Chapter 107 [107] Zhao Fan

"Excuse me, do you still have blood-restoring pills?" Several disciples in tattered clothes walked up to Shi Qing and Zhong Li Jin and asked stiffly.

They were also covered in blood, and one of the disciples even had one eye blinded.

"Yes." Zhongli Jin took out a bottle from his sleeve and handed it to them directly: "Heal your wounds quickly."

“Thank you!” The disciples were delighted, but then they said a little embarrassedly, “Well, Daoist Zhongli…thank you for your generosity. I’m sorry for gossiping about you before.”

They seemed to be a little embarrassed. After all, Zhongli Jin was a rare genius in cultivation that only appeared once in a thousand years. Naturally, some people would envy and be jealous of the young man behind his back.

However, most of the disciples of cultivation were not bad people by nature. It seemed as if they had gotten to know Zhongli Jin again during this sect competition, and they admired and respected the young man even more.

From a talented swordsman to a useless and down-and-out disciple, to the third practitioner of alchemy, talisman and formation after rebuilding his spiritual roots, and finally, if it weren't for the two formations of the young man, all of them would probably have died here today.

"Nothing." Zhongli Jin smiled at them.

The boy's face was handsome, fair, delicate and beautiful. His dark pupils were like exquisitely clear obsidian. His red lips were slightly curled, and his smile was filled with a warm light, bringing a warmth that made people feel like a spring breeze.

The disciples were slightly startled, their cheeks flushed, and they felt even more ashamed for their previous secret jealousy and sarcasm towards the young man.

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"Shi, Fellow Daoist Shi Qing..." A familiar voice came from the other side.

Shi Qing withdrew his gaze from Zhongli Jin, turned his head, and his eyes fell on the face of the man with a more handsome face.

He was wearing a purple and white Taoist robe, and his aura was not very stable, but when he looked at Shi Qing, there was a light of gratitude in his eyes, "It's really you!"

Shi Qing stared at his face and thought for a while. At this time, another person came over and asked anxiously: "Junior brother! How come you are gone when I turned around?!"

The person who was approaching walked hurriedly, his voice was a little rough, and he looked familiar.

The handsome man said, "Brother Zhang! I just saw someone from a distance who looked very much like Daoist Fellow Shi Qing, so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect it to be her!"

There was excitement in his voice. Not long after he arrived here, the war was over. Although he only cleaned up the mess, he still suffered some injuries.

"Daoist Fellow Shi Qing?" Zhang Changzheng's eyes lit up, "So you are here too!"

Shi Qing looked at the two of them, recognized Zhang Changzheng, and also recognized this handsome man, "It's you."

A disciple of Liaoyue Valley, he was rescued by her from the cave in the Demonic and Martial Arts Secret Realm last time. He is the direct disciple of an elder of Liaoyue Valley.

The man nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, it's me! Zhao Fan, Daoist Fellow Shi Qing still remembers you!"

He was so excited that he couldn't control himself and started coughing, even coughing up a little blood.

Zhao Fan suffered internal injuries and had used up all the pills he had taken. The effect of the intermediate blood recovery pill was not very good. Zhang Changzheng had just gone to ask for some pills, but the disciples of other sects were also in a slightly serious condition and there were no extra pills to give them.

Shi Qing took out a high-level blood-recovering pill from his pocket and threw it to him, "Eat it."

“This…” Zhao Fan was stunned for a moment, then his face turned slightly red as he said, “I, I didn’t come here to say hello just to ask you for the elixir.”

He was worried that the girl would misunderstand.

"Yeah, I know." Shi Qing said lightly.

Zhao Fan: “…”

The man's face turned even redder, and he pursed his lips slightly and said, "Thank you very much..."

He took the blood-recovering pill and was stunned for a moment, "This pill..."

In addition to the sweeter taste, there seems to be another medicinal ingredient blended in it.

