Magic Stick Survival Rules[Comprehensive]

"Is it the news from Huamanlou?"

After dinner, as soon as Ling Qi put down his chopsticks, he saw Butler Mei walking in with a letter in his hand. His eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and asked.

"No, it's a letter from Shanxi." Steward Mei handed the letter directly to Ling Qi, and comforted Ling Qi, who was a bit disappointed: "The second villa owner doesn't have to worry, the villa owner has ordered all the strongholds in Wanmei Villa to strictly control the situation." Check, you will be able to find out about Playboy soon."

"I hope so." With a sigh, Ling Qi opened the envelope, and after reading the contents of the letter, he looked helplessly at Ximen Chuuxue, "I can't wait any longer, that group of people has already started jumping over the wall and biting everywhere. "

The letter was sent by Wanmei Shanzhuang's stronghold in Shanxi. The letter said that in the early morning of this morning, Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion was "robbed", Yan Tieshan's treasury was swept away, and none of the guards guarding the treasury survived. The same beggar gang disciples who were attacked nearby.

Except for the time when Shangguan Feiyan was rescued, this was the first time that force took action against disciples from non-major sects.

"What do you want." Ximen Chuuxue didn't ask what was written in the letter, he just looked at Ling Qi calmly.

"I have a way to find Huamanlou." Putting down the letter, Ling Qi walked up to Ximen Chuuxue and extended his hand to him, "Let's save Huamanlou and Shangguan Xue'er, let Lu Xiaofeng and the others have a headache .”

This sentence is equivalent to a promise, after promising to rescue Huamanlou and Shangguan Xueer, Ling Qi will not interfere in this matter again, even if Lu Xiaofeng begs to come to the door again, he will not respond.

Friends and lovers, after all, lovers are more important. Ling Qi doesn't want to stand by when his friends are in trouble, but he doesn't want Ximen Chuuxue to be angry because of it.

"It doesn't have to be like this," holding Ling Qi's hand, Ximen Chuuxue's expression softened a little, he exerted a slight force, and brought Ling Qi into his arms, then lowered his head and said to Ling Qi, "You can do whatever you want, you don't have to worry about it."

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Steward Mei's figure quietly retreating, Ling Qi relaxed, raised his head and rubbed Ximen Chuuxue's chin, and said with a smile: "I'm afraid that someone will be unhappy again at that time."

"I'm also afraid that you will be unhappy." Ximen Chuuxue raised his brows lightly, and said, "If I am unhappy, you can always find a way to cheer me up, but if you are unhappy, I don't know what method to use to cheer me up." You cheer up."

As long as Ling Qi smiles at him, no matter how much unhappiness he has, he will immediately dispel it.

"How do I know that there is any way to make you happy?" Ling Qi asked with a smile, pretending to be blank.

Seeing someone knowingly asking, Ximen Chuuxue had a helpless and gentle look on his face, he lowered his head slightly punitively and bit Ling Qi's lips, and said softly: "You are dishonest."

He clearly knew how to deal with his weakness, but he insisted on acting stupid... Ximen Chuuxue thought helplessly, maybe he was going to be eaten to death by this person.

But he was still addicted to it, and he couldn't think of escaping.

Guizhou.

Just before nightfall, a short, stooped old lady came to the back door of Nanwang Mansion, with a heavy basket in her arm, she raised her hand tremblingly and knocked on the door, "Sell chestnuts, they are fragrant and sweet." Stir-fried chestnuts in sugar, does anyone want to buy it?"

The two heavy doors were pulled open, and a middle-aged man with an ordinary face and a strong figure walked out. He sized up the old lady selling sugar-fried chestnuts sharply, then stretched out three fingers, and said in a deep voice. Said: "Give me three catties and three liang."

"Exactly, old woman, the chestnuts I have left here are exactly three catties and three taels."

Handed the entire basket to the man, and after the man took it, the old lady who was hunched over just a second ago straightened up instantly, and her cloudy eyes became clear and clear.

"Tell the lord, we have found some clues about that, but Lu Xiaofeng and others may soon find out our real purpose, as well as Ximen Chuuxue and Shen Suanzi from Wanmei Villa. Once they intervene, the situation may be disrupted." Completely messed up..."

His lips moved slightly, and a soft and moving voice sounded in the man's ears.

"In the basket is a list of hidden stakes that we have planted in Saibei. You'd better find a way to drag Ximen Chuuxue and the others, otherwise it will be of no benefit to anyone if things come to light."

"I see." Nodding slightly, the man took out a few pieces of silver from his bosom and put them in the hands of the other party, "This is a medicine for two months. After it's done, the prince will give you the real antidote."

Holding the broken silver tightly in her hand, the old lady turned and left without saying a word. When she walked out of the man's field of vision, her figure had returned to the previous hunched posture.

