Mu Changfeng quickly left the cottage with three pictures. Zhou Nianping smiled and sat down with the white-headed man, saying, "Young man has always been reckless in his actions, so don't blame me."

The white-headed man looked at him coldly and thought to himself that Xin Qingyuan is a righteous and kind person. Yulong Pavilion respects Buddhism and compassionate people. Such disciples actually appeared in the Pavilion, who are cruel and ruthless, and have a knife hidden in their smile.

Zhou Nianping didn't hide or dodge, and looked at him with a smile, "Senior, do you think I'm too handsome and can't bear to take my eyes away?"

The white-headed man snorted, stood up slowly, fetched a bucket of water, and limped into the garden.

Zhou Nianping was teasing, so he deliberately waited for him to walk far away and chased him over. He dragged him hard several times and took the white-headed man back to the cottage.

"It's time to water the incense in the garden. I just go and water it. Can you treat me as a prisoner?"

"I'm so unfair. I feel sorry for your legs and feet, and I don't want you to be too tired. My senior doesn't know that my father is just a disabled person. Seeing you is like seeing my father, he is as disabled as he is as cunning as a ghost, haha."

The white-headed man had a strong wish that had not yet been fulfilled, so he couldn't help but feel anxious and tried to go out several times, but Zhou Nianping forced him back.

The white-headed man cursed, and Zhou Nianping smiled and retorted one by one, and he repeatedly verbally and refused to give in to each other. Finally, as Fang Zhiliang stopped drinking, Zhou Nianping closed his mouth and the cottage suddenly became clear.

Two hours later, Mu Changfeng returned to the cottage with the blue five-petal flower and handed it to Fang Zhiqiang.

Fang Zhiliang handed the blue flower to Baitou Weng and said, "Take it while it's fresh. It's great to relieve the liver and gallbladder fire. You saw that Changfeng had been searching for a long time before finding this kind of gentian grass. You have a kind heart, won't you not appreciate it, right?"

The white-headed man was angry and frowned, "This is clearly a glass-like thread. The ignorant boy is clumsy, and you are clumsy?"

Fang Zhiliang let out a "oh", took out a dagger, grabbed Baitou's arm tightly, and showed a hint of strange smile.

"What are you going to do?" The white-headed man was frightened, and the cold light on the dagger was shining. Fang Zhiqiang's eyes were even more cold. The slim hand was filled with ghost energy, and a cold air spread along the white-headed man's arm to his whole body.

Fang Zhiqiang slashed his arm hard, and the bones were visible, and blood was flowing like a lot. "Nianping, the old man was injured by the knife. It must be very painful. Why don't you apply bamboo peach juice to him to relieve the pain."

Zhou Nianping agreed, grabbed the white-headed man tightly with one hand, and took the porcelain bowl on the windowsill with the other hand, and was about to pour into the wound on his arm. The white-headed man shouted, "Stop, stop quickly."

"Don't panic, I kindly want to apply medicine to relieve pain for you." Zhou Nianping smiled like a little fox, revealing his white teeth.

"Stop, stop quickly, you are going to murder me. Bamboo and peach blossoms and fragrant juice are poisonous. Stop quickly."

Fang Zhiliang said: "The old man is right. Bamboo and fragrant juice are both poisonous, but the old man does not know that many herbs are toxic. They treat chronic diseases, treat trauma, remove rotten meat, and relieve pain. They use their toxicity to fight poison with poison. Bamboo and sweetener juice are mixed with fragrant juice to stop bleeding and remove blood stasis and not leave scars, cool blood and relieve pain and detoxify."

Zhou Nianping deliberately picked up a few bamboo flowers with chopsticks and said slowly: "Don't struggle. At such an old age, too much blood flow will endanger your life."

When the white-headed man saw that the chopsticks of bamboo peach blossoms were getting closer and closer to the wound, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. "I have never heard of the mixed bamboo peach blossoms with fragrant juice that can stop bleeding and pain."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "The medical books are clearly recorded, and there will be no mistakes."

The white-headed man screamed, "I have read through the medical books and have never read this recipe before."

Zhou Nianping stopped smiling, his expression was cold and cold, and he put a bowl of flower juice on the white-headed man's head. "The old fox finally showed his tail, hurry up and give me a real trick, otherwise I will stuff all the poisons I can find into your stomach."

Mu Changfeng said: "Uncle, the two people in front of you are the smartest people in the world. If you continue to deny it, they have a way to deal with you. It's a waste of flesh and blood. Let's just explain honestly."

The white-headed man has been fighting stubbornly to save his life. At this time, he has no choice but to calm down.

I saw that he looked listless and weak, so he took out a worn handkerchief and wiped off the juice of the flowers from his head and face.

His eyes were filled with tears, but he was stubbornly refused to shed.

Mu Changfeng said: "The old man poisoned and assassinated the first time we met. How did you know that we were from Yulong Pavilion?"

The white-headed man sighed and said, "I went to Yulong Pavilion thirty-five years ago to celebrate Xin Qingyuan's birthday. I have seen Zhou Duan and Xu Rumei. His eyes are very slender and like his father, and your facial features are like mothers."

Fang Zhiqiang said: "Did you recognize me?"

Baitou Weng said: "You are somewhat similar to Qin Ruowei, you should be her daughter."

"I am Fang Zhiliang, I look more like my mother. I visited you when I was young. How could you think I am Aunt Wei's daughter?"

The white-headed man was shocked and said tremblingly: "Ah Rong?"

Fang Zhiliang was puzzled for a moment and gradually understood, "You knew that I had turned into a blood demon and were sealed, but I didn't expect that I would turn into a ghost clan and linger in the world."

"Of course I know, if I hadn't known that you turned into a blood demon, how could there be a series of tragedies later?" The white-headed man laughed wildly, angry and sad. "I really hope I'm a deaf person, a blind person, and I don't know anything, hahahahaha."

Mu Changfeng said: "I just met an owl bird looking for wild beasts on the mountain. Do you have something to say?"

The white-headed man's eyes were bloody and hatred to the core, "It was Fang Zhao, it was me who used tricks to turn him into something that gods and ghosts hate. Do you want to know why I turned him into an owl bird? Hahaha, I will give you the answer. Fang Zhao killed his father Fang Shi'an, but he heard clearly that Fang Zhao, who is famous, is a great devil who killed his biological father."
Chapter completed!