Yang Qingjue has a little knowledge of medicine.

After that nightmarish night, he fell ill and the imperial physician was helpless.

He thought he had a strange disease, so he spent three years indulging in medical books, and the medicine was useless.

He also wondered if he had been poisoned by a rare poison, so he went to the Moqin Monastery and spent six years reading all the surviving poison scriptures, to no avail.

When he returned to the palace again, he no longer pinned his hopes on curing himself, but instead spread his mind on everything except cultivation.

Don't use your spiritual power on a large scale, otherwise it will backfire.

Don't indulge yourself in alcohol, otherwise he will not be able to suppress the spiritual power in his body and explode to death.

The third emperor brother, who was four years older than him, told him that if he was bored in the palace, he could go outside to find something to do.

So he went, and left the imperial city on the night of the Midyear Festival, and watched the people by the river light the red candles for the dead and put them in the river.

Yang Qingjue returned to the house he had been familiar with a long time ago and lit the incense in the furnace.

He cut off the eight legs of the tiger tarantula and threw the living spider into the jade bottle containing the wine and soaked it.

Although the tiger tarantula is violently poisonous, using it as a medicinal wine can have the effect of fighting poison with poison.

Yang Qingjue has always felt that Anguo's poison is the best poison to crack in the Xiuyi Continent.

Although each of the poisons in Angola is very strong, Angola itself is remote, and the flowers and animals that can be used to make poison are very representative.

Once he has made one of the antidotes, he can make a second.

Yang Qingjue once laughed at himself for being a blessing in disguise, and when he couldn't become a spirit master, he actually discovered his talent in the Poison Sutra.

He took out a portion of the medicinal wine and mixed it with the herbs he had prepared.

After boiling for two hours, he estimated that the time was about the same, so he took it out and cooled it.

When the potion in the bowl was almost cold, he waved his hand to extinguish the incense in the furnace.

When the aroma dissipated, the cold air swept into the room, accompanied by the girl's white dress.

The furnishings in Yang Qingjue's room are very emotional, there is a purple gold incense burner in the corner, the shelf is fine sandalwood, and there are blue and white porcelain vases.

swept away at a glance, which actually gave Ye Qinzhu an illusion, thinking that this room was Yang Qingjue's permanent residence.

"I missed a month's course, and today I was caught by the elders to practice, but I can still keep up?"

Although Moqin Academy is inextricably linked with the priests, it is still essentially an academy.

Compared with those colleges in Ningguo, the teaching quality of Moqin Academy is ten streets behind them.

The reason why the spirit master still enters the academy to practice after having spiritual power is to learn how to exert more power with less spiritual power, and Moqin Academy is such a place.

Ye Qinzhu has been in retreat for a month, and the teaching she missed is not a little bit of a star, and her steps when she came were a little messy, presumably dragged by the academy teacher who taught her.

Ye Qinzhu secretly stuck out his tongue, resolutely not letting Yang Qingjue know that he was actually arranged by that harsh Rao Academyman.

Ye Qinzhu couldn't control her spiritual power well, so she naturally couldn't take it out, so Master Rao let her take a solid horse step for half an hour.

Facing the mean but powerful lecturer, Ye Qinzhu dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

"You would never think of it. She raised her mutilated sleeve and said with a grin, "What was Yuan Ning's expression when he heard me say that I was walking on the road and suddenly found a big spider, so I threw the spider with my sleeve." ”

She took the medicine bowl in Yang Qingjue's hand, sat on the ground, and swallowed in small gulps.

Ye Qinzhu has a hot red scar on his right hand, which has been covered with a sleeve before. But when she stretched out her hand, she couldn't help but show it.

Yang Qingjue waited for her to finish drinking the medicine, and slightly forced out a trace of spiritual power at her fingertips, which entered Ye Qinzhu's body to turn.

Her own spiritual power dragged the potion that entered Ye Qinzhu's body, and it quietly penetrated from her stomach and spread all over her body.

