Master never follows a routine

When Zhuo Ying first wanted to kill Jiang Linmu, he had just entered the Nascent Soul Stage.

At that time, Jiang Linmu had only been in the Immortal Realm for half a year, and he still looked like a teenager. At that time, he hadn't grown up yet, and he didn't have the enviable good looks he has now.

As a young man, he was thin and thin, with fat on his cheeks, and his whole body exuded a childishness that had not faded away.But no one in the entire sect knows this little genius whose cultivation speed is against the sky.

Zhuo Ying is gentle, tolerant and domineering. Jiang Linmu really liked him at the beginning. Apart from his mother, he was the only elder who treated him well, so when Zhuo Ying asked him to transform his spiritual root, he had no objection.

Jiang Linmu's body is a tree that has never been seen before. It may not be old enough, the body is small and short, but the crown is huge, with clusters of lush leaves.

"Master didn't say anything after seeing my real body. He just asked me to keep it away so that no one else would find out." Jiang Linmu took a sip from the medicine bowl and said slowly.

"I have a senior brother whose name I have forgotten...he has a spiritual weapon, which he snatched from the waist of a sea clam monster—the kind of monster that can breed a spiritual weapon by itself, and it is difficult for people in the immortal way to give it away. Hunting and killing, it is no longer seen now."

Ying Lin rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and looked up at Jiang Linmu: "Master, I've seen it in books. Their spirit weapons are not offensive, but they can heal wounds! If they are raised in the dantian, no matter how badly injured they are, they can be cured." Heal quickly!"

Ying Lin suddenly understood something, and stuttered a little: "Master, you, you are not..."

Didn't he say that he is a god grass, and his body will heal itself quickly!

Dead liar!

Jiang Linmu coughed lightly: "Later, I went on a mission with him..."

The task was far beyond the information given by the suzerain. The three teenagers were facing a monk in the distracted stage who was possessed by demons. One of the teenagers had his throat cut off alive. is out of danger.

When Jiang Linmu was fighting with the monk, he used his sword to cut a very long cut in Jiang Linmu's waist and abdomen, and the clothes on his waist and abdomen were soaked with blood...

If it was deeper, his intestines could be turned out.

Jiang Linmu gritted his teeth, but his body couldn't hold it anymore, he shouted weakly and fled in panic, ignoring his senior brother: "Senior brother, slow down, take me..."

The senior brother really stopped in his tracks, gritted his teeth and said angrily, "What are you waiting for! That lunatic will chase after you at some point! Do you want to die?"

Jiang Linmu smiled wryly: "Brother, look at my injury, I can't run even if I want to!"

With a gloomy face, he ran back and said impatiently, "You are such a trouble."

Jiang Linmu lowered his eyelids, thinking that when I fought him, you were hiding from the side. If it wasn't for me, would you still have a chance to fight Joe with me?

"Trouble senior brother." His voice was trembling, soft and weak, it was extremely pitiful.

This really wasn't something he pretended, if it wasn't for the wrong time, Jiang Linmu would have passed out now - he couldn't guarantee that this guy would abandon him and run away after he fainted.

Hearing his words, the senior brother was stunned for a moment, pushed away his hand covering his abdomen, and said with a complicated expression: "You are really seriously injured."

You just found out now?

"If you don't treat it anymore, you will die even if you are a monster. I will give you the spiritual weapon." He said.

Jiang Linmu looked at him in surprise, who didn't know that it was his life-saving weapon, as long as he had breath, he couldn't die.

The senior brother hid the spirit weapon in his dantian. It is very troublesome to urge out this kind of natural spiritual weapon that already lives in the dantian. Jiang Linmu was shocked when he saw the blood he vomited: "Senior brother..."

Now that the tiger and the wolf were driving from behind, he was willing to injure his own dantian and force the spirit weapon out for himself.

This person is too nice!

The senior brother wiped his mouth: "You put it into the dantian."

Jiang Linmu was grateful, and immediately placed it in his dantian. Sure enough, the wound on his waist and abdomen healed quickly with the naked eye, and his body gradually recovered his strength.

"Senior brother, I've recovered from my injury, how can I force it out? I'll give it back to you!" Jiang Linmu helped him up.

"It's okay, that lunatic will come back at some point, you can save it for now." He covered his mouth and said palely.

Jiang Linmu led him all the way back to the sect, and the senior brother almost ran back to Zhuo Ying with all hands and feet: "The great sect master!"

He also took a step forward and called out: "Master, brother, he..."

"Master! Jiang Linmu hurt my dantian and robbed me of my past life pearl!" The senior brother interrupted him and complained first.

"Brother! What are you talking about?" Jiang Linmu just felt his head was in a daze: "Didn't you see that I was seriously injured and gave it to me?"

"Look at your lively appearance, am I the one who was injured?"

Zhuo Ying frowned, looked at Jiang Linmu with a stern expression: "Is there such a thing?"

"Master, brother gave it to me, I have no intention of asking for his beads! Please trust me!"

"Nonsense! Those beads are in your dantian! If Master doesn't believe it, just cut open his dantian and you will find out!" The senior brother turned his face and glared at him fiercely: "A monster is a monster, stubborn!"

Ying Lin frowned, her eye circles were red, her face was very ugly, as if she was enduring great anger: "So? Just based on his casual words, Zhuo Ying really wants to dissect Shizun's dantian?"

"That's not true. Zhuo Ying's actions are equivalent to telling the world that he has murderous intentions for his apprentice?" Jiang Linmu propped his chin and said lazily: "That senior brother died suddenly at night, saying I suffered a great injury, my dantian was unstable, and I died from the backlash, the culprit was me... Forget it, why mention these, I am upset!"

"Master!" Ying Lin called him angrily, with a hint of coquettishness, which made Jiang Linmu almost choke himself to death with a sip of water.

"You child..." Jiang Linmu wiped the corners of his mouth, but Tuer's occasional acting like a baby really made him a little happy.

"Actually, there is nothing to say. Zhuo Ying wanted to punish me later and asked to take out the bead by force. However, the bead itself has a certain level of consciousness. After being forcibly separated from the body, I was terrified and voluntarily merged with my dantian."

"Then Zhuo Ying couldn't find anything?"

"How come?" Jiang Linmu laughed: "He has a way to force me to hand over the beads... Forget it, don't talk nonsense with you, go to rest early, he will come to the door tomorrow."

Unwilling, Ying Lin acted coquettishly and asked around, but Jiang Linmu's mouth closed tightly at this moment, and he didn't say a word.

In fact, there is nothing to say.

Zhuo Ying first had his blood drained, Jiang Linmu couldn't die with the beads, but a lot of spiritual power was used to heal the wound, and gradually he couldn't maintain his figure.

After he changed back to his original form, Zhuo Ying immediately cut off the tree roots—the artifact was right in front of him, and even he lost his composure.

At this moment, Jiang Linmu forcibly broke through the Nascent Soul stage, crossed the out-of-body stage, and stepped into the distraction stage in one fell swoop!

He didn't know how his cultivation speed was so fast, and the way of heaven gave him a [-]-[-] chance.

Fortunately, at that time, the cultivation base was soaring, and the sky thunder struck, killing many people, so Jiang Linmu dragged his weak body back to the dantian.

That stick later became his own magic weapon, after all, he cut off his own thigh, so he had to keep it in his dantian on weekdays.

He always says that he is grass, and a tree without roots is just a grass!