Peerless Junior Uncle

What scene. I only remember the sound of water. And the person who taught him the clavicle needle couldn’t see his face clearly. I only knew that the other party was a man. His voice was very gentle. He didn’t sound like a bad guy.

The man didn't say much to Fu Qingcheng. He just taught him the clavicle needle technique concisely. At first, Fu Qingcheng didn't think it was a dream. But when he woke up, he didn't move on the bed. The trap was on the bed. As long as he moved, he would be tied up. But the next day, nothing happened. The trap was not turned on.

But what the man taught him is deeply in his mind. This kind of dream lasted for seven days. On the last night, he dreamed that the man kept talking about a place.

"Cunxin Lake." Fu Qingcheng said lightly, "He only said these three words."

He Tingge said that he didn't know where he was. But Ji Wuya's hand holding the quilt was trembling at this time. Looking at Fu Qingcheng, he asked, "He said. Cunxin Lake."

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Fu Qingcheng nodded and said: "I just heard him talk about this place. I went out of the valley to look for it. It's a pity. No one knows where Cunxin Lake is."

Ji Wuya took a deep breath and said after a while: "Cunxin Lake is the lake in front of the Passing Water Building. Back then, after I set fire to the Passing Water Building, the Cunxin Lake didn't dry up for a long time. It's normal for you to find it. .”

"Yeah." Fu Qingcheng nodded: "So when I found it, there was indeed only a bleak place."

"How did you find it?" Ji Wuya was a little puzzled.

"At first, I really felt that I was too serious. I took the words in my dream seriously. But on the way back to the valley, I went to Prince Jing's mansion." Fu Qingcheng said this, and looked at He Tingge, who had been silent all this time. There was some disapproval in his eyes. Clear what emotion.

He Tingge looked at Fu Qingcheng's eyes and panicked for no reason. Did Fu Qingcheng go to see He Tingge? Well, he never participated in He Tingge in his childhood.

Ji Wuya frowned.

Fu Qingcheng didn't pause much, and then said slowly under the dubious eyes of the two: "I didn't go in. After all, ordinary people can't enter Prince Jing's mansion. It's just that when they were sneaking up the wall, they heard Prince Jing and Da Situ Talking about Yongzhou, talking about Cunxin Lake, I don’t know what they said, afraid of being found out, so I left. I went directly to Yongzhou.”

"And then." Ji Wuya asked. He said in his heart: Even a **-year-old doll can't be guarded. He Yuan is such a waste.

"In Yongzhou, only some old rivers and lakes know where Cunxin Lake is. It's just that there is already a piece of wild grass. The water has dried up a long time ago. But it's a coincidence. The terrain there is a natural gossip. Ordinary people may not be able to see it. But I Master can do it. Naturally I can. Untie the formation very simply. After that, I got this." After finishing speaking, Fu Qingcheng took the painted bone fan from his waist and put it on the table.

There is a thin silver chain at the end of the white jade-like bone fan. It is decorated with a silver ornament with a plum blossom pattern. The fan is smaller than ordinary folding fans. It looks more delicate.

Ji Wuya looked at the folding fan for a long time before he reached out to touch it. Its warm and moist texture. The world is so far away: "When Leng Yu had an accident, the painting bones were indeed not in his hands..."

"This is the origin of the painted bone fan and clavicular needle. Believe it or not, I have already said it all." Fu Qingcheng said.

"It is indeed a ridiculous answer." Ji Wuya said lightly: "But I believe it."

He Tingge looked at Tarantula in some surprise. The latter just filled his glass and started to drink. He didn't make a sound anymore. He seemed to be lost in memory again. Fu Qingcheng looked over. There was no usual smile on his face and he was a little indifferent.

He Tingge stretched out his hand to hold Fu Qingcheng's cold fingers on his knee. Fu Qingcheng took a light breath. Looking at the hands that were intertwined, his complexion was slightly soft. He tightened his fingers and held them back.

The food and drink in Tianxiangju is not much worse than that of Jiuwei Pavilion. But the three of them didn’t eat much. When Haitang came in, he cast his eyes on the three of them. It was a pity that no one had served these dishes. It was a pity. He took a chicken leg Just bite. It's time for meal. Before Haitang had eaten the meal, he came to report to He Tingge.

"Those three people don't talk to each other. They yell when they hit hard. They are all soft words. I don't think there is any need to interrogate them. They must have been sent by that pervert, Ta Bazhen." Haitang hung up the chicken legs to scoop up the beef. Soup. He Tingge kindly gave him the hand and brought him the soup.

Haitang said thank you by the way, and continued: "There's more. Uh... wait a minute." His complexion changed slightly. He finished the soup in a few sips, and then said: "The spider silk on the three black mice Poisonous. Weirdly poisonous."

"Hmph." But Ji Wuya snorted softly, and said disdainfully, "It's really embarrassing for me. Poison."

