The Immortal’s Poison

The old man stepped into the house and waved at Wen Leyang who was holding a big bag behind him: "Put everything under my bed! Then ... don't get a horse in!" Wen Leyang and Uncle Wen Tunhai swam from the bedside With a busy life, the monk of the water mirror was already unable to bear his temper, and the urn asked in a anger: "What is the origin of the Wen Family and the Palace of the Luohai Lake?"

Several old men shook their heads. Wen Leyang had previously heard that the old rabbit demon was not happy. The Buddhist Temple of Mercy and the monk Luohai Lake ’s palace are the same as the five good fortunes. The Jingbo demon girl was also annoyed by the Yizi Palace more than a thousand years ago before being destroyed. \\, b.c0M \\

Wen Leyang stuffed the baby under the bed and clapped his hands to stand up, and found a carrot and put it in his mouth: "They are all one-word palaces?"

The monk Shuijing shook his head: "It's not counted, it's all small sects of self-cultivation attached to the one-word palace. Didn't they add a word in the middle of the name? These sects or ancestors, or heads are all Zizi Gong was born. "

Wen Tunhai chuckled and said: "People in the original word palace have added a word in the middle of their names!"

The monk continued to shake his head: "Only those disciples from outside schools have to do so in order to show their identities. There is no such thing as real straight line disciples, what should they call."

Ji Fei also chuckled and said: "The right path and the five blessings all have their own power. Like the Great Mercy Temple, they are jointly enshrined by the 72 ancient temples in the world as a sacred Buddha. There are countless small groups under the three Taoist gates in the five The one-word palace is no exception. You do n’t need Zhang Luo for ordinary things. Just give a command, and someone will do it properly. ”After that, she sighed happily:“ I did n’t expect our little ... that, The relationship is really good, let alone the Great Compassion Temple, and now the word palace is rushing to give you gifts. None of these gifts are ordinary products. According to my opinion, there are a few of them, but they turned over the family! "

Wen Leyang didn't speak first, clutching a carrot and carefully recalling his experience in the past two years, and then shook his head vigorously to the questioning eyes of the four grandpas: "I have never dealt with Yizi Palace before. And do n’t know the monks who carry the word in their names. They congratulate me and I do n’t know anything. "

The four masters suddenly spoke. Simply said six words: "Will it be a raccoon?"

The Cultivation Menzong, who always looked above the top and looked down on the world, suddenly seemed to make an appointment, and gave a gift to the Wen family. After seeing Wen Leyang, they all praised from beginning to end, and then put down the precious gifts and turned away. These ancestors are all based on the word Miyama, certainly not looking at the face of the Daci Temple, and the reason for thinking about it can only be tied to their grandmother, the grandfather of the Wen family.

Uncle Wen Tunhai stretched out his hand and patted Wen Leyang's shoulder: "Boy. Is the Zizi Palace looking at you and want to hire you as your aunt?"

Wen Leyang will be happy in a moment. No matter how big and small he is with the uncle: "Don't save yourself. Your nephew is not as good as you were."

Wen Tunhai laughed with pride: "Your kid is not bad. I think Xiao Yi. And the pretty girl of Luo Jiadi ..." He said half-eyed to see the four masters glooming at him. Quickly digress. Pretend analysis: "These baby pieces are very precious. But to be right. It's better to send a beautiful girl. It's worth the care of the young man. I don't believe so many old rivers and lakes. Even I can't think of this. "

Ji Fei admired his face with Shui Jing. Raised his thumbs to the uncle: "This big argument makes people feel awkward. Smart!"

Wen Tunhai humbled his hand humbly: "I will be the county governor. I am trusted to do things ..."

Master Wen can't hear them talking nonsense. Too lazy to follow the guesswork. Squinting at the ground. I don't know who was asking: "Can you check?"

The elders are serious. The expressions of Wen Tunhai and Wen Leyang were the same at the same time. Nodded and promised: "Tomorrow we will go down to check!"

Lord Wen still narrowed his eyes. A nonchalant smile.

