The rivers and lakes can't stand it

late at night.

Murder and arson, stealing and planting, the most suitable time is always in the middle of the night.

If it wasn't for Su Xin's accident, the hero banquet would have ended. Most of the people should be on the way, and even those who traveled a little closer might have already comfortably laid back on their beds.

Bu Yuanting discussed with the heads of the various sects, and decided to select some people to patrol each other. On the surface, it is to help each other, but in fact it is to supervise and guard against each other.

After all, people's hearts are separated by belly, who can be sure what kind of heart is hidden under the dignified appearance?Who can guarantee that there must be an ugly heart under the ugly face?

It's not that the major sects haven't thought about patrolling, it's just that suspicions are always difficult to dispel, and no one wants to gamble with the lives of their own disciples.

The patrolling disciple happened to pass by Qiu Zhuoxue's room, glanced at the dark room, hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward to knock on the door, and said in a deep voice, "Hero Qiu, are you there?"

Qiu Zhuoxue had no choice but to get out of the bed: "Wait a moment."

The door was quickly opened, and the leader was holding a lantern, and there was a scarlet band on his forehead, which indicated that he was a disciple of a certain sect.

The lantern reflected Qiu Zhuoxue's face, his expression was very lazy and gentle, like a person who just woke up from sleep, but he was much kinder than that.

The red ribbon couldn't help coughing, and moved the lantern a little away, so as not to hurt Qiu Zhuoxue's eyes.

He is very young, he smiles a bit shy, even considered shy, his eyes hardly dare to look at Qiu Zhuoxue, and he speaks in a soft voice: "Did Hero Qiu notice anything wrong?"

Qiu Zhuoxue shook her head, smiled and replied: "No, I just took a rest."

Several disciples couldn't help but look at Qiu Zhuoxue after hearing this, and their expressions became very strange.

Some people are full of good-natured curiosity, as if they want to take a look at this legendary smoker who fascinates all living beings.

Some people frowned, obviously unable to understand how Qiu Zhuoxue could sleep so early and soundly after such a big incident happened.

It's just too unreasonable.

These thoughts were almost written on their faces, looking at them, Qiu Zhuoxue really didn't know whether she should laugh or be helpless.

The red ribbon said dryly: "Look...you can see that I was the one who interrupted you." He turned around, waved his hand, and quickly continued to patrol forward.

This made Qiu Zhuoxue couldn't help but yawned.

He returned to the room, threw his coat on the shelf, and slid his body into the soft quilt. The quilt was still warm and comfortable, and the sleepiness that had just been disturbed surged up again.

Qiu Zhuoxue didn't lie, he was indeed sleeping just now.

This was the first night after Master Suxin's death. Of course, many people could not sleep well, and it was undoubtedly the time when everyone was most vigilant. It would be strange if the murderer came out to kill people openly at this time.

Waiting is always the most tormenting and unbearable thing. If you don't replenish your energy and get a good night's sleep, how can you cope with the changes you will face next.

It was late at night, Qiu Zhuoxue closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Perhaps it was because of being awakened, this time he slept more lightly, and between half-dream and half-awake, he seemed to hear noisy and dull footsteps coming from afar.

In an instant, Qiu Zhuoxue was no longer on the bed.

Qiu Zhuoxue grabbed her coat and rushed out of the door, followed the prestige, and saw many martial arts figures carrying lanterns, hurrying forward on the road.

After fastening the belt, Qiu Zhuoxue grabbed someone and asked, "What's going on?"

The other party was displeased at first, but when he saw Qiu Zhuoxue, his face immediately became kinder: "The disciples on patrol were poisoned after drinking tea."

Qiu Zhuoxue was startled: "What?!"

When Qiu Zhuoxue rushed away, the patrolling disciples were sitting on the ground practicing kung fu to resist, Tang Xuan was standing by the side, and not long after, someone brought out the freshly fried medicine, and fed these disciples for a while. One dose.

There was another corpse on the ground, also with a red soft band tied on its forehead, its eyes were wide open, revealing a trace of malice, its mouth was full of blood, it looked as if it was dying, and its appearance was extremely horrifying.

This stern and tragic death was almost unbearable to see. Several disciples who were dressed similarly surrounded the corpse and the red belt, with tears in their eyes.

There were three bloodstained scratches on Red Band's face.

There was also a man dressed as a cook kneeling on the ground shivering, his body was like sifting chaff, his face was swollen like a pig's head, and he looked like he was about to roll his eyes and faint at any moment.

Qiu Zhuoxue asked: "What happened?"

Tang Xuan said lightly: "There is poison in the tea."

The patrol will take a whole night, and the autumn is dry and hot, so the kitchen specially boiled a large bucket of refreshing tea for the disciples to drink, so as to relieve fatigue and refresh themselves.

Qiu Zhuoxue asked again: "There is only one cook?"

Tang Xuan didn't speak this time, he just walked to the side of the corpse and frowned, but Shen Buran stepped forward to answer his question: "There are two guys still lying down, but fortunately they don't have martial arts, but Drink less."

Qiu Zhuoxue's expression suddenly became serious.

Shen Buran said softly: "Don't worry, the dead cannot be saved, but the survivors are fine."

This is a real consolation, but unfortunately it is too real, the brothers of the corpse couldn't help glaring over, Shen Buran blinked, and tilted his head in doubt, not quite understanding what they were angry about.

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled at Shen Buran, and went to ask the cook again, when several disciples saw him, they all moved out of the way.

Although the cook's line of sight was affected by the swollen face, he couldn't see Qiu Zhuoxue clearly, but seeing the attitudes of several disciples, he knew that a big man was coming, so he couldn't help but flinch.

