In the boat, Lin Zhengjun and Fu Qingyun were sleeping in a drowsy state, and the man in blue fell heavily into the boat, Lin Zhengjun woke up in shock, and looked at the man in blue covered in blood in amazement, at a loss.

The man in blue tore the sleeves off his clothes, bandaged the two more serious wounds, and hugged his fists to Lin Zhengjun and said, "Excuse me." ”

Lin Zhengjun replied nervously: "No...... It's okay. ”

The man in blue turned a little pale, looked at Fu Qingyun, who was lying on Lin Zhengjun's lap covered in blood, and asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"My brother is injured. Lin Zhengjun said timidly.

"Can you save my brother, he's badly wounded. ”

The man in blue shook his head, moved a step and sat down in front of Lin Zhengjun, stretched out his hand to probe Fu Qingyun's heart, frowned and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry, I don't have any medicine on me." ”

The man in blue then carefully looked at the arrow behind Fu Qingyun, and saw that the clothes around the arrow were stained with a pool of black blood, and said in surprise: "Your brother is a poison dart, looking at the color of the blood, this poison is not simple." ”

Lin Zhengjun cried when he heard this. The man in blue sighed and asked, "Little brother, where are you going?"

"We don't know where to go?" Lin Zhengjun said blankly.

"In this case, your brother was injured by a poisoned arrow, it is better to go to our village, maybe your brother can still be saved. The young man in blue spoke very politely.

"Okay!" Lin Zhengjun turned his sadness into joy.

The man in blue and Lin Zhengjun took turns paddling along the river to the depths of the mountains.

Seeing that Fu Qingyun's eyes were still closed, Lin Zhengjun took some water from the river from time to time and put it on his purple black lips, feeling worried.

Seeing that the sun was gradually turning westward, the boat turned into a small river that was not wide, and the mountains on both sides gradually became steeper. The peaks in the distance are lined up, the peaks are covered with snow, like a screen like a barrier, the smoke and clouds change, like a wrong step into a fairy homeland.

In the narrow river of the driving about a light of tea, see the cliff in front of the river straight into the river, suspected to be the mountain and water, to get closer to see, a black karst cave on the cliff, bottomless, can only allow a small boat to pass.

Chu Wenjing rowed the boat without hesitation and cautiously leaned towards the cave. After entering the cave, the light in front of me became weaker and weaker, and after a while, it became pitch black in front of me. Chu Wenjing no longer used his sword to paddle the water, but just used his sword to push the cave walls on both sides, and heard the crisp sound of the water droplets falling into the river on the top of the cave, which was quiet and deep.

Lin Zhengjun had never seen this scene, and he was a little scared in his heart, and asked, "Brother Wen Jing, is this going to the center of the earth?"

"This is a secret passage, which leads directly to our Chu Ji Villa, and it is difficult for outsiders to find out. This dark passage runs through the cave and is about 100 zhang long. There is also a hidden path on the mountain that leads to the village, but it is much more difficult than this secret path. Chu Wenjing said.

The waterway was deep and narrow, and after about half an hour of driving in the dark waterway where you could not see your fingers, the light gradually appeared in front of you, and the surface of the river became wider.

Out of the hole, a magnificent scene appeared in front of me. I saw a moon-bud-shaped lake between the mountains and mountains, with a vast surface, swaying waves, and the same color of water and sky. A waterfall between the steep walls of the mountains in the distance hangs down, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, flashing with faint colors and sending out a murmuring thunder. On one side of the lakeshore, a relatively flat valley is surrounded by mountains, and the valley is criss-crossed, and on the other side is like a checkerboard grid, and all kinds of crops fluctuate with the breeze. At the foot of the mountains, under the shade of verdant mountains and forests, a mountain villa with white walls and gray tiles is built on the mountain, and the ears can hear the cicadas singing and the dogs barking, a peaceful scene.

Approaching the shore of the lake, I saw a flat road paved with bluestone, leading straight to the villa from the lake; in front of the villa, a huge stone was written on the "Chu Halberd Villa" several big characters, the golden light was shining, and the font was vigorous and powerful.

