"What conditions." Mrs. Hu asked anxiously, thinking in her heart at the moment that she could agree to any conditions for her son's sake.

"I want him to worship me as a teacher." The Poison Hand Medicine King pointed at Hu Fei, but he sighed in his heart, as he grew older, in the future, he would not be able to control that rebel by relying only on Lingsu.

Mrs. Hu and Song Qingshu glanced at each other, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't expect it to be such a simple condition, but Hu Fei suddenly said: "Before I apprentice, there is one thing that must be clarified."

"What?" The Poison Hand Medicine King looked at him in amazement.

"Black and cold ice is the thing of the Medicine King?" Hu Fei asked word by word.

"Yes, it was something I refined in my early years, but because it was too vicious, I never used it." The Poison Hand Medicine King thought about it and gave the answer.

"Then why did my father die under the black ice?" Hu Fei asked angrily, Mrs. Hu had mixed feelings in her heart, thinking that he was really a murderer, wouldn't Fei'er's life be ......

The Poison Hand Medicine King showed remorse on his face: "In my early years, I chose apprentices without considering morality, so that the first three apprentices all betrayed the master, and the one just now was my eldest apprentice - Murong Jingyue, who was also handed over to him back then."

"What?" When Mrs. Hu heard this, her silver teeth clenched, and she thought that this unsolved case finally had a clue, "Fei'er, you follow the medicine king to learn your skills well, and when the time comes, plus your father's family martial arts, you must not be afraid to dominate the world.

Hu Fei nodded vigorously, Song Qingshu saw that she looked like she was about to hurry, and hurriedly said: "Sister-in-law, you are seriously injured and have just recovered, and the other party is strong in martial arts and good at using poison, I will go with you and take care of it."

Recently, with Song Qingshu, Mrs. Hu has always felt a little uncomfortable in her heart, and always feels that there seems to be other thoughts in his eyes when he looks at him.

"Senior Medicine King, my brother was so seriously injured that his meridians were broken, he felt that only the Poison Hand Medicine King in the world could cure his body, so he came to look for his seniors, and hoped that his seniors would help." Mrs. Hu bowed slightly and pushed Song Qingshu in front of the Poison Hand Medicine King.

"Well, the closed disciple of the true lineage of the Butterfly Valley Medicine Immortal Hu Qingniu has been diagnosed by Zaixia, and he can't do anything about it. Song Qingshu was nervous at the moment, if he couldn't do anything, he was probably destined to be a waste for the rest of his life.

"The old man of the Ming Sect Zhang's medical skills has always admired," the Poison Hand Medicine King probed his pulse, and then probed all over his body, and shook his head slightly: "The son's meridians are all broken, and it is no longer a golden stone that can be saved."

Mrs. Hu's face changed, and she looked at Song Qingshu with some concern, but Song Qingshu smiled calmly: "I suffered from gains and losses before because I still had illusions, and now that the predecessors of the Medicine King also said so, it seems that I don't have to worry anymore.

"Childe has a good mind!" said the Poison Hand Medicine King approvingly, "But Childe doesn't need to despair, although it is impossible to renew the meridians with medical skills, but has Childe ever considered cultivating the secret technique of divine skills to treat himself?"

Song Qingshu glanced at him suspiciously: "If the lower meridians are completely broken, even if the top-level divine skill book is placed in front of you, you can't cultivate." I thought that I still remembered the world's first-class martial arts, the Nine Yin True Scripture and the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, but the meridians had been broken, and there was no way to practice at all.

The Poison Hand Medicine King fell into a memory, and said slowly: "Although there are many martial arts today, most of them are ordinary people's learning, but the Sunflower Treasure Book of Heimu Cliff, the Douzhuan Star of the Murong Family, the Baishou Taixuan Sutra of the South China Sea, and maybe some martial arts that the old man does not know, these martial arts are strictly beyond the scope of martial arts, and they are relatively close to the ancient method of cultivating the truth, and the prince may be able to find a way to treat his meridians from them."

"The juniors of these martial arts have also heard of it, but they don't know that they have such magical powers? dare to ask the seniors how they learned about it......" Song Qingshu subconsciously didn't believe it.

"It's a shame to say it," the Poison Hand Medicine King smiled bitterly, "That rebel Murong Jingyue is a side descendant of the Murong family, because of his status, he is not qualified to cultivate the Dou Zhuan Xing Shift. In Murong Fu's generation, he couldn't even win a Qiao Feng, and kept scolding Murong Fu for his poor qualifications."

"Oh~ is it really so wonderful?" Song Qingshu's heart moved.

The Poison Hand Medicine King said to Mrs. Hu: "Murong Jingyue's martial arts are strong, and his whereabouts are secretive, I am afraid it will not be easy for Madam to find him.

Song Qingshu was so excited that he couldn't wait to kiss the poison hand medicine king, it was really the reincarnation of the old man!

Mrs. Hu thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay, I'll go to Yanziwu with my uncle."

In the next few days, Mrs. Hu waited for Hu Fei's body to stabilize before preparing to leave, in the past few days, Hu Fei and Cheng Lingsu, the two children, are like a pair of happy enemies, one scolds each other for being ugly, the other scolds each other for being stupid, Hu Fei can't help but beat each other up, but he is poisoned by Cheng Lingsu's red scorpion powder......

Mrs. Hu sat on the stool and looked at this qiē with a smile, her heart full of warmth. [,!], Song Qingshu leaned over and teased: "Your eyes look like you're looking at your daughter-in-law."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mrs. Hu glanced at him angrily, the two of them are now more and more familiar, and their demeanor is becoming more and more natural.

"It seems that you dislike other girls for being ugly." Song Qingshu smiled.

"Phew!" Mrs. Hu snorted secretly, "Lingsu is not very good-looking, but the whole person is full of aura, and sometimes the charming energy revealed by a casual smile......" said and blushed, unwilling to say any more, but I think I am quite satisfied with this daughter-in-law.

......

On the second day, the two said goodbye to Yaowangzhuang, and on the way, Song Qingshu thought of Hu Fei holding him before leaving, and said with a strange face: "Brother Song, take care of my mother, but you are not allowed to beat her bad idea." I couldn't help but laugh.