Seeing that the person had gone far away, the man lowered his head and opened the basket in his hand. After finding a note among a pile of steaming candied chestnuts, he threw the basket in his hand to a corner at the end of the alley with disgust on his face. In the broken basket, he turned and entered the palace.

"It's a pity to throw away such good chestnuts..."

At some point, the old lady went back to the back alley and took out the basket again, before disappearing into the night.

In the early morning of the next day, a carriage slowly drove out of Wanmei Villa, as before, Qu Wurong sat outside with the driver, and there were only Ling Qi and Ximen Chuuxue in the carriage.

During this period of time, he was used to being lazy, and Ling Qi was not used to getting up so early suddenly. He lay on his side in a casual posture, staring sleepily at the morning light coming in through the car window, feeling dizzy sleepy.

"Go to sleep when you're tired."

Ximen Chuuxue raised his hand and covered Ling Qi with a thin blanket, then took out a book of medical skills, and looked through it intently.

"What are you looking at?" Turning over with his arms around the blanket, Ling Qi cheered up and asked Ximen Chuuxue curiously.

He knows that Ximen's medical skills are very good, but Ximen seems to study medicine only to practice sword better, so he doesn't often read medical books. Ling Qi thought that Ximen Chuuxue would prefer to sit with his sword in his arms rather than read books. settled down.

"Pharmacopia," Ximen Chuuxue explained to Ling Qi indifferently, withdrawing his gaze from the book, "I need to make some ointments myself, as the ointments sold outside are mostly mixed with other ingredients, and using too much is not good for your body. "

Ling Qi immediately thought of what Ximen Chuuxue said before... the medicine that men need to use when they are in love.

With a twitch of his eyelids, he decisively turned over again, deciding not to talk too much before asking other questions.

Seeing Ling Qi's movements, a smile flashed across Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, and he withdrew his eyes and continued to concentrate on studying medical books.

Before he knew it, Ling Qi gradually fell into sleep. Before he completely let go of his consciousness, he thought that his tongue seemed to be made more and more tricky by the food at Wanmei Villa. When eating at the inn at noon, he wondered if he would I will lose my appetite.

It wasn't until lunch time that Ling Qi realized that there were some things that he really couldn't think about.

Looking at the blood splashed on the table, he silently put down his chopsticks, looked at Ximen Chuuxue who was sitting beside him, "Let's eat at another inn."

These people are too careless, how can they choose places to eat and engage in vendettas with other people's places to eat, kill them as soon as they want, and be more stupid and neat, they have to hack and splatter blood, it's really disgusting.

"Okay." Ximen Fuxue, who basically only eats boiled eggs, has no problem with where to eat. Anyway, no matter where you go, boiled eggs are still boiled eggs.

A group of people stood up and were about to leave, but saw a hideous head rolling over.

Quickly pulling Ximen Chuuxue to the side, Ling Qi raised his head speechlessly, only to see that murderer was throwing other parts of the corpse everywhere with a frenzied expression, and other people in the hall fled out the door in panic.

Seeing the doorway that was so crowded that there were almost no gaps, Ling Qi rubbed his forehead, thinking that it might not be easy to leave now, but staying here is really disgusting.

"Go upstairs."

Ximen Chuuxue glanced indifferently at the situation in the inn, pulled Ling Qi up and walked towards the second floor of the inn, Qu Wurong held the sword, looked warily at the crazy murderer, and then raised his heels go up.

Leaving from the window on the second floor of the inn with light work, the three of Ling Qi were about to go to the door to take a carriage, when a bloody severed arm flew out of the inn with precision and hit the carriage.

The driver who was raising his foot to drive: "..."

With a cold expression on his face, Ximen Chuuxue had already grasped the hilt of the sword, and looked coldly at the man in black who rushed out of the inn with the knife, as if sensing his gaze, the man turned his head and rushed towards Ximen Chuuxue past.

Ling Qi only felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, Ximen Chuuxue had already withdrawn his sword, and told the coachman: "Go and prepare a carriage."

After the words fell, the man in black who was killed by a sword fell to the ground.

"What a fast sword," across the road, a young chivalrous man whispered to his companion beside him, "White clothes and black scabbard, he must be Ximen Chuuxue, right?"

"It's not far from Wanmei Villa, it's really possible that it's Ximen Chuuxue..."

"But didn't the rumors say that Ximen Chuuxue only goes out four times a year?"

Back to Ling Qi, Ximen Chuuxue was still expressionless and did not respond to the discussions around him, because he had just killed someone, and he still had a sharp sword intent on his body, which subconsciously made the onlookers restrain themselves There was discussion.

Ling Qi looked down at the black-clothed man who was dying with regret, his eyes moved slightly, "This man seems to be rushing towards you on purpose." He recalled the expression on the other side's face before he died, it was an expression of resignation to death, as if The opponent knows what will happen after rushing over.

But why would he do this?

"Since he wants to die, I will fulfill him."

Ximen Chuuxue didn't care about that, he didn't even look at the man's body again, "Let's go."