Before Ye Qinzhu could feel unwell, the toxins of the tiger tarantula in her body were completely removed.

While Ye Qinzhu was still feeling the magic of this treatment, Yang Qingjue held the girl's hand.

Yang Qingjue's cold fingertips brushed the back of Ye Qinzhu's hand, and Ye Qinzhu felt a tingle.

"It's okay, it's just that I was caught by the famous Rao Yuanshi. Ye Qinzhu closed his eyes and explained.

Rao Hui, the teacher of the Academy, is one of the most difficult teachers to contact in the Moqin Academy.

This academy teacher Yang Qingjue had already served in the Moqin Academy for the first time, and although his strength was not as good as that of the elders, it was also unfathomable.

But he is really not friendly to new students, and if someone makes a mistake on weekdays, they will be brought out, not to mention Ye Qinzhu, a truant who missed class for a month.

Yang Qingjue pressed down the corners of her mouth, took out the scalding ointment and applied it to Ye Qinzhu's skin.

Although he still had to learn his newly taught spiritual skills with this academy master tomorrow, Ye Qinzhu really didn't want to talk about her, and would rather talk to Yang Qingjue about other serious things.

"When I went to the teaching area today, I found that Yang Qingyun was almost behind Ye Qinlan. Ye Qinzhu said, "You two special talents, you could not have participated in this kind of exercise, Yang Qingyun is so active, it's not unreasonable......"

Yang Qingyun had already been awarded the badge of an alchemist, and a person who had been active in the life of a drunken gold addict turned out to be a refiner, which in itself was very unreasonable.

"Did you notice anything?"

Before Ye Qinzhu spoke, the girl's eyes in Yang Qingjue's eyes narrowed, and the bamboo flute pinned to her waist slowly released her spiritual power to search for anyone around to eavesdrop.

After confirming that there were only the two of them in the entire room, Ye Qinzhu asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Or is it that you have already noticed Yuan Ning's movements. The reason why Yang Qingyun is so clingy to the second sister is actually to protect her?"

To Ye Qinzhu's surprise, Yang Qingjue denied her speculation.

"But it will soon be clear what Yuan Ning's purpose is. Then, Ye Qinzhu saw a smile on Yang Qingjue's face that she had never seen before.

The smile was no longer like that of a delicate scholar, and it was full of spirit.

"I have broken their barriers, and they will meet every other day, and when they meet again tomorrow, I will know what they, An Guo, are plotting. ”

In the past, although Anguo and Ningguo were opposites, they never unabashedly exposed their ambitions in the eyes of Ningguo people as they do now.

An Guo, who is doing this, must have abundant internal strength, and is plotting earth-shattering events.

In the past few days that Ye Qinzhu has come to the Xiuyi Continent, she clearly knows the characteristics of Ning's foreign strength. Coupled with the virtue of those in power, if the enemy attacks, the bird's nest of Ningguo will surely overturn.

It's just that there are no eggs under the nest, and in Ye Qinzhu's heart, Ning Guo will definitely be defeated, but if Ye Qinzhu agrees to Yuanning, then where should the people of the capital and the army on the frontier go.

Will the young man she met survive in the ruined dynasty?

She knew the times as Junjie's reason could not overcome the surging emotions in her heart, and Ye Qinzhu rejected Yuan Ning's proposal.

"But don't worry. Yang Qingjue stretched out his fingers to smooth the pimple on Ye Qinzhu's eyebrows, Ye Qinzhu shrank back slightly, but did not stop it.

Yang Qingjue has always been inexplicably familiar to her, even better than her eldest brother.

It's as if she'd seen him before, hanging up that red and glamorous name tag.

"At this time, it is in Moqin Courtyard, and it is impossible for Yuan Ning to do it openly, what he really needs to worry about is the trip to the Beast Ridge that was born in the courtyard for half a year. ”

"In the past six months, you must pay attention to those Anguo seniors who stayed in Moqin Academy.

Fighting in the Moqin Arena, life or death. If someone provokes you and you don't have the strength to win against him, you must avoid it. ”