Chapter 50: Poisonous

The incomparable severe pain is constantly like the impact of the tide, making Chen Rufeng's face twisted into a ball.

His hands covered his lower abdomen, and the severe pain deprived him of all his thoughts, making him stop thinking about the severe pain.

He even wanted to knock himself out with one palm, but the pain made him unable to raise his hand at all.

"Ah-"

Chen Rufeng's body fell on the grass by the stream, grabbed a handful of grass with one hand, and pulled it out of the soil.

This kind of severe pain is not something that ordinary people can bear at all, and it is tormenting Chen Rufeng's vitality little by little.

It's like being choked by the neck but unable to struggle.

He rolled desperately, still could not relieve the severe pain in his abdomen at all, and the grass was crushed by him one after another.

Gradually, he clenched a handful of grass, loosened it, and hung gently on the ground.

His body is no longer struggling, as if the strength of his whole body has been slowly stripped away from him.

The mouth that was desperately breathing has been closed again, and the gasp has changed from rapid to weak.

In the end, he lay motionless on the ground, with his eyelids closed and headed towards the sky that had already appeared with a little starlight.

The cold moonlight, like singing a mourning song, gently fell on him.

Just now, the painful cry of Chen Rufeng, and the sensitive Yuan Sirou and Song Zhuoyuan have been heard. The two quickly flashed away from their residences in the direction of the screams.

The two arrived at the same time and saw that Chen Rufeng had fallen on the grass.

If it hadn't been for the ups and downs on his chest, the two would have thought he was dead.

Yuan Sirou and Song Zhuoyuan looked at each other and saw that each other's eyes were full of doubt and anxiety. Yuan Sirou took the lead, squatted down to inspect Chen Rufeng's condition, and frowned deeply.

He put his palm on Chen Rufeng's chest, and a white and pure true breath overflowed from his palm and appeared on Chen Rufeng's chest like a splash.

Song Zhuo stood aside. At this moment, he was worried. Chen Rufeng had an accident soon after leaving his residence. Will it have anything to do with him?

Is it because he secretly taught him ghost skills and conflicted with the good water flow and erratic skills in his body that made him unconscious now? If so, he can't shirk his responsibility.

Song Zhuoyuan felt more and more that it was because he taught him the way of practicing. The guilt in his heart gradually increased, and the focus in his eyes became stronger.

Yuan Sirou put her palm away, turned her back to Chen Rufeng, looked at Song Zhuoyuan, and said lightly, "He is my apprentice."

Song Zhuoyuan looked at Yuan Sirou with challenging eyes, and he just nodded quietly.

Yuan Sirou was surprised for a moment, and there was no blame in his eyes. Originally, he expected that once he had told him that he had accepted an apprentice, he would be scolded by Song Yuan. Unexpectedly, his reaction was so calm that he seemed to have known Chen Rufeng's identity for a long time.

But what was the reason for the doubt in his eyes just now?

"What's wrong with him?" Looking at Yuan Sirou carrying Chen Rufeng on his back and about to leave, Song Zhuoyuan couldn't help opening his mouth.

Yuan Sirou twisted half of his head, and the night came, and he could no longer see what his face was.

"The magic attack in his body hurt his internal organs."

"Magic poison? Has he ever had a fight with the demon family? Song Zhuo asked in surprise.

Yuan Sirou turned her head and took a step.

"No, he was affected by the magic gas on the black stone, and there was a magic gas dormant in his body, accompanied by magic poison. An important reason why I accepted him as an apprentice is to help him understand the poison. I didn't expect that today... I still had an attack after all.

When Song Zhuoyuan heard this, his heart was shocked, and he even stepped back a few steps.

"The evil spirit of the demon family? So... I just taught the essence of my life's skills to a person with a demon's evil spirit? Song Zhuoyuan has regretted at this time. Once Chen Rufeng really falls into a crooked path and has a strong martial arts skill in the future, he doesn't know how many disasters it will bring to the world. And I also have to bear a great responsibility for this scourge.

After thinking about it for a moment, Song Zhuoyuan still followed Yuan Sirou's back and caught up with him.

In the middle of the flowing water, Yuan Sirou has given up her bed and gently covered Chen Rufeng with a quilt.

Jiang Shengtian, Li Yinru and Song Zhuoyuan beside them were all full of anxiety, and Li Yinru's eyes were full of tears and sad clouds.

"I haven't seen a wind-like poison attack before, but why does it suddenly attack for no reason now?" After all, Jiang Shengtian is the longest person with Chen Rufeng, and he asked doubtfully.

Song Zhuoyuan's heart was stiff again. Maybe his magic attack was urged by practicing his own ghost skills.

It's strange. Why do I always think it's all my fault? Song Zhuoyuan quickly ruled out this mentality of self-reproach and stared at Chen Rufeng, who had fallen asleep.

"Is there any...is there any way to cure him?" Li Yinru choked.

