Master is here [Crossing Books]

As the monk with the best medical skills in the entire comprehension world, monk Yanqing is proud and fearless. The person who made him surrender has long since disappeared.

But at this time, facing such a cruel and cold threat from Lu Yuan...

Under the threat of coercion, Lu Chengda bent his noble knees, his face was full of tears because of the pain in his knees, "Okay, Master Lu, whatever you say is what you say."

After getting the answer he was satisfied with, Lu Yuan raised his hand and retreated the coercion.

Turning one's hands into clouds and turning one's hands into rain, such a powerful strength cannot be cultivated without a thousand years.

Although monk Yanqing was old, his weak strength could only be used to keep himself alive. Under the stark contrast between the two sides, he shed tears of regret for not practicing well.

"But Master Lu." Cultivator Yanqing raised his head, pinched the chin of his clean and beardless young face with one hand, frowned and said: "This time, if you want to recover quickly, there is only one way, that is It’s a sacrifice of heart and soul.”

"The blood of the heart is the most precious thing in the human body. One drop is worth a hundred drops. Using your own heart blood as a guide to speed up the operation of the spiritual power in the whole body is the best way to restore the soul."

While speaking, Brother Yanqing went to fetch the contents of the medicine box.

Lu Yuan had guesses to some extent, and was not surprised at all that his heart and soul would be used.

After expressing his agreement with a "huh" from his nose, Lu Yuan watched as monk Yanqing put a clay bowl with a diameter of about three inches in front of him, and handed him a knife, "Master Lu, hurry up!" Cut off the blood."

Lu Yuan remained silent, picked up the bowl and shook it, and motioned to Brother Yanqing, "Blood in my heart, use this to pretend?"

Cultivator Yanqing nodded his head as a matter of course, and said unhurriedly with that old voice like Hong Zhong: "That's right."

Lu Yuan suddenly had a feeling of being deceived, narrowed his long and narrow eyes half-closed dangerously, and the knife in his hand almost turned out, his eyes turned from the top of monk Yanqing's head to the feet, as if he was thinking about where to go. The cutting speed is faster.

"...Do you really have nothing to say?"

After hearing this, Brother Yanqing clapped his hands suddenly, "That's right! Master Lu, I remembered."

Turning around, he took out another knife from the medicine box, replacing the one Lu Yuan was holding in his hand. This knife was smaller and thinner than the original one. Shiny, "Use this one, I just sharpened it, it's sharper."

Bear with it, bear with it, don't need to bear with it.

Lu Yuan grabbed monk Yanqing with one hand, and beat him heartily.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Chengda, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, wiped his nosebleed and said, "Just one drop is enough. If the bowl is too big, it will be easier to add other medicines. Master Lu is really good at joking, how can I let you bleed a bowl?" , it’s not like making duck blood to eat.”

But after receiving Lu Yuan's gaze, Lu Chengda immediately turned his head away again, "It's my fault, it's because I didn't think carefully."

Two hours before the sun rose in the early morning, Lu Yuan unbuttoned his belt to reveal a fair chest covered with a layer of muscles and well-proportioned flesh and bones. Then he aimed the blade at his heart and directly inserted it in without changing his face.

After the knife entered the body, it was like a thin tube, so weak that its existence could hardly be noticed.

A drop of blood with lavender gleam slowly fell into the bowl along the blade, after which Lu Yuan pulled out the blade.

The pain of getting in and pulling out was extremely painful. Originally, monk Yanqing specially prepared a soundproof array, but Lu Yuan didn't say a word, and it was completely useless.

Staring at the drop of blood, Lu Yuan got up and put on his clothes. The appearance of the drop of blood was like a red pearl stained with purple luster. It was very strange and strange, but it was also the proof of his innate demon body.

Yin Li thought he didn't know anything and never told him, but he didn't know that he already knew everything.

He is the son of the Demon Lord Lu Jixuan, that's why he was bullied, imprisoned, and even...almost abandoned by him.

The changes in the past few days have brought him back to the past, but it also reminded him of many things.

In the past, Yin Li's kindness to him, his doting on him, and his tenderness all came to an abrupt end after Nahunmu, and even wanted to abandon him several times, but Lu Yuan never blamed Yin Li, even He was faintly jealous of his younger self.

As long as you act coquettishly, you can get his hug, if you act stupid, you can get his touch, and if you work a little harder, you can get his kiss.

Unlike the current self, who can only look up at the master's back, no matter what, he can't get Yin Li's eyes. He even wants to use that book to bring the master here from the fairy world in an attempt to win his favor. Using such a dirty He didn't even have any regrets about such a dirty trick.

He suddenly remembered the only gift Yin Li gave him after the Nahunmu incident.

It was a cold ice sword, smelted from Wannian Xuanbing, called Suxue, and it was said that this sword could protect his spiritual power from being corroded by evil energy.

The sword was integrated into his body when Yin Li didn't know it, but he only told Yin Li that the sword was accidentally broken.Yin Li didn't pursue it, and acted as if that was the case, but he didn't know that the sword was in the body of the apprentice in front of him.

Lu Yuan spread his palms in front of him, and with a movement in his heart, a sword with a cold air slowly appeared in his hand.

