The morning sun rose, and Tengyunzhuang, which was originally trapped in the night of Cen Jing, gradually woke up.

The five mountain sects have distinct classes, and the different disciples have strict hierarchies. The four subordinate halls are the Medicine Collection Hall, the Spirit Mine Hall, the Weapon Refining Hall, and the Talisman Making Hall.

There are nearly a thousand disciples in each hall. They work every day when they come out and rest every day, doing their own trivial work.

Life in the mountains was calm, so one person was suddenly missing among the many registered disciples, and no one noticed it.

In the alchemy room of the Medicinal Collection Hall, Zhou Dashan was muttering: "That registered disciple named Liu Zhuo has been in the Spiritual Medicine Valley for more than three months. Will he starve to death?"

During these three months, Zhou Dashan also asked other disciples who worked in Lingyao Valley. Those disciples said that they had never seen Liu Zhuo except for the first day.

Originally, Zhou Dashanhui thought that this disciple would stay in the Spiritual Medicine Valley for a few days and could not bear the suffering of hunger and cold, so he would come to beg for him. Then, then the disciple's future share of spirit stones would naturally be taken over by him.

But now, I can’t see anyone in my life and corpse in my life, which makes Zhou Dashan a little annoyed.

Although the case of registered disciples who died accidentally while working also occurs at the outer sect of the Wuyue Sect, Zhou Dashan still does not want such a thing to happen.

After all, every registered disciple has a record of the roster in the sect. If he dies suddenly, although the noble masters and ancestors above will not pursue the investigation, they will inevitably alarm his master, Zuo Ningshan, the head of the Medicine Collection Hall.

"The old guy is addicted to alchemy and playing chess. It's best if you don't disturb him. The whole medicinal collection hall is naturally the biggest one."

Thinking of this, Zhou Dashan secretly decided not to care about the disciple's life and death. Even if he died, he would suppress the news.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

Who had no eyes and had entered the alchemy room without my permission?

Zhou Dashan looked up unhappily, but saw a registered disciple wearing a gray Taoist suit, ordinary-looking and carrying a medicine basket, walking in.

This registered disciple was naturally Liu Zhuo who had just come out of the altar. As soon as he left the Lingyao Valley, he went straight to the alchemy room.

Zhou Dashan was stunned for a moment and thought to himself: Isn’t this the boy who has been missing for three months?

"Senior Brother Zhou, I'm back." Liu Zhuo said.

Zhou Dashan glared at him and was furious, but after all, he said that he was not allowed to come back without completing the rated work.

So he snorted coldly and said, "I think you're dead inside! How about it, the share of herbs added to the past three months is really quite large. Have you finished it?"

Liu Zhuo deliberately showed a hint of embarrassment and said, "Report to senior brother, no."

Zhou Dashan glanced at the few spiritual medicines in Liu Zhuo's medicine basket and sneered: "Then what are you doing when you come back?"

Liu Zhuo looked like he was pleased, took out the six-leafed grain grass from the medicine basket, and sent it to Zhou Dashan and said, "But I picked this extremely rare grain grass in the Spiritual Medicine Valley, and specially brought you a filial piety to you, Brother."

Zhou Dashan glanced at him and was immediately attracted by the giant valley grass in Liu Zhuo's hand.

As a personal disciple of the Master of the Medicine Collection Hall, Zhou Dashan naturally also learned some of the fur of alchemy and medicine.

Although the refining of Gu Ling Pill does not require high age for the age of Gu Ling Herbs, if you use Gu Ling Pills for more than five years of medicine, the efficacy of Gu Ling Pills can be increased by more than several times.

Moreover, the Grain Grass, which has a higher age, is also an auxiliary medicine for several other high-level elixirs, which is considered a rare thing.

Zhou Dashan calmly collected the grain grass and said with a smile: "My junior brother is young, but he is a person who is interested. Senior brother, I happened to be learning to refine the valley spirit pill recently, so Senior brother accepted this spirit medicine first. As for the work of collecting spiritual medicine, you don't have to go in the future. Senior brother arranges a lighter errand for you, do you think?"

Liu Zhuo sneered in his heart and thought that Zhou Dashan was indeed a guy who "has milk but is a mother".

"Then I would like to thank my senior brother, but my junior brother still has a small request." Liu Zhuo said.

A hint of unhappiness flashed across Zhou Dashan's black face, but he still said patiently: "Let's listen."

Liu Zhuo said meticulously: "Senior brother, can you assign me to the medicine warehouse to work?"

"Well..." Zhou Dashan deliberately lengthened his tone and said in embarrassment: "The medicine warehouse is not short of manpower."

"Sir, please give me some convenience." Liu Zhuo had guessed what Zhou Dashan meant, and said immediately: "Junior brother, I am stupid and have no hope of practicing. Even if I receive the spirit stones in the future, it will be a waste. Liu Zhuo can give all the spirit stones he receives in the future to you, Senior Brother Zhou."

Hearing this, Zhou Dashan immediately smiled and said, "Junior brother, be polite, let's do it. From tomorrow, you will go to the pharmacy to work, and I will arrange everything for you."

"Thank you, Senior Brother Zhou." Liu Zhuo pretended to be grateful, and then said goodbye and left.

After leaving the herb collection hall, Liu Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief: Zhou Dashan is clearly this Zhou Baskin, and he really won’t let go of any benefit.

Liu Zhuo, who had disappeared for three months, suddenly came back, which surprised those who thought he had starved to death in the Spiritual Medicine Valley. Liu Zhuo walked and was pointed at by others from time to time.

However, according to Liu Zhuo's personality, he never minds the opinions of others.

When he returned to his residence and looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him, he couldn't help but sigh: he had been a registered disciple for three months, but he actually slept in this house for less than three days.

Thinking of this, Liu Zhuo pushed the door and walked into the house. There was no change in the wooden house, but his bed was covered with dust.

After cleaning the bed and going to the kitchen to eat some food, Liu Zhuo returned to the wooden house to meditate and practice.

I just waited for tomorrow to go to the medicine warehouse to start his new job.

The reason why he took the initiative to ask to work in the medicine warehouse was just because the medicine warehouse was the closest place to the alchemy room.

On weekdays, when Zuo Ningshan refines elixirs, he inevitably asks the disciples of the medicine warehouse to send spiritual medicine in, and occasionally asks these disciples to fight.

Liu Zhuo felt that if you want to learn how to refine Gu Ling Dan, the best opportunity is to become a disciple of the medicine warehouse first. If you go to the elixir room more often, you will always find some clues.

So, Liu Zhuo began to concentrate on meditation and practice Qi, and completely fell into a state of cultivation.

...

I don’t know how long it took, but Liu Zhuo was awakened by a huge sound of kicking the door.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the green light flashed in his eyes, and then he returned to normal.

Shi Sanyi held the door with his hand, looked at him with a smirk, and laughed: "Yeah, newcomer, where did you starve to death in the Spiritual Medicine Valley?"
Chapter completed!