Shi Sanyi held the door with his hands, looked at Liu Zhuo with a smirk, and said with a smile: "Yo, newcomer, where did you starve to death in the Spiritual Medicine Valley?"

Liu Zhuo smiled at the corner of his mouth and said calmly: "Then let you down Brother Shi."

Bang!

Shi San closed the wooden door vigorously and sat back on his bed casually.

Then he took off his cloth shoes, pulled off a smelly sock, and smiled and said, "I'm just back. Go and wash my socks, and then go to the kitchen to bring the supper back."

Liu Zhuo did not agree, but just shook his head calmly, but sneered in his heart.

Shi San just had just practiced to the first level of "Eternal Life" and now he has practiced the first level to the top, so naturally he will no longer be afraid of him.

"Wow, you've been on the verge of you for a few months!" Shi Sanyi glared at the triangular eyes, then stood up and rushed towards Liu Zhuo.

Liu Zhuo stood up calmly. Seeing Shi San coming in front of him, before Shi San could continue to curse, Liu Zhuo suddenly jumped and punched Shi San hard in the stomach.

"Well!" Shi San's eyes were bulging, and he was arching like a shrimp with a look of pain on his face.

Liu Zhuo closed his fists and secretly moved the spiritual energy flow in his body. He raised his legs and kicked Shi San's abdomen. The force of this kick was extremely strong, and he kicked Shi San into the air and hit the wooden wall behind him. For a moment, the entire wooden house shook continuously.

Nowadays, Liu Zhuo has not only become stronger, but after two years of practicing in the jar, he gradually understood the way to use the heat flow in his dantian. In "The Practice of Eternal Life", this heat flow is called spiritual breath. When fighting, the heat flow bursts out from his fists and feet, and he can have a constant force several times.

Shi San rolled in pain on the ground for two rounds, barely stood up, and he cursed, "Good boy, you still dare to do it."

After saying that, Shi was furious and bowed and waved his palms, then slapped Liu Zhuo's chest.

Liu Zhuo has maintained his usual calmness. Now that he has the capital to not be bullied, he naturally cannot hold back.

He turned his body slightly, mobilized the spiritual breath in his body to the palm of his palm, and suddenly paired Shi San with one palm.

This head-on battle depends entirely on the level of personal skills. Shi San just broke through the first level of "Eternal Life" and was naturally no match for him. He was directly photographed by Liu Zhuo and took several steps backwards.

The next moment, Liu Zhuo had already burst out all his spiritual breath, approached his body, and waved his palm and slapped Shi San's chest.

Suddenly, the sound of a broken rib came from Shi San's body, and Shi San made a miserable scream.

Then Liu Zhuo raised his knees and pushed Shi San's stomach hard. Shi San, who was already in pain, screamed and fell to the ground.

Liu Zhuo had no intention of stopping, raised his right foot and stepped on Shi San's stomach.

"Ah! Stop hitting, Junior Brother Liu, I'm convinced..." Shi San shouted in a crying voice when he saw that Liu Zhuo was about to take action.

"I'm really convinced?" Liu Zhuo withdrew his soles, and a smile finally appeared on his calm face.

Shi San said pitifully: "I'm convinced, I'm really convinced."

"You should do it yourself in the future, don't mess with me!" Liu Zhuo pondered for a moment and said this. After all, he, who is also a registered disciple, can't beat Shi San to death alive, right?

"Sure, certain." Shi San nodded in fear and fear.

Liu Zhuo suddenly raised his eyebrows and said, "The hygiene in the house will belong to you in the future, do you understand?"

Shi Sanyi looked embarrassed and nodded desperately. Liu Zhuo returned what he said three months ago.

Then Liu Zhuo ignored him and started meditating and practicing on his own.

...

On the second day, Liu Zhuo came to the medicinal hall early.

The so-called medicine warehouse is the place where herbs are stored in the medicinal herbs.

What I do on weekdays is record-based work, and there is no specified amount of work, so it is relatively easy.

