Heretic Doctor Zihou

After leaving the Xianyin Temple, Zihou and Mo Yunhuang went directly to Huan Zong.

Now they already have three wordless heavenly books in their hands. They only need to get the magical sect's wordless heavenly book, and they can piece together a complete wordless heavenly book, and then they can know the last two pieces of ancient treasures.

The northern part of Zhongzhou is the most mysterious area in Zhongzhou. The Phantom Sect, the head of the four ancient forces, is located in this ancient land full of legends.

When Zihou and Mo Yunhuang just came to the ancient gate of Huan Zong, a disciple greeted him and asked, "Excuse me, is it Zihou adults?"

Zihou raised its eyebrows in surprise, then nodded and said, "Yes."

She was very puzzled. Looking at this situation, the people of Fantasy Sect seemed to have known that she would come. How did they do that? She thought about it carefully, she didn't seem to know anyone from Fantasy Sect.

The disciple smiled with joy, "Our Lord has been waiting for a long time. Master Zihou, please here."

Lord?

"Is your sage the master of your fantasy sect?" Zihou asked.

The Phantom Sect disciple shook his head, "The Lord is not the master of the Phantom Sect, but the brother of our master.

Senior Brother of Sect Master Fantasy?

Who is that?

Zihou twisted his eyebrows slightly, and a person suddenly thought of it.

"Is it him?" Zihou eyes gleamed slightly.

Guided by the disciple, walking in the fantasy sect, Zihou felt an extremely heavy breath. That is the foundation accumulated over countless years. This kind of background is something she has never felt in other sects. Even in the Shenhuo Danzong.

Soon, the Phantom Sect disciple led the two to stop outside a remote palace.

This palace, far away from the many attic palaces of the Phantom Sect, stands high up in the Yunfu Mountains. Here, you can overlook the entire fantasy sect.

It seems that the position of this saint in the fantasy sect is extraordinary!

"This lord, please stay. The Lord only ordered the Zihou lord to go in alone, so..." The disciple said and glanced at Emperor Mo Yun awkwardly.

"Then are you waiting for me here now?"

"Yeah." Mo Yunhuang nodded.

The disciple of Huan Zong led Zihou to the door of the main hall, pushed the door open, and said to Zihou, "Master Zihou, the Lord is inside."

"Thank you." Zihou nodded and thanked.

The disciple retreated.

The light in the hall was a little dim. Especially the sunny and bright outside set off the pure and gloomy in the hall. Standing outside the door, an inexplicable feeling of heaviness rushed to the cusp of Zihou by surprise.

Zihou pondered for a while, then walked into the hall. I walked into the dimly-lit hall from the sunny sun all of a sudden, and Zihou had a little discomfort in his eyes, but he quickly adjusted to it.

She looked around and found that the huge hall was actually empty.

"Anyone?" Zihou asked in a loud voice. The answer to her was an echo.

no one? !

Zihou didn't see anyone, and no one responded to her, let alone feel any breath. At the moment, she was puzzled. However, soon, she saw that the side door in the main hall was open, and a few rays of sunlight came in through the side door.

Could someone be outside?

Zihou thought so, and walked towards the side door.

Outside the side door, there is an empty medicine field. At the end of the medicine field, there is an abyss.

The medicine fields are full of various spiritual plants. Some of these spiritual plants are emerald green grass; some are winding vines; and some are colorful flowers.

Looking around, Lin Lan was full of everything she had.

A gust of breeze blew from the abyss, and the air was suddenly filled with rich fragrance.

When Zihou pushed out the door, the first thing I saw was not the colorful spiritual plant, but the back of Shengxue in white in the medicine field.

The man was bending slightly at the moment to concentrate on a fragrant flower. Qingfeng gently blew his white hemlines, and from a distance, he looked like a banished immortal who could not eat the fireworks.

"White..." Zihou moved his lips, and his eyes were surprised.

