In those years when I was a mortal and a demon

From then on, Lu Yuan and Han Li officially became senior brothers.

Doctor Mo persuaded several elders of Qixuan Sect to dig out a quiet room on the mountain wall of Shenshou Valley for Han Li to use exclusively for cultivation.

As soon as this decision was made, Han Li was extremely grateful.

What flattered Han Li even more was that from the day he officially became his disciple, Doctor Mo gave Han Li several different medicines every day, and also used some unknown herbs to make soup for soaking his body.

Although Lu Yuan didn't recognize the names and functions of these medicines, he could understand a little about the functions of these medicines when he saw that Doctor Mo's usually expressionless face showed a look of reluctance to give them up every time he took them out. Precious place.

Sometimes he would get up early in the morning and take Lu Yuan all over the mountains and fields to collect the morning dew of certain medicinal herbs, saying that it would be used by Han Li to prevent him from going crazy.

And in order to train Lu Yuan, Doctor Mo took him with him. Not only did he teach him step by step, he also taught him all his medical skills. And he was allowed to read all the medical books in his house at will. Except for Changchun Gong, Lu Yuan basically read whatever he wanted.

Later, the medicine was often given to Lu Yuan and he was responsible for refining it for Han Li.

Dr. Mo also responded to Lu Yuan's questions about his medical skills. Even sometimes, he was willing to put down his position and discuss Lu Yuan's opinions in detail like a close friend.

Any request Lu Yuan makes, as long as it is not outrageous to the extreme, will be met, as long as he is willing to study medical skills.

Taking this opportunity, Lu Yuan found some notes in a secret place in Dr. Mo's room, which recorded his methods of coping with physical aging.

Lu Yuan tried to use the above methods on himself one by one, and combined with the precious medicines that he had withheld from Han Li, he finally temporarily suppressed the deterioration of the essence and blood in his body, but he could not make up for the losses caused before.

But another thing that puzzled Lu Yuan was that Doctor Mo's behavior far exceeded the normal affection between master and disciple. Not to mention Han Li, even Lu Yuan felt a little uneasy for no reason.

It's understandable that he wants to seize Han Li's body. Why are you so concerned about yourself, turning yourself into a refined corpse? But I wasn’t allowed to learn Elephant Armor Kung Fu.

Isn't it time yet?

Lu Yuan was unsure. During a certain exchange, he took advantage of Dr. Mo's happiness and pretended to be casual and asked what kind of kung fu he wanted to teach him.

"Why, you want to learn Kung Fu again?" Doctor Mo asked in surprise.

"Yes, look at how much care you have paid to Senior Brother Han since he started practicing the Oral Formula. Every day he is boiling medicine and refining elixirs." Lu Yuan curled his lips.

"Haha, you kid really can't bear any loss." Doctor Mo said with a smile. Ever since he discovered that Han Li had successfully practiced Changchun Kung, he was in a good mood.

"How about Master, you can teach me something else, something similar to this formula." Lu Yuan tried his hand.

One day he met Zhang Tie again, and suddenly remembered that this old man also had spiritual roots, and he was a third spiritual root with better qualifications than Han Li. Because Changchun Kung Fu is a wood-attribute technique, it cannot be practiced, so It was so sad that he ended up being a corpse.

Maybe his situation is similar to Zhang Tie's, just because the spiritual root attributes are wrong. Although Mo Juren only has Changchun Kung in his hands, Yu Zitong comes from a serious cultivating family, so he should have some in stock.

Doctor Mo looked at Lu Yuan with a pitiful look on his face and seemed like he couldn't bear it.

"Let me think about it." After saying that, he closed his eyes and began to think.

Lu Yuan's heart moved, and he knew that Mo Juren was probably looking for Yu Zitong.

After a long time, Doctor Mo slowly opened his eyes and shook his head.

Lu Yuan was extremely disappointed and looked depressed.

Dr. Mo comforted him: "I still have a very powerful kung fu. If you master it, it will be enough for you to conquer the world in the future."

