Five years, for the vast primeval jungle, is just a concept of time, where even the changes of the four seasons are not particularly obvious. But for a big international city, it's enough to change the face of the world.

Zhou Yang sat in the taxi and looked at the strange and familiar scenery on both sides, and his heart was surging like a tide. He remembered what happened in the city five years ago, and even more remembered the scene when he left Shanghai.

"It's been five years, I don't know if Xiao Cheng has grown taller. ”

Zhou Yang silently chanted, and a strong sense of homesickness hit his heart.

After a while, the taxi pulled into a slightly backward area and stopped in front of a small alley. Zhou Yang took out the money and got out of the car, took the note written by the old man, found a courtyard, pushed the door and walked in.

Although he never had any hope for the old man's boasting, as soon as he pushed open the door and saw the overgrown weeds in front of him, he couldn't help but slander in his heart... This is what you call the ancient mansion of the Ming and Qing dynasties, which is warm in winter and cool in summer, fresh and elegant, and low-key and luxurious?

Slander to blame, he decided to stay here anyway, because he had nowhere else to go but here. Or rather, he didn't want to go back to the home that was nominally his. In addition, the money on his body is only a few dozen yuan, although the bad old man found him a job as a professor at Fuda, but it will not be implemented until August, and when the salary is paid, it will be at least September.

He walked into the dusty cobwebbed house and found a rotten broom to clean it up. Although this place is dilapidated and decayed, it is many times stronger than the broken shed I lived in the primeval forest.

Zhou Yang cleaned for more than half an hour, and finally sorted out a room that could live in people. He was about to go to the yard to pull out the weeds, when an old man's head poked into the door, he waved at Zhou Yang with a worried face, and whispered: "Young man, come out, come out." ”

"Huh?" Zhou Yang frowned, not knowing what was going on, but when he saw that the old man looked so nervous and weird, he walked over and asked, "Old man, what's wrong?"

"Young man, you don't have a place to stay, right?" The old man saw Zhou Yang coming over, and quickly grabbed Zhou Yang's hand, and said while pulling out: "You must not live here, this place is haunted." ”

"Haunted?" Zhou Yang looked puzzled and asked rhetorically, "How can it be haunted?"

"You don't know yet, do you? More than a dozen homeless people have died in the past few years, and the neighbors next door have moved away, so you don't want to live here cheaply. ”

"More than a dozen people died?" Zhou Yang felt even more strange when he heard this, he never believed in any ghosts, and when he heard this, his curiosity was haunted, and he moved to find out. He patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Old man, thank you for your concern." But this is my house, and even some evil spirits will not dare to invade me. ”

"Is this your house?" The old man immediately frowned, and asked with some doubts: "Who are you Yang Daohan?" He has been out for almost fifty years, saying that he has entered the deep mountains to learn art, and he seems to have come back once five or six years ago. ”

"I'm his apprentice. Zhou Yang smiled slightly, took out a piece of the house deed from his arms, and said, "Hey, he passed this house to me." ”

The old man picked up the deed and looked at it, and said, "Sure enough, it's him, but this deed is also invalid, this is the approval of the Republic of China, and now the government doesn't recognize this." ”

"I know this, but I don't live there forever anyway. Zhou Yang muttered, turned around and walked inside, the old man hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, and said, "Young man, why don't you listen to persuasion? This is a life-threatening matter, how can you be so nonsense." ”

"I know it in my own heart, thank you. Zhou Yang thanked him and entered the door, and the old man saw that Zhou Yang did not listen to the advice and insisted on entering the house, so he did not continue to persuade him, shook his head, and muttered: "Young people now, you don't shed tears when you don't see the coffin." Hey......"

The old man sighed and left, but Zhou Yang bolted the gate upside down and cleaned up the weeds in the yard. Suddenly remembering what the master had explained, he hurriedly ran to the backyard, searched carefully in the grass for a while, and found a small flower bed that the master said. I took ten steps to the left from the small flower bed, lowered my head and gently knocked on the bluestone slabs around me, and sure enough, I found a loose small stone brick, and carefully moved it away.

As soon as the bluestone bricks were moved, thousands of centipedes crawled out of it, and Zhou Yang looked at these dense centipedes, and he was not afraid, so he stretched out his hand to push them away. He didn't pay any attention to these little poisons, he had never seen any ferocious poisons in the primeval forest? The highly poisonous quenching body that had been tempered day after day in the past five years had already quenched his body to the point of invincibility. You must know that the poison he died in the bath has accumulated in the past few years, and it is estimated that it can be as high as a small mountain.

Zhou Yang easily removed all these small poisons and dug out a small red sandalwood box from inside. The red sandalwood box looks extremely delicate, and the pattern is also very simple, buried in the ground for so many years has not covered its brilliance, and it is even more fragrant after seeing the light of day.

Zhou Yang took out the key from his pocket and carefully opened the red sandalwood box, which contained a piece of dragon jade pendant and a letter.

Zhou Yang took out the Panlong jade pendant and stared at the sunlight twice, only to feel that the Panlong carving was lifelike, as if it would fly away from the circle inadvertently. The jade looks crystal clear and radiant. Other than that, Zhou Yang didn't think there was anything particularly surprising.

Put the jade pendant into his personal pocket, open the letter, pick it up and take a look, it reads: Zhou Yang, you can see that this letter proves that you have achieved great success in poison arts, and the inheritance of the master will be entrusted to you. This piece of Panlong jade pendant is the treasure of our Ten Thousand Poison Gate, you must be diligent in your understanding, I hope you can understand it thoroughly, round the master's wish, and also round the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

What is there to understand about a piece of jade pendant?

Zhou Yang put the letter aside, took out the jade pendant again, looked at it carefully, and felt that this jade pendant was not the slightest strange except for the excellent carving, what could this reveal?

