What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

The vials are porcelain white and neatly placed on the tray.

Rong Yan glanced over the first few bottles of medicine, and his eyes fixed on the medicine bottle at the end of the second row.

That medicine bottle was smaller than the other medicine bottles, and the color was brighter. Rong Yan noticed that the words "Given by Senior Brother Yue Zhezhi" were pasted on the medicine bottle.

The temperature in the cabinet plummeted, and the lights flickered in the corridor.

Rong Yan stared at the medicine bottle for a moment, and the next second.

"Kang--" a sound.

Rong Yan was tall and straight, with broad shoulders and long legs. He raised his straight and powerful long legs, and kicked the tray and the contents on it to the left.

On the left is the corridor, the tray was kicked by him and slid directly down the corridor, the gauze and medicine bottles on it were knocked out, except for the gauze, the medicine bottles rolled directly down the first floor along the gap between the railings of the corridor.

"Pa--" There were several loud bangs, and it was smashed to pieces.

Standing on the fourth floor, Rong Yan watched the medicine bottle smashed, his facial features were as cold as frost and snow, and his sharp side face was unreasonable under the warm light.

He watched it for a while, then turned and entered the door.

Crane was standing outside, and when he heard a crackling sound in the pavilion, he was startled, and hurriedly pushed the door and entered.

The lower floor of the pavilion was brightly lit, and Crane saw the broken medicine bottles at a glance.

"What kind of temper is this?" He frowned, and looked up at the room Rong Yan was in. "If you are dissatisfied with the Venerable, there is no need to throw things, right? Dog temper."

Muttering in his mouth, Crane took out the broom, swept the debris out, and wiped off the medicine on the floor with a handkerchief.

As soon as he finished wiping, He got up and was about to leave, but found someone staring at it.

Crane immediately looked up to the source of the line of sight.

Rong Yan pushed the door open at some point, he put on a black cloak with silver pattern of asparagus bamboo, stood in the corridor on the fourth floor and looked down at it, to be precise, he looked down at the spotless ground.

Crane frowned slightly, and it frowned more these days than in the past year: "Senior Brother Rong?"

Rong Yan whispered: "It's okay."

Crane didn't think much, picked up the broken medicine bottle and left.

Rong Yan stared at the crane until the attic door was closed and everything fell into silence before Rong Yan looked away.

He turned his head and walked into the room, closing the door, and as soon as he closed the door, his eyes darkened for a while.

Raising his hand to hold the door, Rong Yan slid along the door and sat down on the ground.

In the chest cavity, the forcibly suppressed qi and blood were rolling, and Rong Yan was so painful that a stream of blood gushed out of his throat. He dug out the elixir, found Huiyuan Dan, and swallowed it along with the blood.

The warm medicinal power dissipated in the dantian, Rong Yan's frowning brows relaxed a bit, he closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes cast a grayish blue shadow on his face.

Yue Zhezhi came back after delivering the medicine to Rong Yan just as the disciples of the cabinet were preparing for Zongbi, he spent three days helping to prepare Zongbi, so he found an excuse to avoid Zongbi.

Zongbi came here to promote the outer sect disciples, and secondly, to test the cultivation achievements of the disciples and promote the friendship within the sect.

Since Yue Zhezhi's Luding physique broke out, even though he worked hard, his cultivation progressed very slowly, and he hadn't been promoted for many years.

For him, participating in Zongbi is purely embarrassing, and he really doesn't want to participate in Zongbi.

The cabinet disciples were used to him finding excuses not to participate when he arrived in Zongbi. Hearing this, he didn't care, and waved his hand to say he knew.

Yue Zhezhi nodded with a smile, and slipped away to listen to the sermon with his book in his arms.

Preaching is a practice course offered by Guixinzong who has a lot of experience, and the practice course is oriented to the whole Guixinzong.

Since the practice courses are based on classics, easy to understand, and humorous, there are many people who listen to the sermon every time, and the people who enter the lecture are determined by lottery.