Elephant armor skill.

Lu Yuan sneered in his heart.

Seeing that Lu Yuan was not very interested, Doctor Mo added: "My kung fu is called the Demon Silver Hand. It is a feared kung fu in the world and is known as the 'Ghost Hand'!"

"Magic Silver Hands!" Lu Yuan was stunned. It was not the Elephant Armor Skill, but Mo Juren's famous stunt, the Magic Silver Hands.

Mo Juren's two biggest trump cards are his superb medical skills and the other is his magic silver hand. He has already taught all his medical skills to others, and now he can almost say that he is passing on the magic silver hand. Apart from his own life experience and Changchun Kung, Doctor Mo almost gave him a hand.

"Are you scared?"

"I still have some land in my hometown, and a few daughters who are about the same age as you. If you are willing to learn the magic silver hand, I will let you choose one to be your wife, and the land will be used as a dowry. How about that?" Dr. Mo looked at Lu Yuan. With a dull look, he laughed again.

"Mo Yuzhu?"

"Mo Feng Wu?"

"Mo Caihuan?"

When Lu Yuan heard this, the doubts in his heart were temporarily suppressed, and another thought quietly emerged.

Mo Laogui's three daughters are all bringing disaster to the country and the people.

"Hey, why are your eyes shining? Do you really want to choose?" Dr. Mo was a little surprised to find Lu Yuan's face full of nymphomaniacs. This kid is less than ten years old, but he has started thinking about this matter at a young age?

"Children only do multiple-choice questions. When I grow up, I want them all!" Lu Yuan chuckled.

"Boy, what a coward!" Doctor Mo was stunned for a moment, then slapped Lu Yuan on the head.

"Master, don't fight, I'm just joking." Lu Yuan hurriedly explained.

"Starting from tomorrow, I will help you lay the foundation and then refine the Demon Silver Hand!" Doctor Mo ignored Lu Yuan, said a word, stood up and left tremblingly.

Lu Yuan was dumbfounded. It wasn't that he didn't want to learn the magic silver hand. Mainly because he couldn't see through the old fox more and more, and the situation seemed to be beyond Lu Yuan's control.

Back at his residence, Lu Yuan glanced at Han Li's house casually.

Sure enough, Han Li was not in the house and was probably still practicing in the quiet room.

This guy was quite diligent. Lu Yuan curled his lips, truly envious of Han Li's luck. Slowly walking out of Shenshou Valley, along the mountain path, as usual, I walked towards the vaguely visible Chishui Peak.

He doesn't have anything important to do now, so the reason why he runs there on time every day is naturally to control the Sky Vase.

Although he is not embarking on the journey of cultivating immortals now, now that he knows about the heaven-defying treasure like Palm Palm Vase, how can he give it to Old Demon Han for nothing.

After a period of calculation, he has roughly delineated the scope of the book. When he has nothing to do, he likes to sneak around here twice. It is nominally to watch the waterfall and relax. In fact, he has already gone through this place several times. There's only three feet left to dig.

But the strange thing is that no matter how much I look for it, there is no trace of the Heaven Palm Vase. It seems that I have found it in the wrong place. Lu Yuan did not believe in evil and expanded the scope. After several months of searching, it was still in vain.

Frequently running here made Doctor Mo a little suspicious. Lu Yuan explained that he had read too many books and wanted to appreciate the romantic sentiments of literati, but Doctor Mo would not believe such nonsense.

Lu Yuan had no choice but to do it under Chishui Peak, in front of Dr. Mo.

Keep your back straight, put your hands on your back, and look up with your head at a 45-degree angle. Facing the lingering rainbow in the water vapor all over the sky, I chanted Li Bai's famous line through the ages.

"Flying down three thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way is falling from the sky!"

Doctor Mo was confused when he heard this, nodded repeatedly, and no longer had any doubts.

"He is a good young man with both civil and military skills. My daughter deserves it!"