"Junior Brother Pei's medicine was replaced by someone?"
Zheng Weiqi frowned and sat in the teahouse. After thinking for a while, she had no clue, and her sword qi and anger rose together: "What clues do you know? Where did that bottle of Xianquan come from?"
The immortal spring used for healing was maliciously replaced with corrosive poison. This is by no means a trivial matter that can be laughed off.
Ning Ning has informed the elders of the matter, but now there are few clues, and even if they agree to investigate, it may be difficult to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.
"That bottle of Xianquan was brought back by Pei Ji from the medical center."
Ning Ning said: "The doctor saw that he was seriously injured, so he specially sent a bottle. At that time, the medical center was crowded with people, and many medical disciples, rescued girls and people in the city were all in the museum. would be easy to spot."
He Zhizhou glanced at her worriedly: "Is there something wrong with your leg?"
"The elders of Su Wentang have read it for me, the poison is not fatal, it will burn the skin at most."
Ning Ning shook his head: "But the strange thing is that when I broke it, there was clearly a black magic energy inside... But later the elders came to investigate, but they found that there was no aura and could not find anything related to it. traces."
"Magic? It's not the magic cultivator who is playing tricks, right?"
Lin Xun had never experienced the danger of life and death and the great winds and waves. After hearing this, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of worry and fear: "My father said that although the demons were defeated and almost disappeared after the war, there are still survivors hiding in various places— But they have no grievances with Junior Brother Pei, why did they deliberately hurt him?"
Ning Ning couldn't figure it out either.
And speaking of demons, the soul-refining technique used by Luo Yuanming obviously belongs to an extremely ferocious secret technique of magic cultivation.
He was born on the right path, and he would never have the opportunity to contact him. The only possibility was that he had contact with the surviving demon cultivators when he passed through the desert.
And that Demon's cultivation base is definitely not low.
"Anyway, today is a fortune among misfortunes."
Zheng Weiqi let out a sigh of relief, her brain hurting from thinking, and pressed her hand to her temple: "Tomorrow will be the annual Lantern Festival in Luan City. It is completely different, the level of danger is greatly doubled, and if you are seriously injured before the ceremony, you will be completely hopeless."
Luo Yuanming's scandal was revealed, but the Ten Ways Meeting had to continue.
Ning Ning had heard before that the Fa conference is divided into two rounds, the first round is the secret realm trial, and the second round is often a duel between the disciples, adopting a one-on-one elimination system until the final decision to stay on the field. one person.
However, although this competition system has been followed for a long time, it has very serious drawbacks.
There are thousands of Taoist methods in the cultivation world, and hundreds of schools are open to each other. In the short-term arena competition, they often cannot exert all their advantages. What's more, the duel is based on strength, and is lighter than strategy. It is difficult to win for the weak offensive nature of medical practitioners, music practitioners, Buddhist practitioners and beast-preserving sects.
Therefore, under Luo Yuanming's suggestion, after some discussion among the elders, changes were made to the second round of this year's competition system.
"Although the elders kept the news tightly, according to the gossip," He Zhizhou was mysterious, "it seems to be more exciting than the first round of the battle royale."
Ning Ning listened to him and couldn't help thinking of the information that Luo Yuanming had accidentally revealed to her.
His encounter with Lone Moon Lotus was false, but the way to repair the sea of consciousness should be true. According to him, in order to treat Wen Hemian, there are still more than two rare spiritual plants, and one of them, the Spirit Pivot Immortal Grass, is in the secret realm that the next round of the dharma meeting needs to go to.
But in Luan City, there seems to be no other secret realm that can be entered.
At this moment, Mr. Storyteller did not take the stage, and there was a rare sense of leisure and tranquility in the teahouse.
Ning Ning was in a daze, and suddenly heard a very magnetic low male voice: "It's a coincidence, I'm meeting you again."
Ah, the sound.
She raised her head with mixed feelings, and she saw the very familiar face of the young city lord of Jialan City.
The corner of Jiang Si's mouth twitched, he slanted a smile, pointed to the vacant seat beside him and said, "Can I sit here?"
"Well, actually, I've wanted to ask for a while."
He Zhizhou raised his right hand, and turned into a curious baby who asked if he didn't understand: "Where did the young city master learn how to laugh? I remember that you didn't laugh like this before."
Jiang Si raised his eyebrows with a smile, and said lightly, "Thank you Miss Zheng for this."
Seeing Zheng Weiqi's puzzled look, he snorted softly, "Mr. Jiang studied the books given by Miss Zheng all night, and stumbled upon a certain pattern—"
"Among all the texts, 'Hooked Lips Smile' appeared 281 times, 'Raising eyebrows' appeared 189 times, 'Light hum' appeared 146 times, and 'Lightly said' appeared 563 times."
So he did exactly that.
