It wasn't very comfortable to support Chen all day.

The steamed buns are actually quite delicious, with different flavors, soft and smooth milky aroma, but they were eaten too quickly and were overwhelmed. He never wanted to see the steamed buns again in a short period of time.

From a confrontation just now, Fu Chen deeply realized that this god at Mo Chuan was a cruel person.

The six steamed buns were not allowed to be eaten by Zhaoyue, but they killed 1,000 enemies and suffered 800 of them. They were a master.

If you really do it next time, you really don’t know how to deal with it.

Zhao Yue looked at his obviously bad face now and sighed: "Don't run around, I'll go find the ancestor to get some medicine."

After saying that, he put on the fox fur, pushed open the door and left.

Along the way, it attracted a lot of attention.

The dazzling cloud brocade dress, the large and beautiful white velvet cloak on her body, and Zhaoyue’s three thousand white hair, although only a simple hairpin was tied to her head, it could not cover the temperament of the peerless beauty and her peerless face.

Before she came to Kunlun Palace, most of the records about her in Kunlun Palace, the most famous Kunlun Palace in the Heavenly Clan were a kind of unconfirmed speculation.

Because she was almost living with the same age as the world, in all records, the ancient Yuezun was a man with white hair and wrinkles on her face. As for her Fuxi Qin, she had never been mentioned.

Until the Battle of the Wasteland, she appeared in front of the world for the first time, and these records changed slightly.

The ancient Yuezun turned into an old lady with a white haired and special obsession with the prince of the Heavenly Clan, holding a pipa that was claimed to be made by the Shenmu.

This version is widely circulated.

Her title was almost bound to the Battle of the Wastelands. When it comes to Battle of the Wastelands, no one did not expect the ancient Yue Zun.

Even Kunlun Palace teaches this way.

But such an incredible description was finally defeated yesterday.

Those ancient Yuezun, constructed by unreal rumors, were unceremoniously beaten to powder by reality when she appeared in the arena.

The woman in front of her was calm and elegant, and her white bun was tied up by a plain hairpin. The priceless cloud brocade dress was a pure white fox fur that was rare in history, almost everyone's guesses and imaginations about her were placed under her feet in an instant.

Such a beautiful woman, who was so beautiful that she lived with Tian, ​​plucked a string in the Battle of the Wasteland and saved the great figure of the Tianqi Feather Clan coalition.

Because it does not meet everyone's expectations, it has become the focus of attention.

Zhaoyue followed the bluestone road and thought about it for a while, but decided not to find the ancestor Hongjun, but to go directly to the medical center of Kunlun Palace.

After asking three or five disciples in this huge Kunlun Palace, I finally found the path to the medical center.

The path was not obvious and was circling around, but the buildings at the end of the path were not simple at all, and their luxury was almost more dazzling than the mansions on the various peaks of Kunlun Palace.

From a distance, the doctors were all in blue clothes, which surprised her, but it was reasonable.

The Heavenly Clan and the Feather Clan are allies for generations, and there is nothing wrong with dependent on each other and protecting each other.

There are not many people in the world who are proficient in medical pharmacology everywhere, but she has seen such a model for the first time in other sects.

Perhaps the future Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion can be as well.

In that case, the influence of the demon clan on this world will definitely be much smaller.

Many fierce evil deeds and many magic tricks that are delayed and can be turned back on for a while, perhaps it will be difficult to become popular in the world and wilderness.

She walked along the stone slab in front of her and stepped onto the medical center's door and looked in. In addition to seeing the layers of medicine cabinets circling upwards, the magnificent dragon pillars, there was also a slightly curled figure standing there with her back facing her.

Zhao Yue leaned over suspiciously and patted him on the shoulder.

The man turned around and it turned out to be Luo Chen.

Seeing his forehead turned into a purple-purple ecchymn, and sucking his nose hard, he saluted her with almost no sound: "Yuezun."

This made Zhaoyue feel guilty.

A small mistake caused him to be so sick that he is now. She smacked her lips awkwardly and glanced at the doctor in the Medicine King Valley who was taking his pulse.

"Is this serious?"

The doctor frowned and nodded: "Luo Chen's body is weak, and he will be sick for several months every year. This year, this disease is particularly serious."

Zhao Yue pursed her lips, and her guilt became even deeper.

After thinking for a moment, she respectfully said to the doctor in front of her: "I will give him a pulse and see if there is any place we can help."

The old man in front of him was stunned and stood up quickly: "I can't ask for anything, but I can't ask for anything! Su Wen Yuehai Huanhua Pavilion is a magical doctor, and I have never been able to see you. Today is a great auspicious day!"

Zhao Yue smiled politely and sat in front of Luo Chen.

In a blink of an eye, she was surrounded by a group of people. Everyone stood on tiptoe and tried their best to get closer to see the style of the magic doctor of the Moonhai Huanhua Pavilion.

She slowly raised her hand and signaled Luo Chen to put her elbow on the mat, and then, her three fingers fell on his pulse door. A dark blue light slowly flowed into Luo Chen's pulse along her fingertips.

If you don't know, you're shocked.

She frowned and looked up the young man in front of her up and down, left and right. The wisp of spiritual power wandered in his body for a long time, and finally slowly fell back to Zhaoyue's finger.

This situation was really unexpected, which caught Zhao Yue off guard, raised her hand, and asked in confusion: "How old are you?"

"It will be thousands of years old."

"Who was the person before coming to Kunlun Palace?"

Luo Chen in front of him shook his head and laughed a little down and said, "I am an orphan, and I picked it up by my master."

Looking at his cheek, Zhao Yue knew the tactfulness and did not ask any more questions. He picked up a pen and wrote a medicine: Spirit Grass on the paper on the desk. Then he handed it over to the old man from the Medicine King Valley who had just taken his pulse: "Thank you for your hard work, add a Spirit Grass to his prescription, and add six grams of medicine alone."

The old man took the prescription with both hands, and was a little confused. After hesitating for a moment, he asked: "I dare to ask the Immortal Lord, his disease..."

"It's indeed caused the cold and the cold is very severe. The spirit-gathering grass can cure faster." Zhao Yue smiled slightly and said slowly.

The old man suddenly realized and responded to hurry to get the medicine.

She raised her hand and said to the people around her: "It's all gone."

When only she and Luo Chen were left, she frowned and asked again: "Who is your master among these four peaks?"

Luo Chen smiled bitterly and sighed: "My master is Mo Chuanshang God who is known as the Kunlun Palace, who is not very ruthless and talks..."

This made Zhao Yue smile bitterly together.

It turned out to be Mo Chuan.
Chapter completed!