Although she thought that the Holy Venerable in the Phantom Sect disciple's mouth might be white, when he appeared in front of her again, she was still inevitably surprised.

It seems that he heard the sound of Zihou, Bai turned around, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, and said, "You are here."

The light smile made Zihou breathe tightly again.

Bai was still the white, the man who was like an immortal, even if he got along for only one day, he left a very deep impression on her.

His smile that is so clean that it doesn't stain the dust, and his refined temperament, just as I saw it!

Without waiting for what Zihou said, Bai asked her questions about Lingzhi just as they did when they first met the tribe outside the Nine Nether Demons.

"Tell me, why don't my jade spirit grass grow up?"

Zihou took a white glance and saw that there was a faint doubt on his Junya Wushuang face, she swallowed everything she wanted to ask from her throat, looked around, and then replied, "Yuling The grass is too delicate, and there must be no dark plant within a hundred meters of the place where it is planted. If you plant some other shore flowers there, the jade spirit grass will naturally not grow." Zihou said and pointed. Point to the blood-like flowers of the other bank not far away to show the white flowers.

Bai suddenly realized, "It turned out to be like this. Then I quickly move the other side flower away."

"Actually, no. You just need to plant some Shouwu between Bi'an Flower and Yuling Grass."

"Is there any such saying?" Bai said with a little surprise, then smiled and praised Zihou, "You know a lot!"

Zihou smiled faintly. Bai's praise was nothing to her, but she found that only at this time could she feel a trace of human smoke from Bai. His usual appearance made her faintly twitched, worrying about him all the time, for fear that he would erupt in the next instant!

Bai asked a lot of questions about Lingzhi, and also asked some questions about pharmaceuticals and medical techniques. Of course, as the last time, Zihou patiently answered every question of Bai.

Although it hasn't been seen in a few years, Zihou found that Bai's medical skills did not seem to have improved much compared to a few years ago...

This surprised Zihou. It stands to reason that if a person like Bai is interested in something, he must learn quickly.

But he...

"By the way, how is the soul scroll study?" Bai finally took the initiative to shift the topic away from the medical skills.

"Okay."

White nodded, "Then I will test you..."

Therefore, Bai asked a lot of questions in Zihou about the soul scroll. For example, the characteristics of ancient formations and methods of cracking, and even some details of soul refining. Just let Zihou demonstrate in person.

So half a day passed.

Just when Zihou doubted whether Bai came to her for the two things of medicine and soul scroll, Bai suddenly smiled and asked her meaningfully, "Do you have anything to ask me?"

Zihou twitched the corners of his mouth and muttered in his heart: You have been asking, how can I have time?

I don't know if it is her illusion, she always feels that under the appearance of innocent white, there is actually a black heart hidden!

Without waiting for Zihou to speak, Zihou was completely stunned by the words of Bai.

He said, "You came for the wordless book." Not a question, but a positive sentence.

Zihou moved his lips, and asked after a long while, "How did you know?"

Bai smiled deeper, "You cultivated the Peerless Pill in Shenhuo Pill Sect. Isn't it partly because of the wordless book of Shenhuo Pill Sect?"

Zihou was even more surprised.

When he saw Bai for the first time, he felt that Bai had long eyes and knew everything. Unexpectedly, this is not her illusion, he is indeed as expected!

"Then do you know what is the use of my wordless heavenly book?" Zihou couldn't help asking white.

White nodded.

He really knows!

Zihou my heart trembled. She is getting more and more incomprehensible. If it weren't for the feeling that Bai gave her very safe, without any hostility, she wouldn't know how to face such a powerful enemy?

However, Bai seemed unwilling to mention this matter more.

He told Zihou indifferently, "The wordless book of the fantasy sect is neither in the fantasy sect nor in the fantasy sect."

"What do you mean?"

"That copy of the wordless heavenly book is on the road to refining God."

Refining the road? !

Zihou looked at Bai puzzledly, waiting for his explanation.

