Heretic Doctor Zihou

The night was getting thicker, and the cold wind whizzed by in the cold night, passing through the branches and leaves, leaving behind rustling noises. The cold pool reflected the crescent moon like a hook, and a pine nut fell from the tree and fell into the cold pool, breaking the tranquility of the lake, causing waves of ripples.

Zihou stands on a convex and smooth stone with double backs around the chest, and looks down at the kneeling figure in a leisurely manner, fully interpreting stubbornness.

"Hey, I said that if you don't suppress the blood running around in your body and drag it down, I'm afraid I won't be able to save you!" Zihou rolled its eyes and teased.

The man opened a pair of cold eyes, as sharp as an eagle, and as silent as a lone wolf, staring at Zihou motionlessly.

Rao is the face of this person in Zihou is as thick as a city wall. At this moment, being stared at by this person without blinking his eyes is also a little unnatural. She cleared her throat, relieved the embarrassment, and gave the man a'hurry up' look.

The man now seemed to be resuscitated, sitting cross-legged, and began to meditate and adjust his breath. However, those eyes were still staring at Zihou and did not let go anyway.

Looking at the sky in Zihou, he knew in his heart that this person must be the kind of person who is very defensive, and only then can he have such a defensive awareness of her. But this is the case, this man's guarded psychology is so heavy that she has encountered it for the first time, and it really makes her speechless!

Zihou slowly walked towards the man, and he could see him as he approached. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, the blue veins on his arms were violent, and his hands just clenched into fists. Obviously, he was suffering tremendously.

"Warning, if you don't want to live, just try it!" Zihou spit out these words faintly, walked behind the person, between the palms of her hands, the needle bag with nine-section purple bamboo appeared in her Hands.

A purple bamboo needle was pinched between the thumb and index finger, Zihou's eyes darkened, and it pierced the man's back precisely.

Obviously, after the needle in Zihou pierced, the person's body trembled fiercely, and his hands were lifted subconsciously, and then he pressed it down.

"Looking at your icy appearance, I didn't expect you to be a quick success!" Zihou spoke quietly while piercing the needle.

Such a symptom is obviously that the practice is too impatient, which leads to qi and blood disorder.

The man's eyes flashed, but he said nothing. Zihou doesn't care much about the man's reaction. If he doesn't answer the call, it's normal, and if he answers, it's abnormal!

However, this person is really good at it. After practicing to such a degree that he still has the heart to do something with her, he is really a desperate lunatic!

Zizhu needles were pierced into the man's back one by one. As time passed, the man's complexion gradually calmed down, the sweat on his forehead gradually dried, and the blue veins on his arms gradually faded.

Phoo~

After Zihou pierced the last purple bamboo needle, he took a breath. When her tense nerves relaxed, she suddenly felt shocked. Unknowingly, after her high concentration, her whole body seemed to be weakened, and her whole body was soft and sweaty! This lunatic is so seriously injured! Fortunately, I met her today, otherwise, even if he doesn’t die, he will be a disabled person who cannot be cultivated in the future!

The mountain breeze was slow, and the cool night breeze at this time dissipated a little warmth.

"Next!" Zihou threw the pill in her hand forward. Seeing that the person caught the pill, but did not take it immediately, she was a little angry and snorted coldly. It’s nothing but your precious life!” It’s good for her to heal him, but he doesn’t appreciate it at all!

In the direction that Zihou could not see, the man's Bing Han's eyes flashed slightly, then he flicked his finger to send the pill into his mouth.

On the edge of a cold lake on the top of Yunshan Mountain, two figures were sitting on the ground and meditating with their eyes closed. As the night darkened, time faded away with the sound of insects around.

Two hours later, the man's slightly knocked eyes suddenly opened, and the cold light, like a peerless sword out of its sheath, was three points colder than the cold moonlight.

The cold light in the man's eyes gradually became more complicated after he caught the figure who was sitting in Ding not far from the other side.

His eyes fell on her for a long time, and finally sat up, his thin lips moved slightly, and he wanted to speak, but he finally pressed into a straight line.

"If you want to thank you, just say it, why are you so entangled?"

The faint voice, with playfulness, caused the man's complex expression to suddenly regain its former coldness. The cold eyes stared at Zihou, then turned around and took a steady step...go away!

Zihou watched the man leave, with raised eyebrows, his expression was very surprised.

Can she say that at the moment when this man turned around, she felt an aura called Tsundere from him?

Tangled with a proud iceberg man, this kind of contrast is cute!

When Zihou returns to Thirty-Six Islands, it is already very late.

"Damn, why are you back? You were arrested?" As soon as he entered the door, Long Qianxun greeted him with a loud voice, afraid that others would not know that they would be a thief.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you! I'm fine, and I haven't been caught!" Zihou curled his lips with a smile, his face was calm and his tone was flat. In fact, her heart is violent, and she can't help but give this girl a bad meal.

"Then you come back so late?" Long Qianxun didn't know what Zihou was thinking at this time, and continued to whine desperately, "Damn, if I knew you weren't caught, I won't worry about you! Really, Wasting my sleep for nothing!"

"That's really embarrassing!" The blue veins on the forehead of Zihou jumped, and there was a vaguely gritted teeth.

"Forget it, who would call us good sisters! Good sisters should have the blessings and share the hardships! This is what I should do!" Long Qianxun consciously hooked up on the shoulders of Zihou. The deputy brothers looked good, and their voices were very bold.

