There are a total of thirteen pills in the stone bottle.
Swordsman's current subordinates are in the stage of serving A Furong once every three days.
Although it was not yet the time when the medicinal effect occurred, the eyes they looked at the stone bottle in the ink carp's hand still had a strange frenzy.
Just like when a hungry man saw a steamed bun, it was a businessman who was lost in the desert and found an oasis. He couldn't hold anything else in his eyes. He just wanted to run over to grab such a life-sustaining thing in his hand, and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.
It has not been six hours since the time the swordsman threw the medicine to them when they escaped. It stands to reason that they haven't attacked yet, and they still can't refuse the temptation of A Furong.
"Don't they know that this thing can't be eaten?"
Qiu Jing was very puzzled. Since this food is getting worse and worse, everyone has the idea of survival, why should he shorten the time of his life
"I know, but not being able to control myself is like a moth to a fire."
It was the first time that Mo Li met someone who took A Furong. The animals that Xue Ting and Qin Lu were looking for couldn't speak. They only knew that they were addicted to A Furong and couldn't stop, and how strong the psychedelic satisfaction A Furong brought. Know.
Mo Li looked at the stone bottle in his hand with a complicated expression.
Since Qiujing and others came, the guys at Ganquanchi have lit dozens of lanterns around, illuminating the courtyard like daylight.
In such a bright place, because of Mo Li's words, everyone felt a chill jump from their backs.
"This... Piaoping Pavilion has such a powerful medicine, doesn't it mean that if you feed it to someone, that person has to be obedient?"
The person who spoke was Qiu Jing's competent subordinate. He didn't want to question Mo Li, but he felt scared and strange at the same time.
A Furong is so powerful that she can control whoever she wants to control, and the people behind the scenes will only be satisfied with using it to set up a killer organization
The palace is not easy to get in, what about the palace of the prime minister of the imperial censor's mansion? If you can go to assassinate, will you drug those powerful people? At that time, whether the Qi Dynasty or the three kings of Chu left behind, whoever has A Furong in the world will have the final say.
Everyone felt cold when they thought of this.
"Because of this concern, I invited Pavilion Master Qiu to come and talk." Mo Li frowned slightly, suppressing other emotions.
Dealing with Qiujing is very unpleasant, Mo Li did get angry before. But anger is anger, and the forces of Fengxing Pavilion are not used in vain.
After leaving Zhushan County for so long, Mo Li also understood. Giant crocodiles, like Mr. Cai and Qiujing, who hold great power, are somewhat unscrupulous in their actions. Maybe it's the way of the world, gentlemen, good people, and even those who are arrogant and disdain to do villainy things, can't be the lord of the gangster.
Fortunately, Qiujing is much better than Mr. Cai of the Four Gangs and Twelve Guilds. At least in the overall situation, he and Meng Qi could barely talk to Fengxing Pavilion, and Fengxing Pavilion is not the same as most Jianghu gangs who ignore the people and despise people's lives.
Qiujing just acts repulsive sometimes.
A gentleman does not indulge his own likes and dislikes. Mo Li always regards himself as a "person", with normal likes and dislikes, and the likes and dislikes of normal people are obviously not going to be beaten or killed just because someone overhears what he said.
At most, show your face, or walk away, and avoid it from now on. The main reason why Mo Li was unhappy was that he could not choose the latter for the time being.
"Once A Furong spreads, the terrible impact it can cause is far greater than what we thought." Mo Li held the stone bottle in his hand and said calmly, "For example, at this moment, whether I can trust the pavilion master or not, this is the case. I won't give out any pills made by A Furong. I won't let it out of sight unless I burn it with my own hands."
Qiu Jing heard the words and his expression was solemn.
Mo Li's words made her really feel the extent of A Furong's "demon".
"This medicine is not crude A Furong, it has other medicinal ingredients added to it. It is more powerful than the Southern Border Sacred Medicine I know." Mo Li said here, the conversation changed, "But no matter how you cover it up, it is still the same. There is a fatal flaw."
"what?"
"Smell." Meng Qi interrupted suddenly.
