take my life

In the depths of the bamboo forest outside the villa, there is a gurgling stream. There is a huge boulder half buried in the ground beside the stream, and the exposed part on the ground has long been smoothed by wind and frost.

Tang Zhenyu took off his armor, and his back shoulder was dripping with blood. Although he could resist the severe poison, the physical pain was real.

"Hiss—" He touched his back shoulder with his hand, and by the moonlight above his head, he found signs of decay in the wound of the dart.No wonder it hurts so much, the poison is really strong.I simply rinsed the area around the wound with water, touched my waist, and found that Bodhisan, which can detoxify all kinds of poisons, disappeared, perhaps when I ran away just now.

He gritted his teeth and put on his clothes again. Just as he was about to leave, there was the sound of grass stirring in the bamboo forest.He immediately became vigilant, took off the Thousand Machine Crossbow from his waist and held it in his hands, and leaned behind the boulder to carefully identify the rustling grass in the depths of the bamboo forest.There is no wind tonight, and the bamboo leaves are motionless. It cannot be the sound of the wind blowing the bamboo forest.The voice quickly came to the front, but no one could be seen, but the feeling of being peeped became more and more intense, as if a pair of eyes were staring at him from behind, Tang Zhenyu raised his head suddenly, and a white cat was stepping on it. Looking at him with his head tilted on the boulder, he let out a wry smile and relaxed his vigilance. It turned out to be a cat.

"Little thing, why are you still following me? Aren't you afraid of death?" Tang Zhenyu touched its head, leaned against the boulder to pant, and the white cat jumped onto his belly again, looking up at his tired face.

This cat is quite human, but he can't take him with him. He saved the cat's life tonight, and if he let it haunt him, he might mess up his plan.The white cat seemed to see what was going on in his mind, and cupped his head against his palm, and he felt a heat in his palm, and a bead fell on his palm.

"What is this?" Tang Zhenyu took it up to the tip of his nose and sniffed it. Is it a pill?The white cat looked at him and meowed.I saved the white cat. Is this a favor?He didn't smell the ingredients of the medicine, so he wanted to throw it away, but the white cat kept meowing, as if telling him to eat it quickly.He hesitated for a while, but still put it in his mouth. As soon as he took the medicine, the tip of his tongue was wrapped in a warm feeling. The medicine was so effective that his limbs and bones felt refreshed after a while, which was a hundred times better than his Bodhisan.

After resting for a while, his strength recovered a bit, and he was about to stand up and go back, but the white cat jumped off his stomach, showed no intention of following him, and walked away slowly, flicking its tail.He looked at the gradually shrinking figure of the white cat, but hesitated in holding the dart until the white cat disappeared.

The moonlight above the head became brighter and brighter, and the brook reflected was like a river of stars in the sky, shimmering, waves of warmth flooded the whole body, but the cold iron mask on the face was always bitingly cold.Just like the raging fire that winter, the red light from all over the sky scorched into his young and clear eyes, piercing the pain, and the surrounding wailing sounds were endless.I don't know when it fell in the sky like a goose feather, and the snowflakes melted into the tears rolling in the eyes. It was cold, but it couldn't offset the sting of being burned.Negative emotions of fear, helplessness, and despair constantly pounded his young body, but he didn't dare to cry out.

The fire burned all night and day, and the goose feather snow fell all night. The small body covered with snow seemed to be frozen and huddled in the snow.The fire was still raging, and the Zhongding House, which used to be glazed tiles, pavilions, willows, and rockery, was all ashes overnight. Together with all the living things here, no one survived except him.

He didn't know what he was doing alive, until that big warm hand stroked the snow off his head, and wrapped him in his fox fur, which was frozen.He raised his head with difficulty, a strand of white hair fluttered on his face, and his own eyes were reflected in the gray pupils. "Since God let you live, you shouldn't fall." This was the last and only sentence the man said to him.After that, he was sent to Chunyang Palace and worshiped an old Taoist as his teacher, but the person who rescued him never appeared again.

