The pasture road has been very uncomfortable for the past few days, except for being able to hear and see, the whole body cannot move a bit.

Every day, I saw an old man constantly tinkering with medicinal herbs and mortars, and fed them to Mu Jinglu from time to time. Occasionally, some strange poisons are crushed and applied to the points all over the body of the pasture path.

At first, Mu Jinglu thought that this old man was saving himself, but as time passed, Mu Jinglu realized that this old man was not saving himself, but fucking experimenting with himself as a guinea pig.

In Mu Jinglu's view, with the medical skills of rejuvenation, he can naturally poison people with beads and herbs. The so-called medicine and poison depend on each other, is this the legendary king of medicine?

"Boy, why are you staring at Ben Daojun?" The old man took a small brush and kept applying poison plasters on Mu Jinglu's body that made Mu Jinglu frightened, and was very satisfied with Mu Jinglu's reaction, "It's useless to stare at you, Ben Daojun is saving you." ”

"Judging by your appearance, it should be a sword cultivator. However, this body, tsk, is comparable to the strength of physical cultivation. This medicine has cost Ben Daojun dozens of hard-to-find poisons, and the effect is extremely good. ”

"The bones are quite hard, and the poison enters the body, so I don't snort. Not bad, not bad..."

Master, I'm hard on you, uncle! Lao Tzu wants to hum something, he has already hummed, okay? Mu Jinglu silently endured the pain of being like thousands of ants devouring himself, and thought fiercely. His eyes stared at the old man viciously, wanting to swallow the old man to relieve his hatred.

The old man, who claimed to be a Daojun, didn't pay attention to the eyes of the pastoral path, and smeared the pastoral path by himself, and sighed from time to time.

At this time, the pastoral path was lying naked on the wooden bed. The old man sighed, naturally, it was the huge life son that was rarely seen on the pastoral path. However, compared to this, the old man dared to be more interested in the strange body of the pastoral path and the strange Shenting Acupoint.

"By the way, what's going on with your kid's Divine Court Acupoint? This Dao Jun is a blue-level consummate divine sense, and he can't see through it in the slightest. ”

The old man said, suddenly thinking about something, frowned slightly and looked at Mu Jinglu and said, "Can you kid still be able to control himself, and control the strange Divine Court Acupoint independently?"

Mu Jinglu's expression was still a look of hatred, and when the old man saw this, he shook his head and said to himself in confusion: "Impossible, how can you still look inward in your current state?"

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the 'Snake King' to ask for some poison. The old man put down the medicine mortar and muttered in a low voice: "These green-level and blue-level poisons don't seem to have much effect." ”

When Mu Jinglu heard this, his eyes widened, and his two eyeballs kept rolling in his sockets. At the same time, he was so anxious that he was about to get angry.

But the old man paid no heed, turned around and left the wooden house where the pasture road was.

After the old man left, the feeling of ten thousand insects biting on the surface of the pasture road became more and more violent, except for the pain that could drown the pasture path kept coming into the mind of the pasture road, the pasture road could not control the slightest bit of his body.

On the surface, the trail is even tougher than the average tough guy. In the face of such bone-eating pain, Mu Jinglu did not have any reaction in his whole body except for his rolling eyes.

The rest of the days were as simple as that.

The old man occasionally left for half a day, and when he returned, he brought back a variety of poisons that he had never seen at all on the pastoral path, and after they were mashed, he wanted to make a hodgepodge of mixed together, and then applied them to the body of the pastoral path.

Perhaps the old man felt that it was not too hidden to just apply it to Mu Jinglu's body, and the old man actually poured a large bowl of the medicinal slurry mixed with I don't know how many kinds of poisons were mixed with Mu Jinglu. Although the pasture path road cannot be swallowed on its own, the old man is a blue-rank monk, and it is not easy to help the pasture path pull the medicinal slurry to swallow.

When the medicinal slurry flowed into Mu Jinglu's stomach, Mu Jinglu knew what life was better than death.

After this slurry enters the body, it not only has a secret bite feeling applied to the surface of the body, but also makes the pastoral path have a kind of explosion from the inside out.

The medicinal pulp not only contains all kinds of poisons, but the aura contained in it is also extremely terrifying. Originally, the pastoral path could not absorb the aura, but under the dual effect of poison and aura, it actually poured into the whole body of the pastoral path through the stomach.

However, the medicinal properties are too strong, under the effect of the poison and medicinal pulp, the acupoints of the whole body of Mu Jinglu have been forced out of blood, and the aura that has begun to absorb actually spills out of the body along the blood of the acupoints.

There is only an orange level of cultivation on the pastoral path, and under such a drastic change, it is natural to faint. After Mu Jinglu fainted to death, if it wasn't for the timely treatment of this old man, Mu Jinglu would have died a long time ago.

When Pastoral Road woke up again, the conversation outside the wooden house gave Pastoral Trail hope for life.

"Poisonous ghost, release people!"