The cold light radiated everywhere, and the place where the sword energy went was covered with a layer of frost, and the words Suxue were printed on the black hilt.

Lu Yuan thought about it mockingly in his heart: This sword does not have the spiritual power to protect him, because he has already been rotten.

Cultivator Yanqing looked at the blood, but muttered, "Master Lu's blood is different from ordinary people."

This person looked like he didn't recognize the devil's energy. Lu Yuan had long been used to others criticizing his blood of the devil race. Seeing that monk Yanqing was like this, he was stunned.

After thinking about it, I realized that there is no such thing as demons in this world, only cultivators who go mad, and most of the monks who go mad will die immediately, which is completely different from the fairy world.

Brother Yanqing was no stranger to Lu Yuan's action of taking out a sword from the air. He directly added the elixir to Lu Yuan after that drop of blood, and asked him to drink it in one gulp. Then he was ready to help Lu Yuan heal his wounds.

He moved his fingers, drew a formation with cinnabar on the side, and did not forget to remind Lu Yuan: "Master Lu, this method consumes a lot of energy, and it will naturally recover after a few days of slowly recuperating your body. The treatment is not worth the candle."

"I know." Lu Yuan took Su Xue back into his body, his eyes were foggy, and it seemed that thousands of thick inks were soaked in them, venting and outlining his breath.

He couldn't wait any longer, he didn't want to get along with Master like this anymore, not to mention that the book was gone.

The book that made him discover that it could connect the fairy world and this world should have been by his side after he recognized the Lord with a drop of blood, but after arriving in this world, he has been summoned countless times without any response.

The magic weapon of recognizing the owner can disappear, one is because the owner is dead, the other is that the consciousness is wiped out by a more powerful person and the owner is changed again, and the third is because the magic weapon has not recognized the owner at all.

No matter which one it is, it is a bit weird in this state.

Lu Yuan closed his eyes tightly, and kept trembling the thick black eyelash feathers, forming a faint shadow on his face, thinking about the experience before and after he picked up this book in his mind.

He met that book in a place full of secret treasures when he ventured into the secret realm alone, and now it suddenly disappeared, which is even more strange.He always had a premonition in his heart that today's life is getting worse every day.

"Master Lu." Cultivator Yanqing wiped off the cinnabar on his hands, sat behind Lu Yuan, and prepared to transmit spiritual power from his spine to stimulate acupuncture points all over Lu Yuan's body, "Then it will begin."

Lu Yuan felt that the medicine he had just taken had taken effect in his body, so he nodded, "Well, let's start."

The formation was in operation, and the ever-burning lamps in the house burned more and more vigorously under the collision of spiritual power, illuminating the house as brightly as the rising sun, shining brightly.

The feeling of sticking to the soul is uncomfortable, like ten thousand ants gnawing on the bone marrow, and a hundred swords are also piercing the heart.

Lu Yuan was dripping with cold sweat, he frowned but immediately let go, blood flowed from his seven orifices, he was stiff from the pain but he still didn't say a word, he just kept silently chanting two words - "Yin Li."

The ever-burning lamps became brighter and brighter, and the lamp oil burned faster and faster. Cultivator Yanqing, who was taking a rest after losing his spiritual power, looked around and couldn't care less about sweating, so he hurriedly took lamp oil to each of the ever-burning lamps. Put it on, "Ah! It's burning too fast, it's not good!"

"Not one can be extinguished, not one can be extinguished!" He said stubbornly, but his eyes were unprecedentedly clear.

After taking care of hundreds of ever-burning lamps, monk Yanqing was about to put back the last one, and sat back to continue transmitting spiritual power, when he suddenly heard the sound of a long string of requiem bells hanging outside the cave.

This sound is not the simple bell ringing when Yin Li, Lu Yuan and others walked in, but it rings rhythmically, one after another, like a beautiful movement, telling the soul of the old man to return to his hometown, and those who often think about it come to each other quickly.

Cultivator Yanqing shook his hand, and the ever-burning lamp, which he regarded as a treasure, fell to the ground, but he couldn't pick it up at all. He couldn't care about Lu Yuan who was still recovering from his wounds, and tremblingly walked towards the door.

Other people who were resting also heard the unique ringing of the bell, and after being awakened, they quickly came to the entrance of the cave, their faces full of surprise.

Yin Li, who had always been unshakeable in sleep, was so noisy that he couldn't sleep at all, so he pushed open the door and walked out of the house.

"What's the matter, why does the bell keep ringing in the middle of the night?"

Wu Yuan hesitated, walked in front of his ancestor and shook his head to express his ignorance, while monk Yanqing stood at the front of the crowd and muttered several times.

After a plain white embroidered shoe stepped into the door, big teardrops rolled down the boy's face, and the muscles on his face trembled violently, revealing a strange expression of crying and laughing.

His voice was old and hoarse, but he was extremely excited because of that figure, "She's here! It's her!"

The two apprentices, Song Xiao and Zhu Sheng, who were about to draw out their swords, immediately withdrew their swords after hearing what Brother Yanqing said, and knelt on the ground in unison.

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I received Jinjiang's public SMS, and now the front desk can't see everyone's comments. I don't know if I will stand alone because of this, woo woo woo...