Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

When it comes to martial arts cultivation, Mo Wenshuang is very strict and meticulous, if you fail to meet the requirements, you will never be allowed to rest.Therefore, although Luo Zhiyu and the two of them did not steal Fang Feijin many times, their cultivation was improving by leaps and bounds.

He was pardoned during the assessment on this day, so he watched Mo Wenshuang assess the other disciples.

The man never lifted his eyelids, but whenever someone made a mistake, he would know immediately, and he would whip it over with a whip, hit the air, and the true energy released would not hurt anyone, but the pain caused the other party to cry.

If someone makes mistakes over and over again, the crying blood will be stained with blood, and it will feel like sweat seeps into the wound.Not to mention the pain.Luo Zhiyu pouted and touched his body, as if he had also been beaten.In his opinion, this cannot be regarded as Mo Wenshuang's ruthlessness, after all, he hadn't been gently reminded at the beginning, it's still wrong, he can't blame others for being ruthless, but himself for being stupid!

"How can you have a long memory if you don't suffer a little?"

Shen Wulan would always reply to him in a timely manner: "If it hits you, what can you say in such a partial way?"

"Partial eyes?" Luo Zhiyu was thoughtful.

As for his disciples often talking about his inexplicable anger and lashing out, Luo Zhiyu only thought it was fabricated by them because they were afraid of this person's cold appearance and means of punishment.Shen Wulan also agrees with this point very much, after all, the two of them have stolen Fang Fei for nearly four months, except for the apparent indifference on the outside, most of them have experienced his caring and tender side!

This also made the two of them feel strange, such a temperamental person should be a person who likes to laugh, but why is he wrapped in coldness and indifference, with sadness and desolation.He was so misunderstood by everyone!

What was even more frustrating was that Luo Zhiyu had been stunned for so long and had no chance to give him a pulse. Mo Wenshuang was very sensitive, and every time he mentioned treating him, he would not respond.Not to mention stretching out his wrist obediently to treat him.

However, until one day, Luo Zhiyu slightly agreed with the sentence that Luo Zhiyu said to the senior brothers, Mr. Shuang would get angry for no reason, and casually use blood to draw people.

It was after another assessment, and Mo Wenshuang, with a cold and gloomy face, passed by a dormitory where more than a dozen people lived together, and heard a lively chat inside.Loud and annoying.

There are rules in the religious motto: in the territory of Mianwu, no wanton noise is allowed.

However, under normal circumstances, Mo Wenshuang would not act in accordance with the religious teachings. Except for the extremely strict assessment, he basically turned a deaf ear to the rest.

He really doesn't think of himself as a master.

At that time, Luo Zhiyu was talking to him about his experience in cultivation, when he suddenly saw Mo Wenshuang's expression of sadness and anger, like a flame bursting out in the glacier, extremely ferocious, he turned around and opened the door of the dormitory with crying blood, Before the people inside could react, crying blood had already drawn on a person who looked happy and chattered.

The disciple's smile froze for an instant, followed by a roar of pain, his chest was bright red, and blood flowed profusely.

All the disciples were terrified by this sudden night's experience, shivering in silence.Responding, Qiqi knelt down and begged for mercy, saying that he would not dare to make any more noise in the future.

Luo Zhiyu was shocked by his appearance, and didn't know what happened for a while.Didn't he just ignore everything?

Why the sudden rage?

Is it because they are too noisy today?

Or do you want to show off the majesty of the palm master from time to time?

After these thoughts, Luo Zhiyu's heart seemed to be hit by some blunt object, because Mo Wenshuang's eyes quickly flashed a trace of guilt, very quickly, it was too difficult to catch.Luo Zhiyu even suspected that he was wrong.

But the figure who left in a hurry, with tears in his eyes and red eyes, seemed to be a person who collapsed everything in an instant, making Luo Zhiyu clench his fists, feeling a little pain in his heart: What's wrong with him?

Then there were several times such things happened. He broke out in an instant, hit someone, and then went out in an instant, and fled.

No wonder, the disciples of Xianzong are afraid of him, this is really a sudden anger and beating!

But Luo Zhiyu probably knew why he was sometimes indifferent to their quarrel, and sometimes lost his temper.

There is only one reason that can make him cry.

The person who was beaten was happily talking about his parents.And the more happy and harmonious the description, the harder Mo Wenshuang whipped.

He doesn't seem to want to hear that other people's families are harmonious and happy!

Before Bai Suizhong said that he hurt himself because of his father, at first Luo Zhiyu didn't understand what his father did, but later he found out that the father of the three masters passed away 15 years ago.He died on the spot when he was eradicating the mad Master Meng.

What is the reason for a dead person to hurt himself every year?When others mentioned his family, he would miss his father, and he would get angry when he brought up sad things?Luo Zhiyu speculated with Shen Wulan like this.However, more than ten years have passed, and you still can't let go?

The two felt that there must be some other secret in him!Luo Zhiyu, who was hooked secretly, was sluggish all day long, and was very upset!But he couldn't find an answer in this fairy sect.

Only a few times, Mo Wenxue hesitated to speak, but laughed it off.He just said something to Luo Zhiyu: Don't ask about his parents.Then he thanked him inexplicably: Wen Shuang looks different from the dull days in the past recently, thank you.

