As early as when Zhang's mansion was working for Zhang Qing, Yang Fu liked to drink a few pots of wine from time to time, and then went out to do things when he was drunk. In this way, even if the things arranged by Mr. Zhang were too pickled, Yang Fu would just take them.

He never asks about money and never dissuades him.

Whether it was poisonous insects or killing them with the word "binding", the alchemist always had a clear smile on his face. Perhaps half an incense stick of incense used to damage his good deeds to slaughter the whole family, and half an incense stick of clouds after the clouds were sunny.

Feng Qinggui went to his residence and drank two pots of wine worth tens or hundreds of taels of silver. He took care of the maid and took care of her clothes to sleep. She slept comfortably and comfortably all night, not caring about the so-called shameless people, what exactly does it mean?

But even Yang Fu accidentally fell into a dream, he never dared to dream of being saved by his master.

In addition to being familiar with the people of Nanli, even the people in the Three Kingdoms in the West are well-known, which shows how frightening and terrifying his reputation is.

Even if the first disciple is dead under his nose, he is not capable enough. It is probably not easy to help the poisonous emperor save him than the court officials who are the masters of the remote villages.

All the things in the world are done according to your wishes. This is probably the only way to use this master who has great talent and also deceives the fortune of the heavens.

The waist and abdomen were itchy, which soon made Yang Fu sit up from his sleep, but he didn't want to get up suddenly. He stretched his left rib and injured his injury. He suddenly felt pain and almost lay back on the bed.

"Little Yangzi, how are you getting up? This time you are in great pain. If you don't have to cultivate for a while, you will struggle randomly. If the trauma recurs, how can you explain to the sect leader?" Before Yang Fu could see the things around him clearly, he heard in his ears

When he came to the formation, an old woman took two steps at a time and rushed to the bed. Regardless of Yang Fu's ignorance, she lifted up her clothes and looked at the injured area. Seeing that there was no blood gushing out, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Grandma Yu?" When Yang Fu calmed down and looked at him closely, he was stunned.

Among the Taichongling Poison Sect, besides Poison, for many years, there were only disciples Yang Fu and this old woman. Several buildings outside the huge lake were tightly empty.

Seeing that Yang Fu was not seriously injured at this moment, the old woman smiled and said, "Isn't it just an old man? You guy went out for several years, but your skills have not improved, but your memory is much worse. During the years, you have never seen it on the New Year's Day.

If you return to the sect, you may be confused by the world outside. Look at your face. Over the years, you have been using 70% to 80% of the Taoist practices. In my opinion, since you have returned, you are in the sect.

It’s not a bad thing to stay in the door for a while, it’s not a bad thing to grind your mind and mind.”

The old woman is about sixty years old, but she is very brisk. Without a word, she talked about the passage theory like a bamboo tube pouring beans, which caused Yang Fu to frown, "Grandma Yu, I'm afraid my injury will be gone.

It is natural that half of blood was covered in blood and his face was a little pale. I was fascinated by wine and sex all day long, so I had to have money first? When I left the sect last time, I had nothing but an old horse and dozens of copper coins. I was almost like

I am penniless, but fortunately, the boy has the ability to make a living, so he did not starve to death in the world. I blame him so much, but I am really wronged."

This sentence was quite pertinent, and even the old woman who used to be slippery could not speak, so she had to shake her head helplessly and said, "Little Yangzi went out and spoke a lot more neatly. Let's just count you as you entered the country. The sect leader was in the middle of the lake.

Tingguanxuewujian, you have been sleeping for three days, and I think your body has been much better. If you can get out of bed and walk around, it would be better to go and see me." Although it was not enough, the old woman still gave me more instructions, "I really want to mention it."

If you don’t raise your legs, you will report it. After all, your injuries are indeed very serious. Even the sect leader should not blame him.”

Yang Fu finally opened his eyes, looked at the copper basin and fine cloth held in the old woman's rough palms, then looked at the bandage on her chest and abdomen, and whispered, "Thank you these days."

Grandma Yu wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and looked a little flustered. Yang Fu ignored it and just stretched out her legs from the bed, wrapped herself in a thick dress, and staggered out of the building.

If the wind blows in three courtyards, the sky is still warmer than when it is transformed. Nanli has always had less snow. Even if some snow falls suddenly, it is not very cold. Although the lake is flat, there is no Taichong Ridge

It blocks the vast north wind, but the snowflakes fall very slowly, scattering and falling on the lake.

Yang Fu looked into the lake, but saw that there was only a black dress in the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

Nan Li is especially powerful in the world with poison, and the person in front of him has a supernatural power in his realm, and Nan Li is the best.

Yang Fu walked alone along a dike that stretched straight to the center of the lake, walking very slowly. I don’t know if his injuries were not healed or his fear was scared. In the past, he only took half a cup of tea to make a journey, but today he walked two cups of tea.

Flying snow and flying flowers fall on your shoulders.

"Master is above, my disciple is ordered to listen to the training." Yang Fu, who was extremely powerful in the Zhangfu of Yu Caixiantan, actually knelt on the ground regardless of the fact that his knees had not yet recovered from their old injuries, and did not dare to kneel on the ground, buried in his head and arms.

Lift your head.

It is because the Poison Lord did not cover his face today, but only covered his mouth and nose with a black gauze, and his eyes were deserted.

The Poison Lord didn't seem to care. After a glance, he turned his gaze to the vast lake in front of him. After a long time, he said coldly, "Yang Fu, how many years have you been worshipping me?"

"Return to Master, the evil disciple has been worshipping Master's disciple for more than twelve years." The alchemist still did not dare to look up and knelt down and answered in a low voice.

"Twelve Years." Although the Poison Lord covered his face with a black veil, his eyes were exposed, and he did not look at his own disciple. His eyes were clear, and he looked at the heavy snow on the lake. Countless winter fish used the falling snow as bait.

He shook his head and tail and stretched out the fish's mouth. When he opened and closed, he swallowed several snowflakes, and seemed to feel that it was not tasted, so he was indifferent to swimming towards the warmth of the lake.

"It's so sad that I can't help but practice for eight years, but I still can't help but feel troubled." The poisonous master raised a long sword in his sleeve and gently touched the lake.

Thousands of snowflakes turned into fog, and the two cliffs of Taichong Ridge were broken, and the rocks were rolling down the lake along the towering mountains, bringing up several feet of lake water, just like a storm of waves rolling on the shore.

The tigers, leopards, insects and apes on both sides are silent, and they all come to their eyes. They are all surging sword waves, and the sky is suddenly broken.

Yang Fu, who was standing beside him, pressed his head lower and almost fell into the soil. His whole body trembled. Perhaps his body was tight, causing the wounds in the waist and abdomen that had originally healed to crack again, and blood flowed.

The Poison Lord slashed out a sword, and seemed to feel that he was still a little stuck, so he threw the long sword into the lake and frowned slightly. Everyone in the world knows that Nan Li Poison Lord never uses a sword, and he met the sword-wrapped enemy.

, the methods are often more ruthless, but for some reason, today I used a sword for the first time.

Yang Fu was sieve all over the ground, and the poisonous master raised the corner of his mouth and said something inexplicable.
Chapter completed!