Aggrieved Fish Sprite

The person on the bamboo couch was covered with scars, ugly as a ghost.

Arrange such a person to serve the pillow mat, unless the steward of Fengxing Pavilion has lost his mind.

Meng Qi was speechless.

Before, far away through the curtain, there was only a vague figure with a naked upper body, and his face was not facing the pool. Who knows what it looks like?The next door is playing and singing, and everyone here has been arranged, just as Meng Qi is "getting angry", seeing this situation, how can he not be angry?

After finishing his anger, he realized that this was not the case at all. Meng Qi wished there was a hole where he could go in to calm his mind.

The doctor is so calm, but he is full of evil thoughts - no matter how thick-skinned he can't hold it.

Thinking about it carefully, the identity of the swordsman is also clearly revealed.Except for the Piaoping Pavilion killer who covered his head and face, who else needs Mo Li to watch over him like this?

Meng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, wanting to say something to end the embarrassing situation, but the picture of water droplets scrambling to slide down from the ink carp's slender and fair chest, and scales could be faintly seen in the shadows under the water surface appeared again in his mind .

Hastily stretching out his hand to cover his nose, Meng Qi quickly wiped away the streak of blood gushing out.

The heart fire is exuberant, and the spiritual energy is churning, which is directly created in the eight extraordinary meridians.Inverted.

Even if it is a master of the inner family, in this situation, they can only choose to control the bottom or the top.

——Is there still a choice?The mouth and nose can be covered, the nosebleeds can be wiped, the ground three inches below the dantian... Try covering one with your hands?

Does the national teacher want to lose face?

The ink carp was even more inexplicable, Meng Qi dodged and refused to extend his hand again, he could only guess.

"Cough, doctor, have you already caught someone?" Meng Qi bit the bullet, trying not to look at Mo Li's probing eyes.

As soon as he turned around, he pushed the swordsman who was staring fiercely at this side half a circle.

The swordsman who was forced to go under the bed: "..."

Isn't it because you are afraid that he will peek?Who cares?

It is true that the few scales on the ink carp directly made Taijing Longmai's mind shake and he couldn't control himself, but this is definitely not the case in the eyes of others.The swordsman with scales didn't see it, even if he saw it, he would only be frightened by the monster, no scales?That's a man, good-looking and a man, so what else?

The swordsman snorted.

He was angry and couldn't help snorting heavily.

He thought that he would get ridiculed by Meng Qi, and even kicked a few times, but Meng Qi only focused on explaining to Mo Li.

——The kind of sound transmission into secret, the swordsman can't hear a word.

After waiting for a long time without any response, the swordsman could only snort again to show his existence. If you want to kill, you have to cut it quickly. What does it mean to stuff someone under the bed?

Out of the corner of the swordsman's eye, he saw the corner of the robe and shoes, and the two had already come here.

"Crench."

Just sitting on the bamboo couch.

A terribly ugly pink robe was thrown on the ground, and the swordsman's face was completely blue.

Although he is just a killer, this is too insulting!

There are less than ten top masters in the Jianghu. If you have practiced martial arts to this level, you will have a respect for people of the same level. Only when you have reached this stage will you know how difficult it is.What is there to talk about with those who don't know the height of the mountains and the depth of the sea? The top masters will naturally cherish each other.That's why Patriarch Qingwu would waste his time talking about his ambitions and ideals with Meng Qi Moli, and it would be impossible for others to want to hear his crazy words.Therefore, swordsmen always disdain Fengxing Pavilion, because there are no top masters in Fengxing Pavilion.

The swordsman didn't want to turn an enemy into a friend with Mo Li and Meng Qi, but he still reluctantly admitted how powerful these two are.But he took others seriously, and others didn't take him seriously.

Just when the swordsman was furious and wanted to teach these two guys who humiliated him a lesson at the risk of damaging his foundation, he was suddenly pulled out of the bed by a hand and lifted out.

There is no "ridiculous" or "unsightly" scene in front of me.

Mo Li's clothes were neat, and only his hair was loose.

Meng Qi changed into a crow-blue robe, and the inner shirt was embroidered with crane patterns, and he knew it was of high-quality material at a glance.It was Tang Chi's guy who put the change of clothes on the low table for Mo Li, but Meng Qi took advantage of it.

"It's Suzhou embroidery. The price of southern goods has doubled compared to that in the Chu Dynasty. Fengxing Pavilion is really willing."

Meng Qi was not happy when he was wearing clothes, what did Feng Xing Ge want to please Mo Li like this?