"I may not be able to give you a specific explanation about the way of refining the gods. However, you can understand that it is a special space. There is abnormal danger there, and even the cultivation base of the peaks of the gods may fall at any time. If so, would you like to go?"

"Go!" Zihou hardly hesitated.

why do not you go? If this is the only chance that her father can regain freedom; if this is the only chance that they can give revenge to their chaotic ancient tribe, why not go?

What is she afraid of?

"Okay." Bai nodded lightly, still with the slight smile on the corners of his lips.

"Since the decision is made, come to the hall to find me at this time tomorrow."

Zihou nodded and turned to leave.

She had just walked a few steps, and heard a sigh from behind, "I would rather have a clever and creative apprentice like you, but...it seems too late."

Zihou turned around in surprise, but saw Bai smile and wave his hand at her.

Zihou continued to move forward, thinking that next time she must ask Bai what this meant.

However, it is a pity that when Zihou remembered Bai's words again and was about to ask him, as he said, everything was too late...

On the second day, Zihou arrived as scheduled.

In the hall, Bai had already sat cross-legged.

Feeling the arrival of Zihou, Bai opened her eyes, and a clear smile appeared on Junya's face, "We will start when we are ready."

Zihou sat down cross-legged in front of Bai, took a deep breath and nodded, "I'm ready."

Bai let Zihou close his eyes, calmly, don't think about anything.

Zihou closed her eyes, she didn't know what Bai was doing, only knew that she was surrounded by a strange and magical energy, and then she lighted her shoulders, and the whole person began to float. The moment before her consciousness fell into blur, she saw a mark on the white forehead on the opposite side emitting a strong vermilion light...

Three months later

In the medicine field, Zihou is anxiously searching. She didn't even care about the pain and the embarrassed image of herself at the moment.

"White~" Zihou called out loudly, her voice echoing for a long time among the distant mountains, but no response was heard anyway.

Zihou looked around in the medicine field and then went to the main hall. The hall was as empty as when she came in for the first time, and it was terribly dark.

Zihou once again returned to the medicine field outside the main hall, looking at the lin-blue medicine field full of vitality, but there was a sense of sadness and sadness in my heart.

With heavy footsteps, she walked to the cliff next to the medicine field and looked at the magnificent mountains and rivers in the distance. Obviously, it was a breathtaking picture, but it was inexplicably stained with a gloomy gloom.

Behind him, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Zihou pupils shrank slightly, and a huge surprise appeared on his face. She turned her head abruptly, and exclaimed joyfully, "White..."

However, when she saw the incoming person clearly, an unprecedented loss overwhelmed her!

The person is not white!

Huo Changqing paused, his eyes fell on the embarrassed and lost woman in front of him, and a touch of complexity flashed across his eyes. He shook his head slightly, stepped forward, and sighed, "Are you back?!"

"You are?" Zihou asked the middle-aged man in front of him.

"I am Huo Changqing."

Huo Changqing, Sect Master of Fantasy Sect.

"Sect Master Magic... White?" Zihou looked at Huo Changqing's eyes with expectation. Huo Changqing is Bai's junior and he must know Bai's whereabouts.

Huo Changqing's eyes were full of pain, and he shook his head gently, "Bai...he has sat down."

He has sat down...

He has sat down...

He has sat down...

Huo Changqing's words are like magic sounds repeated in the ears of Zihou, and at the same time, it is like a muffled thunder bursting in her ears.

At that moment, the heart of Zihou suddenly felt dull!

In fact, she had realized this long before she came out of the road of refining gods. Otherwise, she wouldn't go crazy looking for Bai's whereabouts as soon as she left the road of refining the gods. However, she didn't want to believe it until that moment!

"I would rather have a clever and creative apprentice like you, but... it seems too late."

The feeling that was white three months ago suddenly appeared in my mind.

It turned out that he had known his life as early as that time, perhaps even earlier!

The white who is like an immortal, the white who has amazed the time with a smile, and the white who will ask her a lot of questions...how can she be sitting? !