"I have given him some anti-toxic elixir, and now it's fine. He should wake up after one more day's rest. However, the poison is always difficult to eradicate, and it is difficult to guarantee that it will not happen again in the future. Yuan Sirou said worriedly.

Song Zhuoyuan said, "Can't your good water flow detoxify him?"

Yuan Sirou stared at him and felt that his words were useless to mock his good water flow. She said dryly, "Magic poison is not eliminated, especially when the magic gas has been accumulated in his body for a long time. Like a big tree rooted deep in the ground, it is not a matter of uprooting it overnight."

Seeing the concern for Chen Rufeng in Song Zhuoyuan's eyes, Yuan Sirou frowned suspiciously and asked, "Why do you care so much about my apprentice?"

Song Zhuoyuan's heart was empty, but after all, he was also a sophisticated person. His face did not change and said calmly, "I'm just passing by to have a look. He is fine, and I'm leaving now. He turned around and found a note on Yuan Sirou's table, which was exactly the same as the note left for him.

"In the morning, the bamboo altar will be important. Ruiyun."

"Ruiyun actually left such a note for you?" Song Zhuoyuan picked up the note and said to Yuan Sirou.

Yuan Sirou frowned, "So, do you also have it?"

Song Zhuo nodded far away.

"From this point of view, he left a note for all the hermits. It seems that he has something to say to us before he is in a hurry to call us. Song Zhuoyuan said.

"I guess he has nothing good to say to us." Yuan Sirou took the note from his hand and looked carefully, "In the morning, the bamboo altar. Will you go?"

Song Zhuoyuan nodded and said, "Of course, I'd like to see what medicine is sold in his gourd."

In the mysterious small building, the same font is also stuck to her strings, flying in the wind, but it can't float away.

The deep night sky is like a quilt on the earth, covering a vast territory without a circle, which can get out of the dark lock.

The black bamboo shadow is particularly mysterious, like ghost claws, stretching on the ground.

In the bamboo altar, there was no one, quiet, and even the wind did not pass by.

Three figures fell first into the bamboo altar.

The black robe is almost completely integrated with the night, and the contour boundaries cannot be seen clearly.

They stood still as if they were waiting for something, not anxious and full of patience.

It seems to be three black pillars, standing in the bamboo altar, motionless and frightening.

Then, two more people fell. However, these two figures are not wrapped in black robes. One is dressed in a plain white Taoist robe, and the other is a golden noble Taoist robe.

These two people are the two masters and apprentices of Ruiyun. As for the three people who arrived first, they are the three saints of the demon family.

When the moon is dark tonight, five people gathered in the bamboo altar, which must not be a good thing to talk about.

"We want to make sure that everything will happen tomorrow night." A gloomy voice came out, and the thick darkness could not see whose mouth was open. But everyone familiar with it knows that this is the voice of the demon saint.

Ruiyun said coldly, "Maybe with the four of us, we just barely tied with the four of them. But now there are five people here. Huaer has been trained as a first-class master by me. I don't believe that you can't beat the four of them.

In the dark, Huang Hua smiled modestly, but this smile turned into a treacherous laugh in the night.

"I think that martial arts genius Han Ling is also the worst of the Eight Hidden in the Central Plains, right?" Ruiyun smiled contemptuously and looked at his beloved disciple, feeling that it was not a problem to defeat Han Ling with the ability of yellowing now, full of satisfaction and pride.

The demon saint, who had not said a word, said at this time, "I don't know who was beaten away by someone, but now no one is monitoring the movement of the court."

The demon saint said that he was worried. Chaoge has always been a master living in the hidden bamboo forest, which is an indispensable variable in their plan.

"Chao? He won't get involved in this, will he? After all, there is still a distance from the bamboo altar. Unless he is really idle and bored, he will come here. The ghost saint expressed his opinion.

The demon saint said in a low voice, "We must ensure that everything is complete, and there will never be any mistake."

After listening to this, everyone suddenly said silently.

Ruiyun asked, "Is there a good way to prevent the court from getting involved in this matter?"

As soon as this question was thrown out, there was silence in the field.

In the end, the demon saint said, "The solution is that we can add another person who can compete with him to make everything."

"What other people are there who can compete with the court today besides Ze Kunyun and inexorable?" Ruiyun said with a sneer.

"This is not necessarily true. Judging from our experience of fighting with him last time, his skills are obviously not as good as before. Over the years, he has been immersed in wine, and his martial arts are naturally abandoned." The demon saint said lightly that Ruiyun felt a cold light shooting at him in the darkness, and the source was the pupil of the demon saint.

"In this case, we will find a master to wait in the dark. If it really comes, he can stop it. Even if the court doesn't come, we have his help, and the four hermits are even more difficult to fly. Let's buy a reassurance pill. The ghost saint smiled coldly.

Ruiyun's eyes swept over the three people in the dark, raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Well, it depends on what kind of people you invited."

The face of the three saints suddenly became very ugly.