The problems encountered in Yue Zhezhi's cultivation are all problems in the early stage of foundation establishment. Master is busy with cultivation and has many disciples. As the eldest disciple of Master, he is embarrassed to bother Master with this problem. Therefore, he is very inclined to for preaching.

However, his luck was so bad that he doubted his life. He preached 99 times a year, but [-] times he didn't get the quota, and he was unlucky to get offline.

This unlucky situation lasted until he tricked Rong Yan into luck.

After cheating Rong Yan's luck, Yue Zhezhi's luck became better, and the percentage probability was pulled to 30.00% all of a sudden, and he preached more diligently than anyone else.

With the pulpit as the center, the preaching hall spread out radially to the surroundings, with hundreds of locations. When Yue Zhezhi arrived at the preaching hall, the preaching hall was almost full of people.

Yue Zhezhi was in the back row, found an empty seat and sat down, turned out the book, and waited for the little offering to preach.

Wei Gong is a young man in his 30s. He came to the preaching hall soon and began to preach.

Yue Zhezhi listened and took notes carefully.

The sermon lasted for at most three hours. Before the end, the Venerable Wei also selected a few disciples to check the results of the sermon, and only left the podium when he was satisfied.

Seeing Venerable Wei leaving, Yue Zhezhi put away his books, turned around and prepared to leave.

His cultivation base is low, and after the sermon is over, no one will be willing to discuss with him or ask for advice, so he will not be boring himself, and stay here.

Several disciples sitting next to him caught a glimpse of him leaving from the corner of their eyes, and didn't say anything to keep him away, just talking to others.

As they talked, they started from discussing techniques to Rong Yan.

"If Rong Yan hadn't been fined in Qingxin Pavilion, I would really like to ask him for advice."

"I have been practicing outside for many years, and I am a ruthless cultivator. I think I should be very proficient in mastering spells."

Rong Yan is really proficient in controlling spells. Yue Zhezhi was still wearing the loose repair vest of "Lu Wu". Killed the demon.

It's not enough to break the branches on the moon. Although he has the heart, he has no strength.

Today's weather is not very friendly to low-cultivation monks, Yue Zhezhi hugged the notes written down in the sermon and nestled in the quilt, recalling the past, she felt that Rong Yan's hand in killing demons was really beautiful.

Yue Zhezhi was thinking about Rong Yan's method of killing monsters, thinking about it, and then remembered that Rong Yan had committed some crimes and was punished by his master to Jingxin Pavilion.

He also didn't know whether the wound medicine and other medicines sent by himself and others, whether Crane had been handed over to Rong Yan.

Yue Zhezhi didn't know very well, he thought about it, how about sending another round of wound medicine?

Left and right is not a dangerous thing.

Thinking of this, Yue Zhezhi rolled a few times, wrapped herself into a ball, felt that the warmth was sucked in, and then got out of the quilt.

He quickly dressed, dug out the few wound medicines left, put on a smoky blue cloak, and headed to the Jingxin Pavilion with the light on.

Since the beginning of winter, the weather has become colder and colder, and the roads are dark and difficult to walk.When Yue Zhezhi stepped on the frosted road to the Jingxin Pavilion, he could hear the slight cracking sound of frost under his feet.

It is more crisp than the sound of stepping on snow.

The Jingxin Pavilion is brightly lit and stands in the night. Standing in the distance, the wind chimes on the eaves can be seen translucent due to frost.

Yue Zhezhi came to Qingxin Pavilion stepping on the frost all over the ground with white boots.By the pool in front of the pavilion, the crane has already changed back to its original form, lying on the side of the pool, putting its head into a shallow sleep under its snow-white wings.

When Yue Zhezhi saw the crane, he wanted to wake it up, but thinking that it didn't notice him even though he was so close, he squinted at Qingxin Pavilion, and changed his attention again.

Instead of waking the crane, he stuck an invisibility talisman on himself, and carefully broke through the Qingxin Pavilion's defenses.The Qingxin Pavilion defended him before seeing his master repair it once, so he knew where it was weak and could break through it easily.

The crane seemed to sense someone, and immediately pulled its head out from under the wings, looking towards Qingxin Pavilion.

