And what left him speechless the most was that some people couldn't see their shadows at ordinary times, but Te Miao's dragon poems came faster than anyone else when they fired.
"Hey~ my sister is cooking again~ open the door for my sister~"
"And I."
Yan Jiu and Fang Cihang looked like they had dog noses. Alian had just washed the vegetables when they knocked on the door without anyone noticing.
"Damn, why didn't I see you guys coming when I was almost captured alive by Pan Yueren?"
When Qingyun opened the door with a dark face, and the two of them saw clearly who the old man was sitting in the room drinking tea, even Fang Cihang, a wooden man, had an expression of shock and horror as if painted on a bandage.
"Student Yan Jiu, please see Mr. Fei."
"Student Fang Cihang, please see Mr. Fei."
The two of them worshiped respectfully without daring to breathe, especially Yan Jiu, who dared not have the slightest hint of charm in his voice.
"Haha, Qingyun, these two are your friends?"
"Yes, Mr. Fei, my senior brothers and sisters take good care of me. This senior brother Fang is exactly what Brother Shutong said before, a student who specializes in the art of poison."
"Okay, okay, then come in and sit down together, Poetry Girl. Two more people won't make you busy, right?"
Fei Lao smiled and asked in a poem to Long.
"If you are there, they are our regular customers~"
Although she was smiling, there was a fine layer of fragrant sweat on her forehead and temples. Qingyun knew that it must be because she had worked hard refining elixirs before, and now she had to entertain guests. She felt extremely distressed and couldn't care less about Fei Lao and the others, so she came over to help. .
"You go and greet the guests. How can you neglect the teacher when he comes?"
"No, it's too tiring for you to do all the work alone."
Qingyun shook his head and refused.
"Yes, Sister Fu Shi. Refining elixirs is particularly labor-intensive. If you come back in the morning and practice until evening, you'd better ask Yun Lang to help you."
"No! Mr. Fei is a distinguished guest, and I can't tell you when he will come. But I will have a lot of time to rest after today. You can go, I know it well."
The young master knew that once Long Fushi made a decision, it would be difficult to change it. Although he couldn't bear it in his heart, he could only nod his head and said with a wry smile:
"Hey, the Wonderful Sound Stove belongs to you. You have to make good use of it from now on, Master Long!"
"Just take a look~"
Long Fushi smiled confidently.
He felt sorry for the beautiful woman, but he kept ordering his favorite food, and he was good at writing poems, and he borrowed flowers to offer Buddhas to honor Fei Lao.
And this virtuous old man was not the generous teacher Shutong. Yan Jiu and Fang Cihang's hearts were in their throats. You boil water and I serve tea. Their cooperation is called a tacit understanding.
Yan Jiu even made an excuse to go back to the dormitory and put on an extremely "formal" gauze dress, which clearly showed her respect for Mr. Fei.
Although there are still many dazzling white spots that should be exposed.
The disciples' dormitory in Jiangyundong was originally very spacious, but first many bookshelves were put up by Long Fushi as a cover-up, and now several stoves were set up, so it suddenly seemed a little restrictive.
Fortunately, the weather is gradually turning into autumn, and the evening is cool and the sky is clear. It feels like a happy atmosphere when everyone sits in a circle.
Mr. Fei was naturally elected to the seat by everyone, and the old man would not be polite to a group of juniors. After the cold dishes were served, Shutong first raised his glass and said loudly:
"We are all students here now. Let us all toast to you first to thank you for your kindness!"
"Thank you, Mr. Fei~"
"Haha~ Okay, okay, okay~, old man, I haven't been this lively in a long time!"
Fei Lao drinks wine just like he drinks tea. He always takes a sip and then invites everyone to eat.
This meal was not as lively and casual as the day before yesterday. Even Shutong did not dare to say a word, until Mr. Fei stretched out his old face and said if he continued to be so restrained, each person would be deducted 100 credits. Then everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and gradually let go.
Of course, if you want to say that the most casual person in the room, it has to be Alian. Having seen the power of Jiulong Lao and Sifengyi, there is not much difference between the so-called Wind Control Realm and the Hundred Meridians Realm.
It’s time to be busy, it’s time to smile, and there is even a chance to advertise Qingyun in front of Mr. Fei. What a genius, the future star of Zhijing Cave. It made everyone smile, and also made the young master angry. A big red face.
After eight rounds of drinking, the atmosphere in the room finally became lively. To be precise, everyone had drunk enough, including later Long Fushi and Alian, who also drank a glass each.
However, Mr. Fei didn't really drink much, and no one dared to persuade him to drink. The old man preferred to sit there quietly, smiling at Feng Ziyu who couldn't help but beat Shutong, who couldn't help but chew.
He looked at Yan Jiu who kept fending off Fang Cihang's drinks.
Looking at Qingyun, who was alone with Long Fushi and Alian, he didn't know what he was blaming.
Those slitted eyes with no pupils seemed to be reflecting his old saying:
"It's great to be young!"
During this period, Shutong took the opportunity to fulfill his promise to Yan Jiu and took the initiative to introduce Fang Cihang, who was not good at words, to Mr. Fei.