Ji Fei Lao Dao rolled his eyes from the side twice and took a step with a smile: "This is still more convenient for our brothers to check. We are familiar with things in the realm world. These little words in the word palace must have gotten something. News, it is not difficult to check it ... "Then, the old man squinted at the monk.

The water mirror monk stood up immediately, screaming anxiously at the old man with a pretentious look: "How can we go down the mountain, eight pockets on our body can't make a penny, and we can't starve to death!"

Wen Leyang laughed and looked back at the monk with a big smile: "Master. You have been in this drama!"

Both monks rubbed their hands. It's rare for monks to be as miserable as the two of them.

Wen Tunhai went out and turned around, and when he came back, he held two stacks of banknotes and a pair of mobile phones, and gave the brothers a copy. The monk was attentive and looked at the banknote number one by one, and smiled with a smile.

Lao Dao justly shook his head awe-inspiringly: "The poor Dao is not for this kind of entanglement, but ..." said Lao Dao put the banknotes in his pocket, his eyes swept down under the bed of Master Wen, and that underneath Just entered a peerless sword: "The one-word palace is not a small character, this thing is full of weirdness. In case they have any conspiracy. My baby flying sword hurt Yuanshen again in Miao Village. No reply……"

Grandpa Wen suddenly yawned in the sky. I did n’t seem to hear the old words, and murmured loudly, “I ’m getting old, it ’s not working, I have to go to bed and ca n’t sit still. It ’s just like this, I ’m bothered. If you need anything, Tun Hai and Le Yang said. "

Ji Fei stomped: "Senior man, you have played more than a monk!"

Uncle Wen, who was unheard of, walked loosely towards his baby bed, and said in his mouth: "Wen Leyang, now you are a master, sometimes you have to pay attention to instrumental dignity ..."

The monk closes when he sees it well, and walks out with the sleeve of the old man in his mouth, whispering in his mouth: "What a wonderful sword! There are more than ten thousand people per person ..." The two monks weren't delayed either. All the muscles and bones in the home village are loose, and they are discussing about going out after the holiday. They went down the mountain through the investigation.

After Wen Leyang came out, he discussed with his uncle for a while. After thinking about it, he could not find a clue. Wen Tunhai told him not to go back to Hongye Forest.

From the next day on, the gifts on the mountain continued to flow, and the people who came without exception added a word in the middle, some of them were immortal, and there were earthenware Yuxuan. All of them are well-known cultivating genres, but after going up the mountain, they piled up a kind smile, when they saw the wrinkled Wen family, they gave a junior ceremony, and Wen Leyang patted his shoulders and called his brother and brother. Do not say to kill.

More and more gifts are received. More and more valuable, and for more than ten days, Master Wen ordered the disciple in the village to work as a carpenter to give him a big bed again.

Usually, Wen Wenhai, who was in charge of the affairs of the village, couldn't hold his breath. When he found the uncle, he whispered, "Long everyone, do you think you should first seal the mountain and prevent these doorways from coming up?"

The old man was furious: "Fart, you are a prodigal!"

Ji Fei and Shui Jing, who had no news since going down the mountain, returned a few text messages in the middle. They all said they were still checking.

It was not until a month later that the talents at the gift-giving place were gradually sparse, and finally there was no movement for several days. Wen Leyang was even more uneasy in his heart. He was wondering if he had negotiated with his uncle and asked him to go down the mountain to find two monks. Suddenly, it seemed that two pieces of pebbles were fighting each other, and the sound of clanging sound was far from the foot of the mountain. Come: "The surname Wendi has a great reputation recently, just don't know if there is any real learning!"

Uncle Wen Wenhai frowned, and the people who came came with a bad tone, obviously came to make trouble, and he would take people down the mountain with a wave of his hand.

The wrinkles on Master Wen's face huddled together. He stopped the uncle and sighed a little: "Listening to the sigh, it doesn't seem to be a gift."

This time, the man-land is not a gift.

Not much effort, the sound of footsteps rang, and a gust of wind slowly appeared in the air, and then the figure flashed. Seven or eight young people fished into the village. Some people dressed in Tang suits and some people wore suits. The watch **** on the face are tangled with discontent and disdain.

