He stared in shock at the long, deep sword wound on the woman's left shoulder. The white skin of the flesh cracked, revealing the bright red flesh inside, and the blood kept flowing.

I'm so good, so deep, if I had died, I would have died of pain.

Mu Zifeng picked up the handkerchief and wanted to wipe away the blood around the wound, but as soon as he touched it, the snow-white handkerchief immediately turned black when it touched the blood, and then white smoke came out.

"Damn, it's toxic." Mu Zifeng was startled when he looked at the blackened handkerchief.

What to do, what to do!

If it was an ordinary sword wound, he could still help her stop the bleeding with a blind cat and a dead mouse, but it was obviously poisoned, and the blood had no signs of clotting, if it flowed like this, it was estimated that she would soon lose too much blood and die here.

He stared at the wound on the woman's shoulder, gritted his teeth, and drew his sword.

Now I can only cut off the poisoned flesh.

He picked up the flask, poured it over his sword and sanitized it, then slowly cut it.

"It may hurt, but bear with me."

As soon as he cut it, he heard a woman's scream, and then woke up, and fainted again because of the severe pain of cutting the flesh.

Little by little, Mu Zifeng felt that time passed so slowly, as if a century had passed.

He watched the woman's blood return to normal, only to realize that he was already sweating profusely.

After washing the wound with warm water and washing the blood on the side of the wound, he used wine to detoxify her, and then applied the gold sore medicine to her and bandaged the wound with gauze.

"It should be fine."

Mu Zifeng breathed a sigh of relief, took out the clothes in his baggage and put them beside the woman's bedside, then came to the table, lay on the table, and quickly fell asleep.

I don't know how long he slept, but when he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

He stretched and was about to get the woman up, but when he turned around, the bed was empty, the quilt was neatly folded, and his clothes were still at the head of the bed.

"What about people?" Mu Zifeng was a little puzzled, "Did you wake up and leave?" ”

……

In the main hall, a middle-aged man stood with his hands in his hands, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Door Master." The woman shouted with her head down.

"You! What do you want me to say about you? The man said angrily, "You are the saintess of my Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, and you are the master of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect in the future. It's good that you sneaked into Lanyue Tower without saying a word, not only did you not find it, but you were also seriously injured by the disciples who had been ambushed by Lanyue Tower for a long time, and even more seriously injured yourself! ”

"I'm sorry Master."

The man's anger was suppressed by him a little, and he turned around and walked towards the inner hall, "The matter of your sneaking into the Lanyue Tower, there must be a traitor inside the door, and I will investigate this matter clearly." I heard that you were injured, go back and recuperate, it will be the martial arts conference in a while, you can't go on a business trip. ”

"Yes, Master." The woman answered.

She raised her hand to gently support her injured shoulder, and said word by word in her heart: "Door Master, I disappointed you, but the "Hundred Poison Technique" is the high-level secret book of my Ten Thousand Poison Gate, and it was inexplicably lost and fell to Lanyue Tower, and I will definitely find it back for you.

……

Mu Zifeng was walking down the street on horseback, he heard Xiao Er say that the decent school was recruiting disciples today, so he was going to try it.

Mu Zifeng looked down at the crooked map that Xiao Er had drawn for him, and felt that he, a person who had never had a talent for art, would draw better than him.

"I guess this is it." Mu Zifeng stopped, and saw that in front of him was a luxurious restaurant, with a long table under the restaurant, and several sword-wielding disciples in blue clothes stood in front of the table. In front of him, there was already a long queue of people.

"Brother," Mu Zifeng pulled a man in front of him, "Which sect is recruiting disciples?" ”

The man turned his head and said patiently: "This is Lanyue Lou recruiting disciples, I don't think you look like a local." You came just in time, and today is the last day for Lanyue Tower to recruit disciples once in three years. There are thousands of people who come to apply, but only 100 people can be selected among the thousands of people, and 100 people have to pass the final selection, and in the end, only ten people can become the outer disciples of Lanyuelou. ”

"It's so harsh." Mu Zifeng was a little retreating in his heart.

Seeing Mu Zifeng's embarrassed face, the man comforted: "Try it when you come, maybe if you are selected." ”

"Well, thank you, brother."

The voice of the disciple of Lanyue Building came from the front: "Next." ”

……

Waiting from noon to dusk, Mu Zifeng finally came to the second place.

I saw that the named disciple was asking the man who had just spoken to him.

"What's the name?" The disciple of Lanyue Lou asked without raising his head.

"Back to this senior brother," the man said with a smile, "My name is Wang Dazhu." ”

"Wen Hewu, do you understand?" The named disciple asked.

"I ......," the man dodged his gaze, "yes, definitely." ”

The registered disciple raised his head and glanced at Wang Dazhu, and said casually: "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed." What is the next sentence? ”

"I ...... I ......" Wang Dazhu obviously didn't know, his hand kept stirring the corners of his clothes.

"You don't even know a poem that a kid can memorize, the next one."

Wang Dazhu was a little disappointed, turned his head and patted Mu Zifeng's shoulder, and then walked away in despair.

"What's the name?" The named disciple asked.

"Mu Zifeng."

"How old is this year?"

"II...... Twenty. ”

"Will you be able to do martial arts?"

"I will do some martial arts, and I will also do light skills."

"Light work?" The Lanyue Lou disciple raised his head and looked at him with a little interest.

He looked Mu Zifeng up and down, and pouted: "Come and see your light skills." ”

"Okay."

Mu Zifeng lifted his breath, exerted force under his feet, flew five meters high, and fell back to the same place with a backflip.

"Yes! Looks like you've learned. There was a look of admiration in the eyes of the disciples of Lanyue Tower, "Congratulations, you have been selected, come to my Lanyue Tower tomorrow to report." ”

"Why don't you take my literature exam?" Mu Zifeng asked suspiciously.

"Judging by your demeanor, you don't look like an uneducated person."

"Thank you."

Mu Zifeng was a little lucky, fortunately he knew martial arts in this body, otherwise he would not have passed the primary election of Lanyue Tower so easily.

His stomach suddenly screamed, and he rubbed his stomach, which had not been filled for a day, and was thinking about what to eat, when suddenly, a rich aroma came to his face.

Mu Zifeng sniffed the fragrant smell in the air, and said happily: "It's called a flower chicken!" ”

"Let me taste the flower chicken of a thousand years ago." Mu Zifeng only felt that his saliva was about to flow out, so he hurriedly followed the fragrance to find it.