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Jiang Shenglin drove the carriage and sent the frightened Second Young Master Zhu back to the mansion.

Li Sui went to the Sky Spider Hall alone.

Pan Shihou was rolling up his sleeves, concentrating on trimming a pot of pagoda pine in the yard, looking very relaxed and leisurely.A bunch of twigs grew vigorously and straightly, but half of them protruded obliquely. He held his breath, and just aimed the scissors to stretch out, but a person suddenly appeared behind him, so his hands were startled, and there was a "click", and the whole The roots are all broken.

"..."

Pan Shihou turned his head angrily, seeing that his posture was about to reprimand his subordinates, but he didn't expect that the person who came was Li Sui, his face suddenly turned from cloudy to sunny, and he said with a smile: "Why is my nephew here now, why didn't you go to the Hydrangea Valley to enjoy the scenery?" relax?"

"There are forty killers ambushing in Hydrangea Valley." Li Sui said, "They are all dead now."

Pan Shihou was taken aback when he heard the words: "How could there be a killer hidden there? Could it be the same group of people as in Huxiao Gorge that day? Behind them is Shangru Villa or Burning Fire Palace. Have you ever left alive?"

There was a chill in Li Sui's voice: "You don't need to stay."

Pan Shihou asked confusedly: "Why don't you stay? Could it be that the other party has figured out the way, or have you already found out something?"

Li Sui looked at him: "There are no more than five people who know that I am going to Hydrangea Valley today."

Pan Shihou frowned at first, but when he realized it, he was stunned and hurriedly said: "Nephew, don't you doubt me? My Tianzhutang has always been upright, and I take every step cautiously, for fear of making mistakes. It's not that I don't know my nephew's martial arts skills, how could I send just forty people to carry out the assassination?"

Li Sui cut off his words: "Where's your son?"

"This..." Pan Shihou's face turned pale: "Jinhua went out early in the morning... no, I taught him to follow the example of his nephew since he was a child, how could he do such a foolish thing? Impossible."

After a cup of tea, Pan Jinhua was called back from the teahouse by his servants.When he entered the front hall, seeing Li Sui was also there, he dodged his eyes unconsciously.

Pan Shihou hurriedly asked, "Where did you go?"

Pan Jinhua replied: "Eight Immortals Teahouse, I met some friends today, and watched a play and listened to books there. The new troupe can sing pretty well. Next time, if grandma thinks the house is boring, I can—"

Before he could "get" out of the second half, a cold long sword was already on his shoulder.

"Nephew!" Pan Shihou was so startled that his voice changed, he quickly grabbed Li Sui's arm, "Nephew, don't get angry, Jinhua may really be listening to the show, let me ask the matter clearly."

Pan Jinhua also froze his neck and dared not move, he just gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to do?"

Li Sui said coldly: "Colleging with the Devil's Cult will only lead to death."

Hearing the word "Devil's Cult", Pan Jinhua's eyes became even more flustered, but his attitude was still firm: "Don't you want to rant, how could I have anything to do with the Demon's Cult?"

Pan Shihou hugged Li Sui's arm, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, although Jinhua is incompetent, he is not indistinguishable from black and white. My nephew, please don't act impulsively!"

"Yes or no, you know in your heart." Li Sui's tone was as cold as Jian Feng, "I don't listen to nonsense, so you either admit it or die."

"Nephew!" Pan Shihou couldn't stand still, his whole body was shaking so much that he was about to sift out the chaff.

Pan Jinhua said harshly, "I didn't!"

Li Sui made a slight mistake with the sword's edge, and a bloodstain immediately printed on the opponent's neck. Before the blood flowed, it was frozen to solidification by the cold air of Xiangjun's sword.Pan Jinhua's teeth chattered, his neck was as stiff as ice, and half of his brain was paralyzed.

Pan Shihou sat on the ground trembling and slipping, looking at his posture, he probably thought his son was dead.

