Mountain dwelling practice: I am a gentle guest in the world

Chapter 773

Although far away, Sang Yue still recognized the motionless shadow as Senior Brother Zhan. Unfortunately, his face was facing outwards, so she couldn't see his expression. But she knew he was dead, and Ling Yuan was summoned out of the Silent Forest.

That is the sign after the sect's direct disciple dies. The life plates of the disciples who can be accepted as direct disciples are in the hands of their respective masters.

When the life plate is shattered, the master will be the first to notice his death and will immediately recall his spiritual essence to prevent it from falling into the hands of the enemy and being used for sacrifice or causing him to completely dissipate.

"Brother!"

Mo Yunfei and the others were horrified. Senior Sister Miao pulled the disciple who was about to rush out back and rushed out to see what was going on. This time it must have nothing to do with the pharmacist. She was treating a seriously injured patient, so how could she have time to cause trouble?
When she saw Brother Zhan’s spiritual energy being summoned away, Sister Miao stared angrily into the depths of the dense forest.

The thick fog that smelled fishy before was caused by monsters, but the thick fog that was spreading everywhere now was colorless and odorless and was obviously a natural phenomenon. Everyone present knew this very well, after all, they had all been in the forest for some time.

Natural phenomena do not mean safety. The surroundings that were fraught with danger just now suddenly became dead silent, making everyone tremble with fear.

Mo Yunfei was so scared that he ran out and pulled the reckless sister into the barrier. They had lost enough people and could not afford any more accidents. The fat old man asked the pharmacist to escort the wounded out of the forest, maybe they could benefit from it.

When we came in, several senior brothers led the way, but after entering the forest, everyone dispersed.

Among them, Senior Brother Zhan, who had the highest cultivation level, has already died, and the remaining Senior Sister Miao cannot afford to have any accidents, otherwise this small team of theirs will be wiped out.

……

The atmosphere was a bit tense, which made Sang Yue more focused and concentrated, speeding up the penetration of the drug and making it take effect as quickly as possible.

She was able to stay in the Silent Forest for a long time, not only because of the order of the Monster King, but also because of her own strength to repel the monsters that had not yet awakened their spiritual intelligence. They submitted to the strong, and when the strong left, this place became their territory again.

If she wants peace, she must defeat them again and again.

However, the Silent Forest was too vast. She had lived here for decades and still did not fully understand how many unknown monsters there were here, so she had to be on guard.

It was quiet all around, and everything was silent.

In the thick fog, the shadows of the trees around were dim, and a tall figure was looming, gradually approaching. When I got closer, I found that this person was wearing a dark cloak with a wide hood, and his inner clothes were also black.

Except for the skin, the whole body was dark.

Under the wide hood, the smooth lines of the chin were slightly exposed, and his hands naturally hung at his sides, swaying slightly with his steps. The dark cloak was long to the ground, and the leaves on the ground were swept by his unhurried footsteps, making a gentle rustling sound.

He was wearing dark, long and loose clothes, had a tall and straight figure, long and slender hands with distinct joints, and a few strands of black hair hanging in front of him.

This style of clothing cannot distinguish between genders in the spirit world, and Sang Yue always wears this style when she goes out. In the eyes of low-level monks and mortals, she is androgynous, but she cannot be hidden from the eyes of high-level monks who see through the essence of all things.

She didn't dare to call herself a high-level cultivator, but her intuition told her that this person was a male cultivator.

As soon as he stepped into the barrier, he could smell a strong smell of blood, which made Sang Yue frown slightly. His eyes fell on his left hand, and he saw a few strands of blood winding down and dripping onto the ground.

I walked and dripped all the way.

It dripped from outside into the barrier, but he seemed to be unaware of it. He walked slowly to the log where she had sorted the medicinal plants before and sat down, saying:

"Pharmacist, I'm injured."

Pharmacist: "..." So he knew. It turned out to be a man, with a deep and pleasant voice.

"Wait." A strange feeling lingered in her heart, causing Sang Yue to look at him carefully and asked abruptly, "You look unfamiliar, are you from outside?"

She had never cared about the patient's background, but today was the first time.

"Can the answer to this question be used to pay for the medicine?" the black-clothed male cultivator asked in a gentle voice.

"No." Sang Yue's curiosity flew away instantly. She suppressed her suspicion and gossip and focused on treating the patient. When she saw the patient's eyelids move slightly, she immediately said, "Use your Qi to heal the wound. Don't move."

It is really tiring to revive a dying person, especially to help him recover his strength quickly.

Otherwise, even if she threw him out of the Silent Forest, he might not be able to return alive to report to the fat old man on her behalf. The value of the Tianyuan Stone was far more precious than her spiritual medicines, so she had to cure this man and make him jump around to live up to her trust.

With the self-healing ability of the injured, his internal injuries are being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Before it was his turn, the black-clothed male cultivator closed his eyes and rested, not in a hurry at all. The blood on his left hand was still dripping, but as a cultivator, he had no intention of dealing with it.

Maybe it's not an ordinary wound, it's more difficult to treat.

If I can handle it myself, who would come to the pharmacist to waste spiritual stones? Of course, this is not important to outsiders. The sect disciples who were frightened by the dead silence in the forest and stood together saw this scene. In addition to looking at each other, they also felt a little ashamed.

I thought some evil big shot was coming, but this is what happened?
Apart from the smell of blood, there was no sense of any terrifying aura of pressure. The sense of crisis was resolved, and Sister Miao felt that she was fine again. She put away her sword, walked to the black-clothed male cultivator with a solemn expression, bowed and asked:
"I'm sorry to bother you, Senior. I wonder if you can find out which monster killed my brother when you come here?"

Her fellow disciple died in front of her, and she couldn't avenge him, but if she didn't even know who the murderer was, how could she have the face to return to the sect to see the headmaster, master, and other elders?
"Your senior brother?" The male cultivator, whose facial features were almost completely hidden under his hood, seemed to open his eyes and glanced at the corpse that was also dragged into the barrier. "Him?"

Seeing her nodding vigorously with tears in her eyes, the male cultivator said lightly:
"I killed him."

Huh?! Miao Jiang, who was about to cry, suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him in disbelief and doubt like the other students. Then he asked hatefully:

"why?"

"He almost bumped into me and blocked my way." The black-clothed male cultivator said gently, "Little girl, don't be impulsive. I don't want to pollute this place full of the fragrance of medicine."

"You..." Miao Jiang, who almost summoned the sword, was filled with resentment, but a group of disciples held his waist and hands tightly, unable to move, and could only argue verbally, "Who are you?! Aren't you afraid of retribution for treating human life so lightly?!"

"Retribution?" As if he heard something funny, the black-clothed male cultivator chuckled, closed his eyes again and did not bother to answer.

His contemptuous attitude made Miao Jiang even more angry, and he shouted at his fellow disciple who was hugging him:
"Let go! Your fellow disciple was killed, and the murderer is right in front of you. Aren't you angry at all?! Mo Yunfei, let go!"

I can’t let go, I dare not let go; I’m angry, very angry.

But he couldn't win! Senior Brother Zhan was killed in a single encounter. He had the highest level of cultivation and didn't even have the slightest power to resist. Letting these little minions avenge him, wouldn't that be like hitting a rock with an egg and courting destruction?
"Senior sister, calm down. There must be a misunderstanding here!" Seeing that his senior sister was about to break free, Mo Yunfei was almost crying in anxiety.

"Let go!"

While things were getting lively over there, Sang Yue stopped the drug treatment and asked the patient to move his limbs and torso to see if he had recovered.

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