In the next few days, Qiao Zheng plunged into his small "pharmacy" and researched the drugs that suppress and catalyze poison pills. The drugs that suppress poison pills are for the second senior sister. Before the law, she must suppress the poison in her body, otherwise, once the poison pill is completed, she will die.
As for the medicine that catalyzes the poison pill, it was for Xun Lan.
Ever since Qiao Wei threw Xun Lan into another courtyard, she never saw her eyes, she never visited her once, but the Ghost King ate three meals a day, and would "feed" Xun Lan to take her medicine unshakably. Drooling, reluctantly left.
Qiao Wei thinks about how pitiful her ghost king is. Since she broke through, she hasn't eaten a single poison elixir. It's not like that Gui Ji, who takes one pill a day, just like eating jelly beans. It's hard not to improve her skills.
Shengjiao didn't know that the pure yin body was taken away by them, but they sent people to Mu Wang's mansion to find out the ghost king's whereabouts several times, but they were all scared away by the ghost king.
Meditation is still closed in the secret room. In the first few days, Yunzhu still visited every night, but Yunzhu didn't go to the back.
He has broken through the eighth level, swallowed the sacred lotus, repaired his tendons, and is attacking the ninth level with all his might, and the palm poison is spreading unscrupulously in his body. After he has practiced well, his life will be saved. Won't…
Qiao Wei shook her head, how could he not practice
Having survived so many years of suffering, it is impossible to say anything about this step in the door.
Qiao Wei stood quietly outside the secret room, staring at the small window on the door that had been closed by Ji Mingxiu with piercing eyes. A cold wind was blowing in the passage behind her, like a knife, scraping against her delicate skin. superior.
She couldn't see it, and thought it would be good to hear the movement, but she couldn't even hear the movement.
Fu Xueyan put away her umbrella, walked down the aisle slowly, came to her side, glanced at her lightly, and said: "You have been standing for a long time, go back."
Qiao Wei looked at Fu Xueyan and said, "Why are you here? Where's Little Muyan?"
Fu Xueyan slightly hooked the corners of her lips and said, "She's asleep, I'm here to call you, you've been standing for an hour, aren't you tired?"
Qiao Wei shook her head and continued to look at the closed window: "I'm not tired."
Fu Xueyan looked at Qiao Wei's stomach: "Aren't you tired, isn't it tired too?"
Qiao Wei touched her belly.
Fu Xueyan said: "He is already having a hard time inside. If you know that you are waiting for him outside without sleep, a heartache will distract you, and you will become obsessed."
Qiao Wei looked at her again: "So serious?"
Fu Xueyan said sternly: "If you don't practice martial arts, you don't know how powerful this retreat is. It's like stepping on the palace of the king of hell. You can't be sloppy at all."
Qiao Wei said thoughtfully: "My mother also passed the retreat, and we were in a very difficult situation at the time, but Mrs. Senna didn't allow me to go to her. I think, maybe, as you said, the retreat really can't be disturbed. Bar?"
Fu Xueyan smiled softly: "Of course, how could I lie to you? Instead of distracting him here, you might as well go back and have a good baby. When he comes out, wouldn't it be better to see you fat and white?"
Qiao Wei was still not at ease and said: "He really... will be fine?"
Fu Xueyan took her hand and said softly: "What can happen? You have been listening for so long, did you hear that something happened to him?"
Qiao Wei shook her head.
Fu Xueyan smiled and said: "That's it? Listen to me, go back and sleep, maybe he will be able to leave the customs tomorrow."
Qiao Wei knew that Fu Xueyan was comforting herself. Although she didn't think he would be able to leave the customs tomorrow, she didn't want to disappoint Fu Xueyan's intentions. She looked back at the stone room and let Fu Xueyan pull her away.
Where she could not see, Fu Xueyan secretly wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
Nine Yang Palm, how can it be so easy to practice
He was suffering from heart-piercing pain, and he didn't want her to know that's all.
The two gradually walked away and out of the passage.
The moment the door was closed, a painful moan finally came from the dark stone room.
Fu Xueyan took Qiao Wei back to the yard, and wanted to coax Qiao Wei back to the house to sleep, but Qiao Wei couldn't sleep.