Pan Jinhua's Adam's apple rolled, and he wanted to swallow dryly, but he found that the base of his tongue was out of his control. It was as if tens of thousands of ice needles were swimming in his blood, with heart-piercing pain and fear.He looked at Li Sui in panic, without any doubt that if he refused to admit it, his trachea would be cut off alive by the other party.

"Yes..." He tried his best to squeeze out an indistinct word, "It's me."

Li Sui closed his sword back to its sheath, and Pan Jinhua fell back on the chair, holding his cold neck with both hands, breathing in embarrassment.

And Pan Shihou's complexion at this time was no better than his son's.Although his son had been lifted up by his attendant Li and his son was not dead, his lips were still trembling, and he asked in disbelief, "What do you mean, what do you mean, are you really related to the Devil's Cult?"

"Yes... no, no, I don't have one." Pan Jinhua spoke in a hoarse and cracked voice, "They asked me many times, but I didn't agree, but this time, this time—"

Li Sui finished for him: "This time you hate me to the bone, so you colluded with the Burning Fire Palace and wanted to put me to death?"

Pan Jinhua's eyes were bloodshot, and his face was as white as a ghost, showing ferocious resentment.His chest heaved violently, and he seemed to hold back a lot of words to shout, but was enveloped by the strong killing intent in the room, and finally swallowed them all.

Pan Shihou raised his hand, slapped his son hard on the face, and said angrily, "Are you crazy!"

Pan Jinhua's cheeks turned red quickly, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, and there is hatred in his voice: "If you hadn't kept comparing him with me, how could I have been bought by Burning Fire Palace?"

"Bastard, how dare you make excuses!" Pan Shihou was furious, and he was dizzy looking at it. He couldn't find anything suitable for him in the house, so he went outside the door and took a broom and came in and began to beat him. Scolding Nizi, the servants outside the courtyard didn't know what happened, and when they heard the battle, they were too frightened to speak.

Li Sui got up and walked out.

"Nephew!" Pan Shihou threw down his broom, and rushed to intercede, "I will definitely teach Jinhua a lesson, and then ask the ins and outs of the whole incident in detail, and ask my nephew to give him a chance to survive."

Li Sui knew in his heart that the other party's beating and scolding just now was for his own sake, but he didn't want to pursue it further.As for Pan Jinhua, whether he has been with the Demon Cult for a long time, or just traded once on impulse, as he said, his identity has already been exposed.A person who becomes an abandoned child is of little value to himself or to Chi Tian.

……

The sun was gradually setting.

Zhu Yanyin was sitting at the table with a cup of cold tea in hand.

Contrary to what Jiang Shenglin expected, although he was afraid, he was not so afraid that his legs and feet would go weak and he needed his servants to carry him back to the bedroom.On the contrary, Second Young Master Zhu walked back by himself. Although his footsteps were still fluttering, his face had already turned red. When asked by Zhu Zhang and Zhu Xiaosui, he could also answer calmly, "Well, I'm going outside the city." Relaxed.

Jiang Shenglin didn't understand where his sudden composure came from, so he tried to ask, Second Young Master isn't afraid anymore?

Zhu Yanyin gulped down three cups of herbal tea in a row before saying in shock: "I'm afraid, but if Uncle Zhang finds out, he will have to talk about it for a long time, and he will hire dozens of guards to follow him, so it's better to hide it. "

Jiang Shenglin gave a thumbs up: Brave and resourceful, courageous and resourceful!

Although Zhu Yanyin didn't see the blood of Luan Biao this time, Palace Master Li's sentence "I even knocked those people's heads off with the hilt of the sword" is still very scary, but the sky outside has turned overcast, and the pitch black seems to be about to explode. It rains, or is haunted.

In order to sleep well at night and stop dreaming about the wild headshot of Palace Master Li, he took the initiative to ask Jiang Shenglin for a box of sleep aids, and a few drops of prepared flower oil, which can calm the mind when sprinkled on the pillow. : "Should I eat more millet porridge, honeysuckle tea, milk soup and mung beans recently, to calm the nerves?"