Seeing the boat on the lake coming, a few young people had already flown over from the villa, picked up Chu Wenjing, hugged Fu Qingyun, and hurriedly ran to the villa.

......

In a small courtyard, Fu Qingyun and Chu Wenjing slept on the sickbed, and Lin Zhengjun guarded them. The old man with gray hair and kind eyebrows leaned over to probe his pulse, his brows tightly locked.

The courtyard is clean and tidy, and a plaque is hung on the lintel of the main house, and there are three thick characters of "Divine Medical Hall" written on it.

At this time, four people hurriedly came in from outside the door, the first one was dressed in a royal blue Luo Qi robe, sixty miles away, followed by a middle-aged man of about fifty years, with a beard, a wide forehead and a big face, and a simple and honest appearance; finally, a man and a woman entered, the man's face was cold and angular, and the woman's eyes were clear, and she had a peugeot melon seed face, and her dark blue tight-fitting clothes gave people a sense of ability.

"Wenjing!" As soon as the four of them stepped through the door, the man at the head called anxiously.

"Master!" Chu Wenjing hurriedly struggled from the sickbed, and the man at the head stretched out his hand to stop.

"Uncle Song, how is the senior brother?" asked the Peugeot woman eagerly.

Song Bodao: "Wen Jing's injuries are not light, fortunately, they are all external injuries, but they have lost too much blood, and they must be well recuperated." The little brother who came with Wenjing was seriously injured, and it would be difficult to recover for a while, and what was even worse was that he was poisoned by arrows, and he needed to be diagnosed in detail. ”

Hearing this, the four of them looked at Fu Qingyun with tense expressions.

At this time, Fu Qingyun was still unconscious, his lips were black, and his face was pale. Song Bo had already fed Fu Qingyun a dose of internal injury medicine, and examined the poisoned arrow on Fu Qingyun's back in detail.

Song Bo dipped a little blood stain on his back with a white cloth, sniffed it, his face changed slightly, and hurriedly instructed a girl beside him: "Wantong, take the fairy crane herbal powder." ”

Song Bo took out a piece of white cloth again, wrapped it in his hand, carefully pulled out the poisoned arrow from Fu Qingyun's back, applied the herbal powder taken by the girl to stop the bleeding, and put on painkillers and began to bandage it.

Fu Qingyun snorted in pain and woke up leisurely.

"Brother, you're awake. Lin Zhengjun waited by the side, and when he saw Fu Qingyun wake up, he hurriedly held Fu Qingyun's hand and called.

At this time, it was getting late, and Song Bo approached the oil lamp with a poisoned arrow to observe carefully. Chu Wenjing half-sat up from the sickbed and introduced Lin Zhengjun and Fu Qingyun to everyone one by one. Lin Zhengjun saluted one by one, and Fu Qingyun could only show with his eyes.

Several people in the hall are Chu Tiangui, the owner of the village, and the master of Chu Wutang, and also the master of Chu Wenjing, with a square face, gray hair, and a kind complexion; a face with cheeks and a bronzed complexion is the sovereign Shizhong of Fenggu Hall; a young man and a woman, about early twenties, are Chu Junxin and Chu Xueyi of Chu Wutang, looking at the eyes of the two, they seem to be lovers, but they are talented and beautiful, and they are very matched; Song Bo is the master of the Divine Doctor Hall, and he is the same age as Chu Tiangui; Song Bo's granddaughter, Song Wantong, is beautiful and shy, with beautiful eyebrows and beautiful eyes, red lips and white teeth, although she is still young, she is a standard beauty embryo。

Song Bo took the poisoned arrow and observed it for a long time, and carefully put it into another jade bottle next to him, which was filled with purple medicinal liquid.

After a few moments, the purple liquid began to tumble and boil, crackling like a fried praying mantis, followed by a cloud of black mist emerging from the mouth of the bottle.

When the black gas dissipated, everyone took a closer look, only to see a layer of black viscous material floating on the liquid medicine, like a dead little bug.

