"Well, it seems that it wasn't fake. How's your cold poison?"

"It can only be maintained at the level of suppression, but after many attempts, it can be guaranteed not to recur during the battle." Zhang Wuji said with a solemn expression. He knew that his master could help him easily remove cold poison.

After accepting disciples, Su Changqing directly brought up this matter to him.

However, he also explained one key point, that is, this cold poison is a life disaster for him, Zhang Wuji. If he can solve it with his own strength, he can pass through the growth period, and then his talent and strength will also usher in a surge.

Now that Zhang Wuji, who knows how important his strength is, naturally decided to do it himself.

Although he would make him feel pain every time the cold poison recurs, he didn't have time to apologize for his past willfulness when he thought of his excessive stubbornness and confronting Zhang Guchen, so that he sacrificed his life.

He felt that these pains were punishments given to him by God.

Now he has gradually realized Zhang Guchen's good intentions, and also learned from other people in the Zhuque Palace that when he was a bandit a year ago, his father had been secretly protecting him.

This kind of fatherly love that has never been said makes him feel even more sad because he blamed his father more than once, and the other party killed his mother.

But in fact, those hatreds are really blamed on Qinglong Pavilion, Baihu Hall and Xuanwu Tower.

Because his roots and bones were too poor, he knew that there was no hope of revenge in this life, so he transferred the resentment that he could not vent to Zhang Guchen.

Thinking about it now, Zhang Wuji wanted to strangle Ergouzi, who once claimed to have lofty ideals and actually acted recklessly.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, suppressed the sadness that rose again in his heart, and looked at Su Changqing with a serious expression and said:

"Master, I want to go to the Southwest Prefecture."

"Okay." What he didn't expect was that Su Changqing agreed directly, "This is also your second task. When I was in the Southwest Prefecture, I need you to keep in mind a rule of conduct, that is, kill one person and save a hundred people.

Today's ghost market is not short of a master who is expected to reach the celestial realm, but what he needs is a top doctor.

You have this potential, and this trip will transform your potential into your own strength.”

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji responded with a slight slight answer. He also knew that this mission was actually similar to becoming a blood fighter, and that he wanted to truly transform the inherited medical skills into his own things.

Seeing this, Su Changqing said with satisfaction: "You are carrying Dahei along the way, and it will supervise you. In addition, this will protect you."

Then Zhang Wuji saw a vine emerging from Su Changqing's sleeve, which made his eyes lit up:

"Qingyan Teng?"

"That's right, the first special living body born in my poisonous hut. During this period, I spent a lot of resources to finally reach the fifth level, which is comparable to the combat power of a grandmaster.

When you go out this time, test whether his combat power meets the requirements."

"Can I use it casually?"

Su Changqing nodded: "Kill whoever you want, but remember to abide by the rules."
Chapter completed!