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Layers of black clouds were pressing on the top of Huang Zhongcheng, as if a storm was brewing.

The big blue flag on the edge of the city tower fluttered in the wind, and everyone was submerged in the bloody smell and kept silent.

Qi Yuan was not in the city tower at this time, but in Xiao Xia's room. Xiao Xia's injuries were too serious, and he hanged himself for a few days. He suddenly opened his eyes half a quarter of an hour ago, probably because of a flashback, and he was going to die.

They didn't meet each other before, but this time they were together in Huangzhong for more than a month, and it was a fateful friendship, but Xiao Xia couldn't get over it, he forcibly took a thunder from the demon soldier, it was concentrated gunpowder , the arm was blown off on the spot, and the internal organs were all injured. It is already a miracle that they can last for so many days.

With his right arm still hanging, Qi Yuan sat by his bed and talked to him: "I know that most practitioners have nothing to take care of behind them, and I don't know if we can still stand here tomorrow. If we carry it over, I will definitely Take you back to Qilin, if you can't bear it, we will see you again soon, you have worked hard these days, don't worry about it, we will naturally try our best."

Xiao Xia's eyes were gloomy, and he only heard him say that he didn't have any signs to express, and he really didn't have anything to worry about. The brothers of Jianzong probably didn't know that there was such a taciturn fellow sect until his death, anyway. Even with a handful of soil, Xiao Xia doesn't care who remembers him and who doesn't, anyway, everyone will go to hell, sooner or later, there is nothing wrong with it.

Anyway, other issues are considered by living people.

Qi Yuan came out of his room with a gloomy expression. The wound on Shi Huan's shoulder seemed to have not healed and was still tightly wrapped. He went up to meet him and asked, "Senior Brother Xiao..."

Qi Yuan smiled: "Don't send it to that ruined temple, just let him stay here."

Shi Huan nodded and didn't say anything more. As for the rotting corpse, the question is whether they can survive until the corpse rots.

The moon was dim at night, the cold wind broke off the broken branches, the night owl hid in the darkness and made a hoarse cry, the demon soldiers suddenly began to hit the city gate, and suddenly the sky shook, and the disciples who were patrolling at night rang the bronze bell, and the bell The sound tore through the cold night, bursts of pressure.

Qi Yuan turned back to the tower, saw that Shi Huan stuffed something into the gunpowder tube, and talked to the disciple on duty, Qi Yuan stepped forward: "What did you put in?"

I don't know if it was because of the dim moonlight, but Shi Huan's face was particularly ugly. He said: "I found some herbs nearby, and went back to find the powder I brought. What you said is poisonous, you can try it, I don’t lack these things for the time being.”

Qi Yuan saw that his hands were also wrapped with gauze: "What's wrong with your hands?"

Shi Huan shrank back involuntarily, and said with a smile, "I accidentally bumped it, it's fine."

While they were talking, the disciple guarding the fort lit the gunpowder cartridge, and a huge roar made the ground under their feet tremble.

Qi Yuan looked over to the side, and saw a cloud of gray smoke rising from the bottom of the city tower, and he couldn't see clearly for a while, Qi Yuan said without turning his head, "Give me the little clairvoyant."

Someone next to him immediately handed over a clairvoyance the size of a palm. It was like a simplified version of the tower. Qi Yuan just felt that the bottom seemed to have subsided a lot. When the smoke slowly dissipated, he saw that there was a mess lying on the ground. , They don't have too much gunpowder remaining, so the range of one shot is not too large, and the scene in front of them is really unexpected.

Qi Yuan was afraid that he was wrong, so he stared at it for a while without moving, only to realize that it was the effect brought by the smoke, as long as a monster soldier inhaled the smoke, his whole body would convulse, his face would gradually turn purple and he would fall to the ground and die .

At this time, the north wind was blowing, and the smoke was flying away from the city tower, sweeping across the land in central Sichuan, Qi Yuan was overjoyed, and asked Shi Huan: "You can, this is really poisonous, how did you do it?"

Shi Huan laughed a little pale, and said: "It's just the north wind blowing today, you can try it, if the wind direction changes, don't dare to use it casually."

Qi Yuan glanced at him sideways: "What's wrong with you? The injury hasn't healed yet? Has the medicine been used?"

Shi Huan nodded: "Yes, it's fine."

Scared by this change, the demon soldier retreated several miles for a while, but was still chased by the remaining poison and choked for a long time. Huangzhong instantly calmed down, and he escaped by luck again.

Qi Yuan came down from the high platform, saw that Shi Huan's expression was really wrong, and said, "Have you asked the doctor to look at it? Why are you listless?"

Shi Huan said, "It's nothing, but the wound hurts. I guess my complexion is not good. I have used all the medicines."

Qi Yuan frowned and looked at him: "If you feel uncomfortable, go back and rest. I just saw that the thing you made is not finished, and it can last for two days. Don't worry."

Shi Huan nodded: "Senior Brother Qi, you must keep an eye on the direction of the wind, if it is not at all, we will be the one who accidentally dies."

Qi Yuan waved his hand: "I know it well, you can go back and rest."

Only then did Shi Huan go down the tower and go back to the house.

Lin Qinghe arrived at the border of southern Xinjiang at this time, and the place was shrouded in overwhelming poisonous miasma, if he entered rashly, he would be poisoned and crippled without dying.

He squeezed a cluster of white light with his fingertips, let go and burrowed into the center of the earth. After a while, a small mushroom came out from the bottom - looking carefully, it was a little monster with a headdress like a mushroom cap, waiting for him Standing up straight, no more than half a person tall, the little spirit made a bow to him: "Tiger, please follow me."