Zhao Fan felt that his spiritual roots were swelled, so he quickly adjusted his breathing and refined the surging spiritual energy into his body, forming a spiritual power flow. Then the man suddenly opened his eyes, as if he remembered something - "Fellow Daoist Shi Qing, is there a fig in your blood pill this time?!"

It’s not that Zhao Fan is also a cultivator who has reshaped or transplanted his spiritual roots, but that his master was also once seriously injured and his spiritual roots were almost destroyed. They were not repaired until two hundred years ago. Fifty years later, he took figs to nourish himself. The remaining medicinal pulp was sealed in the sect’s alchemy warehouse. He was naughty when he was a child and was curious about the taste of the pulp, so he tasted it secretly.

Zhao Fan has a very powerful tongue. He can remember the taste of everything he eats for a long time. In addition, the special effects of figs make him shudder after the feeling after the figs take effect in the body. Therefore, he has not forgotten it at all over the years.

The man was just shocked, he had no intention of publicizing it.

But other sect disciples who were closer heard these words clearly.

"Figs?" someone whispered, "Aren't those needed only by cultivators who are rebuilding or transplanting spiritual roots?"

"Yes, Daoist Fellow Shiqing from Sanqing Mountain, why would he eat that?"

The eyes of the people around him looked at Shi Qing with some changes, "Could it be that Daoist Fellow Shi Qing is also reshaping his spiritual roots?!"

Shi Qing: “…”

she does not know.

But Master said that figs were useful to her. After eating some, she indeed felt that her cultivation speed had increased a lot, and she did not feel any discomfort.

Just as she was about to speak, the young man in white clothes not far away said before her: "Everyone, please don't make random guesses."

Zhong Lijin walked over slowly, smiled helplessly and said, "That blood recovery pill is mine. When I gave it to Senior Sister before, I probably took the wrong one."

When the young man said this, the others immediately understood.

——That makes sense!

Zhongli Jin had his spiritual roots reshaped, so naturally he needed to take it. Daoist Fellow Shi Qing was half his senior sister, so it was not surprising for her to get it unexpectedly.

"So that's how it is..." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Qing raised his eyes and looked at the young man in white beside him. His brown eyes were motionless. He didn't expect Zhongli Jin to tell this lie.

The young man lifted his coat and sat down, leaning against her shoulder. He looked at Zhao Fan and Zhang Changzheng opposite him, as if he had already regarded Sanqing Mountain as his home. He chuckled and asked in the tone of a host, "Why are you two looking for my senior sister?"

Zhao Fan coughed lightly and shook his head, "No, no! I was saved by Daoist Fellow Shi Qing once in the Monster Secret Realm last time, so I wanted to thank him again. Daoist Fellow was generous and gave me a high-level blood-recovery pill. I really don't know how else to express my gratitude."

"It's okay," Zhao Fan said to Shi Qing, but this did not prevent Zhong Lijin from responding for her, "Since we have already greeted each other, Daoist Zhao Fan and your brother should also find a place to rest up. The gate to the secret realm will probably be open early tomorrow evening."

Zhao Fan wanted to talk to Shi Qing more. The handsome man had a shy face as if he was in love for the first time. However, when he saw the smiling face of the boy opposite him, he felt as if he was pulled back to where he was, and felt the coldness emanating from Zhongli Jin.

The boy's smile was too superficial, not even a bit of disguising, but rather his eyes. It seemed as if someone could see through Zhao Fan's thoughts and he was determined not to let Zhao Fan take even a single step forward.

The man felt a little unwilling, but Shi Qing agreed with Zhong Lijin: "Well, good, take a rest."

These five words interrupted all the remaining words of Zhao Fan.

"..."

Helpless, he could only sigh, "Okay, Daoist Fellow Shi Qing should also have a good rest."

"Well..." Before Zhao Fan left, he whispered as he did last time: "Liaoyue Valley is really beautiful. I always welcome Daoist Fellow Shiqing to come and play."

"Thank you," Zhong Lijin suddenly said, squinting his eyes and smiling, "If there is a chance, I will come with Senior Sister."

Zhao Fan: “…”

Good night! ~~