Chapter 1 The Old Poisons First appeared

"Xiaomo~!!!" The old man rushed into my house at the speed of a rocket.

2.8 seconds. Old man, you have improved by 0.3 seconds! Sure enough, I'm much younger without a beard. I sat by the bed with a smile, teasing my baby-cat in my hand!

"No bullshit, what's wrong with my beard?" The old man had no patience to listen to my nonsense at all, and asked, holding his "ele and fashionable" beard.

The kitten said it wanted a new nest. I pulled out all the carrier pigeons you raised, and it's still a little short. Personally, I think that your 27-year-old beard on your chin is a complete waste of resources and unsightly. Usually, it gets dirty when you eat, and your beard also grabs your body's nutrition in order to grow... So, I put a little medicine in your meal last night. After you ran to the toilet for 63 times, I smelled a little incense in your room and pulled it out one by one when you fell asleep!"

"What else?" The old man began to grit his teeth.

"What else... Well, okay, okay, I'll confess!" Looking at the blue veins on the old man's forehead and the fists that began to clenched, I decided to confess: "After I finished the nest for the kitten, there was a miraculously ray of your beard left. I think you should be tired of the white beard you have seen for more than 20 years, so you can dye it green..."

"Ah~ No, don't do it. If you have something to say, just say it. Hey, I respect you as a master to give you face. Hit me again! Ah, it hurts!" Before I finished, the old man had picked up a stick at the door and began to hit me without mercy.

After I climbed 2 mountains, crossed 4 rivers, and drilled a cave, I escaped the old man's pursuit.

Is it so exciting? It's just a beard and a carrier pigeon! I rubbed the bag on my head.

In the previous life, I was an ordinary college student on the earth, the kind that I couldn't find even if I fell into the crowd. When I was looking for a job after graduating from college, I was walking on the road and was knocked down by a flower pot that fell from upstairs. When I woke up, I came to this place as a baby. I don't know what era it was, but the style of clothes should be ancient, right?

In this life, I am an orphan raised by an old man, and I have lived in this vast mountain for 18 years. The old man didn't tell me his name, let alone his identity. Let me call him casually. He also pretended to be a hermit master and said, "The name is just a code name."

But the old man is really good, but he is a little bored. So since I grew up and was free to move freely, I have been working hard to teach him what the fun of life is.

The old man taught me a lot of things, such as swordsmanship, whipping, hidden weapons, and fist and foot kung fu. But I think that if a girl learns a little bit of boxing and foot kung fu, she can defend herself, and she doesn't have to be too proficient in it. So I spent most of my energy on medical and toxicology. In the previous life, a doctor was a profiteering profession. As for poison, it is purely a hobby, and the old man also said that both medical and poison are the realm!

"Uh... Old man, you will catch a cold when you sleep on the floor." When I came back from the old man's pursuit for three days, I saw this scene: the old man flew backwards in front of me, with a few weeds on his snow-white hair, a green eye, and a shoe print on his clothes. MD, I'm angry! No one in the world can bully the old man! He is the old man in my family. Even if I have never called Master...

"Old man, you are old, and you have been abused like this! Go and cool down. I'll take care of it here. With that, I helped him under the tree to rest. He seemed to want to say something, but he began to cough violently again. My eyes suddenly became a little wet. I raised my head, secretly wiped off the tears from the corners of my eyes, removed the weeds on the old man's head, wiped off the blood stains from my mouth, took out a pile of bottles and cans from my pocket, and then seriously helped him apply ointment on the wound. These drugs are all formulated by the old man, and the effect is very good.

I turned around and looked at the enemy in front of me: dark green hair, a rickety body, a sackcloth dress, a cynical smile, and a treacherous and strange light flashed in my eyes from time to time. I curled my lips and looked at my old man: "Hey, how can this guy look worse than you? Is it a shame to be defeated by him?

I pulled out the long sword around my waist. The old man in front of me looked at me strangely. What are you looking at? What are you looking at? Do you have eyes? Look back! Humph! I also stared at him angrily.

"Uh... that... is better than fists and feet." I looked at the weapon in his hand and said weakly. Damn, didn't the old man say that there are few hidden weapons in the world? Why did the first person who broke into my ground use a hidden weapon? Or is it the kind of hidden weapon with a huge attack area and highly poisonous?! Is it still used openly as a weapon? But after I said it, he really put away the hidden weapon! He really put away the hidden weapon! A kind of psychology of lucky escape arises spontaneously! He looked at me, and a trace of teasing flashed in his eyes? Bastard, is he teasing me? So I dodged and rushed to him...

Ten minutes later, I stopped. I was so tired... The old man smiled at me with his extremely strange voice: "Wow, old man, is this the apprentice you trained in seclusion? The bones are good, but the kung fu is not very good, but she is quite watery. I have decided that I don't want your life today. I will take her back to be my apprentice's daughter-in-law. Gaga..."

I looked at him quietly for a long time and shouted, "Old man, run!?" Damn, I can't beat it. The old man has lived in seclusion in the mountains for so many years and has never seen him meet anyone. Why did an old monster suddenly appear?

When I turned back to inform the old man to run, I found that he was slowly coming towards me. Old man, are you crazy? Run!" I was anxious. This old monster's kung fu was extremely terrible, and his poisonous skills were even more amazing. Many times when I met him, the toxins on his body naturally spread to me. Although this kind of small poison has not had much impact on me, I know that it is because he did not deliberately use poison. This situation is completely caused by the poison for many years. The toxin is contaminated with the whole body, and there is no need to deliberately poison to kill ordinary people.

"Old poison, let her go. I will give up my martial arts. I just ask you to let her go." The old man looked at the old monster bitterly.

"No, no, no. That's so boring! You don't want to marry? Then I will let my apprentice come and marry her in person. Presumably my precious apprentice will be interested in her. Quack, old man, the next time I find you again, it will be the day of the poison competition. If you lose again, don't blame me for being ruthless. Gaga-ga..." With that, he used his light skills and drifted away.

I stared at all this, always feeling like a nonsensical nightmare, coming suddenly and going more suddenly. Old man, who is that mental illness?

"He still appeared, and he still found me. Alas! It's doomed!" The old man shook his head with a bitter face and pinched the wisp of green beard in his hand!