Really not a villain

The boy clicked his tongue: "Sure enough."

Mu Jiangling looked gloomy: "I died before leaving the teacher, it seems that I have to go ahead of my master and his old man."

The boy said: "That's not necessary."

Mu Jiangling: "Can I still be saved???"

"Naturally." The young man said proudly, "Who made you meet me? I won't do anything to save you."

…………

Mu Jiangling's heart suddenly brightened like a mirror.

The one in front of him is also a young man with the same dreams as himself!

Mu Jiangling: "Brother! A man of the same path!"

The young man said in distaste: "Who is your brother? Can you show some face? You are so foolish and want to call me a brother and brother? Have you never seen a rat demon making trouble? Dare to charge up with a sword in hand, how dare you It's too big."

Mu Jiangling wasn't flustered at all at the moment: "I said, are you really sure to cure this? Isn't Nanchuan City saved?"

The young man said: "Treat the symptoms but not the root cause, we have to get rid of the rat monster from the source."

Mu Jiangling: "How to get rid of it?"

The boy's glib mouth was suddenly speechless, and he was silent for a while, his face slightly shy: "...I'm not good at this."

"..." Mu Jiangling suddenly realized, "You want me to be your helper?"

The young man poohed: "Who wants to ask you to be a helper! If it weren't for...the inspection department is full of trash, I wouldn't have found you..."

Mu Jiangling was not convinced: "You mean I'm better than those trash?"

"almost."

"Hey!"

"Oh?" The boy folded his hands on his chest and raised his chin, "Who was trampled to death by a group of mice?"

Mu Jiangling was immediately speechless.

"Go and change your clothes first, I really can't do anything like this..."

"..."

After being rejected by two inns in a row, there was finally a small inn willing to accommodate them.

Mu Jiangling took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out, he was already a little uncomfortable. He couldn't breathe well, felt dizzy, and felt nauseated in his stomach. After holding on for a while, he couldn't help but lay down on the bed.

Not long after, the boy pushed open the door and entered with a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Mu Jiangling huddled under the blanket, heard some movement, opened his eyes, and said sleepily, "I'm afraid I'll throw up if I drink it..."

"Then what do you want?" The boy put down the medicine bowl on the table, "I'll drink it for you?"

Mu Jiangling said in pain: "Can't you be gentle?"

"Then..." The young man pondered for a while, then said thoughtfully, "I'll seal your sense of taste and smell."

"Row."

The young man took out a palm-sized wooden box from his carrying baggage, opened it, and spread out a roll of fine cloth inside, on which were densely inserted shiny silver needles of different lengths.

Mu Jiangling lifted the quilt, sat up, and looked curiously: "Where did you come from?"

The young man twisted a silver needle, put it on the lamp flame and burned it, saying: "Loose cultivator."

Mu Jiangling: "Of course I know it's a casual cultivator. The cultivation sects other than the Twelve Immortal Sects are not all casual cultivators."

"It's just a casual cultivator. My division is just a small sect, and there are only five people including me."

"Oh." Mu Jiangling said again, "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Su Chongjiu. You talk a lot, so why don't you take off your clothes quickly."

Mu Jiangling took off his clothes, and said worriedly, "You should be gentle...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" said worriedly:

"I'm sorry." Su Chongjiu twisted another needle, and said slowly, "This is my worst subject, Xiao Ba is better than me."

Mu Jiangling was in so much pain that tears were about to flow out: "...Who is Xiao Ba?!"

Su Chongjiu raised his hand and stabbed it hard: "My pigeons."

"Ahhhh Su Chongjiu, you bastard!!!!"

The shrill scream pierced the sky, and the whole inn trembled three times in shock.

After a lot of tossing, Mu Jiangling drank the medicine with tears in his eyes, fell asleep, and secretly wrote down the account in his heart.

When the hour came, he woke up.

The candles in the room hadn't been extinguished yet, Su Chongjiu was carefully looking at something under the lamp, and when he realized that he was awake, he immediately put down the things at hand, and came over and said, "How do you feel?"

"...Not good." Mu Jiangling curled up in pain, "Nowhere...is uncomfortable..."

He was really having a hard time.

It was as if a fire was burning in my stomach, and every bone in my body was sore, painful and itchy, tossing and turning, wishing I could slam my head on the bedpost to death.

"It really isn't an ordinary plague." Su Chongjiu reached out and tried it on his forehead, with a solemn expression, "You have a fever, I'll feed you some salt water, don't get dehydrated."

Mu Jiangling was helped up in a daze, forced himself to drink a few sips, and said weakly, "Can't you do anything?"

"I need time." Su Chongjiu took out a delicate and small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill and fed it to him, "You hold on first, with the potion you took earlier, it should be able to last." In a few days."

"Hmm..." Mu Jiangling opened his misty eyes, wondering if his brain was burnt out. At this moment, he felt that the guy in front of him who was no better than a pigeon with needles was extremely reliable, and muttered, "I'll leave it to you..."

I vaguely heard Su Chongjiu say: "Don't worry."

Probably an illusion.