Qiu Zhuoxue knelt down to talk to him, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I just want to ask a few questions."

Seeing that his attitude was gentle and different from the previous ones, the cook calmed down and said cautiously, "Master, you... just ask."

Qiu Zhuoxue said: "Did you cook the tea?"

The expression on the cook's face was even uglier than crying, with cold sweat all over his face: "No... I didn't cook it! Really! It's hot, I'm going to be lazy, so I let the two boys go to work. Go to bed. Grandpa! I really don’t know anything! When I was arrested, I was still sleeping on the bed! Please believe me!”

Qiu Zhuoxue didn't answer, but was thoughtful, the disciple who was poisoned had also drank the medicine, and his expression finally relaxed a little.

The teacher with the red belt hurriedly asked, "What happened just now?"

The red ribbon said confusedly: "I don't know, but just halfway through the patrol, everyone was thirsty, and happened to pass by the kitchen, so they came in to drink tea. Brother Hu said that he was very thirsty, so we let him drink first."

Several other disciples also said yes, proving that what the red tape said was correct.

"I saw that the two fellows worked very hard, so I asked them to drink together, but they suddenly fell to the ground and became unconscious as soon as they finished drinking, and we also..."

The red tape went to the same door as the corpse master, and when he said this, he couldn't help but shed tears: "I knew... I knew... I should have stopped Junior Brother Hu, if he didn't drink too much water, he was poisoned." It's too deep, and it won't..."

The other disciples comforted: "Don't say that, who would have expected it?"

Tang Xuan suddenly said: "Who told you that he died of poisoning too deeply?"

Red Ribbon was stunned: "No...isn't it?"

His teacher also asked: "What does Master Tang mean by this?"

"If the poisoning was too deep, how could only one person have died so far, wouldn't those two guys also have to be buried with him? Everyone has only one kind of poison in their bodies, but this kid's body is a mixture of two kinds Poison." Tang Xuan suddenly glanced at Qiu Zhuoxue, and then smiled slightly, "I wonder if Yan Boke can see the clues from what Tang said?"

It seems that although Tang Xuan's suspicion has been cleared by Qiu Zhuoxue, the suspicion of Qiu Zhuoxue has not been cleared by Tang Xuan.

Qiu Zhuoxue said indifferently: "Listen to what you say, Master Tang's words are nothing more than what he wants to say, this..." He was startled, and suddenly remembered that he did not know this disciple.

The red belt hurriedly said: "Junior Brother Hu's single name is a word of strength, strength of strength."

Qiu Zhuoxue glanced at him, and felt the approving gaze, and the red ribbon couldn't help but feel hot on his face.

Leaving aside Qiu Zhuoxue's messy affairs, Yanboke is quite famous in Jianghu, and he can be regarded as the number one hero. I don't know how many young people yearn for a hero. Him, surpass him, and the red belt is certainly no exception.

"Before Hu Li was poisoned, he had taken another kind of poison." Qiu Zhuoxue said slowly, "The poison in the tea is not fatal, even ordinary people can resist it, but it is mixed with the poison in Hu Li's body. It took his life."

The red ribbon was dumbfounded: "But...but, how could this happen? We all ate the same food today, not to mention if he had been poisoned earlier, how could Junior Brother Hu have an attack until now?"

At this time, the two assistants also woke up, and a disciple came to report back, and it was as the cook said, he did entrust the cooking of tea to the two assistants.

But they all claimed that they were not poisoned.

After verification by the disciples, the tea boiled in the cauldron is indeed non-toxic, only the cold water in the tea bucket is poisonous.

Taoist Tianchen scooped up a bowl of herbal tea and put it in the bowl, observed carefully, frowned, looked at the wooden barrel, and asked, "Who has ever owned this tea barrel?"

There was no sound for a while, Luohuazhuang was crowded with people in the past few days, disciples from all major sects may have used the kitchen, and the tea bucket was placed beside it, as long as there is a heart, it is not difficult to poison.

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed lightly and said, "I'm afraid it's not about the tea bucket."

Taoist Tianchen stared round his eyes: "What do you mean?"

Qiu Zhuoxue thought for a while, and then said: "I don't know what Hu Li said before he died?"

The red ribbon shook his head, with tears in his eyes: "Junior Brother Hu fell down with a loud cry, and after rolling over in pain, he lost his breath."

"What about the wound on your face?" Qiu Zhuoxue asked again.

The red ribbon said: "When I went to help Junior Brother Hu, he was in terribly painful, delirious, accidentally injured."

Qiu Zhuoxue carefully observed the direction of the wound and face, suddenly leaned her body, and fell into his arms, and the red belt subconsciously stretched out her arms to hug him.

All the heroes in the hall were clamoring endlessly, but seeing this "throwing in the arms and sending in the arms" at this moment, there was a sudden silence.

Everyone: "..."

But Qiu Zhuoxue didn't pay attention, just raised her hand to imitate, and asked the bewildered red belt, "Is this the struggle?"

The red belt nodded in bewilderment, his face was getting redder and redder, and he was about to vent his anger: "Yes... yes..."

Qiu Zhuoxue sighed, straightened up decisively, and turned to look at Tang Xuan.

Tang Xuan narrowed his eyes: "It seems that what he wants to grab is not your face..."

The red tape held his hands blankly, without realizing that his hands were empty: "It's not trying to grab my face, this... what does this mean?"

"He put the poison on." Tang Xuan's voice was cold, and there seemed to be a hint of sarcasm, "He thought what he took was the antidote. As for what it was for, of course it was to kill you. "

Red Ribbon was completely stunned.

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