Chapter 182

For several days, the dead wood did not appear in Muyu's eyes. He had been staying in the tree house without talking to Muyu. He did not know what was going on inside. TIANYAO tree was set up around the ban, blocking the wooden feather outside, Muyu tried everything to get in.

He was very worried. Did something happen to the dead wood?

"Is he still alive?" Mu Yu touched Xiao Shuai's ear and said anxiously.

He always thought that the dead tree evergreen was an old man who could only scold him. But suddenly he knew that he was going to die. Muyu began to feel sad.

Xiao Shuai shook his tail and said, "I don't know. Although the old man green hair always says that he wants to refine the medicine with earthworm, he hasn't realized it all the time."

"Little mouse, do you want to die?" Long Teng flicked the water with his tail, and waves of spray fell on the little Shuai, which made him very handsome.

"Do you think the green haired old man can do his work? He asked with his head askew.

It is hard for a master to accept the practice of dispersing one's work. If a practitioner does not have his accomplishments, he will lose everything. He can't be a mortal because his ability is incompatible with ordinary people.

If they want to choose, many practitioners would rather die.

Muyu was kept in this valley for more than a year. Although he scolded and scolded him every day, the dead wood wanted to shoot him to death, but people always had feelings. If something happened to the dead wood, Muyu would not feel well.

Withered wood is not a bad man. He is just a little eccentric. His temper is provoked by Mu Yu. At other times, he is just a stuffy old man, studying his poison alone. He dealt with poison all his life, and eventually he was eroded by it.

Muyu thinks of the master of medicine. As alchemists, they also need to refine the medicinal power of various herbs when refining medicines. As time goes on, they will also deposit a lot of wood residues in their bodies, which makes the alchemists unable to improve their cultivation. The dead wood came from the Dan Ding sect and had a deep relationship with the alchemist. What he deposited in his body was not only wood residue, but also toxin.

Poison is nothing terrible to Mu Yu. But dead wood is not wood feather. He has the ability to detoxify trees. He is a normal cultivator. He can't remove the poison in his body.

"Do you think I can do that if I help the dead wood to filter the spiritual power in his body like he helped the master of medicine?" Muyu sits on the wooden bridge in boredom, stroking his big tail with his fingers.

"Needless to say, you should also know that it is impossible. Although alchemists deal with herbs, at least their spiritual power is normal, while the spiritual power of dead wood is completely mixed with poison. All parts of his body are surprisingly not eroded by the poison, so dispersing is the only choice." Said Xiao Shuai.

"This old guy is very old. Once he becomes a mortal, it means that some diseases of ordinary people will appear in him. He can hardly stand the stimulation, otherwise he will definitely have an accident." Dragon rattan's tail beat water flower to say. Although the Dragon vine is threatened by the dead wood every time to refine medicine, it knows that the dead wood is just talking, otherwise it will be finished.

"You mean I can't get angry with him in the future, can I?" Muyu rolled his eyes. The dead wood didn't stutter and angry. Everyone would be crazy if he spoke in a different way. In order to save time, Muyu often deliberately went to anger the old man.

However, at this time, a huge spiritual power suddenly rippled around the sky demon tree. The huge wave lifted the unprepared wooden feathers out of their guard and fell into the river one after another. The ground in the valley was shaking as if there had been a big earthquake.

All the monsters at the bottom of the river are shivering. Of course, they are familiar with this breath, which is the breath of withered trees that are normally cured to their feet. At ordinary times, when this smell appears, it means that some monster will be caught by dead trees and tested for poison.

Muyu poked out his head from the river and spat out a saliva. He looked at the direction of the sky demon tree in disbelief. There, a huge source of spiritual power was constantly spreading around. Under this spiritual power, Muyu felt like a small boat in a storm. It was adrift and in danger of capsizing at any time.

It took an hour for this terrible power to dissipate.

"The old man really gave up his work." Xiao Shuai was lying on top of Muyu's head. His whole body was wet, so he could only keep shaking his body and splashing water everywhere.

Muyu jumped out of the river and rushed to the sky demon tree. The prohibition outside the sky demon tree has disappeared. Muyu opens the door smoothly and walks in.

The dead wood sat on the bed with his head down, his whole body trembling and his chest undulating. His green hair had turned white, and his whole popularity was like a gossamer, without any spiritual power fluctuation.

No one expected that the famous dead tree in the Xiuzhen world would become an ordinary person without any accomplishments at the moment.

"You want, revenge, me, now, can, start." Dead wood raised his head, the whole person is incomparably old, white beard is also hanging in front of his chest, has become an old man who has no strength to bind a chicken.

Muyu went over, looked up and down at the dead wood, and said, "master, when your hair is not green, you are actually very kind!""Are you satirizing me?" The withered wood became angry. He raised his hand and wanted to hang the wooden feather. Then he remembered that his accomplishments had disappeared.

