While Chen Dong was refining Tongshen Pills, Sloppy Taoist, Ji Shengwen, and Zhuo Yizhou were all waiting anxiously.
As usual, Zhuo Yizhou borrowed Chen Dong's Ruyi Pendant, and with the help of Xue Po Pill, he successfully broke through to the eighth level master!
Seeing Ji Shengwen was speechless: "Damn it, my junior brother's talent is really terrifying."
The sloppy Taoist said cheerfully: "Of course, how can I be wrong in accepting a disciple?"
Ji Shengwen added: "Master, you are about to break through to the realm of 'tongshen'."
Although no one knows how effective Tongshen Pill is, since you have decided to give it a try, it is always okay to say something good.
The sloppy Taoist also said proudly: "I also want to see what kind of power 'tongshen' has. I have never seen a person who 'tongshen' in my life!"
It was at this moment that the door to the room opened and Chen Dong walked out.
"Successful."
Chen Dong said exhaustedly, his body slumped and almost fell down.
Sloppy Taoist and Ji Shengwen quickly helped him.
"It's okay..." Chen Dong waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm not that fragile!"
Then, he spread his hands.
There is a... dark pill in the palm of my hand.
In the past, pills were all white, crystal clear, and exuded a fragrant aroma.
This pill is as black as coke and exudes a disgusting smell.
"This...is this Tongshen Pill?!" Ji Shengwen was shocked.
The sloppy Taoist also looked solemn.
Zhuo Yizhou laughed out loud: "Senior Brother Chen, you, a top alchemist, can't be a fake..."
Chen Dong glared at him fiercely, and Zhuo Yizhou quickly shut his mouth.
Chen Dong said: "Based on the prescription of Tongshen Pill, I made it and it is indeed like this... In fact, I don't think it is right. I even suspect that it is poison. Master, why don't we stop taking it?"
After Chen Dong finished speaking, he wanted to crush the Tongshen Pill.
However, the sloppy Taoist grabbed his wrist.
"Now that I've mastered it, I might as well give it a try."
"I have been through all these years of strong winds and waves, why should I be afraid of a small Tongshen pill?"
"Besides, your master is physically very strong, so even if it is really poison, it can't kill me!"
The sloppy Taoist said, took the Tongshen Pill and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Master!"
Chen Dong, Ji Shengwen, and Zhuo Yizhou shouted together.
But it's too late.
The sloppy Taoist had already swallowed the Tongshen Pill.
The sloppy Taoist immediately sat down cross-legged, as if waiting to absorb the Tongshen Pill.
Any medicine that is helpful for cultivation will explode with a surge of energy when it enters the abdomen. What you need to do at this time is to quickly dissolve, absorb, digest, and guide it.
There is no turning back when the bow is drawn.
Now that the sloppy Taoist had eaten, the three disciples could only look at him helplessly.
The sloppy Taoist closed his eyes and carefully felt the energy in his belly.
The three apprentices were also very nervous.
Soon, the sloppy Taoist frowned and made a "hissing" sound from his mouth, which seemed to be in great pain.
"Master, how are you?" Chen Dong was undoubtedly even more nervous. After all, he was the one who made the Tongshen Pill.
"Master..."
Just when Ji Shengwen was about to say something, he saw the sloppy Taoist suddenly made a "pop" sound and spurted out a large mouthful of dark blood, splattering all over the floor.
"Master!"
The three disciples all panicked and quickly stepped forward to help the sloppy Taoist.
However, the sloppy Taoist shook his head and signaled them not to come.
"puff--"
The sloppy Taoist spit out another mouthful of dark blood.
The three apprentices were even more panicked.
"Junior Brother Chen, what's going on?" Ji Shengwen asked nervously.
"I don't know either..."
Before Chen Dong could finish speaking, he saw the sloppy Taoist spit out a mouthful of dark blood again.
The third time!
Chen Dong couldn't stand it any longer and was ready to go up to the sloppy Taoist to find out.
After all, he is the descendant of the King of Medicine, and over time he will be able to treat some simple diseases.
He wanted to make sure that the sloppy Taoist was poisoned.
If you are poisoned, seek medical treatment immediately.
But at this moment, the sloppy Taoist suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood again.
This blood is darker, sticky, and thicker than the previous one!
And the quantity is large, one bite can last up to ten bites.
In front of the sloppy Taoist, a black river almost flows.
Then, the sloppy Taoist tilted his body and fell to the ground.
"Master!"
The three apprentices rushed forward together.
Some of them went to hold Master's arm, some to support Master's head, and some to explore Master's breathing.
They were in a hurry, and after working for a while, they were horrified to find...
The sloppy Taoist seems to be dead.
The three disciples were all stunned, looking at the slovenly Taoist who was motionless in disbelief.
"No...it's impossible..." Chen Dong said tremblingly: "With Master's physique, even if he is exposed to a trace amount of poison, he can still withstand it..."
"What if it's highly poisonous?" Ji Shengwen asked tremblingly.
"..." Chen Dong couldn't answer.
In fact, there are indeed some poisons in the raw materials for refining Tongshen Pills...
But it’s not that toxic!
"Repay my master!"
Zhuo Yizhou suddenly exploded, rushed in front of Chen Dong, and punched Chen Dong hard in the face.
