Bai Yujun discovered something accidentally.
Master Yu Rong seems to have a hidden injury that has not yet healed. His sense of smell is not only unparalleled in the world, it is at least top-notch. He can definitely identify the smell of healing medicine, and it is unmistakable. Even though the smell of other medicines is even deliberately concealed, he can still smell it.
On the surface, they pretended not to notice anything and just ate and drank.
After the meal is over.
Xu Ling went back to the house early to sleep. Her life experience was to eat and sleep to improve her cultivation.
Yang Mu maintained the habit of ascetic cultivation, and occasionally looked up at the full moon to express his thoughts...
Bai Yujun hung the monkey on a tree to sleep, and stood quietly outside the door of the master's courtyard, stretching his head and looking in. His pointed ears dangled back and forth to listen to the noise. When Yu Rong saw it, he couldn't laugh or cry.
"Yujun, master has just made a pot of good tea. Come in quickly and stop looking outside the door."
"Hey, the moon is so full tonight haha~"
He crossed the threshold into the courtyard and sat opposite the master.
Staring at the past with vertical pupils...
In an instant, the mirror image of Master's past in recent years quickly passed by, changing like a slideshow. Bai Yujun, who was sitting, seemed to be in one scene after another. The scenery and characters may be clear or blurry. Whether it is blurry or clear depends on where and who is involved, and more He spends a lot of time practicing in Daomen Fairy Mountain.
Yu Rong, who was sitting opposite, had a strange feeling, guessing that the young apprentice had some kind of mysterious talent.
The mirror traceback is very fast, and the time is not far away. Sure enough, something happened!
Judging from the environment, he was going down the mountain, and there were vague figures surrounding him. The hands-on figure gave Bai Yujun a faint sense of familiarity, as if he wanted to capture the prisoner alive.
There is no doubt that Master has been implicated by him...
Fortunately, two other slightly familiar masters came to the rescue, but they suffered internal injuries.
"Master, you are injured. Is the other party a monster with weak dragon energy?"
"..."
Yu Rong looked sad, not wanting her apprentice to know too much.
There is no point in hiding it anymore. I feel happy in my heart. My little apprentice has grown up and become sensible. His abilities are far superior to his master. He has already been able to stand alone and is famous all over the world. I no longer need to protect him like he did in the past. A little disappointed but more proud.
Nod.
"That's right, I was ambushed when I went down the mountain for my master. Fortunately, my eldest and second senior brothers were on my side and they repelled the ambush. Those two monsters are probably masters of the Dragon Palace."
Bai Yujun understood that it was the former heads Yuxu Li Xiangyan and Jinxu Gu Cangyu.
Although reluctant, I am very grateful to Li Xiangyan. Hatred and grudges are more important than master's safety, and the priority can be clearly distinguished.
"How is the master's injury? My disciple has accumulated many high-level healing medicines over the years, all of which he obtained from Tushita Palace. You can take whichever one you want."
With a bang, he took out a bunch of flashing treasure elixirs...
The small stone table could not fit in it and was piled into piles.
"You kid..."
Yu Rong couldn't laugh or cry again, and was very happy.
"A few minor injuries are not a problem. You will recover quickly if you rest and practice. Quickly put the elixir away. The world is dangerous and must not be exposed in front of others."
The elixir refined by the Supreme Master of Tushita Palace, no matter the gods, demons or ghosts, would not want to take a few pills.
From Baoguang's point of view, the grade is not low. I am afraid that a true immortal will be greedy. For many years, Bai Yu often went to Tushita Palace to fan the flames and flatter Ma Lianqing. The old man occasionally rewarded a few pills. The two boys were more generous. Bai Yujun flattered Ma Lianqing. The cow was not spared either, and high-grade green grass was tricked from the cow's mouth...
The injury is fine, but I want to know who made the sneak attack!
"Master, can you clearly see the features of those two turtle grandsons?"
"One is a female scorpion dragon, and the other is covered up so that her appearance cannot be seen clearly. She is probably in the late stage of Xuanxian or the early stage of Celestial Immortal."
Bai Yujun instantly remembered that when he left the dark void, the forces in Shenlong Temple had the aura of scorpion dragons. Bai Long was very angry, and the consequences were very serious. It seemed that they would not stop until they were beaten in pain. He recalled that he had to fight them every few decades. After a massacre to solidify the beast's reputation, it's time to pick up the customs.
"Master, don't worry, I will settle this account as soon as possible!"
