In the cultivation realm, the medical saint martial arts are good doctors, and the poison god Wei Qingyun is good at poison, and the two can be regarded as inherently incompatible. Moreover, although the martial arts person is a holy hand of medical dao, like Wei Qingyun, his cultivation is not very profound, and he is not even a third-rate master.

It is said that more than 30 years ago, the martial arts people went to the mountains to collect medicine, and happened to meet Wei Qingyun, who was looking for poisonous weeds.

The two slept together, chatting freely for more than half a month, when the two of them took wormwood as the incense, the mountain spring as the wine, and prepared to worship the handle, only to remember that they still don't know each other's names, the two looked at each other and smiled, didn't care, and knelt down to the sky and bowed to the sky.

"My martial arts martial arts people, today I am a good friend, I kneel for half a month, I think I am a confidant, so I sacrifice to the sky to know my mind, become brothers with different surnames, and be blessed with the same hardships, do not seek to be born on the same day and the same month in the same year, but to be born in the same year and the same month and **, if you violate this oath, the heavens and the earth will be destroyed, and you will no longer live forever!"

The martial arts man's white-like personality was the first to report his own name, and he also made a passionate tirade.

It's just that when Wei Qingyun heard him report his name, his face showed a strange look

"Today is a good friend, become a brother, I am blessed and I enjoy, and he should be in trouble, I don't want to live together, but I beg him to die early, Licheng, and Wei Qingyun!"

The martial artist tilted his head and was stunned for a long time, and suddenly his face changed: "You are the poison god Wei Qingyun!"

"Yes, big brother!" Wei Qingyun gave him a gentle smile.

The martial artist fell to the ground as soon as it was dark in front of him, and he heard a beautiful self-muttering before he fainted.

"I'll stomp you to death"

Poison gods can poison people and heal people, and martial arts people have nothing else except for that shallow cultivation, and they don't even have any means of attack, so they can't complain that they will fall in love with Wei Qingyun's way.

I don't know how long it took to do it, the martial arts people woke up in a daze, only to feel that the whole body was sore, especially how the old face felt as if it was pasted with a layer of pigskin, and he staggered up and walked to the river, only to see a person standing in the reflection in the water, a pig's head and a pig's brain, the whole body was stripped naked, small ribs were one by one, and the old bird lowered his head and eyes

"Wei Qingyun, insult me like this, the old man and you don't share the sky"

Martial arts people are full of grievances and have nowhere to vent, so they have to look up to the sky and scold angrily, tears streaming down their faces, don't bully people like this, you bastard, you will slip away after beating people, and Lao Tzu can't find anyone if he wants to take revenge

After finding a few leaves and vines and weaving a grass skirt, the martial artist went home with a face full of teeth.

It's just that for some reason, since I came back, every time I urinate, my lower body is like a needle prick, and the pain is unbearable, at first the martial arts people thought they were on fire, and drank a few more cups of homemade health tea every day, but they didn't get better for a long time, and the martial arts people remembered that it must be Wei Qingyun who did something.

It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself, perhaps this sentence is more appropriate to describe a martial arts person, who has been stuffy in the house for more than ten days, but found that his body has no signs of poisoning, but the problem of egg pain has not improved.

The martial arts man gritted his teeth, but also with Wei Qingyun, where he heard that the poisonous god haunted, he ran to where, you poisoned me and I will cure the disease, a never-ending posture, especially when he met Wei Qingyun again, after being flattened once, he was more attentive, and gradually put the name of this medical saint "deeply rooted in the hearts of the people".

Egg pain is not a disease, it hurts really badly.

For thirty years, martial arts people have even quit homemade health tea, just to reduce the number of times he goes to the toilet, but even so, he is still in dire straits for the past thirty years, and every time he feels that his lower body is full, he sweats, and if he has a choice, he is willing to suffocate to death.

Of course, these are all jokes and conversations in Wei Qingyun's spare time, and Mo Wen can also hear a rough idea, so in this cultivation realm, there are only three people who know the troubles of the Dao martial arts, himself, Wei Qingyun and Mo Wen.

The scene shifts back to the inner courtyard of the samurai family.

The martial artist was questioned by Mo Wen, and he was speechless, as if he really ruined the life of a little girl in a heinous manner, but this feeling was only fleeting, and the martial artist instantly regained his clarity.

"No matter what you say, the old man said that if you don't cure it, you can't cure it!" the martial arts man rolled his eyes and played a scoundrel.

"Is it really incurable?" Mo Wen said as he inspected the martial artist's body.

"Incurable!"

"Xiaoxing, cover your eyes!" Mo Wen lowered his head and smiled.

Ye Xiaoxing glanced at Mo Wen suspiciously, and then covered his eyes with obedient hands.

Just when the martial arts man was strange, he suddenly felt a darkness in front of him, and a huge fist came towards him.

"Ouch, you eight cubs, you dare to beat the old man!" the martial artist covered his nosebleed and looked incredulous.

"It's you who fights, I'll trample you to death"

This tone is so familiar, yes, that's what Wei Qingyun shouted when he beat himself up the first time, I'll wipe it

"Ah, you bastard boy, you step on that, ouch"

A suppressed shout sounded in the inner courtyard, the martial arts man wanted to call someone for help, but he just thought about it, he really couldn't afford to lose that person, he was flattened by a stinky kid at a lot of age, if he said it, it would be even more embarrassing than back then, and he wouldn't be alive?

