Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

Not long after, Kong Yan came back with clear water and clean clothes, and put them in front of the Taoist temple at Su Mo's request, then left to find someone to deal with the body of the guardian in red.

The dilapidated Taoist temple was covered with dust and cobwebs. After Mu Bai put on clean clothes, he sat cross-legged on a futon that Su Mo had cleared out, and used Qingliangu's luck formula to dispel the poison that had infiltrated the meridians.

Su Mo stared at him, and said slowly: "The evil kung fu practiced by this red-clothed dharma protector refines one's own blood into poison. The poison first causes numbness, tingling pain, trance, body chills and fever... and finally acacia."

Mu Bai opened his eyes: "Acacia?"

"Yes, the limbs of the person who was stained with her poisonous blood became stiff and numb, and the whole body was tingling and could not be scratched. It was like falling into an ice cellar, like being roasted by a raging fire, and finally burned to death. It can be said to be extremely cruel." Su Mo counted. "Speaking of which, you have been poisoned for a quarter of an hour."

Mubai felt the changes in his body. The previous symptoms were there, but they were gradually reducing. As for the last one, there was no sign.

"Xiaobai, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, don't hold back."

Mu Bai shook his head, closed his eyes, concentrated on his luck, and stopped thinking about other things.

After about half an hour, people came in one after another from outside, presumably the disciples of Pian Yu Guan came to collect the corpse.

Su Mo opened the door and went out, reminding them not to touch the blood of the woman in red.

The Taoist nuns covered five or six floors with linen before carrying her away.

After a while, Sora Yan brought his two juniors to thank him.

Seeing that Mubai's face turned blue, they were all very worried, they gathered around Su Mo and asked, "How is the young man?"

The little monk said: "Let's go to the foot of the mountain and find the doctor to come and have a look."

Kong Yan said: "It's useless, this son said, that woman is the protector of the Red Lotus Sect, ordinary doctors can't cure this kind of poison. The only one who can be cured in the Jianghu... I'm afraid only Qingliangu."

Kong Yuan patted his bald head: "Qinglian Valley is far away in Jialan, when I invite people over, I'm afraid the young hero will be turned into ashes."

Su Mo said softly, "It's okay, he can cure the poison himself."

After a pause, he said, "I'll just stay here and guard, you guys go back first."

The three monks looked at each other, knowing that their chirping here would disturb Mubai, so they looked at him again worriedly, and then left.

It wasn't until dark that Mu Bai opened his eyes.His complexion is still pale, but the symptoms of poisoning in his body have been relieved a lot, double images no longer appear in front of his eyes, and he can move freely.

Mu Bai regained consciousness at this moment, and suddenly slapped his head, remembering an important thing: "I forgot to bring them food."

Seeing that he had just finished meditating, Su Mo jumped up and muttered "It's broken, it's broken", and ran out of the Taoist temple.

He didn't know where he was, so he had to chase after him.

The mountain road was pitch black, but fortunately, a disciple of Kataba Temple who was patrolling the mountain lent them a lantern so that they would not go down the mountain blindly.

The poison in Mubai's body was not cleared, so he ran all the way with light work and sprinting, and when he arrived at the entrance of the village, his clothes were soaked in sweat and stuck to his body wetly.

He glanced around, and there was light in the low room, and the door was open.

The old man is back?

Mu Bai was at a loss for a moment, then he went in bravely, and sure enough, he saw the white-haired old man cooking porridge in front of the stove with his hands behind his back.

A big pot, presumably cooked for the people in the cave.

The old man didn't turn his head, and said, "Come in, what are you doing at the door?"

"Old man, let's cook." Mubai smiled awkwardly but politely, and moved to the stove, "Can I help you?"

Su Mo came in after him, pulled out a bench quietly and sat down at the table.

"Cut some slices of ginger for me."

As soon as Mu Bai heard it, he immediately responded very politely: "Okay brother... no, sir."

The old man put on a fake smile: "Yesterday, when you slashed at me with your sword, you didn't speak like this."

Mu Bai blinked, and said softly: "It's all a misunderstanding, I was wrong, sir."

"Huh." The old man stirred the big spoon, looked up and saw Su Mo sitting there leisurely, and shouted, "Where are you watching the show? Come and help."

Mu Bai was taken aback, and looked at Su Mo.

Su Mo was also stunned, but he still stood up and walked to the stove, asking, "What are you going to do?"

"Crack two eggs."

"it is good."

Mu Bai stood aside, watching His Royal Highness, whose fingers did not touch Yang Chunshui, beating eggs.Beat one, drop half, and get your hands covered with egg whites.

Looking at the old man again, he let the two of them fight with peace of mind, with a calm expression on his face.

Your uncle is still your uncle.

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Bai went down to the cave, fed porridge and water to the people inside, and then climbed up the rope ladder.

