen Luo.
He encountered a bottleneck in his practice.
And what's worse is that with the amount of practice and medicine that Shen Shen has done during this period, the Qi Gathering Powder in Mr. Zhao's hand has disappeared.
It was obvious that Shen Luo was not a genius.
Without the assistance of Qi Gathering Powder, his cultivation progress has completely stalled.
Mr. Zhao had only given him two bottles of Juqi Powder.
Although he entered the third level of the Immortal Sutra some time ago, he has now encountered a bottleneck.
In order to help Shen Luo practice, Mr. Zhao devoted almost all his efforts and belongings.
They were all used on him to create the best training conditions for him, but he was unable to meet his requirements.
This made Shen Luo find it difficult to face, and he asked eagerly at that moment.
Outside Wuhui Valley, Mr. Zhao once opened three herbal gardens, each one an acre in size.
Now, among the three herbal gardens, all the herbs in one are gone.
That is the oldest herb that has been grown, and the worst one is more than five years old.
As for the herb gardens in the valley, they are all newly planted herbs, and they are only more than a year old.
Moreover, he only planted these last year.
Without the help of Qi Gathering Powder, Shen Luo's cultivation was stagnant, so he confessed his situation to Mr. Zhao.
He said that he was stuck on the second level of the mysterious formula and could not break through the bottleneck without the help of Qi Gathering Powder.
Mr. Zhao heard that Shen Luo's formula had not improved for a long time.
The browned skin turned a little white, and the originally expressionless face became even more ugly.
Mr. Zhao did not blame him this time, he just told him.
I have to go down the mountain for a while to find some medicinal materials and come back, and ask him to practice the exercises on the mountain quickly and not relax in the formula practice.
Two days later, Mr. Zhao left Black Qiongmen again with his luggage and herb-picking tools.
Without Mr. Zhao's presence, he is now the only one left in the valley.
This period of time is all about cultivation, which is too difficult.
Now that Mr. Zhao is gone, he can finally relax for a while. He is ready to go out for a walk to get some fresh air.
Let's go and see how Jiang Fugui's martial arts is doing now.
Jiang Fugui once sent him a letter, saying that he was accepted as a disciple by Elder Chiyu of Fengyu Peak.
In addition to the sect master, the Black Qiong Sect also has deputy sect masters.
And the deputy sect leader is the father-in-law of Shen Luo's second uncle. It can be said that one person is inferior to ten thousand people and is superior to ten thousand people.
Below the elders of the Black Qiongmen are the deacons, and below that are the hall masters.
Each deacon has ten hall masters, who are divided into inner halls and outer halls.
In addition, the director of the Sutra Pavilion has the same status as the elders.
There are five core elders in the Black Qiong Sect, and these elders are all top-notch martial arts masters.
The elders also have disciples, and these disciples are called core disciples.
He can be regarded as the most elite disciple of the Black Qiong Sect. As for the other inner disciples, there are even more.
Some of these disciples serve as handyman hall masters in the main altar; some serve as guards on the outer hills; and some manage the taverns, casinos, inns and other businesses opened by Heiqiongmen in Musu Town.
People like Shen Luo should be considered one of those elite true disciples.
Shen Luo left the valley and walked on the mountain road to Feng Yu Peak.
Today, the Fengyu Peak Mountains are filled with heavy fog.
The entire mountain range was covered with a thin layer of mist, making it look a bit dim.
There are patches of coniferous forest growing on both sides of the narrow mountain road, and a mountain wind blows through the forest.
There was a "clatter" sound, and the branches on both sides also started to show their teeth and claws in a strange way.
Shen Luo walked on such a strange mountain road. It was his first time to visit Fengyu Peak.
I don’t know if Fengyu Peak always has this kind of heavy fog, or if it happens occasionally without interruption.
But Elder Chiyu of Fengyu Peak knew a little bit.
This elder is the only one in the Black Qiong Sect who has mastered Fengyun Bu to great perfection.
With his Fengyun Steps and Qinggong, he became one of the five elders of the Black Qiong Sect.
It seems that the Kamikaze Hall where Tzu Mian is located is also under his door.
Walking in a dense forest filled with smoke and extremely low visibility.
Shen Luo opened his sense of touch vigilantly, and the mountain road that was blurry in the eyes of ordinary people was clearly visible to him.
He was so cautious, not because he was wary of wild beasts in the forest, but because he was an instinctive reaction.
You know, since the Black Qiongmen moved to the Phoenix Mountains.
The few large and small animals in the mountain forest have been gradually cleared away.
Not to mention ferocious beasts, even all kinds of poisonous snakes in the wild have become the prey of many disciples.
In this cautious and unknown environment, it is better to remain vigilant.
If he accidentally fell down the mountain because he couldn't see the mountain road clearly, it would be an unjust death.
The mountain wind seemed to be blowing harder and harder, and a whistling sound sounded like a whimpering cry.
When people listen to it, they can't help but feel a little creepy.
Seeing this, Shen Luo felt a little scared.
Is it possible that there are still ghosts in this mountain?
Thinking of this, he quickly interrupted his thoughts. How could there be ghosts in this world?
It's just nonsense.
Although he thought so, in reality he quickened the pace on his feet.
The steps were bigger than before, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.
Suddenly, another strong mountain wind blew over us.
After the mountain wind passed by, Shen Luo suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Seemingly noticing something strange, he frowned, then stood there and listened intently.
After a while, Shen Luo's expression slowly became serious.
There was a faint sound of footsteps in my ears, although the steps of the owner were very light.
It was far away from Shen Luo, but it was true that two people were walking towards him, and they were getting closer and closer to him.
He jumped lightly and landed on a tree beside the road like a civet cat, quickly and quietly.
He clung to the trunk of the tree with his entire body, and looking from the front of the tree through the heavy fog, he could not see the sinking figure at all.
After having a hiding place, Shen Luo could finally feel at ease for a while.
