The master is so popular that his disciples want to commit crimes against him.

Chapter 196: Poisonous Look

"If it wasn't you who poisoned me, who else could it be?" Jin Xiaoxiao said calmly but fiercely.

"I've been sleeping under the tree. Besides, there are a million ways to poison someone, so why would I do it so obviously?"

Tang Yixien had to admit that what Hua Lao said made sense.

But how did Sheng Qingye get poisoned?

"Could it be? Did Master Sheng eat it by mistake?" Old Hua pondered.

"Absolutely impossible." Tang Yixien said with certainty. His disciple would not be like this.

"Impossible. The eldest senior brother has been with us the whole time. He just went out to fetch some water. Besides, that was the most poisonous fruit. Why would he eat it?" Xuan Yuran added.

Xuan Yuran's brows were also furrowed. After all, that was his senior brother.

At this moment, the sound of Cuicui's footsteps came particularly clearly.

Everyone's eyes turned to the parrot.

"It's not me, it's not me." Cuicui fluttered and wanted to fly away.

Tang Yixien put his fingers together and moved them.

The strong wind around the parrot rose up and suspended the whole parrot in the air.

It's still shouting,

"Not me, not me."

"Cui Cui, you...oh..."

Old Hua sat down on the chair next to him, with a worried look on his face as if the sky was falling.

It's obvious!

The parrot must have taken revenge on Sheng Qingye by picking the fruit while Hua Lao was dozing off, and when no one was paying attention, put the fruit of the All-Poisonous Fruit into Sheng Qingye's teacup.

Tang Yixien suddenly felt murderous. What was the point of keeping this parrot?

"Please, Master Tang...it has been with me for decades."

Mr. Hua immediately bowed and begged for mercy, rubbing his hands together.

Tang Yixian sighed deeply, and asked anxiously with a cold expression:

"Is there any way to detoxify this Fruit of Ten Thousand Poisons?"

Hua Lao scratched the mushroom hairpin on his head, thought for a moment and said:

"I can make a poison of similar toxicity. Let's see how it goes."

Tang Yi thought of what is often said in martial arts novels: fight poison with poison.

"Fighting poison with poison, right?" Jin Xiaoxiao said from the side.

"That's right. Fortunately, this Fruit of All Poisons isn't fully ripe yet, only half-ripe. I can only risk using this method, but it's still a good chance."

"What are the chances of winning?" Tang Yixin lowered his eyes and looked at the semi-conscious Sheng Qingye and asked.

Hua Lao wiped his face:

"Fifty percent. If Master Sheng can survive this time, he will be immune to all poisons. Most poisons on Yuanzhi Continent will be useless to him."

When Sheng Qingye heard the words "immune to all poisons", he raised his eyelids and said in a very weak voice:

"Then from now on, disciple, I will no longer be afraid of Master poisoning me."

Tang Yixien's brows furrowed, and he smiled bitterly.

It's already this late, and you still remember this.

Fifty percent, which means half and half.

But at the moment, there was no other way but to take a gamble. Tang Yixian hugged Sheng Qingye and picked him up. When he passed by Hua Lao, he said coldly, "Then I'll have to trouble Hua Lao."

Hua Lao shuddered, "I am so ashamed... If it weren't for me, if it weren't for Cuicui."

Before he could finish, Tang Yixien had already left with Sheng Qingye in his arms.

At this moment, Tang Yixien's thoughts were all on Sheng Qingye.

Jin Xiaoxiao and Xuan Yuran stayed to make medicine with Hua Lao.

Tang Yixien carried the person back to his room and gently placed him on the vine bed on the ground.

Sheng Qingye's face was frighteningly pale at this moment, and his usually sharp and handsome appearance now looked a bit fragile.

Tang Yixien stood up to pour water, but was gently grabbed by Sheng Qingye's hand.

He sat back on the bed. Sheng Qingye had no strength left, so he fell into his arms and said softly:

"Master, please don't go. I'm so cold. Can you hug me?"

The spiritual power in Sheng Qingye's body could no longer be mobilized, and the poison made him feel cold all over.

Tang Yixin was hugged around the waist, and the force he felt was weak.

Sheng Qingye no longer had the strength to hold him.

He felt depressed, as this meant that Sheng Qingye was really too weak.

He held Sheng Qingye in his arms with strength.

Sheng Qingye felt Tang Yixien's initiative. This was almost the first time in Sheng Qingye's memory that he had been hugged by him like this.

Master is indeed soft-hearted.

The soft and warm master was right beside me, and the faint fragrance of magnolia filled my nose. The chest tightness that had just been so severe was instantly relieved.

Tang Yixien could feel the person in his arms getting colder and colder, and his breath getting weaker and weaker.

He was a little anxious.

Why hasn't Hua Lao's medicine arrived yet?

Just when he was anxious to go and take a look, he heard a sound coming from the door.

"Master, go get the medicine."

He gently placed Sheng Qingye on the bed, opened the door, and took the medicine from Old Hua. He saw the anxious expressions of Xuan Yuran and Jin Xiaoxiao.

He asked them to go back and said he would take care of the problem by himself, as more people could not solve the problem.

Tang Yixien returned to the bed, helped Sheng Qingye up, and held the still warm medicine in his hand.

He originally thought that it should be an elixir, but it might be too late to refine it.

After drinking the medicine, Sheng Qingye still stayed in Tang Yixian's arms, and Tang Yixian let him do it.

After drinking a bowl of poison, Sheng Qingye felt uncomfortable and hot in his internal organs. He was so burned that he didn't even have the strength to speak.

"It must be the parrot that got the poisonous fruit." Tang Yixien whispered.

Sheng Qingye couldn't help but smile bitterly. Who would have thought that he, Sheng Qingye, would be harmed like this by a bird.

It's like a tiger in plain land is bullied by birds.

If he wants to survive, he must pluck all the feathers from the parrot.

Tang Yixin used his spiritual power to sense Sheng Qingye's breath, but it was still very weak. He frowned slightly with worry in his heart.

"Is my disciple going to die?" Sheng Qingye moved in Tang Yixin's arms and said softly with a half-breath.

"Nonsense, I will not let you die as long as I am here."

Sheng Qingye is not afraid of death, but he has become a little afraid since he met Tang Yixin.

If he died, the Master would never be his.

Maybe, it could be Jin Xiaoxiao's, or maybe it could be Xuan Yuran's, that silly phoenix.

No, he couldn't die, he absolutely couldn't die.

At this moment, he felt the burning sensation in his body getting more and more intense. He could endure the pain. Even though beads of sweat appeared on his head, he gritted his teeth tightly, his face still calm and slightly arrogant.

"Master...will you be my Taoist companion?"

"no.."

Tang Yixien couldn't figure out what was going on in Sheng Qingye's mind.

Sheng Qingye's eyes darkened. He couldn't remember how many times he had asked, but all he heard was a rejection.

He felt more and more pain in his body, as if the pain was digging into his bones inch by inch.

It would be better to just kill him with one knife.

Tang Yixin was calling on his spiritual power at this moment, trying to transfer it into Sheng Qingye's tendons and veins, but it did not merge with Sheng Qingye's spiritual power at all.

It bounced back again.

The burning pain in his body was so piercing that Sheng Qingye couldn't lie quietly in Tang Yixin's arms.

He was in so much pain that his heart was in turmoil.

Tang Yixien didn't dare to hug Sheng Qingye tightly.

Just like that, Sheng Qingye couldn't sit still anymore, so he fell down and pressed Tang Yixien under him.