Poison Fairy

Wu Liang took a sip of his wine, glanced at Yan Le, and said, "That's how the Poison Cultivator lineage was born, and I defeated Lao Xiao and Lao Zhu one after another in a competition within the sect, and won the leader of that year. "

After Wu Liang finished speaking, there was light in his eyes and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Yan Le could feel that Wu Liang still missed that time very much.

"Later, my younger brother Wu Zhi also followed me to do poison cultivation, but his intentions were not righteous, and I personally abolished his cultivation base and kicked him out of the school. I heard that he had died of illness before the battle of the dragon."

After hearing this, Yan Le couldn't help but said, "One is unscrupulous and the other is ignorant, your parents are really called ghosts."

Wu Liang: "..."

It seems that there is no way to refute...

"Do you still want to listen?"

"Want to want."

"Shut up!"

Yan Le made a gesture of shutting up obediently, indicating that she would listen obediently.

"My master was seriously injured in a fight with the Ten Thousand Demon Forest. Before he passed away, he left Yaoguang Peak to me. Since then, Yaoguang Peak has become a gathering place for the poison cultivators."

Wu Liang added an appetizer, put it in his mouth, and continued: "Anyone with a little bit of talent will not choose to become a poison cultivator, and the disciples I accept all want to cultivate immortals, but they are not allowed..."

Wu Liang glanced at Yan Le. Yan Le rested his chin with his hands. After feeling Wu Liang's gaze, he suddenly remembered that when they first met, when Wu Liang said that he would accept him as a disciple because he was useless, he really laughed involuntarily. out.

"However, there are very few disciples who can successfully survive the period of refining the gods and body. There are only those 30 people for thousands of years, but these 30 people are enough to make the world of cultivators frightened. When it comes to Yaoguang Peak's poisonous cultivators, everyone Gotta concede three points."

Wu Liang sighed, didn't pour the wine, and directly picked up the wine jar and put it in his mouth. Yan Le just wanted to stop him, but he thought of something and withdrew his hand again.

Yan Le could tell that Wu Liang must have thought of the battle of the Demon Dragon, the pain of losing all his disciples overnight...

"Later you also know that thirty disciples were the vanguards of the battle of the dragon, all sacrificed. One of them, Yao Ning, was my eldest disciple and Lao Xiao's lover."

At this moment, Yan Le was very thankful that she didn't have any tea in her mouth, otherwise she might have sprayed Wu Liang's face, but she didn't expect such a gossip.

But after being surprised, thinking about it carefully, Xiao Qi should also be very painful. He really lost too much in the battle with the magic dragon.

"After the battle of the magic dragon, Yaoguang Peak fell, and I was the only one left. The pain of losing my disciples and friends made me only rely on drinking to get by. It took 500 years to get over it."

After Wu Liang finished speaking, Yan Le frowned, and when Wu Liang wanted to lift the wine jar, Yan Le held down his hand.

"Don't drink, Master."

Yan Le pulled the wine jar in front of her, but Wu Liang didn't snatch it, picked up the chopsticks in one hand, and picked up the appetizers.

"It's been nearly a thousand years, and I haven't accepted a disciple, because I can't bear the loss anymore, so I haven't had a successor in Yao Guangfeng for a thousand years."

After hearing this, Yan Le felt a little bitter in her heart, and asked curiously: "Then Master, why did you accept me as an apprentice?"

Yan Le paused, and added: "Except for being useless."

Wu Liang: "..."

"Yaoguang Peak is a place where the disciples of the Seven Star Sect dare not set foot. No one dares to come except the disciples who are in charge of distributing supplies. At that time, I was thinking, if anyone who is not good-looking comes, I will take her as a disciple... Then ..."

Wu Liang looked at Yan Le, and Yan Le also looked at Wu Liang. The two had different emotions, but in the end, they looked at each other and smiled, remembering the oolong encounter at that time, and then half-pushed and half-heartedly worshiped the teacher and learned the art, bickering Everyday, life and death online practice, all turned into a calm smile at this moment.

"It means that I have a fate with you, right, Master?"

Yan Le lowered his head and smiled, although this fate has some evil elements, after he came, he often made Yao Guangfeng and Wu Liang fly around, but it is indeed a fate that people cherish very much.

"Yes, it almost pissed me off."

Wu Liang rolled his eyes at Yan Le, with disgust in his eyes, Yan Le expressed dissatisfaction, and said, "That's not true, it's the first time you cook for me, and you almost poisoned me to death."

Wu Liang: "... Let's stop talking about this, shall we?"

"No, I will never forget the impression of that charcoal-grilled chicken drumstick."

Wu Liang: "..."

"It's just Master..."

Yan Le's tone became a little low in an instant, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually dissipated...

"Don't drink so much alcohol in the future, even though you have the body of a half-immortal, alcohol is still not a good thing..."

"I see, how come you have learned from the old girl's long-winded words..."

Wu Liang didn't look at Yan Le, and lowered his head to hold the appetizers. Yan Le finally sighed and said, "I'm not worried about you. After I go down the mountain, you have to take good care of yourself. If you want to cook, remember to watch Fire, control the heat, don't burn it again."

When Yan Le thought that she was going down the mountain, she was naturally apprehensive and excited, but when she thought of Wu Liang, she felt very reluctant.

