Chapter 8 The golden elixir shatters and a thunderbolt breaks out in the clear sky

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The sun shines and everything wakes up.

No matter how dangerous last night was, it seemed that Shen Zui had survived.

Mu Wan'er put on her clothes. The middle coat she had used to fetch water yesterday had been baked by a bonfire all night and had lost all moisture, so she could just put it on.

As for the outer blouse, it is better to keep it for Shen Zui so that he can be more comfortable.

"Shenzui, are you okay?"

The girl gently knelt down next to the man and reached out to touch his cheek. Fortunately, it was not as hot as yesterday.

After shouting several times but receiving no response, Mu Wan'er was about to get up and go outside to pick some wild fruits, and then find a way to get some water.

But just as she raised her feet to stand up, her right hand was held by the man next to her.

"I...where is...?"

Mu Wan'er was so happy to see Shen Zui, who was seriously injured, now awake and able to speak.

She hurriedly leaned down and said, "In an abandoned Taoist temple. Yesterday you fought with the giant beast, and I fainted. When I woke up, I found you in the countryside. You were covered in blood."

Shen Zui, who looked extremely pale, struggled to get up. It was just the pain all over his body that made him purse his lips tightly.

The face that was originally very good-looking also began to become distorted. Big beads of sweat dripped from his neatly trimmed temples almost instantly.

"Don't get up, you have too many wounds on your body. I don't dare to touch you." Mu Wan'er's eyes began to turn red again when she saw the man in such pain.

"Thank you Miss Mu for saving your life."

"Needless to say this, if you hadn't protected me yesterday, even if you couldn't defeat the evil beast, you would have no problem escaping."

Having said this, Mu Wan'er lowered her head guiltily.

Shenzui just shook his head slightly, "No... ever since the sect master died suddenly for no reason... I feel like someone is always watching the monks on the mountain."

"Stop talking so much," Mu Wan'er hurriedly interrupted him, "Do you have anything on your body that can heal your injuries?"

Shen Zui frowned, "I thought I would simply send you back, but I didn't expect to encounter such a difficult opponent."

"I'll calm down first and check the injuries all over my body. Please help me get up, Miss Mu."

"okay."

Mu Wan'er said yes, but made no move. Yesterday, Shen Zui was injured and fell into coma. She was able to carry him on her back, hold him, and feed him water mouth to mouth.

But now that he was awake and thinking of what happened last night, Mu Wan'er's face instantly looked like a cooked tomato, so red that it almost dripped with water.

Sensing some strange intoxication, he summoned the hornbill with just his voice.

The canary bird with dull feathers on its head hovered above its original owner for a while, and then chirped in a whisper.

"Ahem..."

Shen Zui's face also looked a little unnatural, but after all, he looked pale and looked haggard. The girl in front of him also lowered her head, but she never saw his embarrassment.

"Miss Mu, I'm sorry."

At this point, after Shenzui made two requests, Mu Wan'er could no longer remain indifferent.

She stretched out her arm, took one of Shen Zui's arms, let his arm rest on her shoulders, then wrapped it around his back, and tried her best to lift him up.

"Thank you, Miss Mu."

Shen Zui sat there and rested for a while before the severe pain in his body gradually subsided.

Then he sat cross-legged, clasped his hands in front of him. The whole person seemed to be shrouded in a stream of light, hazy.

But not long after, Shen Zui let out a cry, vomited blood, and then his body tilted, and he could only rely on his arms to support himself to prevent himself from falling.

"Shenzui, what's wrong with you?"

The man who was already extremely weak had a sad look in his eyes at this moment. He shook his head silently and avoided Mu Wan'er's finger that stretched out to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Mu, please go and don't worry about me."

After saying this, Shen Zui closed his eyes and said no more words.

"What happened?" Mu Wan'er's anxious heart arose again, and she supported the swaying Shen Zui.

"Speak, I will take you to see the doctor, or we can try to contact your sect." The girl's voice was sad and hoarse at the moment, "and if the Eternal Life Sect sees you don't come back, they will definitely send someone to find you."

Shenzui twitched the corner of his mouth, "I will never go back. There will be no more Shenzui in the Immortal Sect from now on."

"Why? If you return to the sect, you can heal your injuries. Then..."

When Mu Wan'er finished the first half of the sentence, she seemed to suddenly realize something and pursed her lips tightly.

The two sat speechless.

After a long time, Mu Wan'er stood up first, walked to the dilapidated wooden door, stretched her feet across the threshold, and just left a soft sentence, "Wait until I come back."

There was no words in the room, except for the chirping of the hornbill.

After the girl's footsteps gradually faded away, Shenzui opened her eyes.

He originally had picturesque features and a straight nose, but now he had a pair of peach blossom eyes that had made many immortal women fall in love. They were filled with tears, but not even a single one fell.

He stretched out his trembling arms, and the hornbill rested obediently on his palm.

My fingers gently stroked the soft feathers of the bird, over and over again.

"The golden elixir is shattered, and more than twenty years of hard work have been destroyed. From now on, I am no different from a useless person."

These words only sounded in Shen Zui's own inner lake. The words were low, but they set off a stormy sea. The water was turbulent and kept hitting the vegetation on the shore.

"Please lend me some spiritual power, and I won't be a drag on Miss Mu when I leave here."

Shenzui ordered to the hornbill.

The hornbill, which had never wanted to be tamed since childhood, was very understanding of human nature and had never disobeyed orders, was acting uncharacteristically at this moment.

Immediately it flapped its wings and flew up, chirping twice towards its former owner, then flew through the window lattice and flew outside without looking back.

"You didn't even listen to me!"

Shen Zui was angry and annoyed, but the injuries on his body made him sit there, panting.

The three hundred and sixty-five acupoints on the human body correspond to the heaven and earth. As a Qi practitioner, that is, a person who cultivates truth.

In addition to absorbing spiritual energy and accumulating spiritual energy. In addition, the most important thing is to allow this energy to flow freely throughout the body, in order to achieve resonance with heaven and earth.

Among them, Dantian Qihai, which is the hub, is like the eyes of a battle formation in a battlefield battle.

All spiritual energy circulates back and forth, relying on this place. And the golden elixir cultivated here is the destiny of the Qi Refiner.

After you have achieved great success in cultivation, whether you are flying with the wind, using magical weapons, or using your natal magical powers, all of them must rely on the golden elixir to operate.

Shenzui now is like the old sect master who was killed not long ago. The sect leader's golden elixir was forcibly poached, and Shen Zui was no less generous.

The golden elixir shattered, just like a mortal spine breaking. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would still be like a useless person.

Not only was his moral character shattered, but his body was also severely frustrated. No matter how precious the fairy grass elixir is or the powerful mana, there is almost nothing that can be done.

The talented monk who suffered a loss on it was not the only one who was intoxicated.

Drunk, filled with grief and anger, thinking about this, I couldn't help but beat my hands on the ground.

He exerted all his strength again and again, and did not stop until his skin was broken and his flesh and blood were blurred.

The thatch underneath and Mu Wan'er's blouse were stained with more blood.