Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Everyone in the Jianghu knew the name of Mo Qingling, just because this person was really petty and vengeful, and wandered around without father or mother when he was young.

It can be said that he has suffered a lot, and later on, no one knows who looked at him pitifully and accepted him as a disciple to teach martial arts.

It's also interesting to say that he is like a genius above, and he can remember all his moves and mental methods just by reading them once.

It's just that this person is very unpleasant in the world, just because this person holds grudges very much.

If anyone offends him, he must have revenge on the spot, and because of this, he will make enemies everywhere.

When he was running for the leader of the martial arts, it didn't matter that he lost the election, but he even invited out those who opposed him to beat him up.

Because of this, Mo Qingling has completely become the public enemy of everyone in the world.

The more people he offended, the more people wanted his life. Mo Qingling was avoiding the pursuit of various killers every day.

Even because of this, his master was also implicated. In order to make himself clean, he simply expelled Mo Qingling from the master.

Mo Qingling can be regarded as completely unwanted. When being hunted down, one accidentally fell into a plot, stepped on a trap, and was hung upside down on a tree like this. Even so, he was still able to maintain calm light.

Even though he was still very calm when fighting with those people, in the end he was accidentally plotted against. Who knew that those people had poison on their blades.

It was the first time he was so embarrassed, he managed to get rid of those people, wandered around in the woods for a long time, and saw a simple bamboo house.

He staggered all the way, but when he was about to reach the door, he fell to the ground because he was too weak.

The wound on his body was still bleeding, he almost dragged his body to the door of the bamboo house, and knocked on the door vigorously.

Soon the door of the bamboo house opened, and a man in a moon white gown appeared in front of him. Mo Qingling looked up at him with difficulty.

He raised his hand, which was still full of blood, and tightly grasped the other's ankle, the corner of his clothes was stained red with blood.

The other party was obviously taken aback, and kicked him away directly. Mo Qingling was kicked so hard that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

"Help me..." His voice was hoarse, and after saying this, his eyes darkened and he passed out.

Jiang Jingqiu squatted down and looked at the man in front of him, pinched his clean corners with his fingers, lifted his sleeves, and threw away Mo Qingling's sleeves.

Those eyes were full of disgust, "Hey, wake up, if you die, can you change the place, it's bad luck to die at my door!"

It's just that he kicked the opponent a few times and didn't wake up. His red clothes were stained red with blood, and he couldn't even tell where the blood was and the color of the clothes.

In the end, he turned the person over with a wooden stick in disgust, and looked at the person in front of him with disgust.

Raising his hand and testing his breath, he was sure that this person was still alive.

He was not in a hurry, he squatted down on his body and looked at the man in front of him carefully.

In the end, he still expressed his disgust and tied a rope to his feet and dragged him in.

It was also his first time saving someone, and he had no experience. When dragging someone in, he accidentally knocked his head hard against the corner of the wall.

Just listening to the sound made him feel pain, so he immediately ran over to check, but he didn't see any bleeding, so he thought there should be no major problem.

After finally dragging the person to the bed, he looked at the blood stains outside the house, and then washed the blood stains away with water.

After returning to the house again, he unbuttoned his clothes, and he could see several deep sword wounds on his body.

There was even a slight bruise around the wound.

Jiang Jingqiu stared at the scar on his chest, propped his chin and thought for a while.

"Is this poisoned?"

He doesn't know much about medical skills, but he has collected a lot of medical skills. Now that he thinks about it, he can try it.

Thinking of this, he immediately ran to the study room, went back and forth on the bookshelf, and dug out all the dozen or so medical books he had collected.

After that, I took those medical books and looked through them one by one, and then compared the symptoms of various poisonings with the symptoms of the person lying on the bed.

After comparing the results for a while, I found that the symptoms were really complicated.

Some medical books say that this is highly poisonous, the poison enters the lungs, the complexion turns purple, and the lips are dark purple.

Another medical book said that the poison was not fatal, but that it would cause fainting, bruising near the wound, and a pale face.

However, after various comparisons, he has a little bit of each of these symptoms.

Jiang Jingqiu slapped his head, since each symptom of poison has a little bit, then he will be fine if he takes a little bit of each antidote.

Maybe it will be fine if you try them all?

Thinking of this, he prepared the antidote according to the medical book, but it only said what herbs to use, but did not say the proportion.

Jiang Jingqiu made another trouble with those medicinal herbs. The ratio is unknown, and there is no way to decoct the medicine...

Looking at the person lying on the bed without knowing whether he was alive or dead, Jiang Jingqiu once again thought of a way to fry every bit of these herbs.

Thinking of this, he immediately started to act, as if he had found something interesting to him.

He stayed on this mountain for a long time, besides reading books and watering the flowers every day, it was the first time he saved someone, so it was very novel to think about it.

Mo Qingling, who was lying on the bed, was breathing lightly. If he hadn't seen his chest rising and falling slightly, he might have thought that this person was dead.

He brought a bowl of dark concoction to Mo Qingling, and carefully fed it to him.

Fortunately, although Mo Qingling passed out, she still remembered the movement of swallowing, and kept feeding all the concoction in her hand.

Jiang Jingqiu stared at Mo Qingling who was lying on the bed with wide eyes, expecting him to wake up.

But looking at his bloody wound, he ran to read medical books again, looking for herbs that could stop the bleeding.

It was also at this time that he discovered that he usually grows a lot of herbs in the yard.

Mo Qingling slowly opened his eyes and found that the wound on his body had been bandaged, but he raised his hand and rubbed his head.

Why doesn't he remember that his head was injured, why is there such a big bag?

After knowing it later, he felt a strange taste in his mouth, he frowned fiercely, and wanted to straighten up, but tried several times to no avail.

Mo Qingling slowly felt something was wrong, he turned around and saw a man in a moon white gown sitting in front of the table.

And his table was full of various books and herbs, and he compared the herbs with the books from time to time, with a serious face.

"who are you?"

Mo Qingling was stunned as soon as he uttered a word, how could it be, what happened to his voice, why is his voice so unpleasant?

He clutched his throat, his eyes widened, and his face was in disbelief. He was poisoned dumb?

"Are you awake? How is it? Do you feel better? Speaking of your poison, it's really troublesome, but now I seem to be much better."

Jiang Jingqiu smiled and looked at him with bright eyes.