Li Suo was sitting in the front row and reminded softly: "Uncle Master, the master won't let you teach us poisonous weeds."

Lou Bugui didn't seem to hear it, and continued to explain: "The stems and branches of the soul-destroying grass are green, and the main branch has ten branches. One drop of the medicine can kill monks below the foundation in an instant."

As he said this, he pulled off a branch of the Soul-Reducing Grass and was about to stuff it into his mouth with his eyes downcast.

Lisuo was obviously as familiar with this situation as his master. He snatched the herb away with quick hands and eyes, and said gently: "Uncle, you just need to explain it. There is no need to test the medicine yourself."

Lou Bugui said "Ah" and said blankly: "I am already a golden elixir. Even if I try the medicine, I will not die. I will only lose my soul for a moment."

Lisuo's smile could hardly be maintained. The monks were most afraid of the soul leaving the body. Even if the soul was lost for a while, it would cause big troubles, let alone a moment.

Li Suo sighed and said, "Uncle Master, let's explain it first."

Lou Bugui probably also knew that something was wrong. His bad habit of stuffing medicine into his mouth as soon as he saw it would never change, and someone would have to stop him.

He nodded, collected the soul-destroying weed, and continued to explain the second poisonous weed.

After explaining all the poisons, he finally reacted: "Ah, then don't tell senior brother that I taught you poisonous weeds."

Li Suo: "..."

Lisuo said: "Okay."

The disciples liked this uncle very much who didn't have to get up early for morning classes. They listened to his words and tried their best to cover up for him if they could: "Yes, uncle."

After the poisonous weed class, it was already afternoon.

Shen Gurong was somewhat interested in Lou Bugui's soul-destroying grass, so he walked over after morning class to sort out the herbs for him.

Lou Bugui looked up at him, tilting his head left and right, and it took him a while to recognize him.

"Ah, eleven."

Shen Gurong quietly stole a piece of soul-destroying grass from him: "Senior brother's lectures were very good. I learned a lesson on the 11th."

If the soul-absorbing grass can make a monk at the golden elixir stage leave his soul for a moment, then it should be possible to make him transfer his soul as well.

Shen Gurong wanted to know, after his soul entered this shell, where did Shen Fengxue go?

What will happen to this body when his soul leaves?

Lou Bugui didn't know if he understood the compliment. He lowered his head and continued to sort out the herbs. After taking a glance, he suddenly said: "One plant is missing."

Shen Gurong: "..."

Are your eyes so good?

Shen Gurong was just about to find a reason to escape when he suddenly heard a shocking sound coming from outside.

"The demon clan is full of makeup! I came to Liren Peak to propose marriage!"

The disciples who had not completely left looked at each other and whispered in small groups.

There is a spiritual monument on Liren Peak, so outsiders cannot come in without permission, and the sounds echoing in the mountains should be transmitted by secret techniques. The sound comes one after another, like ripples, echoing throughout Liren Peak.

Shen Gurong pondered, who is this Xue Manzhuang? This posture looks quite arrogant.

He asked Lou Bugui: "Do we still have female cultivators at Liren Peak?"

Lou Bugui was still saying: "I'm short of medicine, Eleven, did you see who stole my medicine? Where's my sword?"

Shen Gurong felt a little guilty and wanted to return it, but he didn't dare to do anything under Lou Bugui's nose to avoid being chopped down.

He coughed dryly and stood up, following the other disciples out to watch the show.

Under the blue sky, a white crane spread its wings and flew slowly, stopping halfway up Yuxu Mountain.

Xi Guxing was practicing his sword. When he saw Bai He coming over, he frowned slightly: "What's wrong with Shen Shiyi?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xue Manzhuang's voice had already reached Yuxu Mountain.

"The demon clan is full of makeup! I came to Liren Peak to propose marriage!"

Xi Guxing's face immediately turned green.

He said coldly: "Has he recovered from the injuries he received from Shen Shiyi a few years ago?"

Bai He said: "It looks like everything is fine. He is waiting at the World Spirit Monument now."

Xi Guxing sneered: "Go tell him that Shen Fengxue has gone into seclusion and has no time to compete with him, let alone agree to join him. Let him get out early."

Bai He hesitated.

Xi Guxing: "What?"

Bai He said calmly: "But the Holy Lord has already gone to the World Spirit Monument."

Xi Guxing: "..."

Shen Fengxue...has he finally agreed to marry that little red bird?!

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