I Rely on Alchemy to Revive the Sect [Puishu]

[Advance collection of Xiaomei Cake "Bai Yueguang who became the Sick Beauty Master"] //The end of the year/The handsome master is attacked by the pure iceberg beauty sword master// //Su Shuangtian/Simulation Management Sect/Farming Direction// Bu Zhen, the great master of alchemy in the world of Zixu, woke up and entered the dog blood text. The original owner had an unrequited love affair, and was finally heartbroken by a sword. Rejecting the bullshit to save his life, Bu Zhen made a decisive decision to stay away from the emotional line. The third-rate sect is appallingly poor, and the great cause of rejuvenation has begun! The original talent is terrible? Knowledge changes destiny, and divination can cleanse the marrow on the spot. Are the treasures of heaven and earth in a hurry? Scan the small secret realm, and you will find whatever you want with the spiritual beasts and spiritual veins; win first place in various competitions, and get magic weapons in minutes. As for the exercises? Just kidding, he memorized three thousand secret books, and Bu Zhen wrote hundreds of them overnight. * The Shenhe Sect has recently emerged in the backward rural world. It is said that the sect leader can refine the best elixirs, the sect is extremely rich, and the disciples can learn top-notch exercises. In order to get started, some people brought thousands of gold, some presented beautiful women with fragrant carriages, and some presented treasures. It was the turn of a young ice-faced swordsman, his ears were slightly red, and he said seriously: I can raise birds. Bu·Jiujiu·Zhen: Tsk, suddenly my heart beats. —— Reading guide: 1. Receive the tweet from the main body and appear in Chapter 3; 2 Gudan. Advance receipt of new articles↓ [The clumsy and affectionate little milk wolf attack x the gentle and unrestrained sick beauty] Fang Jie fell in love with someone when he was picked up in the heavy snow. He was a proud man of heaven who had protected the common people for thirty thousand years by himself. Later, the black hair turned into white snow, and the sick body was broken. Everyone admires him, feels sorry for him, and can never get close to him. But only Fang Jie knew that such a person would risk his life to go there when he heard that Bai Yueguang Kong Tomb was destroyed. He squeezed the master's wrists red, and tried to dissuade him almost pleadingly: "Death is like a lamp going out, it's not worth it." Yu Zhiying looked at her apprentice. The little milk wolf who had been well-educated had grown up into an amazingly talented young swordsman, and the figure in his memory overlapped. He suddenly asked: "Fang Jie, do you have a sweetheart?" Fang Jie was silent and nodded. He asked again: "What kind of person is he?" "He said he was stuck in the past, didn't want me, didn't understand me, and didn't love me." "Then... What do you want?" "I will still catch him, protect him, and wait for him. Even if the sea changes and the years turn, I am no longer me." Yu Zhiying extinguished the last light in her eyes and laughed again. His Bai Yueguang did come back from the dead, and it was still as good. The only bad thing is forgetting about him. Intention: I have no control over my destiny