Yan Nanfei raised his head in fear and saw the shadow of Yanbailou against the light, and Yanbailou had already walked out of the temple door.
Yan Nanfei’s eyes are flashing with cold light!
……
Luo Changfeng was unconscious for the tenth day!
Several important people in the monastery tried to try various methods, looked up the six-character doorways for more than ten times, and finally could not find a cure for Luo Changfeng’s injury.
Day by day, the thirty-six petals of lotus shenghui did not repair Luo Changfeng’s body, but raised less and less.
The state of Luo Changfeng has been able to stand up to this kind of raising.
Luo Changfeng’s injury is really weak!
However, at this time, all the six-character doormen thought about the healing countermeasures together, but Dean Zhuang suddenly heard a newspaper.
A teacher from Tsing Yi rushed in with a roll of bamboo slips in his hands and respectfully handed it out. "Dean, there is an audience at the mountain gate!"
Dean Zhuang reached out and took the roll of bamboo slips and glanced at it roughly. "Where are people?"
The teacher in Tsing Yi looked up and said, "It’s easy to lose this roll of bamboo!"
Dean Zhuang looked more confused.
He stroked his beard.
Retype the bamboo slips
When we met, we wrote, "A bowl of Acacia Heart Blood Wuqilian Medicine Casting Body Soup needs God to return to life and wait for the soul fragrance."
Chapter one hundred and eleven See the lotus at night ()
Dean Zhuang is well known to all the teachers and students of the Pu Academy. Liu Zi Men is good at mastering medical skills. Although he can’t find a cure for Luo Changfeng, it doesn’t mean that he can’t understand this short roll of bamboo slips.
I was amazed a little in my heart!
Dean Zhuang ordered the teacher in Tsing Yi, who came to inform him, to immediately pursue Jane in front of the mountain gate, while he himself simply walked alone with a bamboo raft and bamboo slips in the snowy night.
A few lonely lamps light up the quiet yard, and the silvery white mountains and rivers are particularly warm, even if they are forgetful, the wind in the Sichuan is cool and chilling.
Dean Zhuang came to the small courtyard.
Huangfuyi helped Xiangdao Zongzi to walk out of the Changfeng cultivation room.
It’s too windy and snowy outside, which is why Daozong has lived here for several years, but he is still not used to the sudden snowstorm and crowded doors.
In front of the door, the wind is tight.
He is rare in the world. To be able to do this, let alone fear the cold, is to turn Huangfuyi around and gently cover the door.
In the small courtyard, Huangfuyiju’s house changed its lights, and three figures were reflected in the window.
Xiang Dao zong Zhuang dean sat facing each other.
Huangfuyi is quietly waiting for Daozong.
Dean Zhuang respectfully presented a roll of bamboo slips in his hand to Xiang Daozong. "Martial Uncle, this was just sent to the front of the mountain gate for Martial Uncle to have a look."