After a long time, Mo Wen moved his hands and feet, without a little awareness of respecting the old and loving the young, he looked left and right at a pair of panda eyes of the martial artists, and couldn't help but nod and said with satisfaction: "Yes, it's quite symmetrical!"

"You are a king and eight cubs, you are more ruthless than your master, you have the ability to kill the old man!"

Mo Wen shook his head and sighed: "The master once explained before his death, if he has the opportunity to see you, he must give you another beating, and at the same time bring you a sentence, it is a medicine that is poisonous, uncle!"

"What do you mean?" the martial artist who was wiping his nosebleed was stunned.

Mo didn't say anything, turned around and picked up Ye Xiaoxing and left along the path

The martial artist sat on the ground in a daze, a pair of black eyes blinking twice, as if he was in some kind of contemplation

"It's a medicine that is three parts poisonous, and it's dying"

The martial artist whispered softly, and suddenly a pool of tears welled up in his old eyes.

"The old man is wrong, wrong! He really deserves to be beaten, and he has beaten him twice before he understands his painstaking efforts. ”

Martial arts people were born in a family of medicine, since childhood was soaked in the medicine jar, sleeping in the pharmacy, everyone knows that the medicine can heal people, but forget that it is a medicine three poisons, how can there be a perfect thing in the world, illness is a kind of pain, then to remove these pains will have to pay some corresponding price, although the medicine cures the disease, but its own toxins accumulate in the human body, over time will cause damage to the human body.

What's more, martial artists grew up holding medicine jars since childhood, and the drug poison accumulated in his body is thousands of times higher than that of others, which is also the blind spot of the doctor, although Wei Qingyun beat him with a playful attitude at that time, but as a generation of poison gods, he also has his own rules, and his appreciation of martial arts people is not a trace of fraud.

When Wei Qingyun found that the martial arts man's own medicine and poison were deep, but he didn't notice it at all, Wei Qingyun had no choice but to use the topic to slap him up, and all the medicine poisons accumulated in his body were gathered together and slowly discharged, but because Wei Qingyun's poison path was not yet Mahayana back then, there were some hidden dangers, that is, the medicine and poison were concentrated together, and the power exploded instantly, although most of the medicine and poison were excreted from the body, there was still a part of the residue in the body, so the martial arts people would "hurt eggs" every time they urinated!

Of course, according to Wei Qingyun's personality, he never explained anything, and Mo Wen's last words were even more illusory, Wei Qingyun has always taught you with actions, as for how much you can comprehend, it is not something he cares about, so the first time he was a martial artist was to treat him, and the second time he was to express his inner disappointment. And the reason why Mo asked him for the third time was that he didn't like it.

"Dad, are you angry?" Ye Xiaoxing lay on Mo Wen's back and asked in a low voice, "Did Xiaoxing do something wrong?"

Mo Wen turned his head and smiled: "How could it be, how could Dad be angry, just thinking about something!"

"Xiaoxing is no longer cured, Xiaoxing can take care of himself, as long as his father is around, Xiaoxing will be very happy and happy!"

These days, everything Mo Wen has done for her, Ye Xiaoxing has seen it in her eyes, seeing Mo Wen's embarrassment, seeing Mo Wen's melancholy, although she doesn't quite understand it in her senses, she seems to feel that this is not good.

Mo Wen patted her little buttocks dotingly: "Silly girl, of course Dad will be by your side, don't worry, Dad is the most powerful and handsome person in the world!"

"Well, Dad is the most handsome!" Ye Xiaoxing nodded his head fiercely, with a look of conviction.

Wu Yun and the others saw the father and daughter walking out, and hurriedly greeted them, but what was a little strange was that Wu Yu was wearing a small golden hat on his head, which turned out to be a golden turtle the size of a palm, constantly pulling his calves, and his head was twisting around, looking leisurely.

"Xiao Q, what's going on?" Wu Yun hurriedly asked.

Mo Wen opened his mouth, with a hint of hesitation on his face, he couldn't tell this aunt, I beat you up.

"Uh, that's okay, that's okay!"

"The old man agreed?" Zhou Tianling asked with some suspicion beside him.

Mo Wen smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "No, it seems that we have to find another way to do this!"

"How can grandpa be like this," Liu Suifeng said fiercely, "I really get older and more confused!"

Wu Wei rolled his eyes, reached out and took off the golden turtle on his head, put it in his hand and played with it, and didn't speak with a good expression.

"Hey," Wu Yun sighed, "I also blame me for this, if I don't say that you are the apprentice of the Poison God senior"

"I was originally an apprentice of the Poison God," Mo Wen interrupted Wu Yun's words with a smile, "Anyway, this time it's Aunt Xie Xie, I'll leave first, and I'll visit my grandparents when I have time later!"

"Okay!" Wu Yun nodded, "You can see if there is any other way, and I will persuade the old man here!"

Mo Wen smiled, and was about to leave with Zhou Tianling and Liu Suifeng, when suddenly there was a hoarse scream from the inner courtyard

"Master Mo, please stay!"

"Ouch, my mother, where did the monster come from?"

Wu Vain's fat body shook, and the little golden turtle in his hand was almost smashed by him as a brick.