Mo Li nodded and said calmly, "Yes, this stuff has a heavy and unpleasant smell. It's impossible to secretly control others with drugs."
Meng Qi thought that the doctor's words were too subtle. When A Furong's pills were opened and sniffed, they reminded people of pickle jars that had not been washed for three years, and animal skins that had just been tanned. I don't know what happens after the water is dissolved. The smell alone is terrible. What kind of wine, vegetables and tea can it be put in
Qingfang, or stinky mandarin fish? Which dignitary likes to eat this
The monks did not eat the five pungent foods, and the ministers who needed to meet the emperor did not dare to eat too much food, so as not to lose the honor of the imperial court.
Qiu Jing heaved a sigh of relief and asked, "What does the doctor mean - this medicine is difficult to take by mistake, unless you force it?"
Mo Li thought about it. When Xue Zhixian was tossing the rabbit, the first time he poured it in, he vomited and pulled. The rabbit lost half of his life before the drug was tested. Dead poison. medicine.
That's crude, not a pill.
"I don't know the prescription prepared by Piaoping Pavilion, and I don't know how many times it takes to make it out of control. It's better to interrogate."
"That's exactly what the doctor said."
Qiu Jing ordered someone to grab a cloth towel stuffed in the killer's mouth, without threatening to ask questions, he said directly: "The medicine you want is in this doctor's hands, if we are satisfied, there may not be medicine for you, but if we are dissatisfied. , you can only endure the pain of drug-induced seizures."
The killer's face was distorted, and he opened his mouth to speak.
The swordsman wanted to scold him, and after scanning the stone bottle, he lay back slumped.
The killer stared at the stone bottle greedily, his eyes were dark blue.
Although the words of Qiujing and Mo Li were heard by the killer, but the person had already fallen into the hands of Fengxing Pavilion, what hope is there if the medicine is broken
Even the leader has become a prisoner!
Even if someone from Piaoping Pavilion came, they would only save the swordsmen, and would not give them a second glance.
The killer was fierce and suddenly violent.
Meng Qi picked up the walnuts from the plate and slapped them at the corner of the killer's knee.
"Don't even think about it!" The killer lay on the ground and smiled strangely. "Everyone who is in the world will die today, and sooner or later, it will happen! Give me the medicine, and I will tell you! Otherwise, don't think about it!"
Qiu Jing sneered and raised his hand.
Immediately, someone kicked the killer, stuffed the towel back, and then carried the person next to him.
"Say!"
The second killer rolled his eyes, and his pupils shrank in shock from Qiu Jing's scream.
"I... I don't know much, and it's useless to say it." The killer lowered his head and pretended to be useless.
"Useful or not, we have the final say."
Meng Qi knew that the tricks of these guys were nothing more than delaying time.
"The people behind the scenes of Piaoping Pavilion seem to have a high level of martial arts, so you are so afraid?"
The swordsman was expressionless, but the two killers shook.
"Why don't you talk about the background first? Who is the surname? Where is the person from? What is the name on the rivers and lakes?"
Mo Li only had a bottle of medicine in his hand, and if it was gone, it would be gone, and Piaoping Pavilion really controlled their lifeline.
"It seems that I can only trouble the Autumn Pavilion Master." Meng Qi said slowly.
"It's easy to say, dare to ask the national teacher what kind of weapons these two people can see, what are their preferences, and what kind of ways are they used?"
Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and said a few words casually. A few people immediately stood up behind Qiujing and showed Meng Qi a move.
The Southern School and the Northern School, even if they only specialize in martial arts, will still have a habit of fighting. Some Jianghu people like to hide hidden weapons, and when those who deal with them make moves, they will subconsciously guard against this hand. After all, not everyone is a master, and it is difficult to find flaws in martial arts. In most cases, their defense is limited, and they can only take into account a few points, which can be seen at a glance.
Rao is so, Meng Qi is also secretly shocked.
Fengxing Pavilion summarizes the habits and moves of the vast majority of people on the rivers and lakes. In the time of a cup of tea, the killer's bottom line is about to come out.
