The boy in front of me is not as symptom of wind and cold. He is sick all year round and extremely weak is a superficial sign.

This child's spiritual sense is defective, so he must have been cursed by the demon clan.

This curse cannot be in the Kunlun Palace, so only what happened before coming to Kunlun Palace will lead to the current situation.

After Zhao Yue handed Luo Chen over to the old doctor who had returned from the medicine, she walked to the medicine cabinet. The young apprentice who was taking care of the medicine helped her get some medicinal herbs to condition her body. After wrapping them one by one, she bent down to thank her and stepped out of the gate of the Kunlun Palace Medical Center.

Looking at her leaving, a sound of praise gradually sounded in the clinic.

Everyone knows that the ancient Yuezun is a great god in the prehistoric world, and he must have looked arrogant. He heard from a disciple who came back from the Medicine King Gu Benshan that the ancient Yuezun was an approachable woman with a Bodhisattva's heart, which once caused controversy.

After seeing her herself today, the debate finally came to an end.

Such approachable and without any appearance as a great god, it is like the light of a doctor, and it should be worshipped by all the fellow practitioners who practice medicine and cure diseases.

Following the winding path when he came, Zhaoyue's thoughts still fell on the child named Luo Chen.

Is it lucky or a little unfortunate to say that his master is the God of Mokawa from Chiri Peak?

Children with poor spiritual consciousness and extremely poor health certainly do not have the opportunity to rest in the strict and harsh teaching of Mochuan Shen. If they are sick, they will cure the disease, and then continue to practice high-intensity education. Over time, their bodies will become a veritable disease.

Back in the living yard, Fu Chen was still sitting on the desk reading, only glanced at the two bags of medicinal herbs in her hand, without any expression, and his eyes fell on the book in front of him again.

Zhaoyue took out several medicinal herbs, put them on the table, then waved her hands, and drew a Tai Chi diagram out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, the shriveled and unpleasant medicinal herbs turned into two black moisturized pills.

"I just saw Luo Chen." She turned her head and looked at Fu Chen, "The child is so sick that I took a pulse for him."

Pour out half a cup of warm water, Zhaoyue put one of the pills in the water, and saw it floating twice, gradually melting in the water. The originally clear teacup gradually turned into a dark color.

"I thought it was because of the deep wind and cold, but the result was that the spiritual consciousness was defective. I thought it had been cursed by the demon clan." She handed the teacup in front of Fu Chen and urged him to drink it quickly.

After eating so many steamed buns in the morning, Fu Chen's face was still not very good. While drinking the extremely bitter medicine, he thought about Zhao Yue's words.

"So what?" he asked.

"This spiritual defect must not be a problem that was caused in Kunlun Palace. It must have been a long time ago. I asked, he will be a thousand years old and is an orphan picked up by the god of Mo Chuanakami."

Fu Chen drank the teacup in front of him and pondered for a moment.

Thousands of years ago, if you have any contact with the demon clan, only the Qinglong Gate of the Sword Immortal Luo Yao was left.

When he found the spirit girl and learned that the spirit girl claimed to be the woman on Junji Mountain, his originally happy feelings were completely destroyed by the demon clan's sudden attack on Qinglong Mountain.

When he arrived with several generals, he saw that the entire Qinglong Gate was bleeding and almost slaughtered.

The spirit woman held the long sword in her hand and was still fighting to the death.

"...The orphan picked up by Mo Chuan..." He repeated it heavily. The god Mo Chuan was indeed present at that time, and there was indeed no memory of the orphan.

"But are you talking about Luo Chen?" As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Chuan's voice sounded.

As soon as Zhaoyue turned around, she saw him stepping into the room with lunch meals and bowed respectfully to her: "Yuezun, it's time to have lunch."

Three meals a day are on time and on time, which is really a headache.

Mo Chuan raised his eyes and saw Fu Chen sitting in front of the desk with an unhappy expression, holding a book and reading it in a daze.

He put down the plate in his hand and walked quickly towards Fu Chen: "Oh, he can read at a young age, and he will definitely be a talented person in the future."

Fu Chen was stunned and suddenly closed the book. The moment Mo Chuan stretched out his hand, he stuffed his back into the Qiankun bag: "It's just reading history. Is Mo Chuan so interested?"

Zhaoyue laughed dryly as they watched them not dealing with each other.

Mokawakami also ate a lot of steamed buns in the morning, but now she doesn't look uncomfortable. Fortunately, she made an extra pill and thought it would come in handy when he is uncomfortable.

Mo Chuan looked straight at Fu Chen's eyes and sneered: "Are you really reading history? You look so much like reading something that is hard to be elegant."

"Wow!" Fu Chen was not willing to be outdone and smiled coldly, "The god of the Supreme Court has such a good eye. Can you see the content after driving ten meters? "

As for Zhaoyue, she was not interested in what he read at all. As long as she was not allowed to read, she would do anything.

"Maybe I saw the story of the sword immortal Luo Yao Qinglong Gate a thousand years ago. How about I test you?"

Fu Chen's teeth creaked. The man in front of him was scolded by Zhaoyue. He planned to change his ways to do something and prove that he was better?

He snorted coldly and gave him a disdainful look: "What's the matter of the sword immortal Luo Yao? It would be too much to compete with someone else's tragedy that was killed by the demon clan overnight."

A light flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes. After a long time, he laughed, turned around and walked to Zhaoyue's side from the desk, and brought out the meals on the plate as well: "Luo Chen is the child I picked up at Qinglongmen. He was only three or five years old at that time."

"What is his name?" Zhao Yue was a little confused and looked at Mo Chuan in front of her.

"He only remembers his name is Luo Chen, and the rest cannot be remembered." After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Zhao Yue, "But what trouble did Luo Chen cause to Yue Zun?"

Zhao Yue hurriedly waved her head: "No, no, that's not the case."

"My master went to the clinic to get me medicine in the morning, but I just met it." Fu Chen turned his hands behind his back, turned out from the desk, and stared at Mo Chuan's cheek with a smile.

He responded lightly: "I heard that Yue Zun showed off his skills in the clinic and was called the Light of a Doctor."

Mo Chuan turned his head, looked at Fu Chen, and smiled proudly: "It turns out that I am getting medicine for you. Your swordsmanship is so aggressive, but your body is so rotten?"

Fu Chen's face turned dark, but he still smiled and leaned over to Zhaoyue: "Yes, I have been blessed with this rotten bones. Master has personally rubbed my pain and looked after me day and night. Isn't this? I've also personally taken medicine and decocted medicine, very careful."

Finally, Mo Chuan's face also turned dark. The room was covered in a low air pressure, and it was very uncomfortable to hold Zhaoyue in it.

"Master just now rubbing his disciple's stomach is too tired, and he feels very distressed." After saying that, Fu Chen pressed Zhao Yue, who wanted to change the place, pressed him there with both hands, and made a look of rubbing his shoulders, facing Shen Ruhuo's eyes at Mo Chuan.
Chapter completed!