The people on the bamboo couch had scars all over their faces, and they were as ugly as ghosts.
Arrange such a person to serve the pillow seat, unless the steward of Fengxing Pavilion has lost his mind.
Meng Qi was speechless.
Previously, across the curtain, I could only vaguely see a figure with a naked upper body, and his face was not facing the pool. Who knows what it looks like? The next door was playing and singing, and everyone here arranged it. It happened that Meng Qi was in a hurry to "get angry". How could he not be angry when he saw this
When he was finished with anger, he found that it was not the case at all. Meng Qi could not help but have a hole in place for him to burrow in and concentrate.
The doctor is so calm, but he is full of evil thoughts - no matter how thick his skin is, he can't hold it back.
Thinking about it again, the identity of the swordsman is also clearly revealed. Except for the Piaopingge killer who covered his head and his face, who needs Mo Li to be so careful
Meng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something to clear up the embarrassing situation, but again in his mind came a picture of water droplets scrambling to fall from the slender and white chest of the ink carp, and scales were vaguely visible in the shadows under the water. .
Quickly reaching out to cover his nose, Meng Qi quickly and secretly wiped away the gushing strands of blood.
The fire of the heart is strong, the spiritual energy is churning, and it is directly created in the eight extraordinary meridians. Inverted.
Even a master of the inner family can only choose to control the bottom or the top in this situation.
- Still using the option? The nose and mouth can cover the nosebleed, and the ground three inches below the dantian... try to cover it with your hands
Don't you want to be embarrassed, Master
Mo Li was even more inexplicable, Meng Qi dodged and refused to extend his hand, so he could only guess.
"Cough, doctor, have you caught someone?" Meng Qi bit the bullet, trying her best not to look at Mo Li's inquiring gaze.
As soon as he turned around, he pushed the swordsman who was glaring viciously here for half a circle.
The swordsman who was forced into the bed: "..."
Aren't you just afraid of him peeking? Who is rare
It is true that a few scales on the body of the ink carp directly make Taijing Longmai uncontrollable, but it is definitely not the case in the eyes of others. The swordsman with the scales didn't see it, and even if he saw it, he would only be horrified by the monsters, no scales? That is a man, and a good-looking man is also a man, what else can he do
The swordsman scoffed.
He was angry and couldn't help but snorted heavily.
He thought that he would get ridiculed by Meng Qi, and even got kicked a few times, but Meng Qi just explained to Mo Li.
-The kind that is encrypted by sound transmission, and the swordsman can't hear a word.
After waiting for a long time, there was no response. The swordsman could only snort again to show his existence. If he wants to kill, he must hurry up. What does it mean to shove someone under the bed
Out of the corner of the swordsman's eyes, he saw the robe and shoes, and the two had already come here.
"Crench."
Just sat on the bamboo couch.
A terribly ugly pink robe was thrown on the ground, and the swordsman's face was completely blue.
Although he is just a killer, this is too insulting!
There are less than ten top masters in the arena, and if you have practiced martial arts to this level, you have a respect for people in the same realm. Only after this step can you know how difficult it is. There is nothing to talk about with those who do not know the heights of the mountains and the depths of the seas, and the top masters will naturally sympathize with each other. Therefore, the ancestor of Qingwu would spend his time talking to Meng Qi Mo Li about his ambitions and ideals, and it would be impossible for others to listen to his crazy words. Therefore, swordsmen always disdain Fengxing Pavilion, because there are no top masters in Fengxing Pavilion.
The swordsman did not want to turn enemies into friends with Mo Li Mengqi, but he still reluctantly admitted that the two were powerful. But he took others seriously, and others didn't take him seriously.
Just when the swordsman was very angry and wanted to teach the two guys who humiliated him a lesson, he was suddenly pulled out of the bed by a hand and lifted out.
There is no "absurd" or "unsightly" scene in front of him.
Mo Li's clothes are neat, and only his hair is loose.
Meng Qi changed into a crow-blue robe, and the inner shirt was embroidered with crane patterns, and at a glance, he knew that it was a good material. The guy from Tangchi put on the low table and prepared the replacement clothes for the ink carp, which was taken advantage of by Meng Qi.
"It's Su embroidery. Now the price of southern goods has doubled compared to the Chu Dynasty. Fengxing Pavilion is really worth it."