Dig out your own secrets from the ink carp?Or more directly, abducting the ink carp to work for them?

"This is our prisoner?" Meng Qi deliberately increased his voice, trying to make the swordsman understand the current situation.

Talking about business helps to throw away those idle thoughts.

It's not that Meng Qi wants to suppress it, but that this place is not good.

The most important thing is, if the scales of the ink carp have a miraculous effect on him, what about the ink carp?

——The dragon veins that can only become gerbils are sluggish.

He has no scales, he can only shed hair.

Does this mean that doctors cannot be attracted by their own "beauty"?

No no, there must be another way.

Meng Qi was even more unwilling to reveal the reason for his abnormality, no matter how much Dr. Mo asked, it was useless.

But if Meng Qi didn't say anything, wouldn't Mo Li not be able to guess?

After recalling it carefully, Mo Li vaguely realized something. He looked around, and dismissed the idea of ​​exposing his scales by changing back to his original shape, and did not expose Meng Qi's ambiguity.

Next, the two of them turned their backs on each other, the one who put on the clothes puts on the clothes, and the one who changes the clothes changes the clothes.

After the ink carp evaporated the water droplets with internal force, Meng Qi dragged the swordsman out again.

The swordsman was about to sneer, when he suddenly saw the remains of the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand, and the words stuck in his throat.

"The antidote that you want to send out regardless of your life?" Meng Qi said slowly, "Your subordinates fled to a cemetery. Since they have found a place to bury themselves, let them do as they wish."

"You killed them?"

The swordsman asked sharply. At this time, Meng Qi no longer had any evil spirits on his body, but the swordsman still had an ominous premonition.

"How can you not die when you are full of evil?" Meng Qi asked back, and at the same time he told Mo Li the identities of those killers through sound transmission.

Eight out of ten had been issued arrest warrants by the government, and the remaining two who were not sure were taken away by Meng Qi for interrogation. The result was dishonest, insisting that this Tangchi was their territory.

"What about those two?" Mo Li's expression became more serious the more he heard about the stone bottle.

"hide in……"

"Bring it here quickly."

Meng Qi responded, and after thinking about it, he took out another intact stone bottle, and the swordsman's pupils shrank instantly.

"It should be the same medicine that was dug out from the grave. The doctor will take a look."

Mo Li took out a pill, broke it, tasted it a little, then turned his head and vomited it out, and asked sharply, "A Furong?"

The swordsman looked coldly at him, and Meng Qi tried hard to think back for a long time, and then he came up with an ancient anecdote, which seemed to mention such a brightly colored flower, which was regarded as a holy medicine by the local natives and used by priests to communicate with ghosts and gods. Listening to the oracle will have the effect of staying away from all the pain and troubles in the world.

"What is Afulan? Poison?"

"It's more troublesome than poison."

Mo Li's eyes were full of shock and anger, Meng Qi rarely saw him lose his composure, and his heart sank.

"I'll go and bring the man."

After speaking, the figure flashed and disappeared.

Mo Li stared at the swordsman and asked, "Where did you get this thing?"

The swordsman kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"You know how terrible it is. People who eat the drug will never be able to live without it." Mo Li said word by word.

He will never forget this smell. There is a piece of black drug that exudes the same smell hidden in Xuezhi County.

Speaking of "Ghost Poison Vulture" Xue Ting, one has to say that he destroyed the entire Futu Temple within one month.

The Futu Temple was originally the place where an eldest princess raised her head, and the secret passages underneath are intricate. After the princess lost power, no one cared about this temple, so it was occupied by a southern border mantra that the eldest princess originally enshrined. .

A curse master can't cast a curse, he can poison.What's more troublesome is that he is also a mechanism master.

The curse master has received many disciples, and they are passed down from generation to generation, acting in secret, just like the demon sect.Jianghu Zhengdao tried to exterminate them several times, but all of them used the mechanism to follow the poison.The power of the medicine failed, causing countless casualties.As time passed, the name of Futu Temple was frightening, and no one dared to offend it.

Xue Ting: It was this hornet's nest that was stabbed.

After stabbing, he happily walked away the gold and silver treasures and rare medicinal materials.

Drugs are black and inconspicuous, but they are placed in the most gorgeous box.

At that time, there were several pieces, which were the "holy medicine" brought by the curse master from southern Xinjiang. Xue Ting broke the thing into pieces and soaked it in water, tried it with a rabbit for a few rounds, and immediately burned it all with a changed expression. Only the smallest piece remains.