"Why? How did he...die?" Zihou still couldn't believe this fact.

"The road of refining the gods, the gods fall; one **** appears, one **** falls." Huo Changqing looked into the distance, and his voice was tinged with mist.

"The road of refining the gods, the gods fall; one **** appears, one **** falls." Zihou repeated Huo Changqing's words lowly, and a deep self-blame and guilt gradually grew in his heart.

So, Bai fell because of her? !

"Why did he do this?" If she had known that the price of her journey on the road of refining the gods would have fallen in vain, she would definitely not go!

"You will know why he did this sooner or later. You just have to remember that he did it because of a responsibility and has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to blame yourself."

As Huo Changqing said, a light flashed on his spread palm, and the last copy of the wordless book appeared in his hand.

"You can take this wordless book..."

"Why?" Why is the wordless heavenly book clearly not on the road to refining gods, but Bai told her that she must go to the way of refining gods if she wanted the wordless heavenly book!

He knew he was going to die a long time ago, why would he still go his own way? !

Huo Changqing's eyes rested on the grieving and self-blaming woman in front of him, and a touch of pain appeared on her face. The fall of the brother, as a brother, how can he not be sad? However, after years of baptism and experience, he can see more clearly than Zihou.

Many things have their own destiny.

The deceased is gone, and those who come can follow.

"Can you let me check your pulse?" Huo Changqing asked carefully.

Zihou was taken aback for a moment, but did not refuse, and stretched out his right hand.

Like his brother, Huo Changqing has also studied medical skills. Although he is not a genius doctor, he still knows some medical skills.

He carefully checked the pulse of Zihou, and after a few breaths, a surprise flashed across his eyes, and the gloom on his face disappeared.

He smiled lightly and said to Zihou, "Congratulations, it's a happy pulse."

The sudden news called Zihou caught off guard.

She opened her mouth and stared at Huo Changqing with a questioning look.

Huo Changqing smiled and said, "It can't be wrong. It's been more than three months. Maybe you have been exhausted from fighting on the road of refining during this period, and you never noticed. If you are not at ease, you can try your pulse yourself."

Zihou numbly puts his left hand on his right wrist, feeling the beating of his pulse.

As an excellent healer, Zihou naturally quickly felt the pulse. At that moment, her mind went blank...

The fall of a life is accompanied by the beginning of a new life.

The multiplication of life, the constant change from generation to generation, has created a colorful world.

Zihou gazed at the colorful medicine field in front of him with splashed eyes.

In the breeze, under the bright sun, she seemed to see the figure of Shengxue in white, bending over and carefully playing with the fragrant flowers. Suddenly he got up and turned around, Junya Chuchen's face raised with a smoky smile.

"Actually... it's not too late. If you want, then I will be your disciple, forever, and the only disciple..."

"Master, go all the way well..."

Zihou knelt on the green grass and kowped three heads in the direction of the medicine field. When she got up again, she had already buried the sadness and pain in her heart.

Now, she can't wait to return to Mo Yunhuang's side, confide her sorrow to him, and share her joy with him.

"By the way, Sect Master, where are the people who came with me?"

"You mean Emperor Yun?" Huo Changfeng seemed very happy when he mentioned Emperor Mo Yun.

"He waited here for more than a month, and later returned to Jiuyou Demon Realm in advance. Before leaving, he said he would come back as soon as possible..."

"He didn't say when to come back?"

"No."

Zihou nodded slowly. She thought for a while, but decided to return to Jiuyou Demon Realm first. Emperor Mo Yun hasn't come back for so long, maybe something delayed in Jiuyou Demon Domain.

"Sect Master, I decided to go back to Jiuyou Demon Realm now, then don't live here!"

"Go..." Huo Changqing nodded.

Before leaving, Zihou took one last look at the medicine field. Perhaps in the future, this medicine field will eventually become a wasteland overgrown with weeds. However, those memories are always kept in the deepest part of her heart.

Goodbye, Master!

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