Seeing the anticipation in the eyes of >the night and the flames, Qu Yang sighed and said to the two: "The medical fairy couple are Qu's master and wife, and the ice spirit in the lord's body is a colorless, tasteless, chronic and deadly poison refined by the two of them when they were young. ”

In this way, it is not an exaggeration for the people of the rivers and lakes to use the "Soul Locking Pill" to describe its toxicity! ”

Flame asserted with hatred in his eyes.

Qu Yang nodded, and continued: "Once, because of the anger of the master and the master, the ice spirit fell into the rivers and lakes, and when the master found out, it was too late. Later, the master knew the stakes and blamed herself, and died depressed. And the master loves the master, after the master goes, the body is not as good as day by day, and when he is leaving, he calls me and my sister to the bed and talks about the past. ”

"Then why can't Qu Lao solve the poison of this ice spirit?"

Yan couldn't understand, since the medical immortal couple were Qu Yang's master and wife, why he didn't know how to refine the antidote to the ice spirit.

Therefore, he looked at Qu Yang with doubts in his eyes and asked.

"I think the master has his concerns. However, later, the master left the junior sister alone in the house, if I guessed correctly, the master and his old man must have taught the refining and reconciliation method of the ice spirit to the younger junior sister. ”

"That old little junior sister, where is she now?"

"Back to the Lord, don't your subordinates know?" Qu Yang clenched his fists and looked at Ye Ye with an apologetic face, "After burying the master and his old man, the little junior sister disappeared. ”

Qu Yang's words fell, and the eyes of Ye Ye and Yan showed a gloomy color.

"Senior sister's name and surname, can Qu Lao easily say it in the book?"

With the connections of "Qingfeng Building", it should not be difficult to find someone, so he will ask Qu Yang, the name and surname of his little sister.

"Why not?" Qu Yang knew the meaning of the night's words, stroked his sleeves, and said, "Qu's little sister's maiden name is Yun Qinghong. When he said the word "Yun Qinghong", the expression on Qu Yang's face became very soft.

I don't know how well she has lived over the years? The throbbing of his youth is now in Qu Yang's heart, and there is a momentum of recovery.

Creation made people go, so that he and his little sister missed a marriage.

Qu Yang sighed regretfully in his heart.

"Lord, do you want your subordinates to fly pigeons and pass the book now, and explain to the masters of the various branches in the building?" Flame clenched his fists and asked for the opinion of the night.

He couldn't wait for a moment, since he had a glimmer of hope that he could completely dissolve the ice spirit in his family master's body, even if he turned this continent upside down, he had to find out the descendant of the medical immortal "Yun Qinghong".

After glancing at the determined look in Yanyan's eyes, he said "um" in the night, and then looked at Qu Yang, "Lao Qu is tired of painting a portrait of Senior Sister Ling, so that they can go to find Senior Sister Ling." ”

"Yes, Lord."

Qu Yang took the order, walked to the table, twisted his eyebrows and thought about it, picked up the pen and depicted it on the paper, half a cup of tea passed, Qu Yang put away the pen, picked up the portrait of the woman on the table, and said to the night: "More than 20 years have passed, if Qu's little sister is still in this world, her appearance will change somewhat, so ......"

The corners of his lips pulled up a faint smile, "I know this book, Qu Lao doesn't have to mind." ”

Yan stood up at the signal of the night's eyes, took the portrait in Qu Yang's hand, and arched his hand: "Lord, my subordinates are going." ”

"Go ahead."

When the flame disappeared from the house, he thanked Qu Yang at night: "Thank you Qu Lao for applying needles to this book in the past few years." ”

"Qu is ashamed, and he deserves this thanks." Qu Yang took the bedside cloth, wiped away the cold sweat oozing from the corners of his forehead for the night, and said to himself: "If Qu is more proficient in medical skills, the Lord will not have to suffer from this bone-eroding pain every month." ”

"Benshang, no, it's okay!"

The cold sweat that continued to soak from the corners of his forehead, as well as the tight sound of the black iron chains tied to his body, all showed that he was suffering great pain in his body at the moment.

(After reading the article, add an impression, there is wood?) Hands up, birds, please! ）