Heavy rain was pouring down.

It is rainy in the south, which is just the right time for the rainy season.

The water droplets poured down from the sloping eaves of the Chao ancestral hall, splashed into flowers after hitting the soil and plants, as if baptizing the space, cleaning the earth, and each scene seemed to contain a certain indescribable truth.

In the intensive care unit, Feng Yi finally woke up.

To be exact, he was awakened in a semi-comatose state by the strange smell of the strange potion.

Since returning from the Chaohuang Temple in the west of the village, he has collapsed from the fatigue and physical injuries of the past few days, and has been asleep for a day and a night.

The cold brought by the rain made his spiritual platform refreshing.

Feng Yi coughed lightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Wuwu sitting next to him, holding a bowl of medicinal soup in one hand and feeding him medicine with a spoon in the other.

Zhao Wuwu's beautiful eyebrows and eyes were full of worry and concern, and the usual delicate became dim at this time, and at the same time it was much quieter. Suddenly seeing Feng Yi wake up, her pretty face was happy at first, and then she turned worried, and said in horror: "Sir, what's wrong with you?

Feng Yi slowly sat up, and suddenly the refreshment of the spiritual platform disappeared, but in an instant, he felt a little dizzy and swelling inexplicably.

He bit the tip of his tongue lightly, hoping that he would wake up as soon as possible, and when he inadvertently saw the bowl of medicinal soup in Zhao Wuwu's hand, he couldn't help frowning and said: "This decoction has the effect of replenishing qi and invigorating blood, but how can there be a strong smell of blood?"

Zhao Wuwu looked at the decoction in the bowl, and couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and his lips trembled lightly: "Sir, it's not good to be carefree." Wu Wu took a few drops of phoenix blood from his body, and then secretly added it to the decoction that Sister Lan decoction took his own initiative. ”

Feng Yi woke up in shock, and said in a daze: "The blood of the heavenly phoenix?

Zhao Wuwu's face turned pale, and his pretty eyes shot a look of trembling fear, and said, "Sir, you ...... Don't be scared. Didn't you say that the blood of the Heavenly Phoenix can cure your congenital old diseases?"

At this time, the effect of the blood of the heavenly phoenix was immediate.

Feng Yi had no time to pay attention to her, a painful look passed over his face, and he only felt that he had fallen into the volcano in an instant, his whole body burned, his head was swollen, especially his chest was stuffy and abnormal, and the meridians in his body seemed to be full of fierce anxiety and fire poison, rolling and moving.

He wanted to scream, but he couldn't, so he rolled on the bed.

Zhao Wuwu was so frightened that he cried loudly, threw away the medicine bowl, quickly hugged Feng Yi, who had begun to twitch, and immediately shouted out: "Sister Lan, Sister Lan, something happened to Mr., come in, hurry up!"

After Feng Yi, Lan Mo, and Shangguan Bupo returned from the Chaohuang Temple in the west of the village, the Shushan disciples still temporarily stayed in the Chao ancestral hall to recuperate, while the other villagers scattered home that day and began to clean up the ruins and rebuild their homes.

When Lan Mo heard the news, she flashed into the intensive care room like a movie in the blink of an eye, and when she suddenly saw this, her face instantly lost color, revealing grief and pity that could not be concealed.

Subsequently, the other Shushan disciples Shangguan Bupo, Qin Benzhen, Tu Jinqun, and Lin Xiaohao also rushed in one after another when they heard Zhao Wuwu's shouts.

Saving people is like fighting fire, let alone their great benefactor who is as kind as a mountain in Shushan?

There is blood spurting out of the mouth and nose of the seal, the color is slightly black, and there is a faint fishy smell.

Poisoning!

How can it be a symptom of poisoning?

Lan Mo tried her best to suppress the heart-rending grief in her heart, and stepped forward like a whirlwind, first feeding Feng Yi a self-medicated pill that could cure all kinds of poisons, then holding his wrist with one hand, two fingers on his wrist veins, and at the same time pondering and asking, "Princess, what did you eat for Mr. Feng?"

Zhao Wuwu hugged Feng Yi's body tightly, and his heart swelled with indescribable regret and grief, and he cried sadly: "I added a few drops of Tianfeng's blood to the decoction, and I heard that it can treat Mr.'s internal injuries." But, how can this be? Woo, I'm sorry I hurt my husband. ”

Lin Xiaohao was so angry that he stomped his feet and said angrily: "If Mr. Feng is dead, you say I'm sorry, what's the use." ”

Tu Jinqun was the first to calm down and shouted softly: "Don't be noisy, listen to what Lan Mo has to say first." ”

Lan Mo sat on the edge of the couch, closed her eyes and pondered, she knew that Feng Yi was at a critical moment of life and death, so she was no longer as anxious as before, and had regained her calm.

After carefully checking the pulse, she examined and tested the remaining decoction, and Lan Mo further confirmed her conclusion, and her heart suddenly set off a monstrous wave.

Someone poisoned, it's murder!

Who will it be?

Could it be that the ghost doctor is only in good condition, and he is still waiting for an opportunity nearby?

What is unbelievable is that the place where the medicine is decocted is in the ancestral hall, how did he unknowingly drop the poison into the medicine bowl?

Lan Mo was puzzled for a while.

Shangguan Bupo, who had the same idea as her, frowned slightly, looking for some clues and information in his mind.

In the extreme pain, Feng Yi's mind became clear, and he faintly felt that he was poisoned, but the strange thing was that the pain in the flesh gradually moved away, as if it was nothing to do, and the whole body was even more prostration, and there was a feeling that he couldn't feel the existence of the body, and suddenly he had a strong tendency to want to sleep, and his mind gradually blurred.