Maybe he is lucky, his master, an old Taoist priest who is still a fairy at an octogenarian age, no one knows his origin.It was only later that he found out that his master is the only person in the world who can bring out the two mental methods to the fullest. Of course, he should be the only one who knows this secret, because the master's other mental method is the Tang Men's Shocking Feather Jue , that is the most vicious method of killing, which is contrary to Chunyang's morality and is despised by the world.And his special physique also determines that he can't master swordsmanship, and can only practice some heresy, and those killing methods that people can't avoid have become his most handy weapons.

Thinking of this, a soreness welled up in his numb eyes for some reason, and his vision became blurred.Tang Zhenyu took off his mask, a pair of still clean and clear eyes flickered and danced in the moonlight, he bit his lip, and forcefully held back his tears.

When Ye Mingyou woke up again, he was already lying in his room, and Xiaoyun, who took care of him, was lying on the edge of the bed and was asleep.It was just getting bright outside and the cold air was heavy in the morning. Ye Mingyou recalled what happened last night when he fainted. Before he fainted, he had no warning, and now he doesn't feel any discomfort, probably because he was tired.

He picked up his coat and covered Xiaoyun, ready to go out to exercise.As soon as I opened the door, something fell on my feet with a "boom", and I took a closer look, and it turned out to be Xiaoxia.Yun Xiayue was the three servant girls by his side, who had stayed by his side since childhood, and his fainting made them very busy.

Xiaoxia woke up from the fall and slowly got up and rubbed her eyes. When she saw Ye Mingyou, she shouted in surprise: "Master! Master is awake! Master is awake..."

Ye Mingyou hurriedly covered her mouth, "Don't shout, they are all asleep."

Xiaoxia grabbed his hand and suddenly burst into tears of grievance, sobbing and saying: "Master, you don't know that you last night... you last night... seemed to have lost your soul, but it scared the master and us gone."

Only then did Ye Mingyou realize that her eyes were red from crying, swollen like peaches. "I'm not dead, why are you crying?"

Xiaoxia wiped her tears and said angrily: "You also hurt the young master!"

"What did you say?" Ye Mingyou's eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked up at the opposite bedroom. The door to the opposite room was closed, and there was no light at all.

"What's going on? What's wrong with brother?" He asked anxiously.

Xiaoxia shook her head and said, "I don't know, the eldest young master vomited blood when he slapped you in order to stop you."

When he heard this, he hugged his head and knocked on the door in frustration, not knowing why he suddenly went crazy, why couldn't he remember anything?

Xiaoxia on the side held him distressedly, and said with tears in her eyes: "Young master, don't blame yourself, butler Wu said that you were poisoned and the wound on your neck hasn't healed yet."

Poisoned?Ye Mingyou stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and there were several layers of cloth wrapped around it. After all, he always felt that something was wrong. "What's wrong with my neck?" He said as he tore off the cloth, walked to the mirror and looked by the candlelight, and there were six blood holes on his neck!It was dark, as if there was something inside.Beside the bloody hole, there were three small bloody holes. He remembered that they were left by the Tang Sect killer last night when he strangled his neck. But if these three were removed, what happened to the other six?

At the door, Xiaoxia yelled in a low voice, master, but the anxious voice of Ye Laozhuang's master arrived first. "The young master is awake? You'er! Why did you untie the cloth? Let Uncle Wu see how it is." Seeing his appearance, the old master Ye held his hand reproachfully.

Ye Ming slowly moved to the table, slumped on the stool, supported his head and asked, "Father, what happened last night? Brother, he..."

The old master Ye asked Xiaoyun Xiaoxia to re-wrap his horrible wound, frowned and sighed: "Your elder brother is not in the way, but you, I blamed my father last night."

"Master, the young master is fine from the pulse condition, and there should be no recurrence these days." Butler Wu said, stroking his beard.He used to be a student of Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and his medical skills are much better than those of quack doctors outside. The old master Ye firmly believed in this.