"Come on, I haven't lived well after all these years, what are you worried about?"

Wu Liang raised his eyes and glanced at Yan Le, but quickly turned his eyes away, stretched his waist, and looked lazy.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, you old rascal really have nothing to worry about."

Yan Le thought about it, her worries were in vain, after all, Wu Liang was a good person, so he would naturally take care of himself, and he was reluctant to say those words.

At this moment, a white shadow slowly approached the door, and the two looked at the same time, and saw Bai Xueyun was already standing at the door.

"The disciple has met Elder Wu Liang."

Bai Xueyun bowed to Wu Liang, but she couldn't help frowning. The master and apprentice were drinking in the middle of the day, and Yan Le's injury was still not healed?

"Xue Yun is here, is she giving medicine to Yan girl?"

After Wu Liang finished speaking, Bai Xueyun nodded, but Yan Le blushed, feeling extremely nervous when thinking about taking the medicine.

"Then you give Yan Le the medicine first, I..."

Wu Lianggang wanted to reach out to get the wine, but Yan Le put the wine into the storage ring at once.

"No drinking!"

Yan Le gave Wu Liang a vicious look. He just said not to drink too much, but now he wants to drink.

"Okay, I won't drink, I'll go read."

Wu Liang stretched his waist, stood up, and walked to the bookshelf in the main hall, and Yan Le walked to the door in peace.

"Master..."

Yan Le glanced at Bai Xueyun, that person's face seemed a little uneasy, and she felt a little timid in her heart, could it be that she did something wrong?

"Well, let's go!"

Bai Xueyun and Yan Le walked side by side, Bai Xueyun didn't speak, neither did Yan Le, until they returned to the room, Bai Xueyun closed the door, Yan Le sat by the bed and asked, "Master...what's wrong with you?"

Bai Xueyun froze for a moment, then sat on the stool next to the bed, looked up at Yan Le, and said, "Have you been drinking?"

Only then did Yan Le suddenly realize that Bai Xueyun was drinking because she thought her wound was not healed!

"Elder Sister, I don't! If you don't believe me, just smell it!"

Yan Le was eager to clarify, but her rascal's attributes were exposed all at once. She leaned forward and put her head close to Bai Xueyun. When she realized what she had done, she was about to shrink back, but Bai Xueyun's words The words made her stiffen all over.

"Okay, let me smell it."

Seeing Yan Le's body froze, Bai Xueyun smiled lightly, moved her head closer to Yan Le's face, and moved her nose not far from Yan Le's mouth and nose. It was true that there was no smell of wine, but it smelled more fragrant than wine. Fascinating.

Only now did Bai Xueyun realize how tightly her lips were away from Yan Le's, and each other's breath fell on each other's lips, itching and trembling, the air was hot all of a sudden When they got up, the ambiguous sweetness fermented in each other's breath.

Yan Le's rationality was struggling, and Bai Xueyun's cold fragrance lingered in her nose, constantly tempting her to test the beauty of Bai Xueyun's red lips...

Yan Le's throat unconsciously slid up and down...

At this moment, Bai Xueyun straightened up, and unnaturally pinned the blue hair hanging on her chest to the back of her head with her hands. Yan Le clearly saw the suspicious pink behind Bai Xueyun's ears.

It seems that I am not the only one who is nervous?

After Yan Le discovered this little secret, she couldn't help but feel happy, and the heat on her face became even hotter.

"Well, there is no smell of wine, so I will bypass you this time."

After Bai Xueyun finished speaking, Yan Le secretly said in her heart: It's better if you don't bypass me...

Yan Le was amused by the thoughts in her heart, so she laughed unconsciously, as happy as a child.

Seeing Yan Lexiao, Bai Xueyun raised the corners of her mouth slightly, as elegant as a daffodil just blooming.

"What are you laughing at?"

Bai Xueyun asked, with a backhand in her hand, she saw that the porcelain bottle containing the medicinal juice was already in her hand.

"It's nothing, I just think your red ears are cute, big sister."

Yan Le took advantage of the situation and played with Bai Xueyun, showing off his rascal's skills.

The man's face turned red, he subconsciously covered his ears with his hands, then gave Yan Le a sharp look, and said, "Little rascal."

When Yan Le heard Bai Xueyun's angry tone, her heart softened into a puddle of water, she didn't say anything, and was about to take off her clothes obediently.

Yan Le pulled his clothes down his shoulders, exposing the wound, which still looks black, which makes people feel distressed unconsciously.

"Pay attention to the amount of medication, and it must be even."

Bai Xueyun spoke seriously while applying medicine to Yan Le with a blushing face, not as much embarrassment and anxiety as last time, this time Yan Le could finally calm down and appreciate Bai Xueyun's focused expression.

Those eyes that were always cold are now focused, like a river of bright stars, gently wrapping themselves.

"Master..."

"Ok?"

"You are so beautiful..."

Yan Le sincerely gave Bai Xueyun this evaluation, Bai Xueyun is indeed beautiful, whether it is a fairy who is too high to be touched, or a goddess who has fallen into the mortal world by mistake, Bai Xueyun can show her unique beauty.

When Bai Xueyun heard it, her heart trembled, and Yan Le's glib tongue was annoyed, and the strength in her hands became slightly heavier, and she heard Yan Le's cry of pain as she wished.

"Not attentive."