For one less than thirty years old, he was followed by a fierce tiger with a white skin and a fire pattern, bigger than a rhinoceros.

Wen Leyang had a strong eyebrow, and walked to the village to stop them. Shen Sheng asked, "Who are you?"

The disciples of the Wen family also walked out in twos and threes, seemingly inadvertently standing in clusters and clustering around the center. With excitement flashing in Xiao Yi's big eyes, he reached out and picked up the big horn.

The Huohu tiger did not bow slightly, and gave a dull growl from the depth of his throat, warning the disciples of the Wen family.

For the young man with long sword eyebrows. The corners of her raised mouth were covered with disdain: "Linghuqiu Baizhen. These are my friends."

The young people behind him also reported their own homes:

"Dazhigu, Zhang Shang!" The person who introduced himself behind Bai Zhen was a thin man. A big jadeite jade covered on the thumb, and occasionally the essence lingers, it is not ordinary at first glance.

"Seven-inch bamboo forest, Xia extraordinary!"

"Saw Niutougu, Liu Zimo!"

"Fire Crane Gate, Xin Longbow!"

This group of youths have different backgrounds, and there are no small factions in their hands. They seem to be some young and successful people in the monks, and they do n’t know why they got together to make trouble in the mountains.

Bai Zhen, who was holding the tiger, proudly introduced the companions. He looked strangely at Wen Leyang, who was indifferent. It seemed difficult to accept the fact that he had not been frightened by these names. He turned back and smiled at his companions: "This is a fool!"

The young people behind all laughed, and Zhang Shang of Dazhigu laughed loudest.

Wen Tunhai was about to drink and scolded, and was pulled by the old man, the old man shook his head with a smile, with a finger to Wen Leyang.

Bai Zhen continued to hold his chest and shouted: "Wen Leyang, let him come out and show me! If he dare not see anyone, we can do it, poison? Xia Sanluo stuff ..."

Wen Leyang took out a carrot, chewed on it, and the smile on his face was not so simple: "I am, are you all looking for me?"

Bai Zhen let out a surprise, looked at him up and down, and smirked without a look on his face: "I thought Wen Leyang was a great kid. It turned out to be similar to a fool!" He said an insignificant mistake under his feet. , Gently knocked the tiger's heel.

The white-skinned fire tiger roared violently and rushed towards Wen Leyang, a blazing fire wrapped in the windy wind.

Wen Tunhai finally couldn't sit still and scolded: "Where are the little rabbits ..." The voice didn't fall, and the tiger suddenly wailed, and the violence rising in mid-air disappeared instantly. Rolling to the side, a huge paw clutched in disorder on his face.

Wen Leyang stood still at the same place, and looked at the tiger's eyes full of wonder.

A fat red bug was tumbling **** the tiger's eyes, and every time he made a turn, the tiger wailed tremblingly, and the flames on his body became shallower with naked eyes. And the body I served became more red.

Bai Zhen was shocked and angry at the moment, and he cursed at Wen Leyang: "Shameless Wenjia ..." Before the words were finished, suddenly the figure in front of him flashed, and the face was very hot.

Snapped!

With a crunch, Wen Leyang spooked in like a ghost, and raised his hand to give him a mouth: "It is not me who put the mouth clean, and it is not me who attacked first." When Wen Leyang spoke, there were half carrots in his mouth. Said not to be indifferent. He made another punch in Bai Zhen's stomach. Bai Zhenqi wowed and greeted his helper behind him: "Kill!" Then his arm shook, and seven or eight little beasts behind him jumped into the sky.

Just about to greet the magic weapon. Bai Zhen's face suddenly turned blood red, with his head upside down, his mouth cracked and he could put it in a pressure cooker, and the weeping feet called: "Spicy, spicy ... water!"

Dazhigu Zhang Shang saw that his companion was injured, his wrists were shaken, and two blue long damasks were swaying in the wind. The others also moved, but the magic weapon just shot, and he had not had time to greet the enemy. In front of him, there was a sudden wind spreading on the surface, a figure carrying a violent momentum, like a flexible black panther shuttled between them. Everyone's shoulders were slightly hot and gently patted by Wen Leyang.

After Wen Leyang smiled and returned to his original position, a group of young people hesitated. If Wen Leyang wanted to kill a moment ago, no one is left. Unexpectedly, Wen Leyang threw back after laughing, and everyone was kicked softly.

These people have limited strengths compared to the Daoyang Palace Taoists who went to Wenjia Village to take revenge. It is a group of second-generation ancestors who are backed by big trees. Their skills are not great, but their vision is very big.

The young masters finally showed their fierce faces. They had already sacrificed magic weapons, so they confessed and said nothing. They were holding their magic spells just to cast them, and suddenly they were all like Bai Zhen, and their **** eyes were glared. It's bigger than a bull's eye, jumping around. The whole body was flushed. Awful roaring in his mouth: "Spicy!" After a while, he fell to the ground, struggling and tumbling, the pain was hard to bear.

The second ancestors lying on the ground couldn't understand it anyway. Why was it sprinkled with chilli noodles? They knew that the Wen family set up their lives with poison, and they had made preparations before going to the mountains to make troubles, or used magic symbols to avoid poison, or took detoxifying elixir. These things are all treasures of the realm of cultivating the realm. Can't break the barrier.

Xiao Yi put down the big speaker and clapped with a smile: "Wen Leyang really has you, it really has become!"

Wen Leyang's face was also full of joy, and his dark eyes were bright, still looking simple.

The tiger has now turned into a white-skinned pig, with one swollen eye high, sorrowfully lying on the ground motionless, and I got dressed up and climbed back and jumped into Wen Leyang, shaking his head and shouting in the palm of his hand, occasionally beautiful To roll.

Grandpa asked Wen Leyang with interest: "Boy, what's the matter, what is poison?"

Wen Leyang quickly ate half of the carrot in his mouth and took it back into his pocket. He did n’t even look at the spicy young masters. He turned back and respectfully replied the old man: "It ’s not poison, it ’s in the square. I am practicing the recipe. This is the first time I use it today. "

Xiao Yixiu's jaw is raised high, like a proud and happy little pigeon.

The last time I fought against a young woman in Miao Village, Wen Leyang understood the truth under the suffocation. His skills differed greatly from the cultivation of supernatural powers. He struggled closely with his tough body and wrong fists, even if he had one Innocently connecting himself to the sky axe in Pangu's hands, this style of play can't hold too many nails. Cheng Tian's eight fists, sooner or later, there will be a day to put himself in.

Therefore, after returning to the mountain, Wen Leyang entangled Ji Fei's water mirror and asked the truth about cultivation. He didn't want to practice Yuanying, but he wanted to use poison to deal with monks.

The monk used the real element to urge the spell, lead the world and supernatural power, and absolute quality to suppress the quantity. Wen Leyang still can't figure out the difference between vitality and hiccup and fart. The spell is not thinking, but the poison can still be pondered.

No matter what sect, no matter what method. For monks, the essence is the same. Use the body to absorb the energy scattered between heaven and earth (in other words, it is the aura). This energy cannot be directly absorbed by the body, but is integrated into the innate energy of the monk through exercises. Form a true force.

True Yuanli can slowly improve on the one hand, and solidify and crystallize on the other. Become the carrier of the soul and form the so-called Yuanying. The monks are not afraid of toxins, because the true elements in the body circulate. Once highly poisonous enters the body, they will be quickly eliminated. The so-called non-invasion of Dibai poison is not non-invasion, but is expelled as soon as it invades.

The higher the cultivation level, the more pure the true elemental power in the body, the faster the expulsion of toxins from the body. It can hardly cause harm to the body, even if it is limited to cultivation, it can also expel poison through charm. So poison is basically something that is not influential to the instructor.

In general, there are only three cases of poisoning by a deep monk. One is that the true yuan is lost, just like the elder sister Jingbo in the Miao Village; the second is that the poison contains the five elements of the original element, which is enough to destroy the monk ’s true yuan. , As if the trace of wild earth toxin gold inherited in the belly of the cracked clam; the third is that the monk ’s heart-shock lost its square, causing the true element to be scattered. In the Miaozhai, the water monk swallowed Wen Leyang because of the big toad . There was a mess in my heart, and I accidentally caught Liu Huang who wasn't doing it.

