Miao Jiangke

The bitter smell of medicine lingers on the tip of the nose.

"Young master." Yi Xun put the medicine on the table, without any intention of disdain, and said respectfully, "The medicine has been decocted, let's drink it after it cools down."

"Thank you." The assassin got up and thanked.

Yi Xun shook his head, and closed the door of the hut for him before leaving. This is Mr. Yi's study room, secluded and leisurely, with a faint fragrance of ink, but unexpectedly consumed a lot of bitterness.

Qiu Yangui stared at the porcelain bowl in front of him, slightly startled.

"It's all serious and chronic diseases... The young master hurts his heart, and the old wounds have not healed yet. If it wasn't for his good foundation..."

Mr. Yi's words resounded in his heart, Qiu Yangui touched his heart, and a dim and broken picture flashed before his eyes in a trance.

For more than half a month when he was tortured by Feng Dong, he didn't know what day and night, he was tied to a wooden frame for torture, and the wound was torn and then healed. Feng Dong regarded him as a Gu tester, and he could only watch those people The ugly Gu worm penetrated into the flesh, and after waking up with a blurred consciousness, he was detoxified again. In addition, he has been testing how far the "loyal Gu" can restrict him over the years, and it backfires on his internal injuries.

If things go on like this for a long time, all the serious and chronic illnesses are thanks to the gift of Buyu Pavilion.

Disgust and hatred flashed across Qiu Yangui's usually quiet eyes, and he clenched his fingers tightly. If Feng Dong hadn't jumped out halfway, how could he and the young master have come to this point.

"Squeak—" the wooden door made an overwhelmed sound, and the person who came seemed to realize his own strength, and reluctantly relaxed a little.

Qiu Yangui turned his head subconsciously vigilantly, touched his waist with clenched fingers, and suddenly caught nothing, he was taken aback.

He actually forgot that he was no longer an assassin.

As soon as Zuo Qingyue entered the door, he saw his action, and his heart that was originally filled with anger seemed to be stabbed, and the swelling anger shriveled and became empty.

The sour words rolling in his throat were swallowed back again.

There was a moment of silence between the two, and Qiu Yangui quickly withdrew his hand, stood up and said, "Young Master."

"...En." Zuo Qingyue responded lightly, walked to the table, touched the porcelain bowl, and said with lowered eyes, "Drink it, it will be cold later."

Qiu Yangui was slightly startled, curled his fingers before picking up the porcelain bowl, and replied in a low voice, "Yes."

The medicine was extremely bitter, the mouth of the bowl covered Qiu Yangui's slightly frowning, he raised his head and gulped it down, coughing lightly.

Zuo Qingyue sat down by himself, threw the bag over without raising his head, and said lazily, "Mr. Yi gave it to you."

Qiu Yangui opened it to have a look, a bag full of candied fruit, he pursed his lips, his eyes flickered.

If Mr. Yi gave it to him, how could he have troubled the young master to go through it? The assassin didn't expose it, so he swallowed a piece and said softly, "Then I will thank Mr. Yi."

I thought that the young master would stab at some point, but Zuo Qingyue didn't say much, his clear voice was irritating, and he seemed to ask casually, "Severe illness, it seems that you can't treat people under you without saying a word." in this way?"

Zuo Qingyue's pair of smiling peach blossom eyes stared at the assassin without blinking, and looked at it with his chin propped up.

Qiu Yangui's heart skipped a beat, a strong sense of crisis came from his heart, like a silent warning, the hands hanging under the wide sleeves were clenched tightly, the assassin's expression was the same, his eyes were downcast.

There are many mistakes and many mistakes. If the young master wants to trick him, I am afraid that he will not be able to resist, so it is better to keep silent.

Before waiting for the assassin's response, Zuo Qingyue's smile remained the same, but his eyes were slightly darkened. As he expected, Qiu Yangui didn't want to say or... couldn't.