When Zhixian Xue took out this drug, Mr. Qin was also at the side.

"Pfft."

Two gagged, bound hands and feet fell to the ground.

Mo Li woke up from his memories, his hand holding the stone bottle trembled slightly, then he closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I'll call the people from Fengxing Pavilion."

"doctor?"

"This matter is no small matter, it's not something you and I can find out in a short time."

Since Mo Li said so, Meng Qi naturally wouldn't object.

Unexpectedly, the people from Fengxing Pavilion came faster than they imagined, and the figures at the other end of the bamboo forest shook.

Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, then quickly circled around the pond, raised his hand angrily and slapped the low wall.

"boom."

The wall fell down, revealing a section of copper pipe buried in the wall.

The copper pipes are hollow and extend long into the adjoining yard.

"The national teacher calms down, it's just a pipe for heating hot water in winter." Qiu Jing calmly showed up with someone, she stepped over the ruins of the low wall, and admitted, "Of course when there is no water, people with sensitive eyes and ears can To eavesdrop by this, but this is a courtyard, not a sealed room, even if you concentrate on listening, you will only get a few words."

Mo Li's expression darkened, knowing that Fengxing Pavilion might listen to his previous words, and said coldly: "The pavilion master promises not to interfere or eavesdrop when I interrogate the prisoners."

"It's Qiu's fault." Qiu Jing bowed deeply, and said in shame, "I didn't know I could hear it before entering the house. When my subordinates reported the existence of this mechanism, it was my fault that Qiu didn't stick to his promise of a gentleman."

nonsense!

The courtyard in the distance was playing and singing as if Qiu Jing was over there, but the person was squatting in the next room, saying that it was not intentional, who would believe it?

Mo Li's expression was ugly, Meng Qi sneered and said: "A gentleman can be deceived, and Pavilion Master Qiu should wipe off the head and tail before speaking."

"I wanted to take a detour to come from there, but the wall was demolished by the national teacher." Qiu Jing said seriously, "Actually, I know that the doctor will not interrogate the prisoner until the national teacher finds it. Therefore, it is not considered a violation." Promise, the origin of the doctor is mysterious, Fengxing Pavilion's long-standing habits are hard to change, and I want to inquire about it, this is indeed my fault."

She is so straightforward, Mo Li really has nothing to say.

Originally, he didn't really trust Fengxing Pavilion, and what he couldn't say was transmitted to the ink carp, and the remaining ones didn't care about being heard by the swordsman, so naturally they didn't care about being known by Fengxing Pavilion.Including his relationship with Meng Qi.

"It seems that the master of the pavilion is going to sell the news about me and the doctor?" Meng Qi glanced at the monk Yuan Zhi behind Qiu Jing, and said mockingly, "Monks don't lie, since Master Yuan Zhi is here, why don't you tell me what you heard? ?”

The old monk bowed his head in embarrassment and recited the Buddha's name, serving the pillow mat and so on, the monks couldn't say it!

"Feng Xingge sold the news of the national teacher in the past because he had no friendship with the national teacher. Now I owe you two favors. Even if I sell it in the future, I will only sell the news that everyone knows." Qiu Jing's expression was indescribable, almost Say it directly: Unless you pay public visits, no one will believe such things when Fengxing Pavilion is sold.

Seeing her like this, Mo Li belatedly realized that only Monk Yuan Zhi was embarrassed and didn't know where to look, and Qiu Jing and the people in Fengxing Pavilion were not at all abnormal.

Could it be that they had already guessed——

Mo Li recalled that he ate, lived and slept with Meng Qi all the way, and slept in the same bed.

...it's really obvious.

Mo Li was not at all embarrassed by being exposed, he squeezed the stone bottle in his hand, and asked directly: "Since I have heard so much, I must have missed the words about A Furong."

Qiu Jing took a deep look at him, nodded and said, "Yes, I don't know what Doctor Mo wants Fengxing Pavilion to do?"

Mo Li observed the words and expressions, and knew that they had never heard of the name of drug, let alone how terrible it was.

"This product is produced in southern Xinjiang..."

The ink carp starts from the rumored holy medicine of southern Xinjiang. The natives regard it as a gift from the gods. Its flowers are bright and grow in patches.

Qiu Jing and others soon realized that this was the root cause of the death or madness of the Piaopingge killer.

"Could it be that this is Gu?" Someone asked in surprise.

"No, it is a kind of medicine, a kind of medicine that must not be taken in excess."

