Jiang Shenglin lit the candle and carefully examined the bottle of medicine.
In addition to python saliva, there are also scorpion tails, spotted worms, golden sandalwood, and ghost-headed umbrellas. In short, all kinds of things, all of which are highly poisonous. Even if a strong and healthy man soaks in it, he will probably die. But the white-haired old man can stay in the jar for a full incense stick, which shows that he at least has some internal strength. As for why he was tied up with iron chains, the poisonous soup corrodes the skin and flesh, which is a heart-wrenching pain. Few people can bear it.
Li Sui asked: "What's the point of soaking in a poisonous soup?"
"He can train himself to be a poisonous creature." Jiang Shenglin said, "Of course, ordinary people don't have this need, but for those who like to take shortcuts, it's like pouring fuel on the fire, and can quickly make them masters."
But this kind of thing always has more disadvantages than advantages. The quicker you succeed, the faster you die, so generally no one will choose this shortcut.
Li Sui took the portrait to Tianzhu Hall.
It was already late at night, but Pan Shihou had not yet gone to bed. His old face was red and white with anger. Pan Jinhua was standing beside him with his head down, and it seemed that they were reenacting the usual drama of a father scolding his son.
Neither of them expected Li Sui to come over now. Pan Jinhua was already fed up with his father's "If you can have one tenth of Palace Master Li's martial arts skills", and now seeing the real master, he looked even more unfriendly and cold, in stark contrast to Pan Shihou's attentive expression.
"My dear nephew, please sit down." He smiled so hard that his face was wrinkled like a thousand mountains. "I have some excellent tea here. Try it first. If you like it, take some back."
"No need." Li Sui handed over the portrait and got straight to the point, "Who is this person?"
Pan Shihou opened it and took a look. "This is the owner of Chui Liu Academy, Zhang Can, who just passed away a few months ago." He lowered his voice and said, "So, is this family really connected with Shangru Villa and the Demon Cult? Am I right?"
Li Sui said: "He is not dead. He is currently soaking in the dark room of Chui Liu Academy."
Pan Jinhua was obviously surprised, and Pan Shihou was also confused: "Soaking?"
"Soaking in the Five Poisons Soup." Li Sui said, "He must be practicing some weird Kung Fu."
Pan Shihou was puzzled. He looked at the portrait again and still couldn't understand: "It is indeed Zhang Shen, but he and I were born in the same year. We are both very old, with many children and grandchildren. How could he suddenly start practicing evil skills?"
Li Sui glanced at him and said, "Since you have already found out that Shangru Villa is related to the Demon Cult, and Chui Liu Academy is the contact point of Shangru Villa, then Zhang Can's practice of evil skills is not without reason. What is there to be alarmed about?"
Pan Shihou: “…”
Pan Jinhua argued: "Father is just expressing his thoughts, why is Palace Master Li so impatient?"
I didn’t call him “big brother” this time. I guess it was because no one responded the previous times I called him and I felt embarrassed.
"You have no right to speak here, why don't you shut up!" Pan Shihou quickly scolded his son, and continued to smile, "It's me, I'm old, confused, and I don't think before I speak."
Pan Jinhua looked indignant and turned his head away fiercely.
Pan Shihou asked again: "What are your plans for the next step, nephew?"
Li Sui said, "Go and keep an eye on Chui Liu Academy. If there is any disturbance, send someone to tell me."
Pan Shihou was stunned: "I'm staring?"
Li Sui: “Yes.”
Pan Shihou said awkwardly: "...Yes, yes."
Pan Jinhua couldn't stand it anymore. After all, no matter how annoying his father was, he was still his father. It was unreasonable for him to be ordered around by outsiders and become their grandson. So he said in a gloomy way, "We are keeping an eye on Chui Liu Academy. What about you?"
Li Sui glanced at him coldly.
Pan Jinhua only felt a pain in his neck and shut up.
Li Sui retracted his gaze: "Chuiliu Academy is just a contact point. Zhang Can has been soaked to the point of being on the verge of death recently, and he can't do anything."
Pan Shihou understood and tried to probe: "So, nephew, what you mean is that we should keep an eye on this side, while you go after the Wulin League team and investigate Shangru Villa?"
Li Sui stood up and said, "I will leave five people in the city. If you have any problems, you can go to the Wenshu Inn to find them at any time."
"Why do we need to stay in an inn? There are so many empty guest rooms at home. I will send someone to clean and tidy them up right away." Pan Shihou was always generous and considerate to him. After saying this, he asked, "When do you plan to leave, nephew?"
Li Sui said: "The day after tomorrow."
"Why don't you come home at noon tomorrow—"
“No time.”
"… "
Perhaps because he felt that the old man was too humble and pitiful, Li Sui rarely explained, "I want to go to Hydrangea Valley."
Pan Shihou was flattered: "Oh, yes, the scenery there is beautiful recently, and the flowers are blooming vigorously. You should go there to relax."
Li Sui strode out of Tianzhu Hall.
The flowers are in full bloom.
…
Zhu Yanyin asked while lying on the bed: "How strong is it?"
While massaging his acupuncture points, Jiang Shenglin casually said, "The whole canyon is covered in pink and white, with butterflies flying everywhere."
It sounded very suitable for Palace Master Li to perform boxing and then draw out the Xiangjun Sword Dance 18 Moves on the spot.
Li Sui on the other end: My back feels numb and I want to kill someone.
But Chi Tian did not have the noble awareness to come to Baitou City and let Palace Master Li kill him. At this moment, no one knew where he was hiding. The spies of the Demon Cult were still diligently sticking to Zhu Mansion Bank, but they were too stupid, even more stupid than the fool in snow-white, and not worth killing.
