Feng Yu didn't look back, and said, "You don't have to tidy up, it's not early, you can go back early."

Jing Shu said: "The slave's job is to sort out these collections, and sorting them out now is the same as tomorrow." ”

Feng Yu turned around, and just wanted to send her back, when he suddenly asked, "Have you read all the books here?"

Jing Shu said in a low voice: "I've seen some." ”

Feng Yu asked, "Then do you know the ghost gate?"

Jing Shu frowned and said, "I've heard it." ”

What? There really is this sect, Feng Yu hurriedly said: "Which sect is where?"

The Ghost Sect has worked particularly hard to hunt down and kill their martial arts clan since ancient times, and now if they find him, they will destroy him.

Jing Shu shook his head, "The Ghost Sect is a small sect in the east of the human world, and it is good at using poison, so it is intolerable by many sects. ”

"Some time ago, the Ghost Gate was pursued by a group of heroes and was rescued by the general. It's good to settle in now. ”

After hearing these words, Feng Yu instantly thundered, and the ghost gate was chased by the group of heroes, and was saved by Uncle Martial Dao?

Who should I save but save this scourge?

Feng Yu immediately asked, "Jing Shu, do you know where those people from the Ghost Gate are now?"

Jing Shu said: "This is a secret in the army, and the slave doesn't know it." ”

Feng Yu stood up, and the book and jade slip rolled to the ground. He walked to the window next to the library.

Anyway, now I'm back in antiquity. Since the Ghost Gate Slaughter Martial Dao lineage later, then I will let you disappear from this world.

A cold glint flashed in Feng Yu's eyes.

Smack! Wind Feather turned and rushed, and with the sound of porcelain shattering, he bumped into another person.

"Ahh

Feng Yu's clothes were all wet, and there were wisps of medicinal fragrance on his clothes.

Seeing Jing Shu's frightened and helpless face, Feng Yu said, "Get up." It's okay. ”

Jing Shu knelt on the side, picking up the fallen debris, Feng Yu looked at her, and wondered, "Are you sick?"

Jing Shu bowed his head and said, "The slave maid saw that the Holy Son had a problem on his hands before, as if he had been poisoned by the Spirit Devouring Demon Tree. I boiled a bowl of detoxification soup. ”

Feng Yu wondered, I have a problem with my hands? He rolled up his sleeve, and a large black spot was particularly eye-catching. This is the poison of the Soul Eater Tree that he suppressed!

Then, he thought that he had lifted other people's curls in the morning, and it must have been Jing Shu who saw his arm at that time.

Thinking of this, Feng Yu blushed and said, "Oh, then how do you know what poison I have?"

Jing Shu was still immersed in picking up pieces of broken porcelain, and said, "I usually read some books in the library and learned some alchemy. ”

"The symptoms of the Holy Son are exactly the same as those depicted in the jade slip. It's just that the Holy Son suppressed this poison with his profound cultivation. ”

"But, in the long run. If the poison spreads, it will be difficult to cure. Therefore, the slave maid boiled a bowl of medicine for the Holy Son without authorization. ”

After hearing this, Feng Yu's heart warmed, and he smiled: "It's okay, you go back first." As punishment for you bumping into me. You can boil me another bowl of medicine tomorrow. ”

When Jing Shu heard the word "punishment", the handkerchief wrapped in the broken porcelain pieces shook, and the broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the ground.

Jingshu's hand was cut open.

Feng Yu walked over, took Jing Shu's hand, and wisps of Dao power flowed through.

The wound on Jing Shu's hand healed quickly, and this hand was as slender as jade, like a naturally carved jade.

Jing Shu's arms stretched out straight, and her body was more than half a meter away from Feng Yu, and she was very afraid of Feng Yu.

After treating Jing Shu's wound, Feng Yu stepped back some distance on his own. He knew that Jing Shu had a great prejudice against him because of the events of the morning.

He didn't mind, he turned to the side and glanced at the library.

Now that he's back, he still has to read more books, and he hates less when books are used, and he fully understands this truth.

Before, a hundred poisonous palms were helpless, but now there are tens of thousands of detoxification cheats here, to say the least.

Feng Yu casually read a few books, and then he was startled.

This collection of books is too rich, isn't it? Usually what comes on the table are thousands of years and tens of thousands of years of incurable diseases.

Moreover, the "strange poison" that cannot find the antidote for hundreds of years is directly explained in these antidote cheats. This poison is too low-end to be explained.

This is not the point, the focus is on the general strange poison and incurable diseases, and he prescribes several prescriptions.

Finally, it reads at the end of the book.

Leng has been reading poison all his life, and he thinks that his medical skills and poison skills are enough to cross the human world.

Because Leng firmly believes that there is no wound in this world that cannot be cured, there is no disease that cannot be cured, and there is no poison that cannot be cured.

In the world, there are injuries that cannot be cured, diseases that cannot be cured, and poisons that cannot be cured, all of which are beyond the power of the world.

Only self-confidence can achieve supreme medical results. Cold Seven Kills.

When Feng Yu saw this name, his doubts were relieved. It turned out to be the work of Leng Qizhi.

No wonder he unceremoniously said that his medical path and poison path can cross the human world.

He does have this ability, because he is a double saint of healing and poison in the human world.

There is a famous saying in the rivers and lakes: When the poison saint shoots, no one can leave, and the medical saint shoots, but he can't leave if he wants to.

However, this medical saint has always been a dragon with no end in sight, and the human world is so big that no one can find his trace.