"Hey, uncle." Ever since Haitang knew that this was the all-powerful killer tarantula back then, he had a good impression of him. Although he heard that he had a grudge against He Yuan, it still didn't stop him from admiring the master: "Have you accepted?" past apprentice."

Ji Wuya was very disgusted with this evildoer who likes to wear red clothes: "No."

Haitang clicked his tongue: "It's not that I want to worship you as a teacher. I just ask you if you have any apprentices. Or do you have any brothers or something."

Ji Wuya frowned slightly. He Tingge was also heartbroken when he heard the words. That's right. Who knows that Ji Wuya's weapon is thousand spider silk. These assassins also use thousand spider silk. Don't they belong to the same sect?

"I don't have an apprentice." Ji Wuya said in a deep voice, "But. My master took in an apprentice before me. It was a long time ago. I haven't seen one. The master said he was dead."

"Then can he know thousands of spider threads?" Haitang asked. Ji Wuya glanced at him: "What will happen? Aren't they all dead? Besides, not everyone can control thousands of spider threads. Yes. It’s okay to attack secretly with a little fur, but it’s too difficult to actually use it as a weapon.”

"This kind of weapon is difficult to control. If you don't do it well, you will hurt yourself. There is no other person who can really use spider silk as a weapon instead of a hidden weapon. Except for tarantulas." Fu Qingcheng explained lightly.

"You continue." He Tingge said to Haitang who was eating vegetables with chopsticks. Haitang let out an oh, swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "Didn't the two guards die last night? They were carried down at that time. Later, I found out After the poisonous threads on the three mice, I sent my assistant to do an autopsy." At this point, Haitang's expression was a bit tangled: "But. The corpses are gone. There is only a pool of poisonous blood."

He Tingge frowned. He disappeared. He remembered the thirteen assassins last time. After Ziyi also said that he died of poisoning, the body disappeared. It seems that they were the same group.

"These three people are not Tabazhen." Fu Qingcheng said: "Tatbazhen is not an idiot. He will not send people to kill tarantulas rashly. Especially in the military camp at Linyueguan. Even if he wants to send people It's not about killing him. It's about saving him. Killing the tarantula won't do him any good. Instead, it will make him lose a helping hand. He won't do such a thing that hurts others and benefits himself."

He Tingge and Tabazhen have been fighting for many years. Naturally, he understands Tabazhen's thoughts. That person really wouldn't do such a thing. Tarantula's mental state is not good. He can take advantage of it. For example, this haunting incident. He It is absolutely possible to save the wolves back to brainwash them and become his magic weapon. Of course, this depends on whether Tabazhen can send people to sneak into the Moon Pass and escape unscathed. Obviously, these three people are not only here to kill tarantulas .and got caught by mistake.

According to Tabazhen's fox nature, even if someone is sent, I don't think it will be three idiots who can't even speak the Central Plains dialect.

"Tatbazhen does have some men who can use thousands of spider silks. But they are all fur. They can't get on the table. It's okay to engage in assassination." Ji Wuya drank his wine and said slowly: "As for what you said A kind of poison. I don't know. That kind of obscene thing. It's not too embarrassing."

Tang Yu, who was thousands of miles away to help his third grandfather adjust poison, sneezed hard. Immediately, the powder in his hand sprayed all over his face: "Ah... third grandfather. What kind of medicine is this?"

"I said, don't be a disservice to grandpa, okay?" The third elder took the medicine powder from Tang Yu's hand and said helplessly, "Fortunately, what I took was Huoqu. If Zi Mo, your face will be gone again."

"Fire song..." Tang Yu covered the skin outside the mask. No wonder it's so hot. It's over. It must be a monkey's ass: "Why are you doing this?"

"Brother Huo wants it." The third elder smiled and squeezed Tang Yu's red face. Although this child is too naughty, he is still his good grandson.

Tang Yu avoided the claws of the third elder: "What little brother Huo. He should call you grandpa. Don't be inferior."

"Don't talk nonsense." The third elder took the medicine powder in his hand and prepared it: "We are Wangnianjiao. Wangnianjiao, do you know it. Bear boy." The white beard trembled from time to time as he spoke. Tang Yu looked helpless and muttered : "Then you paid back the Ganoderma lucidum you owed from the bet..."

The third elder heard it, and immediately felt distressed: "My Ganoderma lucidum has been hidden for a long time. The thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. I can't bear it..."

Tang Yu twitched the corners of her mouth, and heard the third elder say: "I don't. Give it back in another way. If this medicine is prepared, he won't want Ganoderma lucidum."

"What medicine?" Tang Yu asked slowly while touching one side of his hot face..

"It's strange to say. It's all fatal. I don't know what to do with it. If ordinary people eat this, they will probably be burned to death." The third elder thought about it and ignored Tang Yu. Tang Yu looked at the body of the old man who felt sorry for her, and said, "I'll help you get what you want."

"Good grandson." The third elder stretched out his hand to pinch Tang Yu again.