Qiujing then recruited people to look at the killer's appearance carefully, and another Ganquantang guy opened his mouth to report a dozen people who met the conditions and had no news for a long time.
After this series of dazzling actions, the name finally reported by Fengxing Pavilion was exactly the same as Meng Qi's guess based on the government's wanted warrant.
The swordsmen were stunned.
Looking at his eyes, he didn't seem to know the origin of his subordinates, so he called him by name.
The two killers were different, with undisguised horror on their faces.
If they are great characters, it is understandable that they are closely monitored by Fengxing Pavilion and always pay attention to their whereabouts. However, they are just ordinary green forest bandits. After being forced to join the Piaoping Pavilion, they have disappeared. It is estimated that even the enemy family thought they were dead, but they were lightly exposed by the Fengxing Pavilion.
"I'm a little weak, I'm laughing." Qiu Jing bowed his hands to Meng Qi and said with a wry smile, "To be honest with you, this method is the first time that this method works so well, and it takes three to five hours on weekdays to report a dozen doubts. Object. Today is thanks to the wisdom of the national teacher, remembering clearly, making accurate judgments, without any hesitation."
After a few words, everyone was relieved.
Where can the top experts give Fengxing Pavilion casual use
The swordsman stared at Meng Qi. He had heard Qiu Jing and others call Meng Qi the "national teacher" before.
What kind of national teacher? There is no such person on the rivers and lakes! The swordsmen who squatted in the tomb all the year round have no place to listen to gossip. in deep doubt.
"Go and find out how long ago the two of them disappeared and where they last appeared."
Qiu Jing turned his gaze to the swordsman.
This is what jumped out of the real stone, and it has no origin at all. It's really annoying to have another look of oil and salt not getting in.
Mo Li looked at Meng Qi and seemed to want to say something.
Meng Qi took a few steps closer and said with a sound transmission: "The swordsman only has two bottles of medicine in his hand, which is not enough for six days. Once it is gone, his subordinates will be useless. After all, six days are enough for him. Recovering the account book, or the sudden incident of the Sijia Mi shop account book, the swordsman hastily dragged everyone from the coffin to do business?"
"You mean..."
"There should be someone who came to deliver the medicine, or the swordsman called it before going out."
Mo Li listened, and quickly looked up and asked, "Want to set up an ambush in the tomb?"
"No, they must have a complicated way to connect, and the swordsman won't tell the details, so we can't hide it. We need to find another way, for example, we should think about who will keep such a drug and how it will not attract attention. ... Sijia Rice Shop is here, and the Piaoping Pavilion's sub-rudder is also nearby. King Wu used 600 taels of gold to support the faucet's killer who would hire Piaoping Pavilion. It is also here to connect. These are no coincidences! This must be Piaoping The important lair of the pavilion, the place where A Furong is made can't be too far away!"
Mo Li was refreshed, and immediately said: "Start the investigation from the pharmacy in Shili Baxiang!"
The medicinal materials for the pills are not necessarily sold from the pharmacy, but from the pharmacy, you can find all the medicinal materials merchants who come and go here. They know the flow of each fixed medicinal material, and now they only need the ink carp to determine the ingredients other than hibiscus in the pill.
Meng Qi narrowed his eyes and thought, Fengxing Pavilion can "know without trial", and with the help of the doctor, he can too!
The doctor has been looking at himself just now, he must be in a good mood!
"I see the same thing as the doctor!"
"Uh?"
The ink carp shook his head decisively, breaking the fat mouse's fantasy.
"No, I wanted to ask if you used spiritual energy to save a woman who was about to have a miscarriage, probably... more than 30 years ago?"
Meng Qi said in confusion: "No, I don't know medical skills, and the use of spiritual energy can only open up the meridians. How can I save a woman who has miscarried? Why does the doctor ask this question?"
The more he spoke, the brighter the ink carp's eyes became.
"There are other dragon veins, besides you and me."
"Shiro Mountain..."
"No, it can change shape and save people." Mo Li said seriously, Meng Qi was dumbfounded.
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what's up? My relationship with the doctor is so good, and suddenly a little goblin appears, who is it