Although the old man is not an alchemy master who specializes in the art of poison, his status in the sect is extremely high. Normally, they, the junior disciples of Jiangyundong, may not see him even once every few years.
Especially after the brief exchange, Mr. Fei was surprised to find that this young man with a bandaged face actually had an extremely deep understanding of the poisonous path, which could be described as "immersed in it".
But as the exchange deepened, he finally noticed some clues. Yan Jiu thought that the old man felt that Fang Cihang was too scientific and was afraid of affecting his promotion, so he quickly took the initiative to toast him, but Fei Lao shook his head and stopped him. .
The wrinkled, calm, old face made her heart tighten even more.
"Don't be afraid. I can see that you are very tough young man. You must have suffered a lot, right?"
Fei Lao's always loud voice was full of love at this time, but it was like a sharp knife with cold light, which instantly pierced the softest place in Fang Cihang's heart, and tears could not stop wetting the bandage.
"Just trying to survive."
Fang Cihang's fiery voice and the four words "just trying to survive" seemed to fit so perfectly.
After that, through Yan Jiu's mouth, she told everything about the bandage man's experience.
This was the first time Shutong and Feng Ziyu heard Fang Cihang's story. Even though they had reached the state of concentration, they still felt deeply unfortunate and regretful about the suffering he suffered.
"Mr. Fei, Cihang doesn't want you to rescue him, because he knows that this kind of toxin is difficult to completely remove even if the monks who have returned to the spirit realm intervene forcibly, he just wants to..."
Before Yan Jiu finished speaking, Mr. Fei shook his head again and interrupted, only to hear him say:
"I have seen this kind of poison and know it."
"Then Mr. Fei!"
Yan Jiu asked excitedly.
"Yan Yatou, please be patient. Cihang, please tell me first. The tarsal bones are poisonous and the severe pain corrodes the heart. But the tarsal bones corrode the heart?"
Fang Cihang nodded seriously when he heard this.
"really."
The old man looked calm and then asked:
"You look like you have already reached the advanced stage of Tarsal Corrosion Heart Powder, but looking at your aura, it seems that the toxicity is decreasing at a weak speed. How is this done? As far as I know, Tarsal Bone Corrosion Heart Powder is The Demonic Sect’s unique secret medicine cannot be solved by outsiders.”
After hearing this, Fang Cihang glanced at Qingyun again, so the young man said bluntly:
"Mr. Fei, I gave him a drop of poisonous blood to absorb the poison of Tarsal Corrosion Heart Powder."
"Oh? Does the purple energy have such an effect?"
Just as his voice changed, Mr. Fei sighed again:
"Hey, it's just dangerous to do this!"
"But according to Brother Fang's situation, if we still can't find a solution, we will only have a few years of life left!"
Qingyun could not hide the sadness in his heart.
"Two years at most."
Fang Cihang said calmly, as if he had already seen through life and death, but he was so tenacious to survive just to prevent his first wife from suffering the same pain as himself.
At this point, Yan Jiu's face was filled with unprecedented disappointment.
However, the smile that appeared on Mr. Fei's face suddenly made everyone present feel relieved:
"To be honest, old man, I can't do anything about the Tarsal Corrosion Heart Powder. Fortunately, isn't there a way to delay it now?"
"Is this... really possible, Mr. Fei?"
"Qingyun! How can you speak? How dare you question Mr. Fei?"
The slightly drunk Feng Ziyu corrected him in time.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Mr. Fei, I just..."
The old man waved his hands and then said:
"Cihang, what you were hit by should actually be two kinds, but more poisons mixed together, right?"
"See you Fei Laoming!"
"The most important of them are the Tarsus Corroding Heart Powder that you know, and another heart-linking poison called 'Twin Sharo'."
"Twin Sara?"
No one has ever heard of this name, not even Shutong.
"Well, after hearing what Yan Yatou said, it is actually easy to judge that this is a sign of being hit by Twin Saros."
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Fei said again:
"Actually, it is not accurate to call it poison, because the twin saros are originally a magical tree from the outside world. It looks like two intertwined anaconda trees with few branches and leaves. The biggest feature is that if two of them are taken from each The juice in the trunk is refined into medicine, and if two people take it, they will be like Cihang now."
"So magical?"
Feng Ziyu said in surprise, and immediately seemed to realize something was wrong, and quickly apologized to Fang Cihang, but he shook his head indifferently.
"Simple twin saros are not fatal, and the solution is very simple. That is, you and your wife drink each other's poison again, and it will be neutralized soon, but the problem is..."
"Tassi Corrosion Heart Powder?"
Fang Cihang quickly asked.
"No... according to the examples in the classics, if the twin saros are mixed into poison, one person will be poisoned and two people will be poisoned, but the other person will not die. This is one, and the other is, I have never heard of double The theory of explosion, third..."
After saying this, the smile on Mr. Fei's face gradually dissipated, and his wrinkled brows seemed to have countless Chinese characters written on them, but he did not continue speaking.
"Could it be that they are not twins Sara?"
Only Feng Ziyu dared to ask such a question.
"This requires Cihang to go back to Fang's house and take a closer look."
Fei Lao looked deeply at the thoughtful bandaged man, and Qingyun seemed to realize something.
