However, after a moment, the other person in the other dressed robe, but the elder Dan Dan, who was embroidered on the placket, also came over. Seeing that he was scorched, the wall was covered with the wall, and he could not help taking a cold breath.

Then, he saw ink paintings lying on the ground.

"Don't be stuck, save people first."

The two stepped forward and looked at the injury of ink painting, and then they were relieved.

Mo painting looks miserable, the injury is not mild, but there is nothing big.

Elder Dan took out a bottle of spiritual fluid, sprinkled on the wound of ink painting, resolved the residual fire poison, cleaned the blood stains of scorched ash, and at the same time stopped the bleeding of the wound.

Then take out a elixir and give the ink painting.

Then stroke the chest of ink painting, keep luck, with a thick and pure wooden spiritual power, nourishing the meridians of ink paintings, and treating his injuries ...

After a period of time, the pale face of ink gradually became bloody, and the breath was stable.

It was just that his physical body was too weak, so the trauma recovered slowly, and he couldn't wake up for a while.

Elder Dan Elder Ru was relieved, "It's almost ..."

"Fortunately, it was just affected by a small amount of spell spiritual power ..."

"It was not a big deal to raise half a month of injury and conditioning, but his hand was injured and the meridians were damaged. During this time, he could not use spiritual power ..."

Elder Dan was a little fortunate, and shook his head again:

"That is, the constitution is too bad ..."

"The body is weak, hurts when I stab, and I can't raise it if I hurt ..."

Elder Dan looked at the fainted ink painting, and had a little pain, and turned his head to complain about the Laoshi Lisao:

"Anyway, you are the elder of Taoist Dharma. He has nothing to teach him to practice. He doesn't expect any achievements.

The Lord of the Dao Lao smiled bitterly, "Can I not know this?"

"But how simple, he can really practice it, I have been able to practice him long ago ..."

"Learn that fur, do you use it a little bit."

"If you still hurt, you will be injured, and you will die when you cut it.

"What's more, the practice of refining is just strong, where is it so easy to learn."

"He has a bad foundation. If he has practiced a lot, his body is withered, blood gas is reversed, and he will hurt himself ..."

Elder Dan Wen Yan shook his head, but helplessly:

"Then I can practice a few furnace elixir, give him blood qi ..."

Although the function may not be too big, it is better than nothing.

After the elder Dan said, Elder Dan said, and at the same time, he glanced at the elderly Dao Fa.

Taoist President Elder Elderly Eye is numb.

"You say you are okay, teach this child to do spells?" Elder Dan puzzled.

"I didn't teach ..."

"Do you guess I believe it?"

The old manager of the Dao Dharma became bitter, "I really didn't teach ..."

Elder Dan was stunned. Seeing that he was not like talking, he looked around, his face changed slightly, "That's ..."

"It's a spell ..."

"Are you not a nonsense? Isn't it a spell, but it can also be a matrix? The question is, what is the spell?"

Dao Daisang thought, "It seems, it seems to be ... fireball ..."

Elder Dan is expressionless, "It's amazing ... What fireball, you teach me, let me have a long knowledge."

The President of the Taoist Fa couldn't speak.

Elder Dan pointed at the place where the spell puppet originally placed:

"Although this puppet, although it is the puppet of the foundation in the early stage, the purpose of the initial refining is to bear the spell bombardment.

Elder Dan's eyelid jump slightly, "I was blasted into a flying ash ..."

And this child is just an entry into a few years, and the disciples of the foundation.

Elder Dan looked at the ink painting again, and his heart was shocked.

The President of the Dao Dharma also muttered in his heart.

He didn't remember that he had taught ink paintings, what kind of powerful spells.

Furthermore, even if there is this kind of spell, the spiritual root of the ink painting, and the spiritual power of Qi Hai, can not learn it at all, and can’t use it ...

unless……

The President of the Taoism felt the surroundings, the remaining hot air, and the spiritual power of the change.

Elder Dan asked: "What did you see?"

The President of the Dao Fa frowned: "This is not simply, it is the power of spells, but more like ..."

"What is like?"

The Dao Da Lao shook his head and did not say exit. He just thought of the age of ink painting, and the cultivation was unbelievable. He murmured in his mouth:

"Should ... not ..."

Nympho

When the ink painting woke up, I felt dizzy, my hands hurt, and the meridians were still a bit stagnant.

When he looked around, he found that he was lying on a white and soft bed. He was plain, burned with the scent of scent.

There is a woman wearing a long -lasting robe, a dignified woman, but a charming woman, but watching him silently.

Some surprises, "Murong ... Elder?"

His voice was a little hoarse and a little weak, like a trauma that left the fire spirit, and his speech was a bit difficult.

Elder Murong was slightly pushed, "Mr. Xun was afraid that you would worsen your injuries, so he sent you to me."

Ink painting was slightly stunned, then I knew that Elder Murong was a Dan teacher.

Elder Murong was close to ink paintings, her fingers were fair and slender, and gently touched the forehead of the ink painting, the sound was soft as late:

"Nothing ..."

"But the left hand burns, damage the meridians. Within half a month, you can't use spiritual power. The right hand is a flesh injury. Within seven days, you can't hold the pen ..."

"I give you a few bottles of elixir, take a capsule every morning and evening, take a cap."

"Um." Mo Hua nodded a little bit, "Thank you elder Murong ..."

Elder Murong smiled slightly.

After that, there have been other monks one after another.

The first is Yuer.

After seeing the injury of ink painting, he stayed next to the ink painting, frowned with a small eyebrow, and his eyes were moist.

Elder Murong had to prepare a small bed and a small blanket for him to sleep nearby.

Yu'er was quiet and quiet, noisy or noisy. When he woke up, the first thing to open his eyes was to look at ink paintings.

Mo Hui woke up, Yuer's eyes were shiny, very happy.

But because ink paintings are going to recuperate, Yuer looked at it for a while, and he had to return to his disciples to do his homework again.

Murong Caiyun also came once, gave some elixir, and supplements.

Seeing that ink painting is okay, she is relieved, but she tells ink painting. When practicing spells, she must be careful not to hurt herself anymore.

Be honest with ink painting.

He also knew one thing:

He heard Sister Murong and called Elder Murong "Little Aunt". It can be seen that the two did have a relationship.

Shangguanxu also came to see him. In addition to the elimination of the elimination of the wounded, it also brought a lot of delicious food.

"These are the aunt, let me bring you ..."

"This is too much in the door, she is not convenient to come in, but let you hurt it. Go to the Gu family, she invite the Dan teacher of the official house to condition you, do not leave any trouble ..."

Ink painting nodded and felt excited:

"Thank you brother Xu, and for me, thank you Auntie."

In addition, some disciples in the same door also came to see their "little brother".

Seeing ink painting's complexion is okay, there is nothing to do, they are relieved, walking around ink paintings, and chatting with him:

"Ink painting, I heard that you practice spells and hurt yourself?"
To be continued...