There were originally three registered disciples in the medicine warehouse responsible for various matters. Just yesterday, one of them, who did not respect Zhou Dashan's spirit stone, was transferred to chop firewood, and the vacancy left behind was naturally replaced by Liu Zhuo.

As soon as Liu Zhuo entered the gate of the medicine warehouse, he saw an old man with a hunched figure and pale temples. The old man was wearing a gray Taoist uniform and was also a registered disciple. Seeing that he was concentrating on registering various spiritual medicines, he was obviously also in charge of the medicine warehouse work.

What puzzled Liu Zhuo was that the old man was over 60 years old and had two fingers missing in his left palm, which seemed to be cut off by Qi Gen. Why is such an old man with a disabled person still working as a registered disciple?

"You are Junior Brother Liu, right?" the elderly disciple asked, putting down the accounts in his hand.

Liu Zhuo nodded and said, "My name is Liu Zhuo. Senior Brother Zhou asked me to work."

"Just call me Lao Yu. Since you have just arrived, be familiar with the bad realm first, so be responsible for the classification of spiritual medicines," Lao Yu said, stroking his goatee's beard.

As soon as he came to the medicine warehouse, he could come into contact with various spiritual medicines. Liu Zhuo was naturally one hundred willing. He nodded politely and agreed, and under the guidance of Lao Yu, he started his day's work.

According to Liu Zhuo's observation, the entire medicine bank is also divided into three parts, among which the two layers outside are allowed to enter and exit at will by their disciples. Most of the ones stored are low-level spiritual medicines like Gu Jing Grass. Among them, the highest-age insect bone grass, the most medicinal age, is only seven years old.

However, the door of the medicine room at the innermost part was closed and a large black lock was hung.

Liu Zhuo was curious for a moment and reached for the lock, but he didn't expect a golden arc to burst out, which made him so shocked that he took several steps back.

When Lao Yu saw this scene, he looked panicked.

He pulled Liu Zhuo aside and gave some advice.

It turned out that this room was specially banned by their uncle Zuo Ning Mountain. This medicine room belongs to the inner treasury of the medicinal collection hall. In recent years, the most precious spiritual medicines accumulated by the outer door have been collected.

On weekdays, no one can enter this medicine room except Zuo Ningshan. Even Zhou Dashan, who is a disciple of Zuo Ningshan, does not have this qualification.

At this time, a young man holding a large bundle of dried summer husks in his hand walked into the house. The boy looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. In terms of appearance, he should have red lips and white teeth. Unfortunately, there was a huge red birthmark in his left eye socket, which almost covered most of the boy's face, which made him look very strange.

"Senior Brother Yu, the grain grass that I took out to dry has been collected, and there are a lot of them." The birthmark boy's voice was particularly hoarse. He also looked at Liu Zhuo while saying that.

"Well, put it in the second floor medicine box. Master Zuo has been refining the valley spirit pills these days, so the amount of valley spirit grass needs is quite large." Old Yu pondered.

The birthmark boy responded and asked in a hoarse voice: "Is this junior brother..."

Liu Zhuo smiled and said, "My name is Liu Zhuo."

Old Yu also explained: "Li Ru was transferred to chop firewood. Our medicine warehouse was short of staff, so he arranged junior brother Liu Zhuo here."

The birthmark boy thoughtfully and returned to his usual silence, holding the dried cereal grass into another room.

Old Yu smiled and smoothed the scene, explaining to Liu Zhuo: "Just just now, this junior brother was named Zhao Delong, another disciple of our medicine warehouse. He is responsible for drying spiritual medicine. He doesn't like to talk on weekdays, so you can just call him Senior Brother Zhao."

Liu Zhuo was wondering why Zhao Delong looked disliked by him. He seemed to have never offended him. After Lao Yu explained this, he felt relieved. It seemed that Zhao Delong was like this to everyone around him.

However, Liu Zhuo nodded slightly and continued to work hard among a pile of various spiritual medicines.
Chapter completed!