At this time, the breeze blew and blew over the letter that Zhou Yang threw aside, and Zhou Yang suddenly found that there were still words on it.

"Zhou Yang, you must think that a piece of jade pendant is nothing to understand, right? Master has always felt that this broken jade pendant has nothing to study. But this is the last wish of the ancestors of the past generations, and we cannot live up to it. As the teacher commands you, you must carefully meditate for half an hour every day, remember, remember!"

After reading this paragraph, Zhou Yang wanted to scold his mother, and muttered in his heart: Let me look at this jade pendant for an hour every day? Isn't this difficult for a strong man? Bad old man, do you know what it means to do unto others what you don't want to do to yourself.

With a mutter, he turned his hand into his pocket. After reading the letter twice and finding nothing, he set it on fire.

After burning the paper, Zhou Yang was about to put the red sandalwood box back into the soil pit, when he suddenly heard the bamboo tube on his waist buzzing. Immediately, he was a little surprised: Why is the bloody red scorpion's fighting intent so strong? Could it be that there is also a big poison hidden here?

Seeing this, Zhou Yang hurriedly released the bloody red scorpion, as soon as the bloody red scorpion came out, it swooped into the dirt pit, Zhou Yang didn't understand what was going on, a red light and a white light flashed out of the pit one after another. Seeing this, Zhou Yang hurriedly chased after him, only to see that the bloody red scorpion was fighting against a silver-threaded centipede.

This silver centipede is about the length of a palm, and it is unusually fat, which is considered large among centipedes. Unlike the bloody red scorpion, which exudes scorching heat, the silver centipede has a cold and cold appearance, its feet arched, ready to grow, and the grass around it is a little frozen.

Good poison!

Zhou Yang couldn't help but sigh in admiration in his heart, and suddenly had the idea of subduing this poison. Immediately, he took out his tool kit from his waist, first pinched some pink and white drug repellent powder, lit it with a lighter, and sprinkled it next to the two opposing poisons. As soon as the detoxification powder burned, the entire backyard was filled with a strange fragrance.

When the silver centipede smelled this, it immediately became a little crazy, and the hostile target also changed from the bloody red scorpion to Zhou Yang.

Shout!

I saw the silver thread centipede bow with one hundred feet, and with a flick of its strength, its whole body galloped towards Zhou Yang like an arrow off the string. Seeing that the silver centipede suddenly attacked its master, the bloody red scorpion quickly flicked its tail, and with the strength of its hind legs, it intercepted and killed it with a whoosh.

The speed of the bloody red scorpion is not slow, but after all, it can't compare to the silver centipede.

The silver centipede catapulted onto Zhou Yang's body in an instant, and with a fierce scratch, Zhou Yang suddenly felt a cold breath coming from the affected area, which seeped into the blood and quickly headed for his heart...... This silver centipede turned out to be Zhou Yang's life.

The cold venom instantly merged into the blood and quickly rushed into Zhou Yang's heart, but as soon as it entered Zhou Yang's heart, the ice-like venom separated from the blood, and then seeped into a small heart below Zhou Yang's blood supply heart.

Call!

Zhou Yang took a sip, and the cold feeling disappeared. He slapped his left hand quickly, ready to catch the silver centipede, but the silver centipede flicked again, and it was extremely quick to dodge, but as soon as he shot out, the blood spirit red scorpion that had been waiting for a long time on the side quickly killed it halfway, and slapped it down to the ground with a powerful sweep in mid-air.

The silver centipede was slapped to the ground, and just as it tried to struggle to get up and escape, the bloody red scorpion had already flown down, and as soon as the tail needle pricked, it was completely stunned. After being stunned, the bloody red scorpion climbed up and sucked its toxin origin, although these two poisons belonged to the two poison systems of hot and cold, but the toxin origin was the same.

In order to prevent the Blood Spirit Red Scorpion from completely sucking the Silver Centipede dry, Zhou Yang grabbed the Blood Spirit Red Scorpion and stuffed it into the bamboo tube when it sucked it for about a minute. Then he grabbed the silver centipede, which was obviously shriveled, took out a silver needle from his waist, and pierced a small hole in its heart, and then punctured a bloody hole in his hand, squeezing four or five drops of blood into it... to show conquest.

After a while, the silver centipede woke up. As soon as it woke up, it flipped over, revealing its most fragile abdomen as a sign of absolute surrender to Zhou Yang.

After the silver centipede surrendered, Zhou Yang temporarily placed it in the red sandalwood box. But at the same time, a question popped into his head... It stands to reason that this level of poison could not survive on the edge of such a city? This is not the right environment for them to live, shouldn't they be more present in the vast forest?

Zhou Yang was surprised, walked to the dirt pit, sniffed carefully, and actually let him smell the smell of Tianxiang Pill. Hurriedly rummaging in the soil pit for a while, and sure enough, he found a white pill about the size of a soybean, which had already been eaten, and the normal Tianxiang pill was the size of an egg.

No wonder, it turned out to be the effect of Tianxiang pills.

Zhou Yang nodded, only then did he feel reasonable. Tianxiang Pill is the most powerful tonic for poisons, basically one can create a poison with super lethality, think that this silver centipede is benefited by Tianxiang Pill, it has evolved to this extent, otherwise it would not be so ferocious.

After getting this reasonable explanation, Zhou Yang was still a little surprised, how could the treasure of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate appear here? Could it be that the old drunkard drank too much wine when he was digging this pit and dropped a grain into it, so he produced a big poison like the silver centipede?

Zhou Yang thought about it and felt that eight or nine were not far from ten. The old drunkard is so confused, what can't he do? But it's okay, he got such a good poison to defend himself out of thin air, and it can be regarded as a tree planted by his predecessors and later generations to enjoy the cold!