Meng Qi was not happy with her clothes on, what did Fengxing Pavilion want to do to please Mo Li like this
Dig out your own secrets from the ink carp? Or more directly, abduct the ink carp to help them
"Is this our prisoner?" Meng Qi deliberately increased his voice, trying to make the swordsman recognize the current situation.
Talking about the business will help to get rid of the evil thoughts that come to mind.
It's not that Meng Qi wants to suppress it, it's that this place is not good.
The most important thing is, if the scales that the ink carp didn't have time to remove has a miraculous effect on itself, what about the ink carp
- The dragon veins that can only become gerbils are sluggish.
He has no scales, only shedding hair.
Does this mean that doctors can't be attracted by their "beauty"
No, there must be other ways.
Meng Qi was even more reluctant to reveal the reason for his abnormality, no matter how much Doctor Mo asked, it was useless.
But if Meng Qi didn't say it, couldn't Mo Li guess it
After carefully recalling it, Mo Li vaguely realized something. He looked around and gave up the idea of exposing the scales by changing back to its original shape, and did not expose Meng Qi's ambiguity.
Next, the two of them turned their backs on their backs, dressed in clothes, and changed clothes.
After the ink carp used internal force to evaporate the water droplets, Meng Qi dragged the swordsman out again.
The swordsman was about to sneer and sneer when he suddenly saw the remains of the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand, and the words were stuck in his throat.
"The antidote that you have to send out regardless of your life?" Meng Qi said slowly, "Your subordinates fled to a cemetery. Since they have found a burial place for themselves, it is as they wished."
"You killed them?"
The swordsman asked keenly, at this time Meng Qi was no longer suffocating, and the swordsman still had an ominous premonition.
"How can you not die?" Meng Qi asked back, and at the same time he used voice transmission to tell Mo Li the identities of those killers.
Eight out of the ten had been on the wanted list of the government, and the remaining two were taken away by Meng Qi who were not sure. The result was dishonest and insisted that this Tangchi was their territory.
"What about the two of them?" The more Mo Li heard the stone bottle, the more serious his expression became.
"hide in… "
"Bring it here quickly."
Meng Qi responded, and after thinking about it, he took out an intact stone bottle, and the swordsman's pupils shrank instantly.
"It should be the same medicine that was dug out from the tomb. The doctor will take a look."
Mo Li took out a pill, broke it and tasted it a little, then tilted his head and spit it out, and asked sharply, "A Furong?"
The swordsman looked at him coldly. Meng Qi tried to think about it for a long time, and then he came up with an ancient bizarre story. It seems to mention that there is such a bright flower, which is regarded as a holy medicine by the local people and used by priests to communicate with ghosts and gods. Listening to the oracle, it is more effective to stay away from all the pain and troubles in the world.
"What is A Furong? Poison?"
"More trouble than poison."
Mo Li's eyes were full of anger, Meng Qi rarely saw him lose his temper, and his heart sank.
"I'm going to bring people."
After speaking, the figure flashed and disappeared.
Mo Li stared at the swordsman and asked, "Where did you come from?"
The swordsman kept his mouth shut.
"You know how terrifying it is. Anyone who eats A Furong will never be able to live without it." Mo Li said word by word.
He would never forget the smell. Xue Zhixian kept a black A Furong with the same smell.
Speaking of "Ghost Vulture" Xue Ting, it has to be said that he destroyed the entire Buddha Temple within a month.
The Buddha Temple was originally a place where an eldest princess raised her face and head in the previous dynasty. The secret passages below are intricate. After the princess lost power, no one could care about the temple, and it was occupied by a southern border spell master originally enshrined by the eldest princess. .
The spell master can't cast spells, he can cast poison. What's particularly troublesome is that he is also a master of organs.
The curse master received many disciples, and they were passed down from generation to generation, acting secretly, like a demon sect. Jianghu Zhengdao tried to exterminate them several times, but they were all in the office with poison. The power of the medicine was defeated, and there were countless casualties. Over time, the name of the Buddha Temple was frightening, and no one dared to provoke it.
Xue Ting: It was this hornet's nest that was poked.
After stabbing, he happily walked away with gold and silver treasures and rare medicinal herbs.
A Furong was black and inconspicuous, but was placed in the most gorgeous box.
There were several pieces at that time. It was the "holy medicine" brought out by the magician from the southern border. Xue Ting broke it into pieces and soaked it in water. He tried it with a rabbit for a few rounds, and immediately his face changed greatly and he burned the whole thing. , only the smallest piece remains.