Dr. Jiang was very pleased. He was indeed the young master from Jiangnan Zhufu.

Another patient was simply bald by comparison.

Jiang Shenglin ordered the boy to fetch the medicine box, and rummaged through it for some flower oil.Seeing that there were still several small blue porcelain bottles inside, Zhu Yanyin asked casually, "What is this?"

Jiang Shenglin replied, "Very poisonous."

Zhu Yanyin's hand stopped in mid-air, and then slowly retracted. Why did you put the poison together with the flower oil? Is it true that you can't take it wrong? It seems that the bottles are all similar in size.

Jiang Shenglin smiled and said, "It's not poisonous, it's Sophora japonica honey. If anyone thinks the medicine is too bitter, I'll give him a few pills."

"That's it." Zhu Yanyin breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and took out a small wooden box from the low cabinet, "Here is pine nut snowflake candy, if the genius doctor doesn't mind it, you can use it too."

Jiang Shenglin wanted to decline at first, but then he thought about it, the sugar in Zhufu in the south of the Yangtze River was probably made from the precious honey that took 80 years to get a pound, and it was fine to bring a little, after all, everyone wanted to see the world.

So filled two bottles full.

The flower oil has a very good effect on calming the nerves. This night, Zhu Yanyin slept soundly in the pouring rain all over the city, without even having a dream.

When Jiang Shenglin returned to the inn, Li Sui was still dressed in dampness, with his black wet hair tied casually behind his head, and he was sitting at the table wiping his sword.

Jiang Shenglin's first reaction: "Are you poisoned again?"

Li Sui replied: "No."

"That's good." Jiang Shenglin heaved a sigh of relief, "How about the other side of the Sky Spider Hall?"

"It's Pan Jinhua." Li Sui said, "I have been to the Heavenly Spider Hall ten times, and eight times I can see Lao Tzu scolding his son. It is estimated that he was bewitched by the Burning Fire Hall because he was trained to make a mistake."

"Then... let's forget it?" According to the rules of the world, if you have a private relationship with the Devil's Cult, you will have to shed your skin if you don't die.

Li Sui put down the Xiangjun sword: "Pan Shihou has only one son, even if it is a waste, it is better to dress up and put it at home than nothing."

Jiang Shenglin: Even though you intend to let the other party die, you can speak so viciously and unflatteringly. You deserve it.

The next round of medicine is ready, Li Sui swallowed it with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed: "Why are you getting more and more bitter, what kind of skill are you doing?"

Doctor Jiang: "What's the matter, I have to boil the medicine for you so that it looks delicious and fragrant?"

Li Sui: "..."

Jiang Shenglin took out a small bottle from the box: "Try it."

The sugar granules are made crisp and small, not too sweet, but more of a pine nut aroma.Impatiently, Li Sui kept it in his mouth, clenching it with his teeth, and the bottle was half empty in a short time.

Jiang Shenglin asked, "Is it delicious?"

Li Sui leaned lazily on the chair: "It's okay."

Jiang Shenglin introduced: "This is the candy given by the second son of Zhu. In addition to pine nuts and honey, there may be 800-year-old snow lotus and 8000-year-old ginseng in it. If you eat a few more bottles, you may be able to cure the poison and injury. Get well."

Li Sui: "Is this how you genius doctors see patients?"

Jiang Shenglin: "It wasn't before, but now it is. Zhu Mansion even puts ointment on the wheels of the carriages. There is nothing that can't be done. You can't imagine the happiness of the famous families in the south of the Yangtze River."

Li Sui threw the empty bottle back: "If you go to the streets to sell fake medicines, you may be able to eat the same old wild ginseng within three years."

Jiang Shenglin: Makes sense, then can you give me some face, and don't delay my second spring of getting rich selling King Kong Dali Pills.