It's a pity that after practicing too many times, the muscles cramp. It's not like "smile with lip hook", but like a ghost possessed, and the small mouth cramps wildly.
Zheng Weiqi inhaled and held her forehead, and forced out a breath. In order to prevent this person from babbling wildly again, she took the lead and said, "How far has the plot progressed on your side?"
She was talking about the super-thick tome that Jiang Si recently observed and studied, "Fengyuelu of Cultivation."
Jiang Si was rarely questioned by her, and when she heard the words, she squeezed out a low smile that had been mentioned 438 times: "Xuexiao is dying."
He spoke lightly, without noticing that the man who was sitting at the table next to him, writing and drawing from beginning to end, froze.
The man turned his back to them and couldn't see his exact appearance. If he took a few steps forward and took a cursory look, he would be extremely surprised to find that it was the storyteller in the teahouse.
—Mr. managed to rest for a while today, but as a diligent social animal with great professionalism, even in his spare time, he must persevere in digging for storytelling materials.
Luckily, he just happened to meet the Xuanxu Sword Sect group.
Tian Xianzi's personal biography is very popular in Luan City, and he is also a strong contender for the leader of the Ten Ways Association. The gentleman sat quietly for so long, and when he heard the name "Xue Xiao", he couldn't help frowning.
He had never heard of this woman's name.
"You mean that she was imprisoned in the cellar by Master Zhenxiao?"
Zheng Weiqi tried her best to recall the plot: "Or is it that the head of Ji gave her a love affair?"
The hand holding the pen trembled violently.
What an explosive sect secret! There are so many grievances and grievances between Jianxiu! Mr. Storyteller's heart is agitated!
"neither."
Jiang Si said coldly, "It was I who abused her as a stand-in in every possible way, but in the end I wanted to take her blood to treat me, Bai Yueguang, who was about to die, that is, what happened to Miss Ningning."
The thunder came one after another, and the gentleman's eyes turned out in surprise. He was lying on the table and screeching to write, almost sparking.
Zheng Weiqi was a little dissatisfied: "The most outrageous thing is that I would actually be crazy about her because I fell in love with Master Zhenxiao, and asked my disciples to block her in the alley and beat her, and warned Xue Xiao not to break up with her uncle. What was going on in my head? of!"
Ning Ning put his hand on his cheek and smiled, "I also deliberately made things difficult for her because I had a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun. Do you remember when she had a tryst with Jianzun Zhenxiao and her seven orifices bleed suddenly? It's because she ate the poison I gave."
fear! Xuanxu Sword Sect, these terrifying women! How could they say such words in such a light voice!
The storyteller's right hand holding the pen was trembling, and he gritted his teeth so that he would not cry out in anger.
He Zhizhou looked at her in amazement: "Is it you?"
Listening to his disbelieving tone, a normal person finally appeared in the dance.
There was a wicked smile on the corner of the man's mouth, and he was ready to witness the scene of punishing rape and eliminating notoriety with his own eyes, but he heard He Zhizhou continue: "Didn't you agree to be with me? In the end, you actually have a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun?"
are you crazy! ! ! Is that the point! ! !
"What does it matter?"
Ning Ning's tone was calm as if he was discussing whether to eat or not: "Have you always been in love with Xue Xiao? You are born with two legs, can you be worthy of them if you don't split it?"
He Zhizhou suddenly said: "It makes sense! By the way, I remember that you seem to be interested in Pei Ji. With so many boats, be careful not to show your waist, or we men who love you deeply will feel distressed."
Pei Ji was originally out of the conversation, but when he heard this, his eyelashes trembled, and he lowered his head and took a sip.
Mr. Storyteller: …
The idiot was persuaded. He is tired. These people are not normal.
"I really don't understand, what's so good about you men? If you have to find true love in the trash, it's no wonder she ended up like this."
Zheng Weiqi was very disdainful, and there was a bit of hatred in her tone: "If I were her, I would definitely focus on practicing kendo, and when I ascend to immortality in the future, I will push you bunch of dog men to the ground and beat them."
"Could it be that she loves me, and it's a sin if I don't love her? That woman shouldn't forget her identity, it's just a tool for me to warm the bed."
Jiang Si was not convinced, he opened his small mouth to rebut, but suddenly noticed that someone was approaching, quickly shut his mouth for a while, turned his head and turned his eyes.
"Ah, isn't this the city lord Jiang Sishao of Jialan City!"
The person who came was a plump woman. Although her appearance was not outstanding, she was wearing a shaggy and smoked skirt, but at a glance, she knew that it was expensive. The woman covered her lips and smiled, reaching out and handing a small object wrapped in white cloth.
"Yesterday, a girl came to my Embroidery Workshop and said that she admired the young city lord. She specially asked the workshop to make a jade bone fan overnight and asked me to deliver it myself."
Jiang Si coughed softly, with a light expression and tone: "Girl? Oh—it was that one. I just thought she was joking, but I didn't expect to make a copy."
