"Ha——" Peng Yu yawned, picked up a peeled grape from the side and threw it into his mouth.

Zhuanyang put down the book and looked at him: "Why are you so tired? Didn't sleep well yesterday?"

After the internship in the morning class today, the two of them studied in the study together.

Including this time, Zhuanyang has seen him yawn five times.

"It's nothing." Peng Yu picked up a book casually to cover his dark circles: "It was just that he dreamed of a vixen last night and was entangled all night."

"Vox spirit? Humph... I don't know what you look like, but I thought I've been refined."

Zhuanyang joked and looked down at the book.

He has always arranged the defense of Simu Palace. Of course he knew that, let alone the vixen, even a mouse cockroach could not exist near Kunhao's residence.

Peng Yu read the "Collection of Qinglian Poems" and felt a sense of intimacy towards this sword saint outside the sky. But according to the documents left by the Heavenly Palace, the Qinglian sword saint named Li Taibai seems to be not from his own world.

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Parallel universe?

Holding your chin, turning page by page.

His consciousness gradually drifted away, and he thought of the tomb robber named "Qingxiao".

Pick up the brush casually and write the word "Qingxiao" on white paper.

"The sky is beautiful and the sky is beautiful, and the ink is wonderful and shocking."

Inexplicably, he silently recited a poem he had memorized in his previous life.

I wrote the word Qingyun at the back.

"'Qingxiao' is interpreted as 'Qingyun', and the word cloud..."

He picked up the pen and gently circled the word "cloud", and Peng Yu suddenly realized: "It turned out to be him!"

The noise was a bit loud, which attracted Zhuanyang's attention.

Peng Yu vaguely went over, lowered his head and grabbed the paper into a ball, and destroyed it with Huntian Gang Qi.

He thought to himself: No wonder he felt something was wrong. Did that bastard disguised?

But when he thought about it, he couldn't help but try it out and was ready to go: It's a good opportunity, this is an excellent opportunity.

"But we must first eliminate the factor of Zhuanyang."

Secretly looking at Zhuanyang next to him.

Although the young man sat upright and read a history book, Peng Yu could glimpse that behind the standing history book was a story novel.

That’s right, this kid is secretly reading novels! Don’t teach well, bad reviews!

Peng Yu withdrew his gaze and thought secretly.

After spending decades of time together, he really regards Zhuanyang as a friend.

Otherwise, why did Li Jingfeng turn a blind eye and pretend that he didn't know about that?

If that person is really Zhuanyun, he must find a way to hold Zhuanyang up.

After thinking for a while, Peng Yu's eyes fell on the medical book next to him.

"He has not learned much about medical skills over the years, but I have been studying medical skills for decades."

Soon, Peng Yu had an idea in his mind.

...

After the study was over, when Zhuanyang went to practice swords, Peng Yu teleported to the pharmacy.

There are more than 100 lecturers in Simu Palace. In addition to Wang Jian, there are many lecturers who practice immortal arts and use medicinal materials to refine alchemy.

Therefore, Peng Yu specially built a large pharmacy and bought and made elixirs every month.

After walking around the medicine room, he did not touch the ready-made medicinal materials and elixirs, but walked to the drying room next to him.

"The medicinal materials and elixirs in the drawer are recorded, so they cannot be touched. It is better to use unprocessed medicinal materials."

The drying room is responsible for dehydrating, drying and drying fresh medicinal materials for easy storage.

When I walked to a rack, I was drying a bunch of small white circles in the basket. These are the rhizomes of Xuanxin grass, which contain a piece in my mouth, which can avoid fire and transform the heat.

Peng Yu reached out and brushed by, and the immortal energy of Qiankun took a little essence of medicinal properties from each piece of medicinal material.

It took five kilograms to condense into a pill the size of a rice grain at the fingertips.

The pills are cold and white air is coming out.

Of course, this is just one of the medicines.

Peng Yu painted the gourd according to his example and extracted the medicinal properties from other medicinal materials.

More than 30 pills were collected from all over the world and sent them to Pangu Realm.

The Xuanhuang Qi of the Heaven and Earth in Pangu Realm automatically condenses a furnace and cauldron. After the pills are thrown in, they merge with each other to form an innate pill.

"The typhoid medicine has been completed."

This pill cannot help with practice. Instead, it will cause the human body mechanism due to its extremely cold characteristics, forming a state similar to typhoid cold.

Of course, in Dakun's medical concept, this is not a disease, it's just a physical discomfort, and you can heal yourself after lying for a few days.

Peng Yu threw it into his mouth and tasted it. The cold air flowed, and his nose quickly flowed, but no disease was born.

So he continued to make medicine.

More than ten pieces were made.

"In the past few days, let Zhuanyang be honest. I will deal with Zhuanyun."

...

It is a simple matter to impart medicine to Zhuanyang.

Originally, Peng Yu planned to replace it with Qiankun, and directly transform the medicine into an injection to replace it with Zhuanyang's blood. But he was afraid that Zhuanyang would notice it, so he used the most direct method - poisoning.

The two often eat together, and it is easy to poison.

That night, Zhuanyang started sneezing.

"I think you might as well go back first?" Peng Yu said with concern: "Forget it for the evening class tonight. Go back early to rest, and you will have an internship tomorrow."

"It's done too." Zhuanyang sneezed again, and felt that his clothes were a little thin.

Logically speaking, a warrior like me shouldn't be.

Silently mobilize the Haotian Gang to drive away the cold, but it has no effect after a few rounds.

The damage caused by the internal immortal energy is different. The disease is an evil monster born after the death of the ancient demon god. It is specially designed for revenge and is closer to curses.

Therefore, no matter how powerful the Martial Saint is, he cannot escape the torture of illness.

Zhuanyang has been afraid of the cold since he was a child, so he got up and said goodbye.

"By the way, don't stay too late. Go back early to rest."

"Yeah...I know."

Seeing Zhuanyang leave, Peng Yu sat there and waited for a while.

Convinced that Zhuanyang was lying down to rest, he teleported to the Linghuang Palace.

Enter the underground palace again and began a purposeless search.

"The mistake should have left a space mark on him yesterday. That way, it can be positioned at any time."

At present, Peng Yu is like a headless fly rushing around and cannot find anyone at all.

It was midnight again, and when a corridor changed its orientation.

Peng Yu saw that "Qingxiao" was covered in blood and staggered out.

Boom-

The passage turned into a wall, and Qingxiao rolled on the ground a few times, and finally lay there and gasped.

You have today too!

Peng Yu felt happy.

When he saw Zhuanyun, he always looked like a humble gentleman. How could he have seen Zhuanyun as embarrassed?

On the surface, he pretended to be very shocked: "Are you okay?"

Peng Yu hurried over and supported him.

He secretly sacrificed the Emperor Seal and built a space mark on his boots.

Huang Jixi was unwilling to touch other people's dirty shoes, but he couldn't stand Peng Yu's summoning, and finally left a mark on the leather surface of the ankle.

It's done.

Peng Yu was secretly happy and used his acting skills: "Brother Qingxiao, don't move around, I'll help you heal your wounds."
To be continued...