Qiao Wei went to the backyard, Wang Shu and Ghost King were rolling around in the snow, Jing Yunan squatted quietly aside, broke a branch, and drew something.
Qiao Wei walked over gently: "What are you painting?"
"Mother." Jing Yun stepped aside to make room for Qiao Wei.
It's inconvenient for Qiao Wei to squat now, so she just leaned over and took a steady look at his painting. His painting skills are no better than calligraphy, but it's enough to be able to recognize it, but the one in front of her... Qiao Wei looked at it for a long time Didn't understand: "What did you draw? Jing Yun."
Jing Yun added a few strokes to the big boxy box, picked up a few plum blossom petals from the ground, put them in one by one, and piled them into a bright red wedding dress.
"This is..." Qiao Wei opened her mouth strangely.
Jing Yun said: "Bride."
Jing Yun picked up the petals again and covered the bride's face.
Qiao Wei looked at the big box painted by Jing Yun, and asked curiously, "Her bed... is so small?"
This child has only seen one bride, and that is her, so she should be the one in the painting, but the babu bed in their house is much bigger than this one!
Jing Yun thought for a while and said, "This is a cabinet."
Qiao Wei chuckled: "Why did the bride sleep in the closet?"
She originally wanted to say that she was sleeping in a coffin. After all, this painting really looked like a jade coffin, but Jing Yun had never seen a wooden coffin, let alone a jade coffin. How could he draw it
"Really." The little man Jiang Niang had a look of disbelief, immediately put down the branch, stood up, and said with gestures, "I saw it with my own eyes, in a beautiful, beautiful house, she sleeps like this In the little cupboard."
The little fat man can say this kind of nonsense a dozen times a day without repeating the same thing, but Jing Yun can't. When he says he has seen it, he has really seen it.
And nine out of ten it is not a cabinet, it is really a jade coffin.
Qiao Wei straightened her expression: "Where did you see it?"
"That place from last time." Jing Yun said.
Qiao Wei was stunned: "Which place? Holy religion?"
"Huh?" Jing Yun had never heard of the holy religion.
Qiao Wei put it another way: "Did you see it the day you drank the kumiss?"
Jing Yun nodded.
Jing Yun woke up on the boat, went to Yinhu Island after waking up, and fell asleep quickly after getting off the island. If Jing Yun had really seen such a "bride in the closet", it must be On Silver Lake Island.
Yinhu Island is a forbidden place for holy religion.
How could there be a bride lying in a jade coffin in the forbidden area
Qiao Wei immediately went to Yunzhu's room and told Yunzhu about the bride Jing Yun saw.
After Yunzhu heard this, her entire face changed, but she was not frightened, but excited. Qiao Wei could feel her body trembling slightly, her eyes sparkled, and she was holding the tablecloth's hand, because Because of his great strength, even his knuckles turned white.
Qiao Wei was shocked: "Grandma, what's wrong with you, grandma?"
Yunzhu burst into tears: "It's been so many years... So many years... I finally found it..."
"The meaning of finding is..." Qiao Wei blinked her eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, "Couldn't that bride be the princess?!"
Yunzhu stood up excitedly, and accidentally kicked the stool over: "Where's Jing Yun?"
Qiao Wei lifted the stool up and said to her, "Sit down first, I'll call him."
Qiao Wei went to the backyard to call Jing Yun. Yunzhu didn't want to scare the child, and she had already calmed down before Jing Yun came, but when she asked about the identity of that person, she still couldn't control her strength and pinched Jing Yun's arm. up.
Jing Yun opened his innocent eyes wide and stared blankly at Yunzhu whose eyes were red.
Yunzhu realized that she had lost the importance, so she quickly let go, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, grandma hurt you."
Jing Yun shook his head sensiblely: "It doesn't hurt."
Qiao Wei: I really feel sorry for you!
Yunzhu took a deep breath, suppressed the turbulent emotions, and asked Jing Yun slowly: "Jing Yun, what does that bride look like?"
"Very beautiful." Jing Yun said.
Yunzhu's eyes lit up: "Did you see it?"
Jing Yun shook his head: "No, there is a piece of red paper covering her face."
But Jing Yun just thought she was pretty, and Jing Yun couldn't say why.
Qiao Wei patted Jing Yun's shoulder: "Okay, it's getting late, go ask my sister to take a bath."
