As early as when Zhang Mansion was working for Zhang Qing, Yang Fu liked to drink a few bottles of wine from time to time, and then go out to do things when he was drunk. In this way, even if the things arranged by Mr. Zhang were messed up, Yang Fu would just take them. When it comes to money, I never ask too much about it, and I never try to dissuade it.
Whether he was poisoning insects or strangulating to death with a rope, this alchemist always had a bright smile on his face. Perhaps half a stick of incense was used to kill an entire family in a way that was detrimental to moral integrity. After half a stick of incense, Yun Dan Feng Qing returned to her residence, drank two pots of wine worth tens or even hundreds of taels of silver, then took care of the maids and undressed her to sleep. She slept comfortably all night, not caring at all what the so-called shameful and shameful people meant.
But even if Yang Fu accidentally fell into a dream, he never dared to dream that his life was saved by his master.
Not only the people in Nanli are well aware of the ruthless methods and changeable nature of this master, but also the people in the Three Kingdoms of the West are well aware of it, which shows how terrifying his reputation is. Even if he is the leader, even if he dies in front of his eyes, it can only be regarded as a lack of ability. It is estimated that it is more difficult to get the Poison Lord to save him than it is for a court official to buckle his horse for a master in a remote village.
Thousands of actions in the world are all done according to the will of the heart. Most of these words can be applied to the master who has great talents and can also deceive the luck of the weather.
The itching in his waist and abdomen soon made Yang Fu sit up from his sleep, but he didn't want to stand up suddenly and stretched the injury on his left rib. Pain suddenly arose, and he almost fell back on the bed.
"Little Yangzi, what are you doing up here? This time, the injury is very serious. I don't have to recover for a while, and I'm struggling wildly. If the trauma recurs, how can I explain to the sect leader?" Before Yang Fu could see the things around him clearly, there was a message in his ears. After shouting, an old woman took three steps at a time and hurried to the bed. Ignoring Yang Fu's confused look, she lifted up the hem of her clothes and looked at the injured area. When she saw that there was no blood gushing out, she took a deep breath.
"Grandma Yu?" When Yang Fu regained his breath and took a closer look, he was stunned for a while.
Among the Poison Master sect in Taichong Ridge, apart from Poison Master, for many years, there were only two disciples, Yang Fu and this old woman. There were several buildings outside the huge lake, which were very empty.
Seeing that Yang Fu was fine at the moment, the old woman smiled and said, "Isn't he just old? Your kid has been out for several years, but his skills have not improved, but his memory has deteriorated a lot. In these years, he has not seen the first day of the year. If you return to the sect, you will probably confuse the outside world. Look at your complexion, your conduct over the years has probably been lost to alcohol and sex. In my opinion, since you have returned, you should stay in the sect. It is not a bad thing to live in the house for a while, it will sharpen your mind."
The old woman was about sixty years old, but her tongue was very brisk. Without even a second breath, she talked like beans from a bamboo tube, causing Yang Fu to frown for a while, "Grandma Yu, I'm afraid my injury will have to drain." He was half covered in blood and his face was a little pale, which was natural. He had been obsessed with wine and sex all day long, so he had to have money first, right? When he left the sect last time, except for an old horse and dozens of copper coins, there was nothing else. It was almost It's because I'm penniless. Fortunately, I have the ability to make a living, so I didn't starve to death in the world. To blame me like this, I really feel wronged."
This remark was so pertinent that even the old woman, who was usually smooth-tongued, couldn't help it. She had no choice but to shake her head and said, "Little Yangzi went out for a trip, and his tongue became much sharper. Let's count you in. The sect master is in the middle of the lake. Ting Guanxue Wu Jian, you have been sleeping for three days, and your health has improved a lot. If you can get out of bed and move around, it would be better to go and see you." Although the words were not pleasant, the old woman still said more, "I really want to mention it. If you can't lift your legs, I will go and report it. After all, your injuries are indeed extremely serious, and even the sect leader should not be blamed."
Yang Fu finally opened his eyes, looked at the copper basin and fine cloth held in the old woman's rough hands, then looked at the bandage on his chest and abdomen, and whispered, "Thank you very much for these days."
Grandma Yu wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth with a slightly flustered expression. Yang Fu ignored her and just stretched out her legs from the bed, wrapped herself in thick clothes, and staggered out of the building.
The wind is still as if it is snowing in three courtyards, and the sky is still warmer than when it melts. There is always little snow in Nanli. Even if some snow flakes suddenly fall, it is not extremely cold. Although the lake is on a flat land and there is no Taichong Mountain to block the strong north wind, the snow flakes fall very slowly and leisurely. Scattered and fell on the lake.
Yang Fu looked into the lake and saw only one person in black clothes in the pavilion in the center of the lake.
Nanli is the best in the world for his poisonous poison, but the person in front of him has magical powers and is the best in Nanli.
Yang Fu walked alone along an earthen embankment that stretched straight into the center of the lake. He walked very slowly. I don't know whether it was because of his unrecovered injuries or the fear in his heart. It usually only took half a cup of tea to walk, but today he actually walked two cups of tea. The remaining snow flies and falls all over the shoulders.
"Master is above, and I am here to listen to my instructions." Yang Fu, who was extremely powerful in Caixiantan Zhangfu, ignored the old injuries on his knees and knelt straight on the ground, burying his head in his arms, not daring to Look up.
This is because the Poison Lord did not cover his face today. He only covered his mouth and nose with a black gauze, and his eyes were cold.
The Poison Master didn't seem to care. After a glance, he turned his gaze to the vast lake in front of him. After a long time, he said coldly, "Yang Fu, how many years have you been a member of my sect?"
"Return to Master, I have been a disciple of Master for more than twelve years." The alchemist still did not dare to raise his head and knelt down to answer in a low voice.
"Twelve years." Although Poison Master's face was covered with black gauze, his eyes were exposed, and he did not look at his only disciple. His eyes were clear, looking at the heavy snow on the lake, where countless winter fish used the fallen snow as bait. It shook its head and tail and stretched its mouth out of the water. When it opened and closed, it swallowed a few snow flakes. It seemed that it had no taste, so it swam towards the warmer bottom of the lake without interest.
"Eight years of practice, four years of travel, and still can't control his evil intentions. How pitiful." Poison Master raised a long sword in his sleeve and lightly touched it into the lake.
Thousands of snowflakes turned into mist, and together with the cliffs on both sides of Taichong Ridge, the rocks were broken into pieces and rolled down into the lake along the towering mountains, stirring up tens of feet of lake water, just like a stormy wave rolling onto the shore.
The tigers, leopards, insects and apes on both sides of the strait were all silent, and as far as the eye could see, there were waves of swords breaking through the sky.
Yang Fu on the side lowered his head even further, almost sinking into the soil. His whole body was trembling. Perhaps due to the tightness of his body, the wound on his waist and abdomen that had been mostly healed burst open again, causing blood to flow.
Du Zun slashed out a sword, but seemed to feel that it was still a little stuck, so he threw the long sword into the lake and frowned slightly. Everyone in the world of cultivation knows that Nanli Du Zun never uses a sword, and when he encounters an opponent with a sword, his methods are often more ruthless. But for some unknown reason, he used the sword today for the first time.
Yang Fu was sifting through chaff on the ground, but Du Zun raised the corner of his mouth and said something incomprehensible.
"It is true that a wandering mind is not as strong as the original heart, and I am also among them. If I come back with the sword in the future, I will definitely not lose to you."