Lin Qinghe laughed: "Your master asked you to come?"

The little elf replied: "Yes, my master has received the invitation from the tiger, so he asked me to wait here so that I can lead the way for you."

It was also the first time for Lin Qinghe to come to Southern Border, and he didn't know anything about them before. Elder Yan Zhong wrote a greeting card for him. Nanjiang could deny the new owner of Linyun Mountain, but he had to give Luan Huiling face.

According to Lin Qinghe's understanding, Zuoqiu Qu is in charge of Nanjiang today. Nanjiang does not want to associate with outsiders, and there is no news about them outside. Anyway, Lin Qinghe didn't hear anything useful after inquiring for a long time. He came to southern Xinjiang with countless unknowns.

Lin Qinghe asked the little elf again: "How long ago did your master last see a visitor?"

The little elf replied: "Since the little demon has the knowledge of the sea, he has never seen any guests from outside, and the tiger is the first one."

Lin Qinghe asked casually: "I heard that Nanjiang never interacts with outsiders. Is it true that you have never been outside the border of Nanjiang?"

The little elf replied: "Of course we don't know about the matters of the masters, but the elves around the little demon have never been out of the southern border. It's strictly regulated."

Lin Qinghe nodded, thinking to himself, maybe it is not because of arrogance that Nanjiang does not interact with outsiders, but because he is different from ordinary people to avoid suspicion?

They walked all the way, almost shuttling in the thick mist, and the little spirit drove the miasma for him all the way, and finally arrived at the residence of the master in Nanjiang.

In a short while, the spirit led him to a manor located on an isolated island on the lake. From a distance, the manor was full of black tiles and white walls. Loaded with weeping willows, a shade of shade.It's just that I don't see any road that can lead to that isolated island.

Lin Qinghe looked very novel, but he was not in a hurry. The little monster took off the hat on his head, revealing the round top of his head. The hat twirled a few times in its hands, and suddenly there was a halo. The halo became brighter and brighter, and gradually cleared the clouds and mist to draw a clear golden line in the water vapor.

Lin Qinghe was a little surprised, and thought that it was really wonderful, Nanjiang didn't look like a Poison Sect, but a fairyland outside the world - if there was no poison in the water mist.

The little elf put on his hat again, and made a gesture of invitation to him: "My lord, please go this way."

Lin Qinghe walked over and found that the golden line just now turned into a long bridge from a different angle, leading directly to the manor.

This bridge seems to have no end, but it feels as if it can be completed in two steps when stepping on it.

It's so fantastic.

The little spirit led him into the master's hall and retreated by himself. The legendary master of the southern border was sitting on the throne waiting for the guests.

Only then did Lin Qinghe realize that the owner of Nanjiang was a little girl—at least it seemed so. She was no more than a hairpin, wearing a simple and elegant moon-white dress, with no extra accessories on her hair, just a little girl. The hairpin of the same color was covered with copper bells on her wrists. When she got up to greet her, Lin Qinghe discovered that the corners of her clothes were also covered with silver bells, but they were not clearly visible when they were blended into the dress.

The little girl walked with a dignified gait, which is probably what the ladies in Chang'an City look like. She saluted him slowly, her expression neither humble nor overbearing, and she was very peaceful: "I was very surprised when I received the greeting card from the lord earlier, and the lord Si Lin Yunshan has been in seclusion for thousands of years, but it is our honor to come to visit unexpectedly—I am Zuoqiu Qu, my lord should know."

The scenes were beautifully spoken, but the tone of the second half of the sentence suddenly tinged with arrogance.

Lin Qinghe also returned the gift: "Of course I know, I'm taking the liberty to disturb you this time. I know that Nanjiang has been hiding from the world for a long time, so I shouldn't have visited rashly. It's just that there have been turmoil in the pass recently, and some strange Gu secrets are extremely exquisite. It's really not like It is a thing in the pass, and we are still puzzled, so I came to ask for advice."

Zuoqiu Qu looked really nice, and after the two sat down, they said, "That's natural. Although the secret arts of the southern border are as vast as the stars, it's rare to learn them without careful study—I wonder what your lord wants to ask?"

Lin Qinghe said: "I heard that there are people in southern Xinjiang who use voodoo to goug the eyes of babies..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zuoqiu Qu interrupted his words with displeasure, "What do you mean, my lord? Although we in southern Xinjiang are famous for their poison, we don't do dirty things." The matter of poaching the baby's eyeballs cannot be slandered on us at will."

Lin Qinghe smiled: "Sect Master Zuoqiu, don't worry, I just heard it and can't make a statement. Please forgive me if I offend you."

Only then did Zuoqiu Qu ease his expression, and said, "My lord, continue."

Lin Qinghe continued: "When I traveled to the south of the Yangtze River, I happened to encounter such a human voodoo. I just heard that this type of voodoo is extremely low-level, so I couldn't find out the source, and I'm going to trouble Sect Master Zuoqiu to clarify."

Zuoqiu frowned and said: "This type is indeed low-level, but it is a forbidden technique in my sect, and it must not be used. It is a law that ignores human relations. How can I apply it widely? I am not afraid of people's resentment, but I am also afraid of the wrath of the sky. .”

Lin Qinghe pondered: "I don't know if anyone has been out of southern Xinjiang in recent years?"

Zuoqiu Qu was about to veto it, but paused when he thought of something, and then said: "I don't remember clearly, probably there is none."

Lin Qinghe had a panoramic view of her reaction, and said, "Oh? I heard that there should be a lost blood relationship in Nanjiang, but I don't know the reason. Please forgive me if you speak nonsense."

Zuoqiu Qu's face changed a few times, and he sneered again: "If it's not about blood, it should be."

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