Chen Dong was completely unprepared and unprepared.
This punch directly knocked him away, and he fell to the ground with a "thud".
"Repay my master!"
Zhuo Yizhou's eyes were red, and he rushed towards Chen Dong again, hitting Chen Dong's face with "bang bang bang".
Chen Dong did not fight back or resist.
Not even protection.
He let Zhuo Yizhou's fist hit him hard in the face.
"Enough!"
Ji Shengwen suddenly shouted and pulled Zhuo Yizhou away.
"You understand!" Ji Shengwen scolded fiercely: "Chen Dong doesn't want this either!"
"Master is dead, and you are still protecting Chen Dong!" Zhuo Yizhou roared.
"But I really don't blame him!" Ji Shengwen's eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes.
Zhuo Yizhou stamped his feet and ran towards the sloppy Taoist.
"Master!"
Zhuo Yizhou threw himself on the sloppy Taoist, crying and shouting.
Ji Shengwen also knelt beside the sloppy Taoist and cried loudly.
Chen Dong lay on the ground, turning his head towards the sloppy Taoist, still unable to believe that this was true.
He was punched more than ten times by Zhuo Yizhou, and his nose was bleeding.
But he seemed to feel no pain, and just stared blankly at the sloppy Taoist.
Why?
Why?
Why is this happening...
Ji Shengwen and Zhuo Yizhou shouted for a long time, but the sloppy Taoist still didn't wake up.
Zhuo's father and Zhuo's mother invited the best doctor in Weishui City, but they still issued a death notice.
Dead, really dead.
People in the courtyard came and went, came and left.
Chen Dong was still lying on the ground, tears already stained his face.
…
Shangjing, Holy Palace.
Lines of Holy Guards crisscrossed the area, patrolling visible or invisible places.
They form the strongest line of defense in the Holy Palace. No outsider can break in!
Song Weiguo was among them.
As the captain of the third team, he is conscientious and dedicated to his duties, and has won the title of "Best Guard" for several consecutive years. Both Yan Sheng and Hou Jimo were full of praise for him.
Just today, after Song Weiguo received a call, he hurried to the door of a certain side hall.
"Master Hou..." Song Weiguo said softly.
Hou Jimo shouted "hiss" at him, turned around to see if Yan Sheng was not disturbed, and then pulled Song Weiguo to the side.
"What's the matter? Are you so angry?"
"Master Hou, I have to ask for leave."
"What happened?"
"My master...may not be able to survive!"
Song Weiguo said this with great heartache.
He just received a call from Ji Shengwen and couldn't believe this fact at all.
No matter how sad Ji Shengwen cried, Song Weiguo couldn't believe it.
How is it possible that this sloppy Taoist is just one step away from being able to "connect with the gods"!
How could such a person die?
In his mind, there is no other way for a sloppy Taoist to die other than old age or illness!
After repeated confirmations, Song Weiguo decided to take a look in person.
Hearing with the ears is false, seeing with the eyes is true.
He still didn't believe that the master was dead.
Hou Jimo said strangely: "Who is your master? Why haven't I heard that you have a master?"
Song Weiguo said helplessly: "Of course I have a master, otherwise how could I get this skill? Lord Marquis, my master is unknown, he is just a country man, so don't ask about it, just allow me to leave!"
Hou Jimo sighed and said: "The guards of the Holy Palace are like a carrot and a pit. If you leave, there will be no one to take care of you... Okay, I'll give you a day off. Try to go as early as possible and come back as early as possible!"
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"
Song Weiguo turned around and hurried away.
Hou Jimo returned to the side hall.
"What happened?" Yan Sheng said without raising his head as he was reviewing official documents.
"Back to Your Majesty, it's Song Weiguo asking for leave." Hou Jimo said respectfully.
"Oh? What happened to him?" Yan Sheng became interested.
Song Weiguo rarely asked for leave, and he was the most famous model worker in the Holy Palace. He worked almost 365 days a year, rain or shine.
"Go back to the Holy Spirit and tell him that his master is dying... he may have to go back to pay his respects. I have granted him a day's leave."
"Master passed away, how can one day's leave be enough..."
Yan Sheng shook his head slightly, obviously not satisfied with Hou Jimo's approach.
"It's not enough..." Hou Jimo sighed and said: "The Holy Guards of the Holy Palace cannot survive without anyone... It's okay to walk for a while, but it's definitely not okay to walk for a whole day. The Holy Guards' mourning leave is always one day.
"
Yan Sheng said nothing and continued to review official documents.
When it comes to the security of the Holy Palace, Hou Jimo is more professional.
Hou Jimo said to himself: "I don't know who Song Weiguo's master is. I have never heard him talk about it before..."
"You don't know?" Yan Sheng laughed: "I know everything."
Hou Jimo looked surprised: "Who is it?"
"Sloppy Taoist."
After saying these four words, Yan Sheng continued to lower his head and work.
"I see... The Holy One is so powerful that he knows everything about the world without even leaving the palace..."
Hou Jimo wasted no time in flattering him and gave Yan Sheng a thumbs up.
But as he was talking, he suddenly froze.
Because he remembered the night Cui Minggui held the full moon banquet.
Now we obviously have a clue as to who sent the sloppy Taoist to Beijing.