"I haven't seen this poison for more than ten years, but I didn't expect it to appear in the rivers and lakes again today, and it seems that the cult is about to make waves again. Song Bo exclaimed.

"What kind of poison is this, related to a cult?" asked Chu Tiangui, the owner of the village.

Song Bo gave a look, led Chu Tiangui and the others out of the hall, came to the outer courtyard of the Divine Medicine Hall, and whispered: "If it is not bad as expected, this poison is specially cultivated by the Golden Crow Sect, and the moon-looking insect that is famous in the rivers and lakes has changed color!"

"Elder Song may cure this poison?" Chu Tiangui asked.

Song Bo shook his head: "This poison is caused by a small insect like the Moon Mochizuki insect, and the medicine stone is useless at all." The Mochizuki insect was obtained from the Western Regions by the Golden Crow Sect back then, fed and cultivated with human blood, and its size was only 1/10,000th the size of a flea. Once the body is injured, the Mochizuki insect will travel through the bloodstream into the human lungs. This poisonous insect usually lurks in the lungs, wakes up on the night of the full moon, escapes from the lungs, devours the flesh and muscles in the body, and reproduces. Those who are hit by this poisonous insect will suffer from the pain of ten thousand snakes and ten thousand ants, until finally the intestines are rotten and they die. ”

Everyone was secretly frightened, and looked back at Fu Qingyun with pity. Chu Xueyi asked with a sad face: "It's the fifth day of the first lunar month, and the moon will be full in ten days, isn't it ......?"

"Now the number of small poisonous insects in Qingyun's body is still small, and the impact on the body is not great, and it can still be tolerated, once the reproduction increases, it will no longer be able to return to the sky. Song Bo said gloomily: "This poison is unique to the Jinwu Sect, after the Jinwu Sect rebelled against Wang Mang's regime, it used this poison to kill many loyal ministers and righteous people who opposed Wang Mang's regime, and everyone talked about poison and changed color. After Wang Mang sat down in the country, he was worried about arousing public anger, and this poison did not reappear in the rivers and lakes, but he did not expect to see this poison harm people again today. ”

Fu Qingyun lay quietly on the bed, Song Bo and a few people were talking in the courtyard, although his voice was small, but his facial features were sharp after watching the lotus, and the conversation between several people was clearly heard.

Fu Qingyun thought in his heart, according to what Song Bo said, this moon-gazing insect lurks on weekdays, and only comes out on the night of the full moon, it should be a kind of thing called "bacteria" in later generations, but this bacteria is very stubborn and domineering, just like HIV, it is difficult to eradicate.

Fu Qingyun sighed secretly in his heart, he didn't expect the change of time and space, and he was still so ill-fated. But after thinking about it, I was a dead person, and I made a mistake to let myself live for so long, and it is reasonable for God to take back this little life now. Thinking like this in my heart, I am calm and no longer entangled.

"Then how long does he have left?" asked Chu Tiangui.

"It's not more than a year. Song Bo sighed: "At present, I can only use medicine to reduce the pain of poisonous insects as much as possible, and there is no other way." ”

Chu Tiangui, the owner of the village, also sighed: "At a young age, it is really sad to suffer such bad luck." Then let him be a helper in your Divine Medicine Hall, so that it is convenient to treat him in time. ”

Chu Wenjing saw a few people whispering outside, his expression was solemn, and he expected that Fu Qingyun's poisoning was not good, so he comforted: "Qingyun, Song Bo is the descendant of the Song family of Chudi's divine doctor family, with excellent medical skills and countless living people. With Uncle Song here, as long as there is still a breath of air, you will definitely be able to survive this catastrophe safely. ”

Lin Zhengjun also comforted: "Brother, your face has improved a lot, it seems that the medicinal properties are working." ”

Fu Qingyun smiled bitterly and nodded, signaling not to worry.

Ten years later, Chu Wenjing basically recovered and left the Divine Medical Hall, while Fu Qingyun continued to stay in the Divine Medical Hall and helped Song Wantong sort the herbs together.