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The cold wind broke free from the shackles of the seasons in an instant, swept straight up from the coldest place, and scratched the heart piercingly, arousing a bit of bloody coldness.

Fang Shiyi's heart turned cold.

If the situation is not serious, Master will never be like this.

His lips trembled uncontrollably, his chest was heavy, and a piece of cold lead fell on him. He stood in a daze for a moment in the cold wind, and gradually calmed down miraculously: "It was when I was fighting with the Twelve Demon Generals..."

After being discovered by Fang Shiyi, Wen Xiuyue no longer held on, took off some disguise, and walked slowly to the front of the cliff.

The pillars of mountains and seas point directly to the sky, tall and vertical, and the vast forest below is like tides and waves under the night, thick and dense, and you can't see to the bottom.

"Pick up the relics," Wen Xiu said in a deep voice after a while, "It's up to you to grow up alone in the future."

Fang Shiyi's eyes turned red instantly: "Master!"

"The Twelve Demon Generals are nothing more than mediocre, and I don't care about them."

The mountain wind blew Wen Xiuyue's long hair and robe respectfully, his voice sounded calm but arrogant in the wind, he said, and suddenly smiled: "Maybe God can't see me like this, taught me a lesson, When I was fighting with that man in black, I was attacked and poisoned."

Fang Shiyi was frightened: "Poison?"

"The old Patriarch of the Medicine Sect found out that the poison is called 'Yanghui'." Wen Xiuyue turned around, looking at his eldest disciple with dim eyes, and rolled up his sleeves.This caused a dark red blood line to spread on each of the arms of the peerless swordsmanship. Looking carefully, the blood line seemed to be alive, with mysterious runes flowing, which seemed to be the characters of the monster clan.

Fang Shiyi looked down and asked softly: "What is Yanghui?"

"The meaning is 'destroying bones and raising ashes'," Wen Xiuyue lowered his voice, "This poison is made with the blood of the great demon, and the spiritual veins are deeply buried. If you use spiritual power forcibly after being poisoned, the poison will intensify. , the deeper the poison, the greater the restriction, the loss of both Qi and blood, not only the spirit veins, but also the body will start to weaken, if you forcefully collide again, you will suffer from setbacks and die from the poison."

Fang Shiyi was surprised that he was still so calm: "When did Master get poisoned?"

Wen Xiu said concisely: "Last year."

last year.

Wen Xiuyue was poisoned by this evil last year.

At that time, the demon clan was attacking fiercely, and the demon clan's evil cultivators acted recklessly. The front line of the northern border was the most important place in the entire Central Continent, and countless eyes were fixed on the northern border battlefield.

That is to say... At the most critical moment, Wen Xiuyue carried the poisonous hair and guarded the frozen land thousands of miles away. Leading the monks of the human race to repel the demon army.

Fang Shiyi's throat seemed to be stuffed with ice, and his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, before he squeezed out a few more words through his teeth: "Then now..."

"The poison is already in the bone." Wen Xiuyue smiled at him comfortingly, "As long as you don't use your spiritual power indiscriminately, you won't be able to die for a while, don't cry. I'm afraid that I will be found out if I try to cheat with you. Unexpectedly... Xiao Suyi is still as clever as when he was a child."

Fang Shiyi didn't want to worry the master, let alone cause trouble for the master, but he couldn't laugh, and thought for a while in a daze: "Is there anything the old suzerain can do?"

"The old suzerain searched through the ancient books of the Yaozu, and only found a few words about Yanghui in a fragment of Yaozu."

Fang Shiyi understood.

What can he do if he can't even do anything about the medicine sect that has included the Pharmacopoeia of the World?

The cold wind and rain kill people.

Fang Shiyi's lips turned white, and he trembled slightly, only then did he realize that it was raining.

The autumn drizzle fell on his body like a needle prick, Fang Shiyi became sober instead: "Master, apart from me, only the old suzerain knows?"

"There is also Master Liaohui from Jinguang Temple." Wen Xiuyue stroked Fu Fang Shiyi's head, like a father comforting a child, and smiled openly, "The bald donkey laughed at me for being too angry and talking too much. There will always be a calamity."

Following his movements, the moisture on Fang Shiyi's body disappeared, and his whole body was covered with a layer of warm white light, blocking the drizzle.