When Xue Zhixian took out this piece of A Furong, Mr. Qin was also on the side.
"Pfft."
The two gagged, hands and feet bound fell to the ground.
Mo Li woke up from his memory, his hand holding the stone bottle trembled slightly, and then he closed his eyes and said solemnly: "I'll go and call the people from Fengxing Pavilion."
"doctor?"
"This matter is no trivial matter. It's not something you and I can find out in a short time."
Since Mo Li said so, Meng Qi naturally would not object.
Guess what, the people from Fengxing Pavilion came faster than they thought, and the figure at the end of the bamboo forest swayed.
Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, then quickly circled around the pool, raised his hand angrily and slapped it on the low wall.
"boom."
The wall collapsed, revealing a section of copper pipe buried in the wall.
The copper pipes are hollow and extend long into the yard next door.
"The national teacher calms down, it's just a pipe that fills hot water to heat up in winter." Qiu Jing Shi Shi Ran showed up with people, she stepped over the ruins of the low wall, and admitted, "Of course, when there is no water, people with sensitive eyes and ears can Using this to eavesdrop, it’s just that this is a courtyard, not a sealed room, and even if you pay attention to it, you’ll only have to say a few words.”
Knowing that his previous words might be heard by Fengxing Pavilion, Mo Li's face sank, and he said coldly: "The pavilion master promises not to interfere or eavesdrop when I interrogate the prisoners."
"It's Qiu's fault." Qiu Jing bowed deeply and said ashamedly, "I didn't know if I could hear it before I entered the house. When my subordinates reported that there was such an agency, Qiu's failure to keep the promise of a gentleman was my fault."
nonsense!
The yard in the distance is playing and singing as if the autumn scenery is over there, but people are squatting in the next room, saying that it was not intentional, who would believe it
Mo Li's expression was ugly, Meng Qi sneered and said, "A gentleman can deceive him. Before the Autumn Pavilion Master speaks, he should wipe his head and tail clean."
"I originally wanted to take a detour and come from there, but the national teacher demolished the wall." Qiu Jing said seriously, "Actually, I know that the doctor will not interrogate the prisoners before the national teacher comes. Therefore, it is not a violation. Promise, the doctor's origin is mysterious, and the Fengxing Pavilion is hard to change and wants to inquire, this is indeed my fault."
She is so refreshing, Mo Li really has nothing to say.
Originally, he didn't really trust Fengxing Pavilion, and if he couldn't say it, the ink carp would be secretly transmitted. Including his relationship with Meng Qi.
"It seems that the pavilion master is going to sell the news about me and the doctor?" Meng Qi glanced at the monk Yuanzhi behind Qiujing, and sneered, "The monks don't lie, since Master Yuanzhi is also here, why don't you tell me what you heard? ?"
The old monk bowed his head embarrassedly and recited the Buddha's name, waited on the pillow, etc., the monks couldn't say it!
"The news that Fengxing Pavilion betrayed the national teacher in the past was because I had no friendship with the national teacher. Now I owe the two of you a favor. Even if I sell it, I will only sell the news that everyone knows." Qiu Jing's expression was indescribable. Say it directly: Unless you openly worship the church, no one will believe that this kind of thing is sold.
Seeing her like this, Mo Li realized with hindsight that only Monk Yuanzhi was embarrassed and didn't know where to look, and Qiujing and the people from Fengxing Pavilion were not unusual at all.
Could it be that they had guessed before—
Mo Li recalled that he had eaten and lived with Meng Qi and slept in the same bed all the way.
… is indeed obvious.
Mo Li was not at all embarrassed to be exposed. He held the stone bottle in his hand and asked, "Since I have heard so much, I must have missed the words about A Furong."
Qiu Jing took a deep look at him and nodded, "Yes, I don't know what Doctor Mo wants Fengxing Pavilion to do?"
Mo Li observed the words and expressions and knew that they had never heard the name of A Furong, let alone how terrifying it was.
"This product comes from southern Xinjiang..."
The ink carp started from the rumored holy medicine in southern Xinjiang. The natives regarded it as a gift from the gods.
Qiu Jing and others quickly realized that this was the root cause of the Piaoping Pavilion killer.
"Could it be that this is a Gu?" Someone asked in surprise.
"No, it is a kind of medicine, a kind of medicine that must not be taken too much."
