Concubine Shizi is acting as a demon again today

Chapter 237 The Crying Old Taoist Priest

Ye Qingqian suddenly yelled: "Wait, don't you wonder where I, a lady like me, learned poison?"

Wuxu was taken aback: "Where did you learn it?"

Ye Qingqian said proudly: "I once rescued an old beggar when I was young. He gave me a copy of "Poison Classic", and I learned my poison art from there."

The old Taoist Wuxu rolled his eyes: "Okay, if you write the "Poison Classic" silently, I will let you go!"

Ye Qingqian nodded repeatedly, thinking to herself, you let me go?It is estimated that when I write it, it will be the day of my death. I will procrastinate first, and then slowly think of a way.

In the days that followed, Ye Qingqian always made various excuses, such as forgetting, or being hungry. In the end, he simply said that he was greedy for meat, and Daoist Wuxu coveted the "Poison Classic", so he had to ask someone to give Ye Qingqian After cooking meat dishes such as braised pork ribs and braised chicken, Ye Qingqian's mouth was dripping with oil.

Huh?Why is there a sound of swallowing saliva?Ye Qingqian looked to the side, and it turned out that the old Taoist who delivered the food was swallowing there, and Ye Qingqian felt a rare feeling of compassion: "Old Taoist, come and eat with me! Anyway, the delivery of food today is more than usual... ..."

Before Ye Qingqian finished speaking, the old Taoist rushed over, tore off a chicken leg and began to gnaw, Ye Qingqian was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled off the other chicken leg. Knowing what it means to be polite, I have to hurry up and eat, otherwise he will eat it up!
The two fought each other for a while, and finished the food in a short while. Ye Qingqian and the old Taoist couldn't help smiling at each other when they saw each other's distressed appearance.Ye Qingqian laughed loudly, but the old Taoist couldn't make a sound, just grinned.

From this day onwards, Ye Qingqian would invite the old Taoist priest to have dinner with him, and the old Taoist priest would not be polite, and would occasionally bring some fruits to Ye Qingqian. Ye Qingqian was very puzzled. Where did the Taoist get the fresh fruit?
When Ye Qingqian silently wrote the "Poison Classic" for Wu Xu, he often omitted or added a few flavors of the medicinal materials in it, and sometimes he would put on the crown and put it on. I didn't take it to heart.It happened that he hadn't returned to Qingfeng Temple for a long time, and there were a lot of affairs in the temple, so he didn't take care of taking medicinal materials to experiment for a while.

Because Wuxu found out that Ye Qingqian had no internal energy, he didn't give her acupuncture points or medicine. Ye Qingqian secretly practiced Nine Heavens Mysterious Demon Art in the house during the day.

Every day at noon, I move a stool outside to bask in the sun, and when it gets dark, I go back to the house and light the oil lamp. I write two modified poison recipes for Wuxu, occasionally mixing some real poison recipes, but the real poison recipes are generally Prescriptions for teasing people, such as swollen face, diarrhea and so on.Ye Qingqian thought to himself that there are thousands of poisonous prescriptions in the "Poison Classic", and I would write two prescriptions for him a day, which would last at least two or three years.

There was snowflakes in the sky that day, Ye Qingqian had never seen snow before, she couldn't help jumping up and down happily, when the old Taoist priest came to deliver the meal at noon, Ye Qingqian even pulled the old Taoist priest to build a snowman.

The old Taoist was also happily babbling and gesticulating, and finally the two of them built two snowmen, Ye Qingqian pointed to one of them and said: "Old Taoist, look, the one with the Taoist crown is you, this girl with long hair The snowman is me, and each of us holds a big chicken leg in our hand! Haha!"

The old Taoist burst into tears. Although there was no sound, two lines of muddy tears flowed from his eyes, and his body trembled non-stop.

　Second more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)