Although Zhang Wuji wondered why Zhu Changling's martial arts could save him, seeing that Meng Fan didn't mean to explain, he could only give up, and after a turn of thought, he asked again: "What method does the master use to help me expel the poison?"

"Of course it's ......" Halfway through his words, Meng Fan's face suddenly turned grim, "Of course it's Jiuyang Divine Skill!"

Zhang Wuji looked stunned for a moment, then woke up, looking at Meng Fan's teasing smile, he suddenly felt that his apprenticeship was a little sloppy, his master didn't seem to be very old!

When he hesitated, he suddenly remembered that Meng Fan had mentioned Jiuyang Divine Skill, and his expression suddenly became excited, and he couldn't wait to ask, "Master, are you ...... Do you know how to do the Nine Yang Divine Skills?"

"What, do you suspect that the master is telling a lie?" Meng Fan glanced at Zhang Wuji and said with a smile.

After that, he didn't wait for Zhang Wuji to reply, he turned around and walked towards the wooden house directly, "Okay, you go to the waterhole to wash up first, catch a few fish by the way, and get you two sets of clothes for the teacher!"

When Zhang Wuji heard this, he could only hold back the excitement in his heart, and turned around and walked towards the waterhole. He has lived on Ice and Fire Island since he was a child, and he is very good at catching fish, and after washing his body, he only used tea to catch five white fish with a length of five feet.

As a master, if there is something, the disciple obeys his work, after Meng Fan took two sets of clothes, he sat on the boulder on the side, watching Zhang Wuji make a fire and grill fish, while eating the peach sent by the white ape.

This peach is fat and sweet, different from the fresh fruit in the valley, although Meng Fan did not see with his own eyes that it was sent by the white ape, but the comparison between the two is naturally self-evident.

Thinking that the big white ape might send a peach tomorrow, Meng Fan planned to brush his favorability in front of the other party.

The life of the average ape is no more than fifty years, and the great white ape has lived twice as many years under the injury of abdominal ulceration, and the credit of the peach is self-evident, for the great white ape, perhaps only the spirit of the peach can arouse its interest.

However, for Meng Fan, the only thing he could do was Long Li Dan. As for those ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum, the year is still too short, and the big white ape lives in Kunlun Mountain, which may not be worth it.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji didn't know what Meng Fan was thinking, he saw that the peach juice in his master's hand was thick and sweet, and he was very hungry for a while, and seeing that the grilled fish didn't need to be taken care of, he turned around and went into the orchard and looked for the peach by himself.

Zhang Wuji's expression was looked at by Meng Fan one by one, he could naturally guess what the other party thought, Shaoqing, seeing the other party walking out of the fruit forest with a disappointed and puzzled face, he laughed, and didn't explain, and then threw three peaches over casually.

Although they have only been together for a short time, Zhang Wuji has already faintly touched Meng Fan's character, and he didn't ask at the moment, he took the peach and gnawed it.

The effect of this peach is comparable to that of Long Li Dan, and it may not have much effect on Meng Fan, a congenital master, but for Zhang Wuji, it is a rare treasure.

A peach went down to his stomach, Zhang Wuji immediately felt the warmth in his abdomen, and after a while, there were streams of warm currents spreading to his limbs, at this moment, he faintly felt that the cold poison in his body was slightly suppressed, and the whole person was much more relaxed.

With this effect, Zhang Wuji's face was overjoyed, and his eyes were full of gratitude when he looked at Meng Fan. After a while, when the white fish was baked, he should hold two of them first and respectfully send them to Meng Fan.

Seeing this, Meng Fan nodded slightly. Of course, he had no doubt about Zhang Wuji's character, and after eating the grilled fish, he passed on the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the other party.

Zhang Wuji had practiced Wudang Jiuyang Gong, and as soon as this Jiuyang Divine Skill blocked his eyes, he knew that it was true, and immediately sat cross-legged and began to practice according to the scriptures.