The ink carp has a complex expression, and there is a deep secret hidden behind the drug. In the past, after Xue Ting discovered the evil of this thing, he sneaked into the southern border to look for the plant of the drug, but found nothing.Although some natives remembered this rumor, they all said that they were not the tribe that worshiped the holy medicine.

"There were records in ancient books and some ancient recipes, but 300 years ago, the drug suddenly disappeared."

"What is disappearance?" Qiu Jing asked sharply.

Mo Li replied in a deep voice: "There is no record, whether it is folklore, medical books, or secrets of the world. Even the tribe that worshiped the holy medicine has disappeared. Even if you go to the southern border to search, there is no trace."

"The doctor understands so well..."

"A senior acquaintance once checked this matter." Mo Li didn't hide anything, and said directly, "Afurong has miraculous pain-relieving effects. The famous doctor of the Chen Dynasty had also heard of it, and he wrote in the book that he had no chance to meet Nan Nan. The holy medicine of Xinjiang. The medicine is poisonous when used heavily, but it becomes a demon when used too much. At first, it is taken once every ten days, then five days, three days, and even every day. From the bone marrow of the internal organs, it is extremely painful."

Meng Qi's eyes fell on the swordsman, but the latter didn't say a word.

"Where did the medicine come from?" Meng Qi asked.

Everyone turned their eyes in unison, the swordsman was overwhelmed by the sight, and his face turned pale.

"Tell me! Drugs that have disappeared for 300 years, why do you use Piaoping Pavilion to control people?"

"I... I don't know, this is something given by the master."

The swordsman subconsciously licked his chapped lips, and said with difficulty, "There is no antidote for this thing, my subordinates... those killers have taken medicine before they were sent to me. If I didn’t take the medicine in time, I would roll over in pain, but the pills in my hands are limited, so I can only let them pretend to die by the method of tortoise’s breath.”

Meng Qi thought to himself, no wonder he didn't see any beds or bunks in the tomb, only open coffins.

"Your master, who is the person in charge of Piaoping Pavilion?"

The swordsman was silent.

Meng Qi laughed back angrily, pointed at the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand and said, "Why don't I stuff this thing into your mouth, so that I can see what the medicine that can be called a 'demon' in the doctor's mouth looks like?"

"If you do this, I will cut off my meridian." The swordsman said decisively.

He has seen too many killers whose life is worse than death, and knows that this thing is absolutely unacceptable.

"Oh, why didn't you run away?" Qiu Jing tapped his palm with a folding fan, and asked in surprise, "Your master doesn't have many masters who have practiced martial arts to such a level, and you are even the only one. If other killers die, they will kill you." Dead, you want this medicine, can your master be so stingy and not give it?"

The swordsman closed his eyes first, and then said coldly: "There is no need to provoke each other. Since some of you can recognize it, you still know it well. It doesn't matter if I hide these things. I'll tell you, even if there are endless Drugs are used for people to take, and the person will die in the end. The long period of seven or eight years, the short period of three to five years, depends on the condition of the person's body."

"Oh, the ants are still alive. Shouldn't the choice between dying immediately and living for three years be the latter?" Qiu Jing tried again.

Qiu Jing and Meng Qi didn't really want to force their swords to defeat the medicine, but they turned their ideas on the other two killers who were captured alive.

The swordsman is captured, how can the owner of Piaoping Pavilion not show up?These killers succumb to medicine and don't hate Piaoping Pavilion at all?If you have hatred, you can use it!

The swordsman saw through their tricks by accident, and sneered, "Don't think about it, they are already the slaves of the medicine, and they don't recognize anyone. What they hate the most is not the master at all, but me. Because I am in charge of the medicine on weekdays." , I don't allow them to take more, I don't need to take medicine...they look respectful on the surface, but they really want to eat my flesh and drink my blood."

Meng Qi looked at the ink carp.

Mo Li nodded slowly, he hadn't said anything about the real strangeness of A Furong.

When old Mr. Qin heard Xue Ting talk about the past, he broke off a small piece to examine it in shock. Xue Ting didn't understand medical skills, but the magic doctor Xuanhu was different.

Half a year later, Qin Lu slapped the mad pig to death in the pigsty, and took his apprentice to do a black job with Xue Zhixian in the dark.

The pig's heart and brain were deformed.

Some were blackened, some were riddled with holes... Even so, the pigs were still alive before they were killed.

Mo Li looked at the two struggling killers on the ground, and suddenly didn't know what a person would look like when his heart and brain were deformed.