The proprietress of Qixiufang pursed her lips and smiled, and said softly to leave first, leaving Jiang Si and a few people in front of the table to stare, or Lin Xun said first: "Jade bone fan? I remember it seems to be quite expensive."
"Oh, it's just a small thing that followers insist on giving."
Jiang Si lowered his eyes and sneered, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his slender fingers resting on the wrapping cloth: "I heard that the girl specially told the proprietress that she would embroider the oversized 'Young City Lord is great' on the fan—why is that necessary? I never care about such false names."
Ning Ning turned to his side and whispered in Pei Jing's ear, "I think this 'follower' may be himself."
Men, you have to earn some face for yourself in front of others.
Before Jiang Si was crushed by Senior Sister Zheng in every possible way, it was when the momentum was at its weakest. If the proprietress of Qixiufang brought this "small thing that followers insisted on giving each other" in front of them, maybe 10% of the money could be saved. Little face left.
Pei Ji's breathing stagnated because of her sudden approach, and then she made a low "uh" sound.
The cloth wrapped on the outside was taken apart layer by layer, revealing the delicate and compact folding fan inside.
Jiang Siqiang held back the smile on his lips, and with a little force of his index finger, the fan surface was like the wings of a butterfly unfolding, pushing the layers of folds away, unfolding them in front of everyone's eyes.
But seeing the jade-bone fan Lingluo shines brightly, reflecting a pearl-like lustre in the sunlight, and on the front and back of the fan, a string of large characters is embroidered:
[The oversized young city master is awesome].
Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.
Lin Xun stared blankly at the words, and then glanced at Jiang Si himself blankly.
He Zhizhou scratched his head in embarrassment: "Ah, this..."
Jiang Si turned into a cold-faced baby made of cement. The whole person was like a time stagnation, staying in place and motionless.
After a long time, he finally blinked his eyes and looked up at the sky, barely holding back the wet eyes: "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Ning Ning was heartbroken looking at his hideous expression, and comforted him kindly: "Young City Lord, don't be sad, in fact, it's only a little bit."
"Not a fool at all."
Zheng Weiqi showed sincerity and showed no mercy to him: "For example, you used to be 'Jiang Si', but now all the other radicals are gone, and the whole person is only left with the three points of water."
This woman is talking about his parallel imports.
The cold icy wind slapped randomly on his face, Jiang Si's expression was so hurt, and his heart was aching.
It was this woman who made him realize for the first time that he would also feel heartache.
As expected of her.
The atmosphere on their side was like going to a grave, while the storyteller on the other side stopped his writing on the spot, and when he looked at the manuscript paper on the table, his eyes were full of fear and horror.
What he heard and heard today was far beyond his imagination, and he was almost out of writing.
Unexpectedly, when she was in a trance, she heard Zheng Weiqi's voice again. She deliberately lowered the volume and whispered in Ning Ning's ear.
In a trance, he heard the other party's vague voice: "I think there is something wrong with him here, and I don't know if he was influenced by Junior Brother He."
She paused, and seemed to be a little emotional: "Infectious diseases, these two are together, there is no way to save them."
With his back to them, he couldn't see Zheng Weiqi pointing at his brain when he was speaking.
She's ranting that idiots are contagious.
However, Mr. Storyteller was completely stunned.
Where is the problem with the young city lord Jiang Si? Why was he influenced by Taoist priest He Zhizhou? And her last sentence, contagion... What kind of disease
God, what did he hear? !
His heart and body were trembling, and with the last of his courage, the gentleman lowered his head and glanced at everything he had recorded on the paper.
[Xue Xiao is dying.
After experiencing the imprisonment of Jianzun Zhenxiao, the love of Ji Sect, and Jiang Si's forcible blood, she was beaten by Zheng Weiqi until her seven orifices bleed and her heart was broken.
Zheng Weiqi loves Zhenxiao, Xuexiao loves Jiang Si, Ningning loves Lin Xun, Xuexiao loves He Zhizhou, Ningning loves Pei Ji.
The oversized young city lord was great, but there were some problems there. He and He Zhizhou contracted a sexually transmitted disease together and couldn't be saved. ]
Good guy, sad star anise twist love.
As for the last paragraph, he felt so terrifying and perverted.
His line of sight slid down and down again and again, and finally came to the relationship table of the characters of the Xuanxu Sword Sect, which was filled with countless arrows.
The storyteller turned pale and waved his brush lightly.
A small heart was drawn between He Zhizhou and Jiang Si.
At the same time, Zheng Weiqi felt a sense of consciousness approaching, and Pei Ji's voice transmission sounded in her ears.
He held the sword calmly on the surface, but there was a little bit of difficulty and hesitation in his tone, and it seemed that it took most of his strength to say this sentence:
"Senior sister, the book you discussed... can you sell me a copy?"