"Aren't you afraid of poison?" Zhao Ganyu saw that the old man with purple hair was not afraid of arsenic at all. He put it in his breath and sniffed it gently. He was afraid that the old man would eat this poison. After all, many such lonely old people ended their lives like this.

"You said that after I die, you will bury me." The old man with purple hair still had such kind smile, but Zhao Ganyu seemed a little different now, and he seemed to be stunned.

"No, if you die now, I will not bury it today. Old man, let me accompany you for a few days..." Zhao Ganyu said something sincere. Although he knew that the old man might not be a good person, from the old man's feeling of extinction and loneliness just now, it was like he was saying his last words.

"Do you know, herbs have been with me for this life. I have contributed my whole life to these herbs. They are like my partners, like my relatives, or more appropriately, lovers..." The old man with purple hair looked a little sad and seemed to remember a memory, and slowly spoke again:

"Actually, it is right that you are not my disciple, because my purpose in my life is to harm people. I have harmed my friends, my family, and even my relatives... Even the one who loves me and the one I love the most have passed away because of me... People call it a demon, and gave me a title called the Western Regions Poison God. My real name is Si Wanjue!"

The old man with purple hair became even more hunched. His old face was full of haggardness, and his eyes were filled with sadness, as if his loneliness had never stopped.

"Can you tell me? Uncle Si..."

Zhao Ganyu's eyes were full of sympathy. He would never see others alone and never want to have such people around him. If there were such people around him, he would come forward to comfort him.

It is precisely because of his motivation that many people are willing to follow him. Even though they already know that the company is about to go bankrupt and face the serious problem of not being able to pay wages, they still resolutely accompany Zhao Ganyu until the last moment.

The purple-haired old man looked at Zhao Ganyu with a gentler look, but if there were anyone who knew Zhao Ganyu, he would immediately advise Zhao Ganyu to stay away from this old man because this old man was too weird.

A faint purple mist spread all over the old man Zihai's body, and this purple mist was like a poisonous one. The grass around him was yellow and turned to zero. The grass next to him had already shrunk into a ball of pitch black.

"Do you really want to hear it?" Si Wanjue was serious and conscientious, Zhao Ganyu was staring at the distance alone, sitting on the edge of the cliff.

Zhao Ganyu seemed not to notice the abnormal movements around him. When he arrived at the border of death, he sat next to the old man with a purple hair, and said with a smile: "I have done it but I am a listener."

"Many times I recall it, but many things are contrary to my wishes."

Si Wanjue used to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, but by chance he obtained an ancient book. This ancient book has a long history. It took him several years to decipher it. When he learned that the name of the book was called the Poison Sutra, he was also a little scared at that time.

But this book records all methods of cultivating poison, whether it is plant poison, ore poison, or even animal poison.

There are also clear marks on the book how much to use and how to use it. Si Wanjue believed that the book only recorded some insights about some anecdotes and poisons. It was not until later that he discovered that the book originally recorded some methods of using poisons.

The family of medical and martial arts is actually all about martial arts. Because traditional Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine, the acupuncture points of traditional Chinese medicine, the debate on meridians, and the detailed interpretation of blood vessels are all the basic knowledge that you need to master when learning martial arts.

He tied a sand belt and iron lead every day to perform a series of vigorous exercises, exacerbating every day, and reconciled with some medicines every time. In a few years, Si Wanjue could jump and soar, but it was too far from the light skills recorded in the book.

When practicing iron sand palm, it is important to stick to the progress. First, practice glutinous rice, then practice fine sand, and finally practice with iron sand. The additional medicinal materials are different each time, each type has different medicinal properties, the medicinal effect and strength are very slow, and the practice time is also very long.

These are some of the insights marked on the poison scripture, which plays a great role, because poison is the best medicine among drugs, and the time required to practice is the shortest and the fastest effect. But there is one thing that no one in the world dares to use, that is its poison!

Although the poison skills practiced in the Poison Sutra are very powerful and very fast, there is one thing that Si Wanjue ignored at the time. He thought he was not poisoned, so it must be this Poison Sutra that neutralized the toxins in it, but he didn't know that he was immune.

Even if a person has practiced the poison skills, it will not appear for a short time. However, over time, the poison will slowly invade other people's bodies, which is like a plague and is a source of poison.

What happened afterwards is self-evident...

He himself survived, but his wife, children and grandchildren were dead. At that time, he was in a desperate situation. All relatives and friends who had visited him were infected with his poison and had no news. Si Wanjue later learned that they had all passed away.

Later, things gradually deteriorated, and Si Wanjue was regarded as a disaster star by his neighbors. Even those who sympathized with him were extremely afraid of the poison on his body. When he went there, there would never be peace.

He moved home countless times and changed places. There were always people around him leaving him. His personality became more and more introverted and his temperament became more and more quirky.

He also accepted many disciples in this life, but he was destined to be lonely. His disciple served him tea yesterday, but he died for no reason the next day. This matter was never exceptional. In fact, everyone didn't know it, but he knew it very well.

It took him another twenty years to find some clues from the ancient book "The Poison Sutra". Many of the poisons in this book come from a place called Guroni Island, and there is also a lot of information in the book that is related to Guroni Island.

He spent his whole life studying poison for a lifetime, and nothing could make him more interested. Through some rumor, he learned that the plants on Guroni Island were the most numerous in the world, including poison, and people outside did not know one thing at that time, that is, any plant on Guroni Island was poisonous.

Then he went to the island with all his might...

The old man's tone was very plain. He never said how good his kung fu was, nor did he say how strong his martial arts were. He just told all the past things casually.
Chapter completed!