If death were like this, he would have nothing to fear, but would be at peace.

For death, he was also ready to meet it.

After a period of silence, Shangguan Bupo was still clueless, and when he saw Feng Yi's expression that was wrong, he hurriedly said, "Senior sister, what's wrong with Mr. Feng?

Lan Moqiao's eyes were as cold as frost, and she clenched her fists and gritted her teeth: "It's really ruthless! Mr. Feng should have been poisoned, and it was the poison of the first in the world." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked.

It is rumored that the bird was the top poisonous bird in ancient times, killing people and ghosts. Wherever it went, the trees died, the stones cracked, and the vipers immediately went limp, and even the breath left behind by the flight was suffocating.

In view of the harmfulness of the birds, the peacock king feather tribe killed and eliminated them in ancient times until they disappeared in the highest altitude of the birds. Nowadays, it is difficult to see the world again, and what is left behind is the terrifying legend.

According to historical records, the poison of the feather has not been abandoned since ancient times, but only occasionally appears in the sinister palace, as if it has become a royal thing, not only the underground judge of the "heavenly punishment power", but also the lucky darling of the dark power.

Lan Mo sighed faintly, and continued: "The poison of the feather can corrode the nerves, make people's facial features malfunctional, the meridians are blocked, and then the whole body is paralyzed. ”

An indescribable look flashed in Tu Jinqun's eyes, which quickly disappeared, and he frowned and said, "Senior sister, is there a way to save me now?"

Looking at Feng Yi's increasingly pale face, listening to his increasingly faint breathing, the blood on Lan Mo's face had already faded, he shook his head, and said helplessly: "There is no solution to the poison of the feathers. Even if Mr. Feng has not been poisonous since he was a child, it is difficult to resist in the face of the world's first poison. ”

Zhao Wuwu cried even more fiercely when he heard this, and even Lin Xiaohao cried sadly.

Crying in my ears.

Consciousness gradually returned to Feng Yi's mind, as if he had seen a little light from the absolute darkness where there was no light.

Stop bleeding from the mouth and nose and breathe steadily.

Then Feng Yi finally felt his body, an irresistible pulse qi, with the astonishing speed of lightning, spreading to every meridian and small meridian in the body, impacting every acupoint, that kind of pain is really not enough for outsiders.

What's going on?

Lan Mo looked at Feng Yi quietly, and found that he frowned from time to time, it seemed that even in a coma, he could feel endless pain. Intentionally or unintentionally, he put his two fingers on Feng Yi's wrist again, silently felt his pulse, frowned lightly, and then stretched, and suddenly his pretty eyes shot an unprecedented strange joy, and said in surprise: "It's really weird, Mr. Feng seems to be alive again." ”

Zhao Wuwu was stunned and said, "Really?"

Hearing this, the others were also surprised.

Lan Mo thought for a while, took a deep breath, and said with a little excitement: "This time it's really thanks to the princess's innate phoenix blood. Since ancient times, the poison of the blood has been known as the 'messenger of death', and it has always been incomprehensible. I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that phoenix blood can restrain and dissolve the poison of the feather. The reason why Mr. Feng spurted blood from his mouth and nose just now, and there was a fire in the meridians, was completely because it was detoxifying. Now that the poison has been resolved, Mr. Feng's life is safe. ”

A false alarm.

An accident was dramatically resolved, and everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhao Wuwu felt guilty and happy in his heart, and he barely showed a smile with trepidation.

Lan Mo looked at Feng Yi's closed eyes and pale cheeks, and after a moment of silence, she suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and hesitated: "But ......"

Everyone was nervous again, and their heartstrings tensed again.

Zhao Wuwu's budding smile suddenly stopped, and his mood was even heavier, could it be that there were any sequelae?

Lin Xiaohao was so nervous that he didn't dare to come out.

Tu Jinqun's expression was cold, his sword eyebrows were raised, and he said angrily: "Senior sister, can you finish the words at once?

Lan Mo was stunned for a long time, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her delicate and slender long eyebrows were raised upward, and she sighed gloomily: "Although Mr. Feng's life is fine, his meridians and acupoints have been affected by the poison of the feather and the innate phoenix blood. His meridians and acupoints have been much more fragile than ordinary people since he was a child, and now he has suffered from this catastrophe, even if the medicine king himself comes, he will not have the skills to return to the sky. There was a hint of pity in his eyes.

Everyone present was a cultivator since childhood, and of course they were well aware of the serious consequences of the destruction of the meridians and acupoints of the human body. This means being paralyzed, which means that you will have to spend your days in bed or in a wheelchair.

Anyone who hears such words will probably feel hopeless, and the atmosphere of depression and sadness will pervade again.

Qin Benzhen, who had not spoken, asked casually, "So serious?"

After a pause, he sighed and cried sadly: "Mr. Feng, your life is really bitter. The sky is ruthless, and the sky is jealous of talents!"

After being quiet for a while, at the signal of Tu Jinqun, everyone left the intensive care room with a heavy heart, leaving only Zhao Wuwu to accompany him.

Before leaving, Lan Mo cleaned the dirty blood on Feng Yi's face and advised, "Princess, you add another quilt to Mr. Feng." The morning rain and spring cold, the slightest carelessness will catch a cold, for his weak body, is not good. ”

Zhao Wuwu sat on the edge of the bed, gently held Feng Yi's hand, stared at it without blinking, didn't know what he was thinking, and hummed softly.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier.