The old man sat on the Taishi chair, swaying gently, holding a teacup in his hand, and taking a sip from time to time. And his eyes were staring out the window, of course, not at the scenery, but at the disciples on the martial arts training ground.

Obviously, the old man has been sitting here for a long time, and he has also seen the competition between Morning Wind and Ma Wei.

Ignoring the group of inner disciples on the martial arts training ground, the old man turned his head to look at Ma Wei's figure sweeping into the distance, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and he said softly: "The disciples of this session are not bad! Especially this one, this kid seems to be a disciple of Yunyang, well, not bad." ”

The old man looked at Ma Wei's back, nodded approvingly, and praised: "It's been a long time since there have been such excellent disciples in the inner gate, and it hasn't been long since I broke through the seventh order of quenching the body, and I can actually successfully cultivate martial arts, and I have also successfully cultivated a first-grade middle-level martial art, which is really a genius!"

The old man looked at Ma Wei's gaze, full of approval, if that smile was seen by someone familiar with him, he would definitely be surprised, who could make him nod and praise!

He just said Yunyang, and Ma Wei's master is called Yue Yunyang, listening to his tone as if he was praising a junior, he knew that his identity must be extraordinary in the Purple Sky Cangyun Sect.

The old man took another sip of wine from the teacup, turned his head to look at Chenfeng and Li Qingling, his eyes full of approval condensed, the wrinkles on his face were wrinkled together, and even the hand holding the teacup was slightly clenched.

"This kid, if I'm not mistaken, should have been brought back by Yiran. The old man thought for a while and whispered: "Both parents died, and for this reason, Yiran also hitched a ride with his five-year-old son." ”

"This kid is very strange!"

The old man said heavily: "This kid's last move just now was to use spiritual power, and he didn't have a spiritual power seed in his body, and he didn't break through the seventh order. It's strange, that move seems to be a martial art. ”

The old man frowned, as if he had thought of something, and said excitedly: "There is no breakthrough, the spiritual power gathers in the body independently, and he seems to have comprehended the martial arts himself...... He...... Wicked!".

"Great, great, God help me Purple Sky Cangyun Sect, hahahaha!"

The old man suddenly laughed, but with his wrinkled face, it was not strange to look at.

Fortunately, no one generally comes to the building of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which was originally the room of the Town Scripture Pavilion, and has also been modified by the old man as his own home, and the sound insulation effect is not bad, otherwise the old man will suddenly laugh, and he will definitely scold a "madman".

The old man's laughter stopped, he gently stroked the rim of the teacup with his right hand, and after thinking about it, he muttered to himself, "It seems that I have to prepare something." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man drank the wine in the cup in one gulp, and turned the teacup upside down on the tray with his backhand.

In a flash, the figure of the old man disappeared in the room, and there seemed to be no one in the quiet small room, only the gently swaying Taishi chair proved that someone had just sat here.

The sun of the early days shone on the Taishi's chair, and there was no old man in the small room of the Scripture Pavilion.

And this morning breeze was supported by Li Qingling back to the residence, and was helped by Li Qingling to lie down on the bed.

The residences of the outer disciples of the Purple Sky Cangyun Sect are all very simple. Morrowind's abode was a one-bedroom living room, with only a table and a few chairs in the hall.

In Morrowind's bedroom, a cry of pain was heard. Chenfeng was lying on the bed, the tattered clothes that had been changed after fighting with Ma Wei, and at this time Chenfeng was covered with bandages, revealing half of his body.

And Li Qingling was naturally medicating Chenfeng, but he was ......

"Ling'er, tap... Tap, hiss, it hurts!" the morning breeze sweated on the top of his head, and he kept inhaling the cold air.

"Oh, Brother Feng, bear with it, why is a big man so afraid of pain. Li Qingling responded dissatisfiedly, obviously Chenfeng shouted because she was not satisfied with her "craftsmanship", and the little girl was very unhappy now!

"I ...... I...... I also want to endure it, but are you medicated, you are obviously playing with the wound, it was originally just a small mouth, but now it has become a big mouth..."Chenfeng's face is aggrieved!

When Li Qingling heard this, a blush on his little face climbed to the root of his ears, and muttered, "I...... It's also the first time I've drugged someone else, and it's normal to not know, so why are you yelling, hum!".

You drugged someone for the first time, and then turned my small injury into a big one, girl, is this a reason?

Chenfeng thought bitterly, and his heart was even more depressed.

However, what is even more terrifying is not the problem of the wound, but that Li Qingling does not know medicine at all!

"Brother Feng, Brother Feng, what is this?" Li Qingling took a small green medicine bottle and asked curiously: "This is also medicine, well, Brother Feng, if you are injured, drink this!"

"Huh...... Heh". Looking at Li Qingling's look of thinking about him, the corners of Chenfeng's mouth twitched, and he pointed to the small green medicine bottle and said, "Ling'er, that's external!"

"Uh......" Li Qingling looked at the medicine bottle in his hand in embarrassment, and immediately put it away.

Then I picked up a small white medicine bottle, opened the cap, and just wanted to reach in and click on it. When Chenfeng saw it, he immediately got up, turned over his hand and snatched the medicine bottle, and said to Li Qingling seriously.

"Girl, are you here to make trouble......? Kindness...... It's a medicine that can't be touched, and only when you touch it or ask about the taste, I can't guarantee what will happen later. ”

Chenfeng looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, as well as Li Qingling's young but attractive figure, and swallowed.

But Li Qingling obviously ignored Chenfeng's strange expression, and still buried his head in Chenfeng's small medicine box.

Suddenly, Li Qingling picked up a red medicine bottle and asked, "Brother Feng, this... This is taken internally, isn't it?".

Morrowind glanced at the red medicine bottle, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"Internally is internal, but ......".

"Okay, I've finally found the right one, you're drinking, drinking!"

Before Chenfeng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Li Qingling. Seeing that he had finally found the right one, he hurriedly handed the small medicine bottle to Chenfeng.

Chenfeng's face turned pale, he hadn't finished speaking, this internal administration is internal, but this is poison!

At the beginning, Morrowind often took on some very difficult tasks in the Falling Snow Pavilion, so he spent a lot of money to buy this ghost scatter.

It is said that this is made of hundreds of poisonous insects and poisonous herbs, and if you get it during the Naling period, you will die.

However, because Morrowind always wants to rely on his own strength to complete the task, although he has been seriously injured many times, Morrowind can't insist on not using this poison at the last moment. So, until now, Morrowind has not seen the power of this medicine.

Could it be that the first time I saw the power was in myself?

I saw Li Qingling unhappily handed over the medicine bottle because he had been trained many times, and made an expression of "If you don't drink, I'll be angry".

Chenfeng suddenly had black lines on his head, and shouted in his heart: Do I have to drink poison in order to coax you!!