"Uncle Wu, what kind of poison do I have?" Ye Mingyou asked.

"Master, what you have hit is Tang Sect's unique hidden weapon, soul-breaking sand. Although this poison is slow but strong, it will attack every fifteenth day. When it occurs, people will lose their minds and become violent and restless. Fortunately, the young master has deep internal power. Suppress the three-point toxicity, otherwise the young master will..."

"Okay, stop talking!" The old farm owner Ye interrupted them, "You'er, you can stay in the village and recuperate with peace of mind. I will let Xi'er and Uncle Wu go to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley to look for famous doctors, and I will definitely find the antidote for you. .”

Ye Mingyou nodded listlessly, and suddenly felt unnecessary, and said, "Wouldn't it be good for me to go by myself, why bother big brother."

"It's absolutely impossible. This poison is the most forbidden to be tired by boats and cars. Once the young master is weak, it will be out of control. The young master should stay in the manor to take care of his health." Wu Guanjia said.

"But the eldest brother is also injured." Ye Mingyou came to him and said stubbornly.

"Second young master, don't worry. This time, the master has invited more than a dozen masters of the rivers and lakes to accompany us. There will be no danger. When we arrive at Wanhua Valley, let the young master rest there for two days, and he will definitely get better sooner than at home." Butler Wu discussed with him again.In fact, he understands Ye Mingyou's concerns best. He grew up watching him, so he naturally knows what he cares about. One is afraid of the old owner, and the other is the eldest son.This mischievous and seemingly good-tempered young master on weekdays treats everyone indifferently, but these two are the only ones that no one else can touch.This time the Eldest Young Master was injured on the road, he should have wished to tie himself to the Eldest Young Master's waistband and take him along with him.

Ye Mingyou couldn't listen at all, and became stubborn. He took his Longevity Sword and slapped it on the table, causing the teacup to crack.He shouted: "Then call them all! I want to see how powerful your so-called masters are!"

The face of the old master Ye's anger changed, and he reprimanded: "Nonsense! As the young master of the Ye family, why don't you understand anything? If something happens to you, the family will bear it!"

Steward Wu hurriedly gave Ye Mingyou a wink when he saw that the situation was not good, "Young master, you have to take care of the overall situation." He usually dare not contradict the old owner with a word, and he is most afraid that the master will be angry. A sunken blue brick was ground by him kneeling since he was a child.

"I'm not the only son in the Ye family. Anyway, I'm going in person this time. Otherwise, you'll lock me up!" Ye Mingyou turned around and left after saying a word. But there is nothing to do.

Before Ye Mingyou reached the door, he stopped suddenly.He saw a man staggering towards the door, dressed in yellow and fully dressed, but his face was as white as paper, lifeless at all.

"Brother!" Ye Mingyou hurried up to help him.

Ye Mingxi pushed him away, walked up to Master Ye, and said in a very weak voice: "Father, let me go, everything will be fine."

"You can't go!" Ye Mingyou turned back again, grabbed his sleeve and pulled him behind her.

Ye Mingxi glanced at him, lowered his head and said: "You have been different from others since you were a child. The Ye family cannot live without you, so they just listen to my father and my elder brother."

"I...then you take me with you too, we can walk slowly along the way, and we will always arrive." Ye Mingyou begged.

The old master Ye kept sighing in his heart, thinking that he should not have told him if he knew it earlier, and he could do nothing about sneaking away in the dark, but after thinking about it, it was a good idea, he couldn't sleep and stare at him. They just have a good opportunity right now. "Since you insist on going, then follow along. If you make a mistake, it will be my Ye family's strength. Let's all go to rest and leave tomorrow morning."

Ye Mingyou hugged Ye Mingxi happily when she heard this, and pushed him to rest quickly, but Ye Mingxi's face was ashen, and he let him push and push back to the room.After Ye Mingyou left, he struggled to get up from the bed and started to pack his luggage.