Halfway through the climb, I heard two people talking outside.

"The little girl named Tinglan in Pianyu Temple used to come here to see me every time I went down the mountain. I haven't seen her for a while. I thought about going up the mountain to have a look..." The old man said, "Who knows that two red-haired parrots were brought in and stopped at I yelled over my shoulder for help."

According to Mubai's observation, all the people locked in the Taoist temple should have kept their mouths shut. Moreover, even a parrot cannot learn to call "help" in such a short period of time. I am afraid that it has been with the woman in red for some time, and has never heard of it. Learned it from someone who was killed earlier.

Having said that, this old man can also recruit birds. Could it be that he belongs to the Xuanhe Sect like Su Mo?

There is only one person Mubai can think of for the Xuanhemen at this age.

No way?

He climbed the rope ladder, peeped out his eyes from the hole in the ground, and saw the two talking sitting on the bench in the house.

The space in the burrow was narrow and filled with the sound of breathing. The outside world could not detect Mu Bai's movement, but he could hear Su Mo and the old man talking.

"I followed them to the Taoist temple. When I saw these people, I rescued them. Afterwards, I saw that everyone was poisoned. It was difficult for me to dig a hole for the wine, and they were full of blood."

Su Mo said: "The young man in white just now..."

"Oh, that kid, he was with three monks the day before yesterday, and said he was going up the mountain to Pianyuguan, and rested here with me."

The old man said that among the people he rescued, most of them were men who stayed overnight at Pianyu Temple, and all of them had been in acacia.So he put a few medicinal herbs in the chicken soup, which have the effect of restraining and neutralizing the poison of acacia, which ordinary people can't see.

Mu Bai suddenly realized, no wonder Su Mo said that the blood of the woman in red had acacia poison, but he did not have the corresponding symptoms.

This old man is also really powerful, the medicine to restrain the poison of acacia is not even recorded in Qinglian Valley's classics, yet he knows it.

The old man went on to say: "The boy took his revenge and pointed his sword at me. The old man didn't care about him, and chased him two miles away..."

Mubai: "..."

"Speaking of which, when he uses a sword, why does his lightness kung fu and agility have the shadow of Xuanhemen?"

Su Mo said: "I taught."

The old man stared at him: "Who allowed you to pass on the master's martial arts to outsiders?"

Su Mo said softly, "It's not an outsider, but someone I like."

The old man stared at him and was silent for a while before asking: "Apprentice daughter-in-law?"

Su Mo laughed: "Well, I wanted to pick a day to bring him to see you, but I didn't expect to see him already."

"Oh..." The old man stroked two handfuls of his gray beard, "Although he's a bit reckless, he's a pretty good person, and he looks pretty."

"Yes, I am very satisfied as a teacher."

Mubai: "..."

outrageous.

On the second day, the disciples of Pianyu Temple found the real Master Tingyu in the dry well of the abandoned Taoist temple.

Although it was hard to hide his sadness, Tingyue still sent Mu Bai and the others to the foot of the mountain.

The three monks of Konggu Temple were afraid that Mubai would be too weak from the poison and would not be able to bear the one-day and one-night journey to Baihe Station, so they chipped in to hire a carriage and stopped at the entrance of the village.

Mubai got into the car, opened the curtain, and saw the old man Baihe standing by the road with his hands behind his back, smiling very kindly, like a mother-in-law seeing a son-in-law.

Su Mo sat down beside him, and said softly, "Don't worry, my master will take good care of them, and the residual poison of those people will be cleared up in two days."

Mu Bai said, "I'm not worried about that."

"Then what are you worried about?"

Mu Bai shook his head, and only waved to the old man through the window when the carriage started to move forward.

The gray figure kept watching them at the entrance of the village until they were out of sight.

The carriage moved forward slowly, Mu Bai sat next to Su Mo, and three monks sat on the other side chatting.

Suddenly, Kong Yan turned his head and asked Su Mo: "My lord, I saw you were using a fan yesterday. Could it be that you are a student of Xuanhemen?"

Su Mo looked up at him and nodded lightly.

The Xuanhe Gate is well-known, but it is located in the deep mountains, and it behaves in a low-key manner like Qinglian Valley.Except for important gatherings such as the martial arts conference, they generally do not show their faces on weekdays.Even in the eyes of the other two sects of Wuti Kingdom, they can be regarded as mysterious.

There are many legends about Xuanhemen circulating in the Jianghu, but the truth of the rumors can only be understood by meeting the real disciples of Xuanhemen.

Su Mo suddenly became like a Chinese treasure in the eyes of the three monks.

The little monk's eyes lit up, he leaned over and grabbed his sleeve and asked, "Brother, brother, I heard that people in Xuanhemen can speak birds, is it true?"

Su Mo: "..."