Mu Yu looked at the dead wood's hand in the air with a smile and said, "is the ability to hang people out of order? Ha ha, that's good. I'll save my brain congestion every day. "

Dead wood glared at Mu Yu and said, "don't be too arrogant!"

"Well, I'm old. Why are you so hard? I'm not a person who forgets what's good for you. Can I throw you out? You lie down

Mu Yu holds the dead wood and slowly lies down. He takes out the quilt he has occupied and covers the dead wood.

Dead wood lying in bed looking at the wood feather, no longer words.

Muyu took out a bottle and said with a smile, "master, this is the medicine that I have nothing to do these days. It can make you feel better."

"You, think, poison, me?" The dead wood frowned.

Mu Yu snorted and said, "what poison? I have learned something about withered trees. Can you old man have some confidence in me. If you were to die, you would have taken a slap in the face, and you'd need to poison it? "

Muyu can't help but say, he flushed it with water, and then burned with danhuoshi, and then slowly took the dead wood.

The dead wood is angry, but there is no medicine to refuse Muyu. This kind of medicine is very precious naturally. It can make the human body stronger. In the past, he was able to punish the disobedient Muyu at will, but now Muyu has become the one who can play with him. It's really a trick of nature, but Muyu doesn't seem to want to do that.

"Let me think about it. Xiao Shuai said that you are too weak to bear strong herbs. I will look for herbs with weaker efficacy." Muyu rummages in the herb bag for a while, and finally finds out several herbs, and begins to fry another medicine for the dead wood.

The dead wood looked at Mu Yu sitting on the ground to test the medicine. After a long time, he said, "you want to leave here!"

"Of course, I don't want to stay in this place where the birds don't poop. But I'm going to take you away, too. What a trouble Mu Yu shakes his head and sighs.

"Son of a bitch! Don't you think I'm your master? Can you respect your teacher The dead wood cursed.

Muyu shrugged: "no, it was just a slip of tongue that day. What's more, if you want to be my master, what if my real master doesn't agree? "

"Hum!" As soon as the dead wood thought of the wind HaoChen, he seemed to be very upset. He mumbled a few ugly words and belittled the wind HaoChen to nothing. I don't know if the real God of the three continents has dug the ancestral grave of the dead wood. The dead wood always has a deep hatred with the wind HaoChen.

Muyu doesn't matter. Although he wants to know what's wrong with the dead wood and fenghaochen, Muyu knows he won't say it. Mu Yu was caught in the middle by the gratitude and resentment of the previous generation, which has made it very difficult for him to be a man. It would be very tiring if he even took care of what the dead wood said.

"Take the bag of heaven and earth." Reluctantly, the dead wood took out a bag and threw it to Muyu.

Muyu put his own divine sense into it. When he looked at the things inside, it didn't matter. Muyu's eyes lit up. He had never seen so many good things. The collection of dead wood for many years is all in it.

"These are mine!" Muyu laughs. He holds it in his arms like a fan of money and puts his own divine consciousness on it for fear of being robbed.

The corner of the dead wood's mouth rose slightly, and his life savings were all in this heaven and earth bag. This thing is really left for Muyu. He never accepted any apprentices in his life. When his time came, he met Mu Yu. Although he never called himself a master, he had to teach Mu Yu these things, not only because Muyu's real master was a person he knew, but also because Muyu had the potential to be appreciated by the dead wood.

The dead wood felt sleepy. He had not felt sleepy for a long time. Practitioners have no sleepiness, only fatigue. They usually don't sleep, and they all rely on meditation to nourish their energy and energy. It's not common for people like Muyu to practice sleeping.

Shuai kept asking Muyu what was in the bag and whether it was food. Muyu was so mysterious that he didn't want to say it, which made Xiao Shuai itchy. When Xiao Shuai was about to start robbing, he found that the dead wood was aging rapidly. He immediately reminded Mu Yu: "you should quickly input vitality to him. Even if the old man is so old, and he is so weak at the moment, it is easy to have an accident."

Muyu woke up. He patted his head and pressed his left hand on the wall. His right hand held the dead wood's arm, and carefully put the vitality of TIANYAO tree into it. Dead wood is already an ordinary man, and the vitality his body can bear is also limited. Muyu must be cautious.

The dead wood gradually fell asleep. For the first time in many years, he fell asleep peacefully. Muyu thinks that the old man is lovely when he doesn't speak. It's more fun when he talks. Muyu likes to see the old man choking and staring at him.

The scattered work of withered wood means that Muyu has recovered his freedom, but Muyu is not a bit relaxed. He has to accompany an ordinary person to a religious sect, which means that he must always protect the integrity of the dead wood, and can not stimulate him, so as to save him from the attack of old heart disease and so on.Think of a rookie who can't make pills, and an old man who has no accomplishments. These two people want to go to the Dan Ding sect to ask for something. How can it be so simple!

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