Zhao Ⅰ·Bu Weiyue

Although Kuducao should not be the antidote to the dark poison, but Yiwang Qingming thought carefully, and the wild and wild party was inevitable.After discussing all night, he has now walked out of the camp clutching the stove, ready to get into the carriage and go to the wilderness.

"Sir, the wilderness is not safe." The accompanying disciple pulled the reins, almost crying, "If something happens, I won't be able to explain it to the suzerain."

Wang Qingming stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's mane, and the bay red horse lowered its head obediently, and gently rubbed his cheek. "What a good boy with spirituality." Sighing with a smile, he turned to the disciples of the Tongxuan family, "Don't worry, I believe the masters of the Strategist family can protect me well." After saying that, he turned his gaze to the young man on the black horse in front of him.The young man had a handsome face, was dressed in strong attire, and had long hair combed in a ponytail. He seemed to feel the slight gaze of the mountain, and looked slightly sideways.

Wang Qingming smiled back, then explained a few words to the two disciples, and stepped into the carriage.

"Tch." Duan Jue flicked the reins, the driver did the same, and the horse and the cart started on the road.

The two Tongxuan disciples looked at each other, but they hadn't fully digested the words of the master.

All the way west, Wang Qingming felt the weather change and put down the hand stove.Most people in Manhuang used Gu poison as their cultivation practice. They used three Gu poisons and five poisons to massacre 8 people, which shocked Zhongzhou and made a feud.In Zhongzhou, led by the Zongheng, Yinyang and Tongxuan families, together with hundreds of small families, they formed an alliance to form an alliance called "Chongming Wanjia". .Since then, Zhongming Wanjia has existed for five years with the purpose of maintaining harmony in Zhongzhou.Five years later, the barren land made a comeback, but the Wan family fell apart.At that time, Wang Qingming didn't know that he was floating in the sky, and he didn't know the reason for the disintegration of the alliance. Seniors could hide it, so there must be something dishonorable.Now, let alone the Xiao family, the three of them are suspicious of each other, and do not communicate with each other until it is critical. This is really a great pity for Zhongzhou.

Thinking back to the original point, the conjecture that "the poison is hidden under the torment" has been confirmed in Wang Qingming's method of bloodletting and poisoning.Through the mysterious method, special medicine is mixed into the blood, and the amount of poison can be judged according to the change.And Wang Qingming's answer is exactly, two kinds.

Therefore, the purpose of this trip is to find out what the dark poison is and how to solve it.

Disciple Tongxuan wrapped his Qin in white silk and placed it in the carriage.Wang Qingming untied it carefully, sliding his fingers across the body of the piano.The name of this qin is "Yue Ying Que". The body of the qin is milky white and narrow, cold and hard. It seems to be based on extremely light stone.

The sound of the clank and clang seemed to be coming out in waves, a war song, which caused the carriage to bump a little bit unavoidably. "Well, asking for trouble." Wang Qingming was a little unsteady for a while, mocked himself, and had to soften his rhythm a little.

When the carriage stopped, it was already dusk.Wang Qingming changed out of his winter clothes early in the morning and put on casual clothes.It is better to hide the Tongxuan family crest.

The groom knocked on the car door and opened it only after getting a reply.It was embarrassing to see the pale face of the young man in the car. "This is sir?"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, showing relief. "Ah, the climate here is too different from that of Zhongzhou." It's too hot and stuffy.Driving from Tongxuan to Tianfu Mountain for five consecutive days, although he felt unwell, he would not be as embarrassed as he is now.Her forehead hair was already wet with sweat, and Wang Qingming was holding on to the car, feeling the overwhelming feeling in her stomach.

"Pampered and spoiled." Duan Jue snorted coldly, got off the horse, grabbed his arm, and supported the crumbling Wang Qingming.

Wang Qingming stretched out her hand to break it off, and said with a smile, "Oh, such an evaluation really hurts my self-esteem. Back then, Qingming won the horse race at the Yingchuan Festival... um!" Before she finished speaking, she covered her mouth to one side.

Duan Jue groaned, "Horse racing in Yingchuan? Top prize? Heh." Tauntingly, he slapped Wang Qingming's back with his palm, and a surge of true energy flowed in. Seeing that his face was slightly better, he withdrew his hand. "Stop talking nonsense." I had to shut up.

The Zonghengjia coachman packed his bags and followed them into the inn.When Wang Qingming recovered, Duan Jue had booked two rooms, and the coachman had already left.

"I live opposite." Duan Jue put Yue Yingque on the case.

Wang Qingming wondered, "Why is it on the opposite side and not the next door?" It's so far apart, if something happens, it's not easy to reflect.

Duan Jue replied: "There are a lot of people." After saying that, the people had already left.

Forget Qingming and be afraid of the dark, this is the shadow of childhood.He rummaged through boxes and cabinets and found four candles, lit them brightly, illuminating all the shadows in the corner, and the bright light gave him a little peace of mind.In Tongxuan, his dormitory and study are open all night long.

I don't know if I can sleep well tonight.Wang Qingming really feels devastated, Lan Zhi has smoke, you are a good deed.

Four candles, burning faster than he thought.By midnight, all the lights were out.

On the soft couch, the person lying down was covered with a quilt and slept soundly.

The bitter fruits of the wind chime trees that can be seen everywhere in this season have lost their pulp, leaving seeds in hard shells.The wind blows and moves, and there is a sound of Lingling.A mournful sound flows into the dreams of foreigners.

The door was suddenly knocked open, and several black shadows flashed in.The knife reflects the moon, showing the cold light of the knife.The person who was close to the collapse was savagely stabbed at the neck.However, no blood was heard.

"Actually, Xiaosheng himself brought a candle." When the flames lit up, the people in the corner were immediately exposed.This person has bright eyes and white teeth, gentle and jade-like, and a pair of eyes full of smiles, like a spring breeze, but not a little cold.Wang Qingming held Yue Yingque in his arms, and when he moved his fingers, there was a burst of energy.

Several people raised their knives to block it, and the attack was a ruthless killing move.Wang Qingming dodges left and right, kicks away stools and vases from time to time, but the hand on the seven strings does not move anymore.Even though the saber air cut through the sleeves and cut off a few strands of long hair, Wang Qingming was as light as a butterfly fluttering and a swallow sweeping the water, without being hurt.But after a few moves, the bitter sword energy burst out.

Duan Jue split the table with his sword, and also cut the distance between several people and Wang Qingming.Immediately, with a flash of figure, Wang Qingming was taken outside.

"Oh, Brother Duan is very skilled." Wang Qingming teased after being dragged to the backyard.

Duan Jue responded with a cold snort, "You don't know martial arts?"

Wang Qingming fiddled with the strings of the qin, and asked back: "When did Nanzong teach martial arts?" His expression was sincere.

"..." Duan Jue was speechless, flipped his wrist, and threw out several sword qi.In order to strive for excellence, Tongxuan chose one of the northern and southern sects to practice, and there was no confusion.

The assassin came after him and entangled the master strategist.Immediately there was the sound of swords and swords, Duan Jue's swordsmanship was not bad, and several assassins were also skilled, so he couldn't take care of Wang Qingming for a while.

"Hmm..." Wang Qingming glanced around, thinking about it, and slowly took a few steps back.

After Duan Jue paid off and ended the lives of several people, he turned around and found that Weishan Qingxian from Tongxuan's family had disappeared.

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①Nie Mingjian·Duan Jue: Belongs to Zongheng's family.