Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

Old Qi still had that smiling face, without even shaking his brows.

Xiong Dayi gritted his teeth: "The three small yellow croakers are all the style you like. Do you think...it will work?"

Only then did Elder Qi raise the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile: "What is the origin of that kid, you can tell me."

As soon as Xiong Da heard it, he knew that there was a door, and his body language suddenly became exaggerated. He clenched his fists and made a distressed expression: "Oh... I really didn't expect this kid to be such a person. When we first met him, he was also the same person. Very cute child, I saw him pitiful, so I introduced him to work in Lanxi. Later, it happened like this..."

After adding oil and vinegar to the past history from Youyan, Xiong Da himself believed it. After wasting too much saliva, the obvious reaction was thirsty, and the back of his ear suddenly felt unbearably itchy. He stretched out his hand and scratched it a few times, but he didn't care , picked up the tea bowl, dun.dun.dun drank the tea.

After eating a bowl, the feeling of thirst did not lessen, but the throat became more and more irritated.

Xiong Da still wanted to drink water, more than ever, his eyes swept around, and he saw that there was still stock in the teapot, and his throat became even more dry.

He laughed along with him, and said, "Well, Mr. Qi, do you still drink? I'll pour it for you."

Old Qi shook his head, his sharp gaze slowly swept over Xiong Da's white and cracked lips, "Mr. Xiong, why do you want to drink water all of a sudden?"

How could Xiong Da have the time to reply, he laughed a few times, picked up the teapot and poured water directly into his mouth.He drank water too aggressively, and a lot of water stained along his chin and soaked the skirt of his clothes.

Elder Qi's brows were furrowed, and he suddenly pressed Xiong Da's palm with both hands: "Don't move!"

Xiong Dazheng was about to hold the teapot and drink it hard, but he was held down by someone unexpectedly, and he couldn't help being angry: "Is there any reason for not giving anyone a sip of water!"

"Why are you so angry? Don't panic!" Qi Lao hurriedly took Xiong Da's wrist, startled by the abnormally active pulse.

He pondered for a while, and thought of another possibility, "Mr. Xiong, your pulse is weird! You are not really thirsty, but poisoned, and the virus induced you to drink a lot of water. If you continue to drink like this, you will only Hasten your death."

"Have I been poisoned?" No matter how thirsty Xiong Da was, he became afraid when he saw Qi Lao's serious expression.

Old Qi stroked his beard and nodded: "It seems that it was activated suddenly. Mr. Xiong, have you been abroad recently, and have you offended Thai people?"

Xiong Da's thighs trembled, and his articulateness was no longer articulate: "Old Qi, don't scare me. Where can I go? I've been staying in China!"

"As long as it doesn't lower your head." Qi Lao reached out and searched in the drawer for a while, found a pill the size of a mung bean, and handed it over: "Swallow it quickly."

Xiong Da swallowed it hastily, not sure if it was a psychological effect, but the hunger and thirst that he couldn't wait for had indeed eased a lot.

Xiong Da wriggled, moved his thick lips, and asked stammeringly, "Old Qi, what kind of poison is this?"

Old Qi blushed slightly: "I don't know either."

Xiong Da was taken aback: "Huh? Even you don't know, so I will die."

"Although I don't know what this poison is, it's okay to delay it for a few days." Qi Lao stroked his beard and shook his head: "The person who poisoned him calculated the time and took a good shot. You die immediately, even if you can't bear to die at this time, you won't suspect him."

Thinking of his inexplicable untimely death, Xiong Da felt cold all over, and fell to his knees at Qi Tianxiang's feet with a thud, and kowtowed regardless: "Old Qi, help me."

Elder Qi had no choice but to help him up: "Mr. Xiong, get up first, let the old man think about countermeasures."

Xiong Da was full of tears, got up, and wiped his face indiscriminately: "Yes, there must be an antidote for poison, I believe you. Mr. Qi, you are a leading figure in the field of poison medicine, there must be a way."

A leading figure in the field of poison medicine~ Old Qi's mind flashed through the fragments of ancient books that he had vaguely read when he was a child, and there seemed to be such ancient poison cases on them.

He stroked his beard and murmured -- he always felt that this extremely weird poison was not something he could solve if he wanted to.However, using this poison as a guide, it is still possible to trace the source.

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Emerald Bay Building 08.

Cong Youyan's eyes changed from gentle and harmless to extremely intimidating, and he pointed to the little fat worm on the sand table, controlling the worm to move forward.

The little fat worm turned its tentacles reluctantly, probed its brain, and crawled slowly.

Cong Youyan scolded with a smile: "I won't let you do white work, glutton, here you are..." Break up a small piece of medicine cake and throw it into the sand table.

The little fat worm flicked its tentacles, and this time there was no need for anyone to drive it away. A dozen pairs of little feet flew quickly, and rushed over, hugged the crumbs of the medicine cake, and started to eat.

Facing the sand table in the living room and the little bugs crawling around in the sand table, Old Wu was no stranger to it. After lighting the incense, he turned around and asked for instructions: "Master, it's all done."

Cong Youyan tied up his cuffs calmly, and smiled: "Old Wu, did you check it out? Is that old man certified by his real name?"

Old Wu nodded: "Yes, he is a direct descendant of the Qi family, a family of Chinese medicine. His surname is Qi and his name is Tianxiang. His ancestor wrote "Hundred Questions on the Poison Classic", and he claimed to be a doctor of poison.

