"You know?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Lang Qinghe's eyes.

So he asked again: "Then do you know how powerful the elixir is?"

If I knew how could I be so calm and relaxed, I could not see any anxiety about my cultivation being damaged and my life was in danger?

Lang Qinghe recovered his memory as the True Lord of Yanghua. The deepest part of it was the disappearance of the Nascent Soul, the golden elixir collapsed, and followed by the suffocation and despair like a huge wave. That body of cultivation was the result of his hard work for nearly a hundred years, but it was destroyed in one go. In the future, the poison of the broken elixir attacks, and there will be torture waiting for him that life is worse than death. How can he not be anxious?

That's fine.

Once the poison of the broken pill attacks, the long black hair, the elegant and elegant face, and the vibrant and young body... everything will age very quickly. Until the chicken skin and crane hair are slim and the body is slim, and even the nose can smell the rotten stinking emitted from the inside out.

"As this, of course I know it."

As a time traveler, knowing that his vest is poisoned, how could he not understand that kind of poison?

"Then why are you..." Lang Qinghe paused and said, "I don't care much?"

Pei Ye asked back: "Why do you think so? Don't care? How is that possible?"

If you can live, who wants to die?

But after searching for so many books in the library, there was no solution. The former head of Lingji Sect was also deeply persecuted by this poison, so she knew that she was probably unsuccessful. It was not that she wanted to accept her fate, but that she felt that all things were in a orderly manner, and that they had their own cycle of life and death, and they were unable to be attached.

Pei Ye said calmly: "Junior Brother Yutan, as one of the top medical practitioners in the world, was helpless with this poison. The medicines he prescribed were mainly suppressed and conditioned to relieve the pain of poison. I knew the result. Life is long and life is long, and life is short and life is short. Instead of living for three or five hundred years, it is better to live for three or five years. Anyway, it is a free time, and I have made a fortune."

Lang Qinghe told her about the symptoms of poisoning, which caused Yang Jingzhenjun to look at him like a murderous look.

Hehe, where is Lang Qinghe timid?

He and Zhenjun Yang Jing have not dealt with for so many years, and he is not afraid of anything.

Pei Ye scratched his face, looked up at the sky and thought for a while, and asked back, "I have read the symptoms you mentioned in the book collection, but fortunately, I can still accept them."

Lang Qinghe: "...can you accept it?"

Zhenjun Yang Jing's heart moved slightly, and his forbearing and obscure eyes fell secretly on Pei Ye.

Pei Ye nodded: "The leader of Yang Wei guessed that my memory was damaged, and I was so suspicious, but my current memory was indeed as of sixteen years old. This age is still fourteen years before adulthood, let alone the gray-haired old age. The attack of the elixir-breaking poison will make me age quickly. If I think about it well, I will make up for the regret of not being able to live until I grow old? If I think so, I think it's okay."

"you--"

Lang Qinghe was stunned for a long time, as if he wanted to see from Pei Ye's face that even a little hypocrisy or showing off.

What made him regretful and envious was that he couldn't find it.

The face that he was so familiar with, the eyes that he was so familiar with were just a person who had changed his inner core, and he had an unprecedented sense of comfort and openness. This was something he had never experienced after being entangled by inner demons for most of his life. The flowers on the surface were rotten and smelly inside.

Zhenjun Yang Jing stood beside Pei Ye and snorted coldly at Lang Qinghe.

"This is the difference between people."

Lang Qinghe's thoughts were pulled back by Yang Jing's sarcastic mockery, and his chest was blocked.

"Haha, Junior Brother Yang Jing, we are half a pound and eight taels, and we laugh at each other for fifty steps. What's your pride?"

The charming phoenix eyes glanced at Lang Qinghe.

Give me a look and feel it for yourself.

Yang Jing said lightly: "You guess?"

Lang Qinghe: "..."

I guess you are a big-headed ghost!

Seeing Yang Jing leaning towards his shell, he had the urge to poke his eyes blind.

MD, he has reason to suspect that Yang Jing is a broken sleeve.

When he thought that he might break into his shell, he felt his stomach squirming wildly, and his nausea rushed to his throat.

Pei Ye, the client, was eating melons.

The Bagua series "Records of All Things in Major Sects in the Cultivation World" once again failed her trust.

Yang Jing and Yang Hua agreed to be incompatible with each other. If they were unhappy, they would draw their swords and swords to the dark sky and the earth?

That's it?

That's it?

That's it?