Thinking of the white hair, Li Sui's face became even gloomier.
He didn't know whether he was bored or Jiang Shenglin had put a curse on him, otherwise why would he agree to go to the canyon to practice boxing? How could he save face if he told others about it
Jiang Shenglin threatened: "If you run away, I will add gall to your medicine every day."
Li Sui: “…”
Maybe it was because a gentleman's word is as good as gold, or maybe it was because of his courage, anyway, Palace Master Li finally showed up in the Hydrangea Valley as promised, dressed in black, and said, "You are all going to die."
Zhu Yanyin found an excuse and sneaked out of the house. He did not bring Zhu Xiaosui or his servants with him. He went into the mountains in Jiang Shenglin's small carriage carrying medicinal herbs. The scenery of Hydrangea Valley was indeed very beautiful. There were not only pink and white flowers, but also gurgling water, butterflies flying all over the mountains, and the fragrance of flowers.
Zhu Yanyin looked at Li Sui standing by the stream from afar, feeling quite excited. And because Jiang Shenglin was beside him, he was not as scared as in the previous two times. He just asked quietly, "When does Palace Master Li plan to start boxing?"
"Right now, right now." Jiang Shenglin found a clean and flat stone for him to sit on. Seeing that Li Sui was still standing there motionless, and he didn't know what mantra the old monk was chanting in meditation, he went over to urge him: "Do you need some more gongs and applause?"
Li Sui glanced at him and said, "There are people all around."
Jiang Shenglin was slightly startled, and held his breath to listen carefully for a moment: "... How much?"
Li Sui replied: "Thirty or forty."
Jiang Shenglin breathed a sigh of relief: "Thirty or forty, no problem. Since the other party is not going to attack for a while, why don't you show Mr. Zhu your boxing skills first, so I can get him out of the mountain as soon as possible."
Li Sui looked at him and said, "The other party has a bow|crossbow."
"There's a bow—" Jiang Shenglin reacted, and was so scared that his soul flew away. He turned around to protect Zhu Yanyin, but a rain of arrows flashing with silver light had already cut through the sky halfway up the mountain. Zhu Yanyin sat with his back to the mountain and didn't know what happened. Or even if he was facing the mountain, he would not have had time to react. Seeing Jiang Shenglin suddenly start to run wildly in panic, Zhu Yanyin was also startled. Just as he was about to stand up from the stone, another black shadow flew over.
"ah!"
Li Sui held him in one hand and quickly left the boulder. With the other hand, he drew the sword from its sheath. There was a constant "clang-dong" sound from the collision of metals. If it were at night, it would have been a sky full of bright flames.
Zhu Yanyin was completely unprepared and had no idea what was happening. It was only because of Jiang Shenglin's pale face... and his pale face running away that he could barely deduce that there might be another assassin lying in ambush, and his legs immediately went weak.
But it didn't affect anything, because now he was being held and hanging on Palace Master Li's shoulder, so he didn't need to walk by himself.
The bow and crossbow only had time to fire twice before the Xiangjun Sword was already in front of them. There was no time to load a new hidden weapon, so the opponent had to give up the mechanism and draw their swords to resist.
Li Sui was deeply impressed by the vomiting in Tiger Roar Gorge, so before taking action, he glanced at the person in his arms and said coldly: "What are you waiting for? Why don't you cover your eyes quickly?"
Zhu Yanyin was still in the "There's a killer so scary I want to die over and over again" phase, his mind was blank, he asked with trembling teeth: "Ah?"
Li Sui landed on the ground, taking up a little precious time to kill, and patiently taught him a lesson: "Cover your eyes."
Zhu Yanyin let out an "oh", stretched out his hand stiffly and tremblingly, and covered his eyes.
Palace Master Li, who was in darkness, said: "..."
The sound of wind whistling in my ears.
Li Sui dodged to the side and pressed Zhu Yanyin's head against his shoulder. He swung the Xiangjun Sword with his right hand. The black blade glowed faintly under the sun and was almost invisible. However, it was extremely fast and was on the attacker's neck in an instant.
After thinking for a moment, he turned the sword around and used the hilt to smash the opponent's skull.
The thirty or forty people in ambush were actually experts, and they were determined to fight to the death, but in front of Li Sui, they were still no better than the most fragile ants. The blunt and heavy hilt of the sword was like a heavy hammer, carrying a huge amount of internal force that penetrated their brains. They didn't even have time to react before they died.
The death was extremely quick and clean. There would no longer be a cloud of blood mist filling the air to scare away the spoiled scholars.
Jiang Shenglin stood by the stream and looked up. In less than a cup of tea, the assassination attempt had come to an end, leaving behind only many unfortunate corpses rolling down the valley.
Li Sui hugged Zhu Yanyin and landed steadily on the ground.
Jiang Shenglin ran forward and said, "Are they all dead? Why didn't they leave any alive?"
Li Sui sheathed his sword and said, "No need. I know who sent them."
Jiang Shenglin asked: "Who?"
Li Sui didn't answer his question. He picked up Zhu Yanyin with his left hand and frowned: "Are you going to vomit again?"
The young master from Jiangnan turned pale and could not stand steadily.
Jiang Shenglin quickly supported him and complained to Li Sui: "If you want to kill someone, then kill him. Why don't you send Master Zhu back to me first?"
Logically speaking, why is it necessary to force him to fly around and participate in the whole process for such a thing
Palace Master Li answered irresponsibly: "I am too lazy to go down the mountain again."
Jiang Shenglin was choked and speechless: "Do you want to drink gall again?"
Li Sui was furious: "I have covered his eyes and smashed their heads with the hilt of the sword, but there was no blood. Is this not okay?"
Zhu Yanyin's face turned pale.
Oh, it hit his head.