Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

Slowly opening his eyes and looking at the simple bamboo house, Qingyun pulled a wry smile from the corner of his mouth.

After Mo Xuan came, she had never experienced the severe pain caused by the attack of cold poison. She didn't expect that this time it would make her so painful that she could die from the pain if her obsession with revenge was not too deep.

I don’t know what Mo Xuan is like?

If he knew that she actually used her internal energy to cause the cold poison to attack, he would probably be furious, right?

I remember that time at Yanmen Pass, she almost used her inner strength to save her father who was in danger. Afterwards, Mo Xuan destroyed all the elixirs he had refined. His face was frighteningly dark for five days, and he looked like anyone he saw. It was like seeing the enemy who killed his father.

It’s no wonder that as the direct disciple of old man Tianji, a medical monster, he has never been able to eradicate the cold poison in her body. If word spread, it will really damage his reputation as a miracle doctor.

"Jiu...Jiu'er, you finally woke up."

At this time, Situ Jingyu walked in with a bowl of soup. A pair of black boots were a few steps behind him. Qingyun looked up along the black boots.

He is about fifty years old, with white hair and beard. There are not many wrinkles on his handsome and square face. The eyes that look at her contain inexplicable complex emotions. The bridge of his nose is straight, his lips are tightly closed, and his lips are thin. Underneath the thin green robe is a tall figure, one can imagine that he must have been an elegant and elegant young man.

"Jiu'er, drink the medicine first." Situ Jingyu carefully handed the decoction with just the right temperature to the hand of Qingyun, who was sitting with his back against the bed rail: "This is the decoction prepared by the old senior. It is said to be able to relieve your pain." The cold poison in the body."

When he woke up and learned from the old man that she had an attack of cold poison in order to save him, he felt like his heart was cut by a knife. At the same time, he was extremely angry at his incompetence. Not only did he fail to protect her, but he even harmed her. If If something happened to her, he would definitely die to apologize.

Seeing the undisguised self-blame and pain in Situ Jingyu's eyes, Qingyun understood that it must be the old senior who told him the whole story, and also understood that no amount of words could persuade him, so he said nothing and picked up the A bowl of soup medicine, the strong bitter smell that hit her face made her frown slightly.

Over the past five years, she had become accustomed to the slightly sweet pills prepared by Mo Xuan. This bowl of soup was really hard for her to swallow.

“Good medicine tastes bitter!”

Hearing this, Qing Yun raised her eyes and looked at the old man who said Leng Buding: "Thank you, old man, for saving your life. Haven't you asked me for my name yet?"

"It's okay not to mention it if you are a vulgar person in the mountains."

"Old senior is proficient in the art of Qihuang?"

It's not surprising that Qingyun has such doubts. Mo Xuan once said that the cold poison in her body was caused by her mother being poisoned by a secret poison that failed to be detoxified in time. Unless she was the poisoner, most doctors would not say that it could reduce or reduce the poison. Even if she could not be eradicated, she could not even be diagnosed. Didn't the imperial doctors only say that she was born with a cold constitution?

"To understand a little bit, Fire Dragon Grass resists your body constitution, and Laochan is just a little bit tolerant to relieve your pain."

"Thank you for your trouble, senior." Since the senior didn't want to say anything, Qingyun didn't force it.

Although she had fallen into a coma at that time, she felt that someone was feeding her the fire dragon grass juice. When she was experiencing the torment of life and death in the world of ice and fire, a timely input of strong internal energy relieved her pain, and this The person is obviously this old-timer.

Therefore, if the old-timer wanted to harm her, he would not save her.

After picking up the soup and drinking it in one gulp, Situ Jingyu handed over a golden fruit at the right time. Qingyun bit it in her mouth and felt the fragrance filling her mouth and filling her lungs with sweetness: "What kind of fruit is this?"

"This is Gan Guo." Situ Jingyu said distressedly: "You were in a coma for a day and a night. The old man said that you can only eat these fruits for the time being."

Standing in front of the enchanting Manzhushahua in full bloom, Qingyun's eyes were blurred, and her heart was filled with melancholy and sadness.

My father said that my mother’s favorite thing during her lifetime was this Manzhu Shahua. My father, who loved my mother deeply, planted a large piece in front of the house to symbolize their endless love.

If her parents were still alive, they would definitely love her as much as their father and Uncle Leng did, and would not bear to let her suffer even the slightest injustice. She wouldn't be so infatuated that she ended up with such a tragic end, right?