After Wen Leyang made the truth of Xiuzhen almost clear, he plunged into the workshop of old and sick, and began to learn the recipes left by his predecessors. Wen Leyang is kind-hearted, but not lacking in his heart, he understands that although the Wen family has established a world with poison, but it is not a drama to want to make the kind of virulence that is derived from the wildness, pure and extreme, and the five elements of the virulence. How can things be done by humans. So if you want to renovate the real one, you have to find another way.

Wen Leyang came up with a simple way. True Yuanli is like a 36o security guard. As long as it is a suspicious process, it jumps over to stop it, but if it is a trusted process, such as physical fitness, Guben Peiyuandi powder.

There are many medicines that are of great benefit to the body, but they can also produce some uncomfortable symptoms when the medicine is used. If the body suddenly feels uncomfortable while fighting the enemy, the consequences of tonic may be even more terrible than poison.

Wen Leyang spent more than half a year in the red leaf forest, just to deal with the discomfort symptoms of these tonics. The truth is this truth, but when the medicine is actually refined. What Wen Leyang wanted to do was much more complicated.

How to neutralize the medicine. The symptom of burst is more intense, and it is just some sensory stimulation. But it is harmless to the body. Just looking at this scale, he wasted a few months.

Moreover, Wen Leyang deliberately divided the process of seed poisoning into two steps, so this group of second-generation ancestors on the mountain were subjected to Wen Leyang twice, and he planted two kinds of drugs. Both drugs are big tonics, and each will not produce any symptoms, but after the two medicines are blended in the bloodstream, the tonics are supplemented but the symptoms explode.

The two drugs will continue to be absorbed by the body when they travel in the bloodstream, and they must be accurately dosed when they are poisoned, otherwise the two drugs will converge together, and the slight difference in the ratio will not take effect.

Wen Leyang finally finished whispering his own poisoning experience, and finally took a long breath, looking at the four of them.

Grandpa's old face was gratified, nodded hard: "Boy, good!"

Wen Leyang replied with a smile: "Every day thinking about making up for the self-cultivation people, it's quite brainy."

Uncle Wen Tunhai was also proud of his face, reaching out and patting Wen Leyang's shoulder vigorously: "I said this kid is occasionally clever! No one can stand it when he is clever! Kid, did the name Daweibu poison name?"

Wen Leyang nodded and answered with a simple smile: "Sichuan cuisine!"

Several Wen Jiadi leaders laughed aloud. Those Ngzu ancestors who were rolling all over the ground now had finished their medicine. They all felt that they were light and healthy, and their blood flow was unimpeded. There seemed to be endless strength all over them. Understand what is going on, but they know that even fools, when the spicy death just now, people can kill themselves even if they send a dog out of the grass.

Wen Leyang bit the carrot and looked at them with a smile: "Tell me, why go up the mountain and trouble me."

His voice had just dropped, and suddenly a voice that sounded full of laughter and humility rang out from the village mouth: "Who is Master Wen Leyang? We are all here to listen to the young master!"

A middle-aged man under 40 years old with a natural smile on his face ~ www.readwn.com ~ trotting into the village, followed by more than a hundred people behind him, men, women and children Holding big bags.

Several second-generation ancestors were already depressed. When they saw this middle-aged man, they immediately became shocked and ecstatic. They stuttered and said: "Mr. Gou ... Mr. Gou ..."

The middle-aged people didn't even look at them at all. They ran to Wen Leyang and smiled respectfully: This young man with scars on his cheek is Wen Leyang, right? "It seems that before going up the mountain, they had cleared the inquiry, and Wen Leyang was recognized by others as soon as he appeared.

Several second-generation ancestors hurried down the hill grayly, Wen Tunhai frowned and just about to speak. Grandpa gently pulled his sleeve, narrowed his eyes and looked at the new middle-aged man, and said lightly: "That A few little bugs do n’t have to worry anymore. Uncle Wen Tun Hai yelled and said to himself: "I used to give gifts a while ago. I was just looking for a fight. Now I have a bad servant again. what is the problem! "

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