Luo Zhiyu didn't know why, but Shen Wulan thought that maybe the two of them stole Fang Fei's body, and Master Xue Zhang saw it.He has always been mild-tempered, and he does not advocate punishment and scolding. When someone makes a mistake, he just reminds him kindly, and he is loved by his disciples.

During this period of time, maybe he watched them often harass Mr. Shuang, and didn't see him getting bored, but taught them martial arts practice with heart.I'm afraid it was in line with Master Xue's original intention. He originally hoped that Mo Wenshuang could teach Luo Zhiyu and the others in person.

I think it is a great thing for the elder brother to be able to contact and communicate with others for the person who has always locked himself in Fangfeijin.That's why the honorable Master Snow Palm expressed his gratitude to Luo Zhiyu.

Hearing Shen Wulan's conjecture, Luo Zhiyu, who had always been an optimist, sighed: "Thank me for what? I don't know anything about his illness or his thoughts! As a doctor, I have failed so much!"

This guy was a little depressed, and Shen Wulan faintly felt that Luo Zhiyu seemed to have grown up a bit.Treat patients with the heart of a doctor and the heart of a parent.

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Ten days later, the three masters summoned the newly recruited disciples in October last year, selected [-] with better abilities, and took them to Xianyang Feiling Realm - Zhuang's Immortal Sect.That is, the number one immortal sect on the hundred sects list.

Every year from July [-]th to July [-]th is the time when the yin energy in the world is the heaviest, and Zhuang's calligraphy is the soft way of water, which is easy to attract evil spirits and monsters.Especially in the three days when it was rumored that the tricky door was open, the evil spirit was soaring, and the demons danced wildly.

The Zhuang family will mobilize all the disciples of Xianzong to suppress it.A lot of manpower wasted.

After it became the No. [-] Immortal Sect, its master Zhuang Feicheng asked all the Immortal Sects to go to Feiling Realm in Zhongyuan every July. It is called to organize a hunt for evil spirits, but in fact it is to let everyone help them deal with it. The tricky problem of evil.

Really good at calculating, Luo Zhiyu scoffed in his heart.

Luo Zhiyu and Shen Wulan were also counted as newly recruited disciples.Although the two of them had only a short time to get started, their cultivation base was much higher than that of many old disciples, so they were naturally qualified to hunt evil spirits.

This was of course due to his stalking of Mo Wenshuang.These words were said by Shen Wulan. In his own words, this is called getting it in a proper way.

Before leaving, Luo Zhiyu didn't see Mo Wenshuang, so he moved closer to Mo Wenxue, and asked in a low voice, "Even if he doesn't want to take care of the big and small things in the sect, doesn't he still have to attend? Zong is going to go, why doesn't Young Master Shuang go?"

Mo Wenxue glanced at Mo Wenfeng, who nodded slightly. He pulled Luo Zhiyu away, and said: "Since five years ago, he has never been with me on the fifth day of the middle of every month. Meet my brother."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know, I asked, but he didn't say anything."

"He didn't say it?" He refused to write it out.Luo Zhiyu usually talks a lot and asks a lot of questions. Every time he steals Fang Feijin, he will ask Mo Wenshuang what he is willing to answer, and the other party will pick up what he is willing to answer and write it down.

Luo Zhiyu kept all the papers for these answers, and often took them out to look at them. His handwriting was very beautiful, just like his person, who looked cold and tasted warm.

He also kept the letter that Mo Wenshuang gave him for the first time, and it was just one sentence: In the territory of Mianwu, follow the etiquette of proportionality between teachers and brothers.

Since then, Luo Zhiyu has strongly demanded that Shen Wulan must call him senior brother!Don't call him son!

Shen Wulan was speechless: "I am older than you, how can I call you brother?"

The shameless Mou Luoke didn't care about these things, and said in one breath: "Junior Brother Shen, Junior Brother Shen." Shen Wulan was used to hearing it, anyway, since he was a child, let him, follow him, a title, whatever he likes.

After Xue Zhangzun finished speaking, he returned to Mo Wenfeng's side, and the two raised their hands to signal everyone to fly with their swords.

"Wait!" Luo Zhiyu stepped on the wooden sword equipped with Xianzong's martial arts training, "I'll grind him out!"

Immortal sect disciples have studied for one year, and sword cultivators will only be equipped with formal faces after passing the assessment of sword cultivators. Before that, they must use this kind of wooden sword with low spiritual power.

Because the sword also needs spiritual infusion, it will have requirements on its owner, not just anyone can have a sword in the endless land.

"Brother, don't act recklessly!" Shen Wulan wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Master Xue.

"It's good to let him try, Wen Shuang, if you don't go to the Zhuang Clan's evil hunt every time, you will always be gossiped about." He had a hunch that Luo Zhiyu could persuade his younger brother.

"It's useless to go," Mo Wenfeng said, leading him a little farther away, "You and I have been away for a long time to see him during these five days in the middle of the month. You forgot that during these few days, he will set up Barrier, his spiritual talent is mellow, plus the fourth brother..."

"Brother..." Mo Wenxue answered, "So neither you nor I can enter Mengyin's enchantment. I was negligent. Use it, I'm afraid it will return in vain."

The two spoke in a low voice, and they were still some distance away from the disciples, but Shen Wulan accidentally saw Mo Wenfeng mouthing "fourth brother".But he didn't think much about it, he was worried that if Luo Zhiyu went to Fangfei, he might use some begging method to get Master Shuang to come out.

Don't bother him with making noise, just whip him up.