"Hehe, old man Yao, you shouted to the old man to let the old man go?" Mu Jinglu could hear it, this was the voice of the old man who had tormented himself for many days. It turns out that this old man is called a poisonous ghost?

"It's not that the old man told you to let it go. The voice confronting the poisonous ghost sounded again, "Do you know this sword?"

Jian?Mujing Lu was slightly stunned, a little curious. Especially after feeling that the poisonous ghost was silent for a long time, Mu Jinglu wanted to know what kind of sword this sword was.

"Is that him?"

"It's him!"

"Hehe, I'm not dead. The poisonous ghost said indifferently, but Mu Jinglu could feel a bit of jealousy in the poisonous ghost's tone, "Who has my poisonous king ever feared?"

After a long time, the poisonous ghost snorted coldly, and said disdainfully and fearfully: "Since you want someone, let him come by himself." ”

"So, are you unfortunate that he is still alive?" The old man who confronted the Poison King said with a bit of ridicule in his tone, and chuckled: "Now that the Demon Invasion is imminent, do you think he has time to take care of you?"

"Of course, you can also try, maybe as you guessed, he is already dead?"

The old man's tone was calm, and at the same time a little joking. As if to say, he's really dead, don't let him go.

At this time, outside the wooden house, two old men confronted each other. One is the Poison King who Mujinglu can't wait to eat raw, and the other is dressed a little similar to the Poison King, both dressed as Confucian scholars. However, the same Confucian costume is more appropriate and righteous on the body of a strange old man.

The old man seemed to be younger than the Poison King, and both his hair and beard were only gray. And in the old man's face, there is a little more righteousness than the poison king, and there is a little pity for life.

"This kid spent nearly half of the old man's poison, so simply handed it over to you, wouldn't the old man lose money?"

The two of them wanted to talk about 'him', and the poison king seemed a little jealous, and the strange old man was respectful. Perhaps it was uncertain whether 'he' was alive or not, and the Poison King didn't plan to take any chances.

"Hehe, poisonous ghost, put away your thoughts. The strange old man was a little angry, "he had already said it when he entrusted the old man to come. If this kid has the slightest accident, don't say that you are an old poison, your disciples and grandchildren will not leave all the corpses!"

"You..."

"Me?" Looking at the angry and trembling Poison King, the strange old man chuckled disdainfully, "I don't have that ability. If you don't accept it, you can find him to theorize. ”

The right hand raised by the Poison King trembled with anger, pointing at the strange old man and refusing to put it down. The strange old man was not in a hurry, and just looked at the poison king indifferently.

"Hmph!" Finally, the Poison King compromised. After snorting coldly, he shook his hand fiercely, and turned his back to the strange old man.

The corners of the strange old man's mouth curled slightly, and then he looked down at the four-foot-nine-inch black blunt sword in his hand, and smiled lightly. The strange old man put away his black blunt sword, bypassed the poison king with his back to him, and entered the wooden house.

"Hey, you're already awake?" After the strange old man entered the wooden house, he looked at the pasture path in some surprise, and then nodded at the pasture path that looked at him in a daze.

"Little brother rest assured, the old man was entrusted by others to come to pick up the little brother for treatment of his injuries. ”

Mu Jinglu blinked his only movable eyelid, indicating that he already knew. The strange old man nodded, and with a wave of his right hand, a pure white Confucian robe was draped over Mu Jinglu's body.

The strange old man raised his hands slightly, lifted the pasture path, and then turned and stepped out of the wooden house.

When passing behind the Poison King, the strange old man paused and said softly: "He asked me to tell you that he will not pursue the experiments that your old boy did on him." ”

As soon as the strange old man spoke, the poison king suddenly turned around and looked at the strange old man in surprise.

"Not only did he not pursue it, but he wrote down your kindness to save this kid. The strange old man smiled faintly, and then dragged the pasture path and continued to walk forward.

The words of the strange old man made the Poison King's expression a little excited and excited.

"Old man Yao, you didn't lie to me?" the Poison King seemed to be a little incredulous, and asked loudly at the back of the strange old man.

The strange old man paused slightly, and said loudly without looking back: "His words, the old man doesn't dare to mess around." After that, the strange old man said no more, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in front of the poison king's wooden house.

But I don't know the Medicine King, so why did the Medicine King come to save me? And how did the Medicine King know that I was here with the Poison King?

With full doubts, the pastoral path was supported by the medicine king and came to the 100,000 mountains, not knowing which horns were in the middle of the mountain.

In the middle of the corner, there is a simple attic, and the style of the attic is somewhat similar to the small cabin of the Poison King. The attic is divided into two floors, and the lower floor is full of bottles and jars, piled with countless medicinal herbs.

The upper floor seems to be where the Medicine King lives, and although it is simple, it is much more neat. In order to facilitate the treatment of the pastoral path, the medicine king placed the pastoral path on the lower level of the attic.

"Don't worry, kid. The medicine king comforted the pastor and said: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people, the old man will definitely cure you." ”