It is the nature of Bai Yujun's beasts to retaliate when they have a grudge, and peace comes from fighting.
He said goodbye and went back to the hut. He spread out the bedding and lay down on the bed without taking off his clothes. He took out a small notebook and kept records carefully. He felt very comfortable looking at the many crossed out names. When he had killed them all, he changed the notebook.
Adjust the pillow until your neck is comfortable.
He crossed his legs and shook them lightly.
Listening to the crickets chirping outside the window, the moonlight slanted all over the floor, and the full moon was reflected in the bronze mirror of the dressing table in front of the window.
Bai Yujun occasionally likes to think at night.
Even in the dead of night, you can still hear sounds far away.
For example, the sound of rumbling waterfalls in the distant mountains, blurred during the day, and still outside the window late at night, is ethereal, thorough, and thoughts are clearer. Life is like this. Only when it is quiet and deserted can we think seriously, consider the present, and plan the future, without being interrupted by noise. ideas.
Qianqian's thin fingers were spinning and playing with the pen.
"Dragon Palace..."
The temple claims to be dedicated to the dragon, but it is the enemy of the dragon.
Yes, it can't do anything to you, but it can waste your time.
I do bad things in front of me when I have nothing to do, and I feel upset when I see them.
Every time I want to completely uproot this damn Dragon Palace, I have to consider the dragon traitor behind it. He will use his stealth to the extreme. This kind of guy has been hiding and hiding for tens of thousands of years. If he doesn't take action, he will definitely be extremely vicious. , go straight to the point!
"Perhaps... I can prune the branches first and cut off its arms so that it has no chess pieces to use."
Licking the tip of the pen to wet it, jot down the strategy in small print for later planning of the itinerary.
"Well, you can also win over the half-dragon clan. It's better to have help than to go it alone. The credibility of the half-dragon clan is open to question. If it doesn't work, you can always find a few reliable ones by recruiting a group of people to guard against them."
In previous meetings with high-level officials of the half-dragon clan, both parties were on guard against each other.
After all, it has been thousands of years since the Dragon Clan fell to the altar. Hanging up the portrait of the Divine Dragon is considered to be the most benevolent thing. If it weren't for being so oppressed by the Divine Dragon Palace, I probably wouldn't be able to remember the fifth dragon in the world.
As for the heavenly army under Erlang Shen, there is basically no hope.
Either guard against the demons, or be overwhelmed by the eight immortal realms.
Half-dragons became the priority.
Adjust the pillow again.
"After leaving Daomen, let's go back to our hometown first."
Remember that there is something that will be very useful. You will know at a glance when the time comes.
I was writing and drawing, the pale blue slanting moonlight was moving slowly, and the monkey on the old tree in the yard turned over and scratched his waist. Monkeys like to sleep on trees, that's their nature.
Put away your pen and notebook, stretch your waist, and slowly hug your knees and curl up.
"So sleepy..."
The bed curtains were lowered automatically, and the room was quiet...
Time flies.
I don’t know how old I am in the mountains, but when I open the window, it’s already covered with snow.
The white snow, green cliffs and ancient pines are very much like the majestic Shenhua Mountain in those days. I still remember boiling the snow and making tea. After living here for so many days, it’s time to go down the mountain. Longsheng is getting busier and busier and has no time to spare, alas.
After tidying up, we bid farewell to our master, brother, and sister, and led the monkey away from the Taoist gate.
Go down the mountain.
The wind blows on the yellow dust road, and the pommel horse smiles for a lifetime.
Crossroads, Wind and Rain Bridge.
Bai Yujun stood by the river and watched the people coming and going on the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge. He held up the wine jar and took a sip of turbid wine, wiping his mouth with his sleeves.
"Brother Monkey, I have some things to do. Let's say goodbye in front of the bridge. I will go find you when the things are done."
"Zhi, I can help you."
The monkey squatted on a stone on the side of the road and took out a dry tobacco stick, crushed the tobacco leaves with his fingers, compacted them, lit them and took a sip.
The smoke blurred the monkey's ugly face with sharp mouth and fangs, making it difficult to see his expression and what he was thinking...
"I will ask Brother Monkey for help in the future. It may be very difficult."
"Zhizhi, no problem, take care."
"Well, take care."
Bai Yujun smiled and turned around in the other direction.
After walking a long way, looking back, I can still see a gray hunchbacked figure in front of Fengyu Bridge...
