It turns out that this is also a cultivator

Chapter 7 Beast Tide
After half an hour, the injured puppy finally recovered a little, opened his eyes slightly, and found that beside him was a medicine field full of top-quality elixir.

"Where is this, is my dog ​​life over?"

"Then how can there be hallucinations? God pity me, will you give me such a wonderful dream after death?"

The puppy is yellow and white all over, no different from the kind of native dog that is usually raised in the village.

Sniffing his nose, a strong medicinal fragrance came, and all the hada seeds flowed out from his mouth. Just as he was about to move his front paws, he suddenly felt a pain.

"Ah" "This,, I can still feel the pain. Didn't I die? Instead, I met the pinnacle of dog life?"

The puppy opened his eyes abruptly, wanting to make sure that the elixir that he saw dimly just now was still there.

At this time, Lu Fanchen came to the backyard from the front yard after eating, just in time to see the puppy opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

"Finally saved, it seems that the knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine has not been learned!"

He bent down, patted the dog's head, and said softly, "Puppy, you should be a stray dog ​​too. What name should I give you?"

"Wang Wang"

"You are the stray dog. Your whole family is a stray dog. I am a demon king who has practiced for a hundred years." The puppy was grateful at first, after all, it was this mortal who saved his dog's life.

It's a pity that Lu Fanchen couldn't understand dog language, otherwise he would have boiled water and sharpened his knife immediately, preparing to eat dog meat.

"Seeing that you are yellow and white all over, you look very much like the big yellow dog in my hometown. Why don't you call you--A Huang!"

"By the way, from now on, you will be responsible for taking care of the backyard for me."

Lu Fanchen stroked Ah Huang's dog's head, with a smile on his face.

From now on, in my courtyard, I will not be alone in the vacant room.

Inside the Holy Land
Chu Mengyao's three masters and apprentices, after returning to the sect, her master was called by the suzerain, and when he came back, he had a heavy expression on his face.

"Master, what's the matter, did something happen?" Chu Mengyao looked at Qiu Chuji eagerly, and asked with a frowning look on her face.

"No," he sighed, and said with some concern, "the beast tide happened in the Jingshui Mountains, I don't know if it will affect the expert."

"Master, let's go to the master right away, and we must not let the monsters disturb the master's cultivation."

Chu Mengyao paced back and forth, said with a look of impatience on her face.

Such thighs must be hugged tightly, this is exactly this opportunity, Qiu Chuji himself knew it, but he and Chu Mengyao alone had basically started to work.

"Master, the expert saved your life, you can't be ungrateful!"

Chu Mengyao saw that Qiu Chuji was a little hesitant, thinking that he didn't want to help an expert, and there was a bit of resentment in his tone.

"What do you know? The two of us can't solve the problem at all, with such a large scope"

"If people from the Zongmen go there, it will definitely expose the master's seclusion. When more people know about it, they will bother the master, and it will make the master displeased."

Qiu Chuji walked back and forth in the room, and when he heard Chu Mengyao talking like that, he became angry and yelled at him.

"Hmph, if you don't want to go, I will go, even if I am alone, I will go."

Chu Mengyao, with tears in her eyes, ran out of Shengtianzong, and ran towards the courtyard alone.

She must resist the beast tide before it reaches the courtyard, and not let any monster disturb the master's cleansing.

In the courtyard...
Unaware that the beast horde was coming, Lu Fanchen carried Ah Huang to the pavilion in the front yard and put it down, set up his easel, and prepared to paint a picture.

Daji is virtuously making tea at the side, and the two 'people' and a dog in the pavilion are just a picture of happiness.

Spreading the paper, contemplating the conception, picking up the brush, and putting it down, everything is natural. When painting, Lu Fanchen seems to be integrated with the heaven and the earth.

His whole body was full of sacred aura. At that moment, he seemed to be the master of the world, and he was trying to describe the world in his heart.