Fang Shiyi raised his eyes to stare at Wen Xiuyue's face, and suddenly remembered that he said back then that both he and Shanhaimen were doomed.

Now that the master should be robbed, what about Shanhaimen?

Fang Shiyi's teeth were trembling slightly in fear, and he shook his head vigorously, thinking in a daze: No.

no way.

Wen Xiuyue saw through his thoughts, but didn't say anything.He pressed Fang Shiyi's shoulder, and in the gradually louder sound of rain, his voice was slightly ethereal: "Shiyi, your nature is pure and kind, with the heart of a child, I am very pleased that Master Hui judged you to have Buddha nature."

Fang Shiyi murmured: "Master..."

"But you are indecisive and indecisive, and you don't know how to choose." Wen Xiuyue said, "As a teacher, you need to be kind and decisive in killing."

Fang Shiyi looked at him helplessly.

Wen Xiuyue didn't speak for a long time, as if hesitating to say something.For the Shanhai Sect Master, such hesitation is rare.In the end, he still didn't speak, and gently patted Fang Shiyi's shoulder: "Go back, Ming Chao is waiting for you."

Fang Shiyi lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes covered his thoughts: "...Minghe, Xiao Chu, my junior brother and I, three uncles, four uncles, and five uncles, all of Shanhaimen... are waiting for you."

The calm and unhurried Wen Xiuyue's expression stagnated, and his brows were tightened. For the first time, he showed an expression of pain and reluctance, but it was only fleeting, and after a breath, he was the invincible Sword Master Knowing Misfortune again.

Fang Shiyi wiped his face, and gave Wen Xiuyue a deep bow, with a low but firm voice: "If there is a poison, there is an antidote, and there is no poison without a cure. Master, wait for me."

He knew what Wen Xiuyue was facing—the entire world of cultivating immortals was headed by Shanhaimen, and Shanhaimen was headed by Wen Xiuyue. No matter the monster or evil cultivator, they would all be terrified of the word "Wen Xiuyue"... A mountain that cannot fall.

No one else should know that the sword master who once shook the sky with his sword can't use the sword, and he is like a useless person.

When walking down Shanhaizhu, Fang Suyi felt like he had a nightmare.

He didn't regret that he insisted on exploring the truth, but he was just in a daze... That's the master, how could such a thing happen?

Fang Shiyi woke up suddenly when he saw a few young disciples guarding at the bottom of the peak, and the last bit of youthful spirit was silently wiped out in that conversation that no one else knew. He felt that he had grown up completely, his soul flew out of his body, He looked coldly at himself and showed a natural smile to the little disciple who was worried and questioning: "It's okay, I was just realizing the sword, and I didn't come back to my senses for a while."

The little disciple looked at him with admiration.

Fang Shiyi waved at him and walked towards the library.

The master of the Shanhai sect is very beautiful, but he dare not show the slightest embarrassment.

Fang Shaoxia is very beautiful, but he dare not even cry.

Fang Shiyi didn't hold an umbrella, didn't use his spiritual power to protect himself, and when he walked slowly to the Zangshu Pavilion in the wet and cold autumn rain, the last trace of disturbing thoughts calmed down.Only then did he use his spiritual power to dry the clothes, and took out an umbrella to hold it up. It happened that a group of young disciples were squatting under the eaves. When they looked up and saw him, they jumped up and greeted him excitedly: "Brother!"

"Long time no see, big brother!"

"Brother, are you here to borrow books?"

"Haha, don't try it, you will definitely not be able to understand the book that the elder brother borrowed."

Fang Shiyi looked at the group of lively little monkeys and thought quietly: We must guard Master.

Keep them.

We must guard the Shanhaimen.

To guard... those innocent mortals.

He closed his eyes, and after being greatly saddened, he smiled at these little disciples as if he was born again, and walked in.

Fang Shiyi greeted the old man in charge of the library with a normal expression, handed over his identity token with a smile, exchanged the access tokens for all the books in the library, went upstairs to greet the disciples who were shuttling in the cabinet, and turned a corner , unexpectedly collided with Xiao Minghe.

Xiao Minghe hugged a few ancient books, raised his eyes with a cold face, saw him, frowned, and blurted out: "What's wrong with you?"