Yue Zhezhi quickly stood in front of Qingxin Pavilion, motionless.

Crane looked around with clear eyes, but didn't notice the broken moon branch with the invisibility talisman on it, and buried its head under its wings again.

Seeing this, Yue Zhezhi carefully pushed open the door of the Qingxin Pavilion and entered the Qingxin Pavilion.

Qingxin Pavilion is full of ink fragrance, with various heart formulas built in, standing on the first floor, at a glance, it is densely packed with books.Go up the corridor to the second floor. The heart formulas on the second floor are different from those on the first floor. The quality is much higher. They are all engraved into the jade slips by monks with their spiritual sense, so they are easy to read.

Going up to the first floor, the number of heart formulas has been reduced by more than half, and they are all clasped in carved jade boxes and placed neatly on the attic.

Yue Zhezhi walked up to the third floor, but didn't find Rong Yan, guessing that Rong Yan might be on the fourth floor, Yue Zhezhi quietly went up to the fourth floor.

As expected, there was a room next to the corridor on the fourth floor. In order to avoid alarming the crane, Yue Zhezhi directly used spiritual power to open the door latch and entered the room.

The lights in the room are like the cold moon pouring down from the sky.

Rong Yan's white hair was not tied up, his head was resting on his right arm, and he was lying on the desk.

His eyelids were lowered, and he was covered with lights, making people feel alienated and cold at a glance.

Yue Zhezhi didn't expect Rong Yan to fall asleep, he had never seen Rong Yan fall asleep, the other party usually used cultivation instead of sleeping.

"Thousands of years, with a flick of a finger, if you sleep, you will lose a quarter of the time for no reason."

Yue Zhezhi remembered that he was a foot away from him, standing under the shade of a tree wiping his sword, the sword was covered with demonic blood.

A majestic torrential rain is brewing in the sky, and the place within sight is gray and dim.Rong Yan finished wiping his sword slowly, and looked up at him through the gray and yellow eyes, his gaze was cold.

"You don't think it's a waste of time."

Now, what's going on?Slapped yourself in the face and fell asleep?

Yue Zhezhi felt that it was unconventional, he cautiously approached Rong Yan, his eyes swept around Rong Yan's body, and landed on his left arm.

The book was pressed under the left arm, and the snow-colored wide sleeves hung down in the air, revealing some white gauze. I don't know if the wound is infected, but there is blood oozing from the edge of the white gauze.

Yue Zhezhi looked at the white gauze, because of the injury?

That's right, no matter how powerful Rong Yan is, no matter how powerful "Supreme" describes him, he is still just a person now.

Averting his gaze, Yue Zhezhi looked left and right, but he didn't find the medicine bottle that was sent over before, and he didn't even see the medicine bottle that was sent by other juniors and younger sisters.

What's the matter with this crane, didn't you promise to hand it over?

Yue Zhezhi frowned, he gently put the Chinese medicine bottle on the table, turned around and quietly wanted to leave.

After walking two steps, Yue Zhezhi suddenly stopped, and something about returning luck came to his mind.

Isn't now a good time to pay back your luck? !

Yue Zhezhi turned around abruptly, he tentatively moved to Rong Yan's side, raised his hand, and poked Rong Yan's shoulder with his index finger.

"Little brother, are you asleep?"

no response.

Yue Zhezhi probed his head, and poked it again.

"Rong Yan?"

Still no response.

"Million?"

"Mao Rongrong?"

There was no response to poking it a few times, it seemed that he was in a deep sleep.

Yue Zhezhi suppressed the secret joy in his heart, and he immediately recalled the ancient spell to restore luck.The slender fingers untied the knot of the white knot dipped in the congealing spell, and took off the mask, revealing an overly clear and beautiful face, the red mole on the tip of the nose looked like a drop of blood under the lamplight.

Yue Zhezhi grasped the edge of the mask, leaned over, and approached Rong Yan cautiously.

He was close enough to count Rong Yan's eyelashes, and smelled the frosty breath on Rong Yan's body.