Just like Mr. Yi said, what he's doing now is nothing more than being angry with himself. It was strange that the assassin betrayed him back then, and the assassin's trance-like appearance at that time, Zuo Qingyue had doubts earlier.

If it wasn't for his unwillingness... as early as when he saw the assassin, he would have killed him.

If he hadn't lost his bias in his heart, he wouldn't have Ying Liu rushing about this matter for several days, and he wouldn't have brought the assassin to find Mr. Yi, and he wouldn't have felt bad because the assassin didn't respond.

The hurdle in Zuo Qingyue's heart was that the assassin personally injured him. For the first time, he let go of his guard, and in exchange for a hideous scar on his chest.

"Tch." Zuo Qingyue sneered, but his tone was lighter than usual, "Let's go."

The palpitations subsided, Qiu Yangui heaved a sigh of relief, and silently followed, they didn't go back to Tunyun Pavilion directly, but went to the Gu Sect.

The Gu Sect is rather special, it is the sect that "Miao Jiang Ke" belongs to, just like its name, it is a place to raise Gu.

Compared with the tranquility of the medical gate, the Gu gate is strangely secluded. There is an old pagoda tree at the gate, which happens to cover the plaque, and the cold breath spreads out, as if there is no popularity, making one feel chills all over the body.

Xuanjin's sedan chair stopped slowly, there was slight movement from the originally dead Gu door, and the closed door slowly opened, waiting inside... people in different clothes.

Different from the imaginary dead silence, these people seem to have been pulled together from the rivers and lakes, they are simply a hodgepodge.

Different clothes, different expressions... But they got together inexplicably harmoniously, Qiu Yangui followed the young master out of the sedan chair, and suddenly froze when he raised his eyes.

First of all, he was surprised that this was the frightening "Miao Jiang guest" in the legend, and then he was uncomfortable with their straightforward eyes, so he had to lower his eyes slightly.

Zuo Qingyue took a step forward calmly, sideways to block the assassin without a trace, then squinted his eyes, looked at a group of people who seemed to be watching a theater in front of him, and said in a serious tone, "I haven't seen you for a few days and even forgot the rules. You don’t want your eyes anymore?”

The leader was dressed in a sapphire blue brocade robe, and put away his folding fan when he heard the words, but he smiled without any fear, hugged his arms and pestered the person beside him, pretending to be serious, "Okay, restrain yourself .”

Only then did the crowd withdraw their eyes reluctantly, and bowed to Zuo Qingyue. Although they were idle, they restrained their expressions at the moment, and couldn't help showing some respect, "Welcome young master."

In the past, most of Miao Jiang's customers were individual visitors, and the best among those who were good at Gu were somewhat arrogant, but at that time, Miao Jiang was a man in power. Find a remote place with all your skills.

At that time, Zuo Qingyue was just an unknown beauty, they despised him at first, but then it was such a powerless person who could compete with the Wei faction and lead them to overthrow the hegemony of Miao Jiang.

Afterwards, Miao Jiang Ke was no longer an unknown person, but a Gu sect that the world feared.

Zuo Qingyue seemed to be used to it, and didn't argue with them, but turned his head and said in a low voice, "If you feel unwell, let Yingshi take you back."

Ruoyouruowu glanced over again, Qiu Yangui shook his head lightly, cleared his throat, "Yangui is not feeling well, young master, please go ahead."

Zuo Qingyue didn't respond to him, but his brows and eyes suddenly sank. Qiu Yangui's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly turned around and cursed at the crowd, "Look at all the eyeballs being dug out, Zhang Qing, take you with me!" People get out."

"Did you hear me, watch them one by one!"

The person named Zhang Qing was the owner of the sapphire blue brocade robe, he saw that the young master's eyebrows were sparkling, he didn't dare to do it again, he pretended to curse a few words and then took him away.

He said so, before he left, he sneaked a few glances at the assassin, and finally slipped away under Zuo Qingyue's murderous gaze.

Qiu Yangui somewhat guessed why they were like this, and the tips of his ears burned red uncontrollably.