He slept this way for three days, and he slept so dimly and unconsciously that half of his foot had already stepped into the palace of Hades.

It is said that Su Chongjiu tried to give him a needle during the period.

It stands to reason that with Su Chongjiu's technique, the living can be stabbed to death, and the dead can also be stabbed to death, but he didn't respond at all, which made Su Chongjiu wonder whether he was completely dead.

But that's all for later.

The moment Mu Jiangling woke up, Su Chongjiu showed a relieved smile, and immediately fell down from the chair with a bang.

Mu Jiangling was shocked: "Hello!"

He got up from the bed and found that he had no strength at all, the rash on his arm had disappeared, and his head was still a little dizzy, probably because he had slept for too long.

He stumbled out of bed and helped Su Chongjiu up. After checking, he found that he was just too tired and fell asleep, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"This is really..." Mu Jiangling murmured, looking at the messy papers and medicinal herbs on the table, and then lowered his head to look at Su Chongjiu's blue eyes, "There is enough nonsense."

Su Chongjiu smacked his lips, and actually answered in his dream: "After all, human life is at stake..."

Mu Jiangling finally couldn't help laughing out loud, and asked the inn's clerk to change the bed with a new bedding, settled the people down, and began to tidy up the messy house.

He picked up a piece of paper that had fallen by the foot of the table, and glanced up inadvertently.

A butterfly is drawn on it.

Mu Jiangling felt that it was very familiar, so he looked at it a few more times, and it really showed him the way.

I have seen this butterfly in an ancient book.

This butterfly is called Chishui butterfly, lives by water, eats rot, and is highly poisonous.

But why did Su Chongjiu draw a red water butterfly?

Mu Jiangling squatted on the ground, thinking seriously.

The more I look at it, the more I feel——Su Chongjiu's paintings are really good, and I can ask him to set up a booth to sell calligraphy and paintings if I don't have to worry about it.

Forget about seeing a doctor, the hand acupuncture is really not flattering.

In short, the content on this piece of paper was the only thing he could understand, and he didn't want to sit and wait for Su Chongjiu to wake up, so he simply wandered around to inquire about the news.

Mu Jiangling walked into the teahouse swaggeringly, and greeted him familiarly: "Shopkeeper, I'm here for tea again."

The owner of the teahouse hurriedly pulled him over and walked aside: "Young Xia, the shop is closed today."

"Not open?" Mu Jiangling was surprised, "Aren't you opening the store?"

"There's a great person who has booked the place..."

"Oh, so." Mu Jiangling nodded, and didn't make things difficult for him, just took out the piece of paper, "Shopkeeper, have you seen this kind of butterfly around here?"

The owner of the teahouse looked it over carefully: "This...has never been seen before."

"Is there any body of water nearby?"

"Our Nanchuan City, isn't there only one nearby Nanchuan? At this time of year, there will always be a kind of white flowers blooming beside Nanchuan. In the past, many people went there for outings, but now the epidemic is rampant..."

"White flowers?" Mu Jiangling frowned, and wanted to ask more carefully, but was suddenly interrupted.

"I don't know this young man, what's the use of looking for Chishuidie?"

The owner of the teahouse said in trepidation, "Manager Zhao."

Mu Jiangling turned his head and saw that the visitor was dressed in brocade and fine clothes, with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a slightly mean lip line, but he smiled very friendly: "I'm the inspector, Zhao Wuwang, I don't know what to call the young man?"

"Mu Jiangling."

"So it's Shaoxia Mu." Zhao Wuwang nodded, his gesture was a little proud but not rude, "The painting in Shaoxia's hand is a rare Chishui butterfly, which has long since disappeared in the world."

"I see." Mu Jiangling cupped his fists, "Thank you, Manager Zhao, for letting me know."

"Wait a minute." Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhao Wuwang called out, "Where did you get this painting in Young Hero's hand, can you tell me?"

Mu Jiangling shrugged his shoulders, turned back and said, "No comment."

After walking out of the teahouse, he began to wander aimlessly.

Stroll from the east of the city to the west of the city, from the south of the city to the north of the city, until the sun goes down, and the food in every household is fragrant.

With a candied haws in his mouth, Mu Jiangling unhurriedly ate the last layer of sugar coating, threw it away, and suddenly turned over the wall and ran quickly in the intricate alley.

If he didn't feel wrong, when he left the teahouse, someone was following him.

It's really gross.

Doesn't it make it clear that they are the people sent by Zhao Wuwang?

Could it be that the inspectorate's work is so simple and rude, but with no brains?

Looking at it from another angle, they might not care about being discovered at all.

After all, with the support of Xianmen, the background is strong enough, and he has the confidence to act.

After going around a few times and getting rid of the pursuers, Mu Jiangling quietly climbed into the room through the window of the inn. When he landed, he saw Su Chongjiu soaking in the tub naked, staring at him in horror.

Mu Jiangling: "..."

Su Chongjiu: "..."

Mu Jiangling: "What? So you woke up and took a shower hahaha..."

Su Chongjiu: "Get out!!!"