It was the middle of the night, and on the dark street, a shadow as fast as the wind and as fast as lightning swept by, flickering and flickering, like a ghost.

Fortunately, there was no one at this time, otherwise I would have thought I had seen a ghost.

"Damn, what kind of poison did the master get." Fei Yi, who was following behind the shadow, chased after him as if he was playing with his life, worried about his master's physical condition, afraid that he would not be able to hold on.

For so many years, except for a woman named Youyu Lingshuang, the master has really not suffered at anyone's hands.

Forget about Yu Yu Lingshuang, that is a character with the same name as the master, but the Yin Ya County Lord of the palace can be side by side.

What is her identity, she is just a small county lord, even if the king loves her, what if she dares to do something to her master, she is simply looking for death.

Fei Yi thought like this, and his eyes suddenly became murderous.

In fact, he didn't know that the little county lord in his mouth was Youyu Lingshuang himself, if he knew, he didn't know what kind of wonderful expression it would be.

Yes, the shadow that shuttles like a ghost in the dark night is Sang Moyu.

He had indeed been poisoned, and at that time he was fighting with amazing perseverance in front of Yu Yu Lingshuang, and no one knew what kind of pain he was suffering at that time.

That woman, still as ruthless as ever, was ruthless in dealing with enemies, especially him.

After returning to the palace, he originally wanted to try to use his profound internal force to force the poison out of his body.

But he underestimated the power of this poison, but even so, he refused to admit defeat and has been carefully grooming.

The black qi gradually crept up on that extremely handsome face, and the plainness added a bit of evil to him.

Finally, when he was about to be unable to suppress it, he hurried out of the house and went to Bangchun Hall.

Bang Chun Tang is known as the white bones of the doctor, the living dead, only those who do not want to be saved, and there are no people who cannot be saved.

It is reported that the doctor who sat in the consultation was from Qingyuan University.

Qingyuan Academy is an existence that stands tall in the world and does not belong to any force.

It recruits talents from all over the world and is a base for cultivating talents, but it is more difficult to get into it than to ascend to the sky, and it is even more difficult to get out of the test, and it is even more legendary to come out of the test road.

Learning is endless, Qingyuan University enrolls students every five years, regardless of status, regardless of age, you can apply.

Many people have spent their entire lives studying how to get into Qingyuan Academy, many people are studying how to get out of the Academy, and a very small number of people are studying the Dao of Trials.

Generally speaking, only those who have passed the entrance examination can be regarded as real talents, and such people are bound to be shocked in the future.

As for the Trial Dao, it has been recorded in ancient books that the Butterfly Dance Emperor Venerable and the String Moon Holy Venerable are the people who passed the trial Dao examination from the Qingyuan Academy, and they are also the only people who have passed the test for thousands of years, and no one in the future generations can match them.

Not to mention the Dao of Trials, looking at the world, there are not many people who have passed the Qingyuan Academy.

No one in this world dares to casually borrow the reputation of Qingyuan Academy, since there is such a rumor, and no one in the academy is investigated, it is true nine times out of ten.

Qingyuan students were protected by the academy before they joined the various forces, so no one dared to force them to do anything.

On the contrary, they do not have an official body, and even those who are officials have to give them three points.

The doctor of Bang Chun Tang is also the owner of this medical hall, and three years ago, he was admitted to the holy doctor of Qingyuan Academy-Yue Baihua

Whoosh - the sound of clothes rubbing against the air was heard.

The man who was originally lying on a wicker chair with his face covered by a medical book moved slightly.

Then, slowly, he removed the book that had obscured his entire face.

This is a cold and indifferent beautiful man, he is dressed in white and mopping the floor, the cuffs and hem are embroidered with a few magnolia flowers, a head of green silk like ink, with a wooden hairpin half stranded and half scattered, those cold eyes are like water in an ice spring, cold and quiet.

"Poisoned." He said indifferently.

Sang Moyu landed in the blink of an eye, picked up the pastry on the stone table by himself, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing a few pastries, he said casually: "Yes, it seems that I am going to trouble Bai Hua to save me again." ”

Yue Baihua, who had long been surprised by Sang Moyu's appearance, said coldly: "You will find me trouble, because I think my life is too comfortable." ”

After saying that, he still didn't get up, his right hand was raised, and a few silver lights flashed.

Sang Moyu was calm and tight, but he frightened Fei Yi who was hiding on the side.

Don't look at Yue Gongzi, he looks like he rejects people thousands of miles away, like a fairy, but in fact, inside, the lack of patience is outrageous.

I'm really afraid that one day, he will be impatient, and a silver needle will pierce it, and the master will ...... Hey, the doctors really can't be provoked, and the ancients don't deceive me.