The night passed quickly, and at dawn the next day, the big white ape really arrived as promised, and when it saw Meng Fan looking at him, he immediately sent the peach in his hand. On his shoulder, the injured little monkey also screamed excitedly when he saw Meng Fan.

When did Zhang Wuji see this kind of huge white ape, his eyes were straight at the moment, and it was only when the big white ape sent out the peach that his attention was attracted by the peach. It was also at this moment that he learned the origin of the peach.

When he saw that the big white ape was respectful and polite to Meng Fan, he couldn't help but admire this master who had just worshipped even more, and at the same time, he also felt that the master was becoming more and more mysterious.

After Meng Fan took the peach, he sent the Longli Pill over with his backhand, and the big white ape saw the pill, and he was still a little unclear at first, but when the medicinal fragrance entered his nose, his eyes suddenly opened, and his big hairy face showed a trace of humanized surprise.

Immediately, it couldn't wait to put the dragon power pill into its mouth, for it, this dragon power pill was too small, if it wasn't for the mouth closed quickly, it almost fell out.

The pill enters the abdomen, and the medicinal effect will come soon, and for the big white ape, the biggest benefit of the dragon power pill is to strengthen the qi and blood.

At this moment, feeling the warmth in his body, the big white ape danced excitedly, and at the same time, he didn't forget to thank Meng Fan, but the action was really funny, which made Meng Fan and his apprentice laugh.

After the big white ape left, Meng Fan casually threw the peach to Zhang Wuji, and at the same time, it also attached a dragon power pill, which made Zhang Wuji more grateful and respectful to Meng Fan as a master.

Zhang Wuji inherited the medical book Poison Sutra of Hu Qingniu and his wife, and naturally had some understanding of alchemy.

Thinking that the master was also proficient in alchemy, Zhang Wuji admired it even more in his heart, and muttered a little, his expression was certain, as if he had made up some kind of determination. Suddenly, he took out two scriptures from his bosom and sent them to Meng Fan.

"Master, this is a scripture given to a disciple by a couple with excellent medical skills, since the master is proficient in alchemy, these two medical books may be helpful to the master. ”

Zhang Wuji's move was without warning, although Meng Fan was a little greedy for Hu Qingniu's medical book, but he also felt a little caught off guard at the moment, after a while, he relieved his thoughts, he looked at Zhang Wuji intently, for a long time, and said with relief: "You have a heart!"

When the medical book arrived, Meng Fan's only concern was the peach, and from this day on, whenever the big white ape sent the peach, he would send back a dragon pill. The rest of the time, while teaching Zhang Wuji to practice Jiuyang Divine Skill, he also read the medical book Poison Sutra in detail.

In this way, more than half a month has passed, and on this day, when Meng Fan saw the poison of "Ten Spices and Soft Tendons", his heart suddenly moved, but he remembered the crane beak pen that fell from the crane pen. He was in a hurry to heal his wounds before, but he forgot about it.

Meng Fan vaguely remembered that one of the two elders of Xuan Ming had the poison of the Ten Spices Soft Tendon Scatter, and the other had the antidote, and they were all stored in the blade, thinking of this, he hurriedly took out the crane beak pen from the space inside the Ding and looked at it.

I don't know what this crane beak pen is forged from, according to the weight, Meng Fan can't tell whether this thing is hollow inside, and after studying it for a long time, he didn't see any mechanism.

Impatient, Meng Fan didn't say a word, took out the Qingfeng sword, and slashed at the end of the pen. Immediately, only to hear a click, a section of the pen barrel was broken in response, Meng Fan picked up the crane beak pen and took a look, only to see that the pen barrel was really hollow, and a roll of black brocade silk was faintly visible.

Meng Fan's face was overjoyed, and with a flick of his right hand, he threw out the brocade-like thing. This is a roll of black silk silk with the thickness of his thumb and a foot long, Meng Fan spread it out and looked at it, and the four big characters on the right end immediately came into view......

Xuan Shen Palm!