Jing Yun let out an oh, and went obediently.
Qiao Wei turned her head to look at Yunzhu, and asked firmly, "Grandma, is that the princess?"
Yunzhu closed her eyes, and a hot tear flowed down: "...it's her."
They have been searching hard for the whereabouts of Princess Zhaoming, but they never thought that they would find nowhere to go if they broke through the iron shoes, and it would take no effort to find her. Now that they know the whereabouts of their daughter, Yunzhu will not be able to wait any longer.
In the early morning of the next day, Yunzhu took the blood moon bow and got up to go to the Holy Church.
This time, she didn't intend to alarm anyone.
It's just that when she walked to the door, she saw that Qiao Wei's group had already assembled, and they all looked at her with half-smiles, as if they had expected her to make such a move.
Yunzhu opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and got into the carriage silently.
The ghost king has one person and one car, Qiao Wei and Yun Zhu have one car, the drivers are Yan Feijue and Hai Shisan respectively, and the rest of them are staying in Fangcuiyuan. Can't lose.
Facts have proved that Qiao Wei's decision is correct.
Of course, that's something to say later, let's talk about the moment, when the two were sitting in the carriage, Qiao Wei gently took Yunzhu's arm, looked at her face that was full of endless vicissitudes over the years but still could not hide her beauty, whispered Asked: "Grandma, is your injury okay?"
Yunzhu covered her aching heart: "It's okay."
Qiao Wei said in relief: "Grandma, those who have us in the Holy Church may use other methods to get the princess out later without fighting."
Yunzhu doesn't count on it.
In fact, Qiao Wei just said so, you must know that the Holy Cult is difficult enough to break into, so what is the forbidden area? I'm afraid they don't go and leave whenever they want.
But grandma is not an impulsive person. She dares to go to the holy church to be an important person, so she must have her own trump card.
The carriage soon arrived at the Holy Church.
A group of people got out of the carriage. This time, the Ghost King didn't hide his aura anymore, and released his aura openly. The whole mountain was instantly shrouded in a huge coercion. The soldier couldn't bear the ghost king's internal strength, so he spat out a mouthful of blood.
At this moment, another vast internal force hit the ghost king head and face.
Those disciples and dead soldiers who were crushed to the point of lying on the ground finally straightened up slowly.
"It's Gui Ji." Yunzhu said, "Her skills have improved again."
One poison elixir a day, the strength of this improvement is not comparable to that of the ghost king who eats jelly beans every day.
But the Ghost King wasn't afraid of her either. With a roar, a more violent internal force rushed over!
Those dead men and disciples who managed to straighten up, knelt down again with a few slaps, this time, even their bones were broken.
But Gui Ji was not injured, and her aura was still at ease.
She seemed... just teasing the ghost king.
The ghost king was furious, wanting to crush this stinky and shameless person back.
Yunzhu raised her hand: "Save your energy and fight later."
The ghost king snorted, turned his face away, and ignored Yunzhu.
Yunzhu led a group of people through the mountain gate, through the passage, and came to the majestic and majestic Holy Church.
The door of the Holy Cult was open, and the moment one entered the door, a more simple and vigorous atmosphere than before rushed towards the face like a wave.
The steps of several people paused.
Qiao Wei looked from afar, and saw a long white marble paved all the way to the end of the road. On the dozens of steps at the end, there was a solemn hall. Lord Yuehua, who wore a crescent white robe, and Gongsun Changli, who was holding an oil-paper umbrella and dressed in red like fire.
On the sides of the two, there are Guiji in red iron armor and the national teacher in gray robes.
Of course there are some faces, but Qiao Wei doesn't recognize them all.
But Qiao Wei clearly felt that Yunzhu knew them... most of them, most of them... also knew Yunzhu.
Yuehua raised the corners of her lips coldly: "I don't know who is so bold, dare to trespass on the holy religion in broad daylight, I dare to be a traitor like you."
traitor
Qiao Wei was taken aback for a moment, grandma...is she a member of the Holy Church
Yun Zhu looked at him indifferently and said, "You have no right to talk to me, let Yun Su come out!"
A junior disciple who had never seen Yunzhu spoke sternly: "Bold! Can you call the leader's name?"