I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Then Yu Tianhong saw the young man. Although he was obviously cold, he looked at him meaningfully and spoke softly to Fu Tiancheng.

"The senior has been feeling unwell these past few days, and I would like to stay here to take care of him. Could you please ask Master Fu to find a senior brother in the Solid Dan realm for me?"

"During the third round of the disciple assessment, he picked me up and dropped me off every day. I can draw a formation for him as a reward in the future."

Yu Tianhong's eyes almost burst into anger as she looked at Wen Ye. This guy was trying to provoke her.

Yan Ping's health is not good to begin with, and this guy dares to talk nonsense here!

Fu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Yan Ping's pale face, which was exactly the same as before, and he couldn't tell anything.

However, Yan Ping was still drinking his soup slowly, looking as if he had nothing to do with what they said. It seemed like something was not right, he was too quiet.

Fu Tiancheng asked tentatively, "So I accept Wen Ye as my apprentice now?"

Yan Ping finally glanced at him again and uttered two words this time.

"dream."

Fu Tiancheng: “…”

Very good, it seems that you are still responsive to the outside world, but you are just too lazy to speak up.

Fu Tiancheng's idea of ​​accepting a disciple today failed. He took out a jade slip and handed it to Wen Ye.

"Although you cannot become my disciple now, you can take this. It contains my previous insights and learnings on battle formations. It should be useful to you."

As Fu Tiancheng spoke, he took out a few more books and spoke earnestly.

"Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat."

"Don't forget to look at these array diagrams."

“Learn more when you have time, and ask me if you don’t understand something.”

Fu Tiancheng talked a lot before he stopped.

At this time, Wen Ye already had a pile of books in his hands.

"Okay, don't worry about the assessment. It's okay if you don't go these few days. I will say hello to them."

Yu Tianhong twitched his lips and shifted his gaze back to Wen Ye.

He heard their conversation just now, and it sounded like this person had a close relationship with the senior.

Even the matter of whether this person becomes a disciple has to be decided by the seniors.

Yu Tianhong's expression was no longer as explicit as before, but it wasn't much better either.

Wen Ye is still the same.

After Fu Tiancheng left, he carried the pile of books and walked directly to Yan Ping's wooden house.

Yu Tianhong's eyes widened. She was about to stop him, but swallowed it back. She looked at Yan Ping, who was ignoring her and continuing to drink the chicken soup.

The originally gloomy mood suddenly turned into a sunny day.

It seemed that Yan Ping liked the soup he had just made.

So what if that person came early and left when Yan Ping was injured? As long as he is diligent enough, Yan Ping will pay more attention to him sooner or later!

By then, Yan Ping will definitely accept him as his disciple!

The house is also quite messy.

The bed was messy, and there were many messy medicinal herbs on the table next to it.

Wen Ye simply put everything in his hand into the storage bag.

I wanted to save it for a quick look later, but there was no suitable place to put it in the house.

Wen Ye originally wanted to make the bed simply, but when he lifted the quilt, he found some dark bloodstains on it.

Wen Ye found a new quilt cover from the side and put it on.

Yu Tianhong was slightly surprised when she saw him rummaging around in the wooden house.

How dare he casually search his senior's room?

"Senior, he..."

Yan Ping didn't say a word, he just sat there lazily. He didn't want to move or talk, he just ate the vegetables and drank the soup at random.

After Wen Ye cleaned up the room, Yan Ping walked in with his eyes half closed and lay on the bed like a boneless person.

Wen Ye frowned beside him.

There's really something wrong with Yan Ping's current condition.

Glancing at the stunned boy outside, Wen Ye thought for a moment, and without disturbing Yan Ping, he walked out.

When passing by Yu Tianhong, Wen Ye hooked his finger at him.

Yu Tianhong clenched his fists, but still followed.

Wen Ye stopped when he reached the cliff outside the peach blossom forest. He turned around and looked at Yu Tianhong with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"What happened to him these past two days?"

Although Yu Tianhong knew that this person had a close relationship with Yan Ping, he admired Yan Ping, not this kid who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yu Tianhong sneered, "When you ask someone about something, don't you know how to introduce yourself first?"

Wen Ye glanced at him and uttered two words coldly.

"Wen Ye."

Then Wen Ye smiled slightly.

“I am his patron.”

Yu Tianhong's face twitched noticeably for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly.

"You say it is? I don't believe it!"

Wen Ye sneered. He finally understood why this man was inexplicably hostile towards him.

Someone who wants to be recognized by Yan Ping.

Wen Ye didn't want to argue with him. The most important thing now was that he had to figure out what happened to Yan Ping.

"I just saw him once a few days ago, and he was fine then."

"But when I saw him again today, something was wrong."

"Didn't you notice that he was unusually quiet today? He also seemed to be lacking in energy."

Wen Ye said this, glanced at Yu Tianhong, and followed Yan Ping, but he didn't even notice that Yan Ping was abnormal.

Yu Tianhong: “…”

He just came to Taohuaju the day before yesterday, poisoned Yan Ping the night before yesterday, and then he finally met him in the middle of the night yesterday and just said a few words to him when he was attacked.

He mustered up the courage to cook nervously this morning. He was very grateful that Yan Ping did not chase him away and was willing to eat the food he cooked.

So he really didn't notice anything unusual about Yan Ping. He thought Yan Ping was just a little dissatisfied with him!

Yu Tianhong remained silent. There was no need to tell anyone about such an embarrassing thing, but Wen Ye kept asking.

Yu Tianhong gritted his teeth.

"I took a sip of medicine the night before yesterday, then took a day off yesterday, and this is what happened today."

Wen Ye grasped the key words and frowned, "Medicine? What medicine?"

Yu Tianhong looked at the man's cold expression and suddenly felt like teasing him.

He took out the bottle of medicine and handed it over with ill intentions, "This is it, do you want to try it?"

Wen Ye saw his eyes clearly, narrowed his eyes, then opened the bottle cap and sniffed. It was the smell of medicinal soup, but what would be in the bottle.

"poisonous?"

Yu Tianhong shook his head and smiled slightly, "It's not poisonous, it's a good thing that is good for spiritual consciousness."

Yu Tianhong showed a hint of sarcasm on her face, "But I guess you don't dare to try."

Wen Ye glanced at him and suddenly took a big sip.

Yu Tianhong's pupils shrank. He didn't expect this man to look so cold, but he couldn't stand the provocation.

He dared to pour something into his mouth without knowing its ingredients. Yu Tianhong flew over and snatched the bottle.

A lot of it was spilled on the ground due to snatching along the way, but a lot of it went into Wen Ye's mouth.

Yu Tianhong clearly saw that his face was twisted with bitterness, but he was still ready to swallow it.

Yu Tianhong's face turned green, "Don't swallow it!"

But he said this too late. As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ye closed his eyes and fainted.

Yu Tianhong felt his temples throbbing, but he didn't dare to delay.

He picked up Wen Ye and ran towards Yan Ping. His voice arrived before he did.

"Senior! Help! He drank the medicine!"