"Actually, you can go to bed!" Zihou dropped this sentence, immediately turned back to the room, closed the door and locked it, all in one go.

There are thousands of scams in this world, there are thousands of shameless and thick-skinned people, Long Qianxun is the scammers and shameless, one of the best and wonderful fighters!

Stay with Long Qianxun for a while, or listen to her say a few more words, she is afraid that one can't help but shoot her to death!

Long Qianxun looked at the closed door of Zihou, the faint green color in his blue eyes flickered, and the corners of his red lips had an invisible arc...

When I returned to the room, Zihou did not immediately fall asleep, but sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing meditation.

The silver moonlight sprinkled on the floor of the room through the window, and the light halo dispelled some darkness. Zihou was calm, and the whole body was gradually covered with a faint white light.

After a long time, Zihou frowned fiercely, and his closed eyes suddenly opened, but it was disappointed and confused.

Why does the energy she can control far exceed what she needs to advance, and why can't she advance? Every time she wanted to hit the barrier, the seemingly turbulent energy was flashy, mostly inadequate.

Thinking of the mysterious seal, she had mixed feelings. Today's everything is no longer explained, she wants to become stronger, she must unlock this seal! Otherwise, I'm afraid she can only stay at Mo Xuan first grade. However, now Yun Yin's practice is unknown, if she can't find Yun Yinxiu, where should she go?

She really couldn't understand why Xiao Changge let Yun Yinxiu put a seal in her back then? What did Xiao Changge seal in her body? What exactly is this seal used for?

When the night was dissipated by the first light of dawn, the east was white, and it was the beginning of a new day.

Liuyun Pavilion has a rule, but any disciple with a cultivation level below Moxuan's fourth rank must get up early every day and go to the front hall for morning class.

The so-called morning classes are those experienced elders who spread various cultivation methods and theoretical knowledge to many disciples. If the disciples don't understand anything in their cultivation, they can obtain greater progress by consulting the elders or communicating with fellow students.

The front hall of Liuyun Pavilion is extremely spacious and can accommodate thousands of people at the same time. Good lighting means that even if it is still early, there is still plenty of light in the front hall.

The disciples who rushed to the morning class arrived one after another, and it didn't take long for the entire front hall to be crowded with hundreds of people. The people communicated in groups, talking and laughing, it was so lively.

"What morning class do you want to stop people from sleeping?" Long Qianxun dragged his heavy steps and complained under He Qian.

Zihou walked in front of her, even though she didn't fall asleep for almost the night last night, she still looked full of energy.

In the huge hall, hundreds of people are all in white robes. The wide-sleeved robe is beautifully embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns outlined by silver threads on the hem and cuffs.

A few gray-haired elders and a few middle-aged men with solemn expressions filed in from the gate, and in a moment, the entire front hall was quiet. Everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, neat and tidy, not at all chaotic and noisy because of the large number of people.

"We Liuyun Pavilion, two new disciples are here today." A white-haired and white-bearded elder looked around, mixed with the sound of profound energy, giving people shock and majesty, "Long Qianxun, and Ziyun The two got up, everyone knew each other, and they will all be members of the Liuyun Sect in the future. You should help and support each other."

Zihou did not expect that he would be named, but after a moment of surprise, he calmed down quickly, stood up, and nodded towards the surrounding Liuyun Pavilion disciples. As for Long Qianxun’s doze, he was scared by this sudden call...

"Eh, do you know? I heard that Wei Zihou came in without participating in the selection..."

"Really? Isn't that just going through the back door? God, when is Liuyunzong so unreliable?"

"Really? Don't be a rumor? He doesn't look like that kind of person..."

"You can't look good..."

"..."

Among the surrounding disciples, after the elder finished speaking, they began to whisper. Zihou has five keen senses and can probably hear what these people are saying. However, she didn't care at all. She had no intention of staying in Liuyunzong, if it weren't for understanding the seal, she might not even come to the world!

Next, is the teaching time. Each elder or younger mentor will be responsible for different aspects. The disciples can choose the elder or mentor based on what they are interested in or what they lack now.

The morning class usually lasts an hour. After the end, there are still disciples who don't understand, so you can ask for help from your tutor in private. As for those elders with higher generations, they are responsible for the cultivation of those disciples whose strength is above the third rank of Mo Xuan.

"I knew, this morning class is so boring, I won't come!" Long Qianxun looked listless, and then I clenched my fist and said firmly, "I've decided, I won't come tomorrow! Such a basic classwork, It's not interesting at all!"

"The blame can only be on you, the strength is too weak!" The voice of Zihou is light, no emotion can be heard

"Hmph, what is the third grade of Mo Xuan!" Long Qianxun hummed disapprovingly with his small face up.

In Zihou, there was a sharp glow across the eyes, a slight movement of the eyebrows, and a step out of the front hall. Before the two of them walked further, a strange sound of yin and yang came from not far away.

"The one who walked through the back door, stop!"

Long Qianxun and Zihou turned a deaf ear, and the steps under their feet were the same. With that calm posture, nothing seems to have happened.

"I asked you to stop, are you deaf?" This time, his voice was stained with impatience and irritability.

Zihou the two figures moved in front of them, and suddenly several people stopped in their way.

"Something?" Zihou stopped, his gaze swept forward, and the eyebrows were stained with innocence and incomprehension...