Mo Li's expression is complicated, and A Furong hides a deep secret. In the past, after Xue Ting discovered the evil of this thing, he sneaked into the southern border to find A Furong's plants, but found nothing. Although some natives remember this rumor, they all say that they are not a tribe that worships holy medicine.
"Ancient books and some ancient recipes have records, but three hundred years ago, A Furong suddenly disappeared."
"What is disappearance?" Qiu Jing asked sharply.
Mo Li replied in a deep voice: "There is no record, whether it's folklore, medical prescriptions, or secret stories in the rivers and lakes. Even the tribe that worshipped the holy medicine has disappeared. Even if they go to the southern border to find it, there is not a trace of it."
"The doctor knows so well..."
"There were elders who were familiar with this matter." Mo Li did not hide it, and said directly, "A Furong has a miraculous effect on pain relief, and the famous doctor of the Chen Dynasty has also heard about it, and even wrote in the book that he did not meet the South. The holy medicine of Xinjiang. The medicine is heavy and poisonous, but it can become a devil when used too much. At first, it was taken once every ten days, then every five days, three days, or even every day. From the inner bone marrow, it is extremely boiling."
Meng Qi's eyes fell on the swordsman, who said nothing.
"Where did the medicine come from?" Meng Qi asked.
Everyone turned their eyes in unison, and the swordsman couldn't hold it anymore, his face turned pale.
"Speak! A Furong who disappeared for three hundred years, why would you use Piaoping Pavilion to control people?"
"I... I don't know, this is something given by the master."
The knifeman licked his chapped lips subconsciously, and said with difficulty, "This thing has no antidote, my subordinates... Those killers have all taken medicine before they were sent to me. Although they are not kind, but once the medicine strikes, it will reappear. If I don't take the medicine in time, I will roll over all over the ground in pain, but I have limited pills in my hand, so I can only make them suspend their death by the method of turtle breathing."
Meng Qi thought to himself that it was no wonder that he did not see a bed or a bunk in the tomb, only an uncovered coffin.
"Your master, who is the person in charge of Piaoping Pavilion?"
The swordsman was silent.
Meng Qi laughed in anger, pointed at the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand and said, "Why don't I put this in your mouth, so as to see what the medicine that the doctor can call 'devil' looks like?"
"If you do this, I will die from the meridian." The swordsman said decisively.
He has seen many killers who are worse than death, and he knows that this thing is absolutely unacceptable.
"Oh, why don't you run away?" Qiu Jing tapped the palm of his hand with a folding fan and asked in surprise, "You won't have many masters who have mastered martial arts to this level, even you are the only one. If other killers die, If you want this medicine when you die, can your master still be stingy enough not to give it?"
The swordsman first closed his eyes, and then said coldly: "There is no need to challenge each other. Since some of you can recognize it, you still know a lot about it. I don't want to hide these things. I simply tell you, even if there is an endless stream A Furong is given to people to take, but in the end this person is still going to die. It takes seven or eight years, and three or five years short, depending on how this person's bones are."
"Oh, the ants are still alive. Shouldn't it be the latter between immediate death and three years of living?" Qiu Jing tried again.
Qiu Jing and Meng Qi didn't really want to force the knife to take the medicine, but hit the other two killers who were captured alive.
The swordsman is captured, can the owner of Piaoping Pavilion still not show up? These killers succumbed to the medicine and didn't hate Piaoping Pavilion at all? If you have hatred, you can use it!
The swordsman saw through their tricks unexpectedly, and sneered: "Don't think about it, they are already slaves of medicine, and no one recognizes it. What they hate most is not the master, but me. Because I am in charge of medicine on weekdays. , I don't allow them to eat more, I don't need to take medicine... They are respectful and respectful, but in fact they can't wait to eat my flesh and drink my blood."
Meng Qi looked at the ink carp.
Mo Li nodded slowly, he hadn't said the true evil of A Furong.
When Mr. Qin heard Xue Ting talking about the incident, he broke off a small piece to check it out in shock. Xue Ting didn't know medical skills, but Xuanhuo's genius doctor was different.
Half a year later, Qin Lu slapped the crazy pig in the pigsty to death, and took his apprentice to make a fake with Xue Zhixian in the dark.
The pig's heart and brain are deformed.
Some are blackened, some are riddled with holes... Even so, the pigs are still alive before they are killed.
Mo Li looked at the two struggling killers on the ground, and suddenly wondered what that person would look like when his heart and brain were deformed.