Fang Shiyi was stunned for a moment, touched his perfect mask, and didn't understand how the weak Princess Xiao could see "what's wrong" with him, seeing Xiao Minghe standing still and refusing to give way, she casually said: "Mr. Get angry, come to borrow books and go back to copy."

Fortunately, Xiao Minghe was not suspicious, and snorted coldly: "It's up to you."

After finishing speaking, he passed by.

Fang Shiyi glanced sideways at his back, smiled, and went to the Forbidden Art category to read it, and then went to the Medical Book category to scan it.

Because Meng Mingchao was not in good health, he had already finished reading the medical book. Even so, he still had a glimmer of hope and quickly read it again.

The night is getting darker, and from dark to white, nothing can be found.

Fang Suyi is actually clear - he grew up in Shanhaimen, and he has read a lot of books in Zangshuge for a long time.

But when people are in pain and panic, it is always better to do something than to dream without grounds.

He squeezed the space between his brows, walked out of the Medical Book Pavilion, leaned against the wall, stared up at the morning light leaking in from the carved window for a while, his thoughts wandered aimlessly for a week, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

He ran to the branch of Yaozu's book collection, and almost stumbled into it.

There are not many books in the Yaozu class, and most of them are ancient or Yaozu languages. Because the Yaozu language is too obscure and difficult to pronounce, it is useless to learn it at that time, and there are very few disciples who have learned it after the class.

Although Fang Shiyi's listening and speaking are not very good, but if he reads carefully with patience, he can read well.He thanked Mr. Yi in his heart for insisting on him to take this class, quickly pulled out a few ancient books about the big monster, sat down on the ground, and read word by word.After some time, a pile of jade slips, bamboo slips, and ancient books piled up at his feet, and he finally found a clue in a book.

It was a random chat, one of which said: Before the battle of Yungu, the monster race and the human race had been fighting for hundreds of years, and the demon king had a way to control and torture the human race, and that was to use the blood of the most poisonous monster in the world as a matchmaker.Later, a monk developed a method of detoxification.

Gone.

A few words, no beginning and no end.

Hope flies by, though ethereal.

Fang Shiyi knew that Master must have seen these things, but it was too illusory to know whether it was true or not, let alone other things.

Holding this shattered hope, he stood up unsteadily and walked downstairs.

The light is slightly dew, there are only a few people in the pavilion, and there are not many disciples.

After borrowing a book at the registration office, Fang Shiyi took back his identity token, rubbed his face and walked out of the Library Pavilion.It had been raining lightly all night, and it hadn't stopped yet. Standing outside the corridor was a thin figure, with his back to him, holding an umbrella and reaching out to catch the rain.

Fang Shiyi paused in his footsteps, froze for a moment, and the brains of the master, Shanhaimen, Yaozu and human races that were crowded like a burst were finally emptied, leaving space for the people in front of him.

After a long while, he remembered that before he and his master left last night, he asked Meng Mingchao to cook fish soup, but he lost his soul and ran to the library in a panic, leaving his junior brother behind.

Fang Shiyi's throat choked, and he didn't dare to say anything for a moment, hesitatingly called: "Ming Chao."

Meng Mingchao withdrew his wet hands from the rain, turned around, with a calm expression on his plain face: "I searched for senior brother all night, searched up and down, but couldn't find it, so I guessed that senior brother came to Zangshuge, it's inconvenient Go up and disturb, just wait here."

Fang Shiyi almost dropped the book in his hand, hurriedly put it in his treasure bag, and strode over: "...how long have you been waiting?"

"Not long."

That's a long time.

Maybe I waited all night.

Meng Mingchao's sleeves and back were soaked, and his lips were almost bloodless.

Fang Shiyi took the umbrella and threw it on the ground.

Meng Mingchao: "Brother?"

Immediately, he was hugged by Fang Shiyi.

The warmth penetrated through the clothes, and Fang Shiyi said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, brother broke his promise again."

This is a good opportunity to act coquettishly.

But Meng Mingchao didn't.

He clearly heard a choking sound in Fang Shiyi's trembling voice.

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The knife hasn't come out yet, don't panic

The next chapter is anti-theft XD