"Hundred Questions of the Poison Classic? It's obviously written by me, okay? His ancestor's face is strong enough."

Old Wu flattered and nodded wildly, "That's right, that's right, only a talent like you, the master, can deserve the title of intangible cultural heritage."

Feeling complacent from Yu Yan, he looked up and said haha: "As expected of the boy I chose, he really has insight!"

Aiming at the bugs crawling on the sand table, he smiled and flicked his nails: "A bad old man, also wants to fight with me? It's ok, but I have to make a decision."

Put the little bug in the sand table to sleep, Cong Youyan whistled, and prepared to climb up to the second floor to have a look at his beloved daughter-in-law before going back to sleep.

Suddenly, the air in the hall was sluggish, and a faint fragrance lingered outside the window in the night, and the surrounding humidity became sticky.

Is someone visiting?

The person is not good!

Cong Youyan's expression changed, he tidied up his clothes, took back his steps lightly, returned to the hall, shook his cuffs, and a sapphire brush washer appeared in his hand.

Old Wu poked his head out and asked cutely: "Master, this..."

"Go back to sleep, and remember to close the door tightly." Suffering from no one to learn poison skills with him, Cong Youyan, who had been in the stage of trying to learn poison skills, was in a great mood, and waved Old Wu away.

The lavender mist began to spread over the villa at some point.

Turning from Yuyan to face the door, his nostrils were filled with the smell he was used to when he was studying art in Medicine Valley---a mixture of rosemary and datura, the two aromas are intertwined, and the smell becomes stronger from light to thick , floating through the cracks in the wall.

"The kicker came to the door." A smile slowly emerged from the corner of Yu Yan's mouth: "It's quite similar to the imitation, which is a bit interesting."

The rough mock taste began to spread along the floor.

The aroma passed through the entrance hall and continued to move towards the living room. The hot and cold air met in a small space, unexpectedly bursting into untimely ice flowers.

Cong Yuyan looked at the frost flowers quietly condensed on the ground, sneered, held his breath, tapped his feet a few times, rolled up his robe, and splashed out the fierce internal force of his body, countless flying insects carried the medicine powder , falling silently on the frost flowers.

The frost flower looks crystal clear and tough, but it is like the tip of a silver wax gun. When it encounters the powder, it shrinks and shakes, and turns into a puddle of mist, disappearing without a trace.

The other party was just probing at first, but saw that the frost flower was no longer advancing an inch, but melting instead.

As soon as the tentative breath changed, the clear and moist air oscillated a few times, and suddenly became sharper.

Crackling, the frost flowers on the ground were stirred together like iron chains, forming a transparent shield, covering the thorny vines drawn from the stamens, and flinging them quietly towards the flying insects.

Cong Youyan turned over and jumped onto the chandelier, a faint smoke popped out from his fingertips, temporarily stopping the growth of the vines.He flicked his robe sleeves again, stood on the lamp with his hands behind his back, and asked in a cold voice: "Where are you bastards? You only hide your head and show your tail, how dare you show yourself."

There was an exclamation from outside the hall: "Your five senses are also sharp, I don't know..."

From Youyan, before the visitor finished speaking, he sneered coldly, flicked his index finger slightly, and a silver light passed through the hall and went straight to the source of the sound.

The visitor hurriedly avoided the silver needle, and couldn't help cursing: "You..."

Yu Yin was still in mid-air, and another silver needle was chasing to her eyes with a flash of fire.

The visitor stooped to dodge again, rubbed his ribs, and continued to curse: "You man, why..."

While speaking, the third silver needle flew through the air again.

The visitor hastily took off his cloth shoes, swiped the silver needle with the sole of the shoe, calmed down, and cursed, "I'm going to bear it, but you are aggressive."

Under the moonlight, it could be seen clearly that the person who came was an old man with white beard and hair, and there seemed to be a round black shadow crawling under his feet.

Standing on the chandelier, Cong Youyan gently sniffed the remaining smell in the air, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "So you used this stupid bear to find this place. Ha, you can be regarded as a smart person."

Old Qi folded his hands into a double-fish grip, squinted his eyes, "You are young, full of hostility, and you don't know what to do."

Cong Yuyan looked coldly at the old man in the hallway: "You sent it to your door to be beaten, why can't I teach you a lesson? If it wasn't for the sake of your fellow disciples, you would already be a corpse."

Elder Qi froze, and asked, "Same sect?"

Cong Youyan flicked his sleeves and jumped down from the chandelier, as if a fairy had come in person, before the old man's eyes: "Who did you learn the skills of Yaogu?"

"Outer sect?" Hearing the words, Elder Qi was so angry that his beard rose three feet high, "I am the sect of the authentic Poison Immortal, and I am the 190th and seventh generation heir of the Poison Immortal! I am the [-]th generation descendant and grandson of the Qi family! So……"

"What are you, what are you, why are you so excited? The trick you played just now has extremely low gold content. It was a trick used by outer disciples to make everyone laugh during the Chinese New Year, but you are so excited?"

Old Qi clenched his hands into fists, resentful: "You didn't play well with those little silver needles, and you didn't do anything to me."

Cong Youyan rolled his eyes: "If I don't release the water, are you sure you can avoid the three life-chasing silver needles?"

Old Qi's patience has reached its limit up to this point, and now he can't bear it anymore.

Flipping the hands behind his back, a dark purple mist was pulled up smoothly, instantly binding Cong Youyan into a big purple and cute rice dumpling.