Sometimes I stop to drink tea, sometimes I look up at the sky, sometimes I hold my chin with one hand and think about it.

After being nourished by the elixir, Ah Huang's injury is also rapidly recovering.

A ray of sunset shines through the wall and is reflected in the hot spring swimming pool. The autumn wind caresses slightly, causing ripples.

Lu Fanchen's painting was finally finished. In the painting, a monkey with a hairy face was holding a long thick black stick and carried it on his shoulder. He was in high spirits and mighty.

Take off the drawing paper and hold it in your hand to appreciate it for yourself.

"It seems that the painting saint conferred by my system still doesn't have much moisture. The painting of Monkey King is so lifelike, I even admire myself a little bit."

Holding the painting, narcissistic self-assessment.

"Huh? What is that, this mortal drew it himself?" Ah Huang just woke up and saw Lu Fanchen's narcissistic look, and stared at the painting for a moment, dumbfounded.

A phantom of a golden Buddha holding an artifact appeared in its eyes, and suddenly opened its mouth and said, "Where did you come from, you little demon, first give me a stick from my old grandson."

Ah Huang's trembling body found that the space seemed to be imprisoned, and he couldn't move. Seeing that the black stick was about to fall, he was helpless.

"Could it be that my dog ​​life is about to end like this?" Ah Huang was in despair, tremblingly waiting for death to come.

Suddenly a strong wind blew up, and the painting in Lu Fanchen's hand was blown up by the strong wind and drifted away with the wind.

After waiting for a while, Ah Huang opened his eyes, looked around, and found that he was still alive, but his whole body was already wet, and there were still tears in the dog's eyes.

Glancing at Lu Fanchen, he was afraid for a while, and he was glad that he hadn't done anything ungrateful, otherwise his dog's life would definitely be accounted for here.

Lu Fanchen quietly watched the painting being blown away, and only sighed slightly: "It's a pity, I haven't had time to appreciate it."

"Daji, put away the easel!"

"Hey, Ah Huang, are you awake?" Lu Fanchen exclaimed as he glanced at Ah Huang just as he was about to leave the pavilion.

Could it be that dogs in the world of cultivating immortals have such a strong self-healing ability?So soon?

Rumble

The sky suddenly changed, and a large cloud of dark clouds drifted toward the courtyard in the direction of the backyard. Chu Mengyao stood majestically among the trees alone.

His mind was tense, his eyes were full of killing intent, he held a four-foot long sword tightly in his hand, a gust of wind blew from his back, and he felt something sticking to his back.

I touched it with the back of my hand and found that it was a piece of paper. I wanted to throw it away, but after thinking about it carefully, the direction of the courtyard behind me, the paper floating out must not be ordinary paper.

Taking the paper and looking at it, I was shocked and almost fell off the branch, trembling and speaking incoherently: "This...this is..."

Could it be an expert, who knew that the beast tide was coming, knew that I was here to resist the beast tide for him, and sent it here specially?

The dao rhyme contained in it is much richer than the apple and tea before, and it can also help warriors to comprehend stick meaning-stick power-stick way, which is simply the supreme treasure of stick cultivation.

Just when Chu Mengyao was excited, excited, and wanted to bow down to the ground to worship, a beautiful figure floated on the branch next door.

"Yo, I didn't expect you to be more active than me!"

A whispering voice sounded, the person who came was the saint of Heartless Valley - Qin Manyun

"I didn't expect that the saint would come here. It seems that we have the same idea, and we can join hands to kill monsters next."

For Qin Manyun's appearance, Chu Mengyao was not surprised at all, quickly put away the scroll and said with a smile.

"Of course I'm willing to serve an expert." Qin Manyun murmured with a smile, twisting her seductive body like stepping on a lotus, slowly walking towards the place where the monster came.

Chu Mengyao was also unambiguous, with the painting gifted by an expert, her confidence greatly increased, and she raised her sword to kill the group of monsters in the distance.

(End of this chapter)