Sick Beauty Master Self-Help Guide

The time to open the light-crossing secret realm is only one month. After one month, if you don't come out by yourself, you will be locked inside for decades.

Song Chuyu, master and apprentice, found a small bamboo building to rest at this time, planning to take a rest before going to other places to visit.

This small bamboo building should have been left by that great power back then.

As soon as you enter the door, it should be a meeting place, with a table in the middle and a bamboo chair on each side.On the left hand side should be the bedroom, with a wooden bed inside, and a picture on the wall, the handwriting is beautiful, and the name on the signature does not sound like a male cultivator.On the right is a study room, in which there are many books of jade slips, and a book is open on the table, with incomprehensible characters and patterns on it.

When Song Chuyu first arrived, he was wary of any danger, but after walking around twice and finding nothing happened, he felt relieved.

After this relaxation, Song Chuyu clearly felt the pain on his back.

Song Chuyu is not the original owner's kind of monk who has practiced for many years. He is just an ordinary social animal in modern society. He has just left the comfortable university life, and he has not even accepted the severe beatings of the society.In modern society, the most serious injury to him is nothing more than cutting his finger while cooking. He has never suffered such a serious injury today.

Moreover, the original owner's health was not good at all, and now being clawed by this divine beast will affect the old wound even more, making Song Chuyu very uncomfortable.

But Song Chuyu couldn't show his weak side in front of his apprentices, so he could only hold on, and coldly asked Yan Xun to go to the study next to him to see what books were there, while he went into the bedroom and threw a barrier casually, Hide inside and heal yourself.

Yan Xun stood outside the barrier, looking at the rotten barrier, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

The fake Song Chuyu is really the fake Song Chuyu, such a barrier cannot stop people at all.

If Yan Xun had cultivated in his previous life, with a flick of a finger, this enchantment would disappear without a trace.

But Yan Xun didn't intend to expose the fake Song Chuyu right now, he also wanted to see what purpose this impostor had.

To be honest, Yan Xun really couldn't understand this counterfeit, if he had no plans for Yan Xun, then why would he stay with him all day long.If there is no plot against him, then why save him?

Yan Xun looked at the enchantment exuding light blue light, didn't bother with this question any more, turned around and walked into the study room, sat there boredly, flipping through the books on the table.

At this time, Song Chuyu's side.

The previous wound was just treated casually, so that he seemed to be all right.In fact, Song Chuyu took off his robe at this time, turned into a water mirror, and looked at the wound on his back, only then did he realize that the beast's claws were so powerful.

The wound was hideous, because Song Chuyu had already stopped the bleeding with immortal techniques, and now the wound looked like flesh turned outward.

But just like this, the wound looks even more ferocious.

When Song Chuyu was in college, the school gave lectures to teach them how to bandage. They thought it was useless, but now it has come in handy.

I saw Song Chuyu's fingertips pulsating, first he used the magic technique to heal the eversion wound, then took out the fairy medicine from the Qiankun bag, and rubbed it on the wound on his back with difficulty.

"Hiss..." Song Chuyu couldn't reach his hands, and his whole body grinned. In the end, he gave up doing it himself, and chose to manipulate a wooden stick with fairy magic, scraped off the ointment, and randomly applied it on the wound.

When the outsiders were away, the soul of the sand sculpture in Song Chuyu's heart was eager to move. The whole person looked out of tune with that face, and his temperament was quite different from his usual temperament.

Yan Xun was sitting on the bamboo chair in the study, flipping through the book on the table while looking at the water mirror next to him, observing what Song Chuyu was doing inside.

Originally, Song Chuyu's cultivation base was so much higher than Yan Xun's, so he should be able to find that Yan Xun was watching him with a water mirror.

But Song Chuyu really hasn't figured out how to use these fairy arts, and it's good to be able to temporarily find a few in the memory of the original owner.This is because Song Chuyu took out the study skills that he used to sprint for the college entrance examination in the third year of high school, so he learned a few more tricks, so as not to look like a freshman in front of outsiders.

The original owner has worked hard for so many years to reach the point where he is today. How can Song Chuyu, a modern person who has never been in contact with cultivation, be proficient in all immortal arts.

Song Chuyu comforted herself like this these days, and then quietly avoided Yan Xun to practice secretly.

But Song Chuyu thought it was quiet, but Yan Xun actually knew about it.

Just like now, he opened the water mirror to observe Song Chuyu in the bedroom, and unconsciously stared at the person in the picture for a long time.

By the time Yan Xun came back to his senses, Song Chuyu had already taken the medicine, put on his robe, and even sat down to recover his spiritual power. He stood up and planned to go to the study to look for Yan Xun.

With a move of Yan Xun's finger, the water mirror on the table instantly dissipated.

As soon as Shui Jing's front feet were gone, Song Chuyu walked in behind her.

"How do you look?"

Song Chuyu glanced at the book that was open on the table, glanced at the pattern he hadn't seen before, and searched the memory of the original owner in his mind, wanting to see if the original owner knew about it.

"I have seen this kind of writing in the book." Yan Xun handed the book to Song Chuyu, bowed his head and didn't know what to think, and didn't continue.

Of course, Song Chuyu couldn't understand such a book.He was still waiting for Yan Xun to talk about where he had seen this text, so that he could discuss it with Yan Xun based on the memory of the original owner.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xun kept silent, Song Chuyu frowned, and asked: "Why, is there anything wrong with this text?"

"Of course it's not that I can't say no, it's just that the master hated the demon world deeply in the past, and this disciple is afraid of offending the master." Yan Xun raised his head and smiled at Song Chuyu.

So cute, obviously this 16-year-old boy is taller than him, but Yan Xun really exudes a cute atmosphere all over his body.

Song Chuyu was afraid of revealing her inner complaints, so she turned her face away and coughed lightly: "It doesn't matter whether it's a fairy or a demon, it's the same, you just say it."

"Yes." A hint of puzzlement flashed in Yan Xun's eyes. He didn't expect Song Chuyu to say such a thing, but now that the two of them were talking about it, Yan Xun didn't have time to think about other things, so he could only hear him say : "This is the text of the Dragon Clan."

"Dragon Clan?" Song Chuyu was stunned for a moment, never expecting that the owner of the Transmitting Light Secret Realm would have anything to do with the Dragon Clan.

To put it this way, it is normal that there is a Yulong Pond in this secret realm that can awaken the blood of a true dragon.

However, thousands of years ago, the dragon clan and the human race turned against each other, and all the dragon clan had moved to the demon world and became the overlord of the demon world, the demon kings of all generations.Why is the owner of the Transmitting Light Secret Realm involved with the Dragon Clan?

"Ah Xun, tell me, what is written on it?" Song Chuyu looked at Yan Xun, and for some reason, he had an intuition in his heart that Yan Xun could actually understand the characters of the Dragon Clan.

When Yan Xun heard this, his body tensed up, and even his eyes changed.

Seeing the vigilance written all over his face, Song Chuyu was a little puzzled, why such a big reaction?

Did he fall off the horse?