These books, which were his last works, were all collected by the Holy Palace.

Feng Yu closed the book, and the four big characters of the "Medical Poison Bible" danced with dragons and phoenixes. It is not difficult to see that this is Leng Qi's own handwriting.

Feng Yu reopened the book and carefully flipped through the book page by page.

If there are some things he can't understand, he will check other medical books, corroborate each other, and scrutinize each other.

It didn't take long for a huge pile of books to rise behind him.

Smack! Wind Feather threw a book backwards, and he had already read the "Poison Bible". Before he knew it, the books behind him were piled up more than two feet.

A maid was kneeling behind, carefully arranging the books.

Feng Yu looked down and said with a smile: "Jingshu, don't tidy up, go back and rest, and see that the sky is almost bright." ”

Jing Shu raised his head and said in surprise, "Holy Son, you have been here for five days and five nights. ”

Feng Yu was surprised, he had been here for five days and five nights, no mistake.

Jing Shu looked at Feng Yu's eyes a little dodgy, and said, "The slave maid saw that the Holy Son had been reading intently, and she didn't dare to take the liberty of disturbing. ”

Feng Yu smiled: "In other words, you have been sorting out the books here for five days and five nights?"

Jing Shu's eyes were a little dodgy, and she said in a low voice: "This is the slave's duty, and the slave doesn't dare to slack off." ”

Feng Yu said: "Okay, you go back to rest first, here I will let the other subordinates sort it out." ”

Feng Yu strode forward as he spoke, and Jing Shu suddenly shouted, "Holy Son." ”

Wind Feather stopped, "What's wrong?"

Jing Shu said: "You said that the slave will be punished and will make you a bowl of medicinal soup." The soup is still warm in the dining room. ”

"Okay, you can bring it. "Feng Yu said.

From this quiet words and deeds, Feng Yu guessed that this woman must have suffered a lot.

So he developed the current well-behaved Vino temperament.

Jing Shu hurriedly ran back, brought the medicinal soup to Feng Yu, and then tasted it in front of Feng Yu. Wind Feather knew she was testing the medicine.

Feng Yu took the bowl of medicine and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Actually, in the Holy Palace, there are not so many rules. ”

"It's not necessary to test the medicine or something, who would dare to come to the Holy Palace to poison him? Even if he is poisoned, the cultivation of the guards here is profound, and no matter how powerful the poison is, it can be forced out. ”

Jing Shu smiled, and she said, "Holy Son, if the poisoner puts in poison that makes people lose their cultivation at the same time as poisoning, then this person will have nothing to do?"

Feng Yu nodded, "Makes sense." ”

I have to say that this quiet comfort is as fine as dust, and Rao is Fengyu didn't expect this layer.

Moreover, their Holy Palace has never had any medicine testers.

As Feng Yu said, who dares to come to his holy palace to find fault, isn't this looking for death?

The power of the medicine gradually took off, and the black on Feng Yu's arm gradually faded, and after a while, his arm returned to its original state.

He glanced at Jing Shu a few times, her medical cultivation was really unimaginable.

Wind Feather walked over slowly, and suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something.

At once, he rushed to the side of a scroll of stars.

A hexagon surrounded by six stars, and in the center of this hexagon there is a particularly bright star.

The starry sky is as vast as the sea, and it is as breathtaking as the starry sky really exists in this painting.

This is the star field he saw in Zhonghuang Mountain, and it is also the star field that Manzhu Shahua looked at after he fell.

Feng Yu touched the painting and said, "Jing Shu, do you know the origin of this painting?"

Jing Shu shook his head, "This painting was painted by the Holy Lord, and it has been placed here. ”

Was it painted by his father? Feng Yu had a flash of inspiration in his head, Manzhu Shahua, Seven Star Domain, Martial Dao Xuangong.

All of this seems to be inextricably linked, but Wind Feather is unpredictable.

"Manju Sahua. Wind Feather whispered.

Jing Shu asked, "Holy Son, what did you say?"

Feng Yu said: "It's nothing, I want to go out for a while." ”

Saying that, Feng Yu walked out, he wanted to check the matter of the ghost gate, if the ghost gate was now in his hands, then hehe.

Feng Yu summoned a few guards and asked, "Do you know where the ghost sect people taken in by Uncle Martial Arts are?"

One of the guards said: "I don't know, the people in the ghost sect usually have a lot of grievances in the rivers and lakes, so the general said that he would hide their true identities and reuse them." ”

Feng Yu hurriedly said: "So, you don't know anymore?"

The guard said, "My subordinates don't know. ”

Feng Yu asked, "Then who knows?"

The guards shook their heads, the answer they gave to Feng Yu was that the general knew.

Feng Yu frowned, if I could find Uncle Martial Dao, would I still ask you?

What kind of person is Uncle Wudao's move, a group of despicable villains who are spurned by the rivers and lakes, and they are trying to protect them in every possible way.

for fear that they will be harmed by others. Uncle Martial Dao, don't you know, this group of guys has been chasing and killing the Martial Dao clan for hundreds of thousands of years later!

Feng Yu gave an order to ask them to strictly investigate the people in the ghost sect of the martial arts clan, and report it quickly as soon as there was news.

A few guards went down, and Feng Yu was bored, so he picked up the "Medical Poison Bible" in his hand.

"Subordinates, see the Son. One of the guards half-knelt down.

Feng Yu closed the book, "It's Brother Wuquan, what's the matter?"

Wu Quan is the head of the guard in the Holy Palace, and he is now in charge of protecting Feng Yu's safety.