When elementary school chickens are quarreling, Pei Ye is even confident that his swearing inventory can crush them.

Little do they know that the gossip series of books are really not exaggerated. These two people used to fight and kill each other when they had a disagreement. Yang Jingzhenjun also likes to provoke verbally after winning. He has to make trouble for the leader Yang Qiong to take action, suppress one with one hand, and force "harmony between the master".

This time, it was because Lang Qinghe's current cultivation level was too low, and Yang Jing looked down on him - Yang Hua was not even qualified to draw his sword, and he was naked and contemptuous - and the other was that he was pressing his son in front of his ceremonial tomb.

Zhenjun Yang Jing also laid three incense sticks on the tomb of clothing and worshipped him.

"Yang Hua, are you planning to come back?"

Of course, this is not to ask Lang Qinghe whether to return to Lingji Sect or not, but to ask him if he wants to restore his original identity. Even if he does not recover, he will let other fellow brothers and sisters know that he has returned from a different shell. In the world of cultivation, this is not a strange thing.

Lang Qinghe looked at Pei Ye hesitantly.

After all, Pei Ye is now the "True Lord Yanghua" who knocks on the immortal peak.

If he goes back, how should this person deal with himself?

Moreover, Lang Qinghe wanted to make a cut from the past. Since she was free from Yang Hua's identity shackles, why bother back to this layer of skin?

When Pei Ye heard this, he hurriedly reached out to stop Lang Qinghe from expressing his opinion.

"Wait - this must not be done!"

Yang Jingzhenjun and Lang Qinghe looked at her together, and said in unison: "Why not?"

The former has a plain tone, which is optional for him, while the latter is mostly confused.

Although Lang Qinghe and Pei Ye had not been in contact for a long time, it could be seen from only a few conversations that this person was open-minded and comfortable, not like someone who occupies another person's identity, status, and reputation. Furthermore, his family knows his family affairs. Lang Qinghe knew in his heart that now, if he had no cultivation, the "True Lord Yanghua" would look glamorous on the outside, and it was not worth Pei Ye's grasp. He was even more curious.

Pei Ye was silent.

What should she say?

Tell Lang Qinghe, brother, how many little beasts are coveting your chrysanthemums now?

The Shura Field has not been resolved yet. If Lang Qinghe returns to his original identity, Xu, Fei and Fang Moqing, who has no sense of existence and has no time to turn black... Lang Qinghe is still a daughter now, let's see who will let go of these three little beasts?

“…Anyway, in short! Not yet!”

After saying a thousand words, Pei Ye swallowed them back.

Lang Qinghe laughed and deliberately teased Pei Ye: "Not available now, then when will it work?"

King Yang Jingzhen said contemptuously: "Hmph, Yang Hua, it would be rare for you to be a treasure brother? Since she said that, there must be a reason."

Lang Qinghe was most disgusted by Yang Jing's arrogant attitude. When he heard him speak, he couldn't help but sarcastic: "Although it is a shell that is about to be scrapped and has no use, my things are not yours. You don't care, I don't care. Why, I can't ask?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight again, Pei Ye was caught in the middle and was inexplicably embarrassed.

"Oh, I have my own difficulties, too."

Yang Jingzhenjun grabbed her wrist and spoke faster: "Doubt?"

Pei Ye looked embarrassed: "Well, that's a very, very long story, and I don't know whether to tell it."

Yang Jing said: "I have time, you can talk slowly."

Lang Qinghe also said: "Is your difficulties related to me? Then I want to listen to them, maybe I can help you."

Pei Ye: “…”

Two big brothers, are you sure you want to listen???

She said embarrassedly: "Don't listen to this... I'm afraid you can't accept it, especially the True Lord Yanghua..."

The two looked at her together, and their eyes were unquestionably firm.

Without Pei Ye's greeting, Yang Jing sat on the ground, Lang Qinghe sat opposite him, and the two of them signaled to Pei Ye to sit down.

Pei Ye: “…”

You two don't have to be so tacit about this kind of thing.

The gossip series once again failed her trust.

Pei Ye looked at the tomb not far away, then looked at Lang Qinghe who was about to listen to the story, and said intimately, "You're such a bad thing."

"Okay--you will listen, I will speak."

At the same time, I asked in my mind if the system could disclose it.

According to general disclosure, the host cannot spoil the subject to the call book.

The system is very unfriendly: [Haha-I said no, you will be obedient? Stop being good at me, do whatever you like.]

Pei Ye: “…”

Not her illusion.
To be continued...