What was overlooked?
Tang Zhao lowered his head and meditated, going over tonight's events from beginning to end.
Isn't assassination in the martial arts arena too... child's play?
This kind of fight between two people first, attracting attention and attracting three people to watch, and unexpectedly joining forces to attack, is actually an ancient trick, a kind of "immortal jump", and a common trap in the world.
Tang Zhao is not familiar with martial arts, but he is no stranger to the arena. Sui Jiaban is a man who runs in the world, a world where good and bad people are mixed and deceit is rampant. Although Uncle Sui is just a theoretical person and may not react the fastest when his turn comes, he can figure it out immediately when he has doubts.
But even if he didn't figure it out, would the assassination be successful?
In fact, the probability is there, but not that high.
The most important thing about this fairy dance is to be unexpected, and the second is to bully the few with more people. Although two people are more than one person, there are still so many people in the square. The first hit missed, and Tang Zhao ran into the crowd. It was dark at night, so it was not difficult to escape.
Moreover, preparations were not sufficient. Poison needles are useful, but wouldn’t it be more convenient to have a dagger in a sneak attack? The two of them didn't even have a clean sword. Isn't this too careless?
Moreover, after Tang Zhao escaped, he took a sword and only moved his hands a few times. The two of them did not rush forward and gave up. He just said a few words that were neither salty nor bland and ran away. Isn't this more childish?
To say that this is a three-pronged attack with or without dates, we don’t expect results, but the poisonous needles have come out, why don’t we scare the grass and scare the snake?
Kill the grass... startle the snake?
Yes, he thought, the weirdest thing was the voice at the beginning.
Yelling is not so much a call to action as it is... to attract attention?
I was going back to my room at that time.
so……
Tang Zhao retracted his hand to open the door. With his backhand, he wrapped his palms with a piece of cloth torn off from his clothes, keeping it away from the inner and outer door frames. He carefully opened the door and ventilated it first. Then he took out the mugwort he had brought with him, lit it on the spot, blew out the open flame, and threw it in.
Suddenly the room was filled with smoke and the smell was pungent. The surrounding Grape Courtyard disciples all frowned when they smelled it. There were also smart people who nodded secretly when they saw what he had done.
After the wormwood had smoked for a while and the smoke dissipated a little, he entered, lit the lamps and candles, and spread the realgar everywhere.
After waiting for a while, the smell of realgar and mugwort made it impossible to stand in the room, but still no big spider appeared. Tang Zhaofang took out the magic tool, held a candlestick in one hand to light it, and used the magic tool to turn over the furniture little by little. Mainly bedside and bedding.
There is nothing special inside the quilt. Looking at the pillow, it seems to have a hint of white.
Tang Zhao's eyesight was really not good. The candlelight was dim and he couldn't see clearly what it was, so he had to put on his glasses again to take a closer look.
Under the pillow, there was thin spider silk.
It was indeed poisoned.
Rather than fighting with open fire and hacking Tang Zhao to death in public, it would be better to let him be poisoned to death silently.
Apparently someone had just sneaked into Tang Zhao's room and drugged him. Tang Zhao came back at the wrong time and the people inside had no time to retreat. His two accomplices responded to the situation and shouted to attract attention, covering his accomplices and taking the opportunity to leave.
Tang Zhao figured this out and was secretly amused: Do you want to be in my house without anyone noticing? I'm afraid you are wishful thinking.
As long as it is poisoned, there will be traces.
There are colorless, odorless and traceless poisons in this world, but most of them are precious. And if you want quick results, most of them need to be taken orally or contaminated with wounds.
If you want to die if you touch it, die if you touch it, be colorless and tasteless, remain for a long time or even have no entity, then it is basically the level of a legend in the world. How can a mere disciple of Black Spider Villa be qualified to use it? Not even the person who gave them the poisonous needle. Otherwise, there would be no one alive in the world.
Tang Zhao carefully scraped off the poison and put it in a vial to preserve evidence. There is no need for evidence for the conflict between the young disciples. They just have an excuse to take action, but what if there is a big shot who wants to see it.
Then roll up the entire quilt and set it aside.
The bed was too high to fit in, but fortunately he had a place to sleep.
Now he wants to know who poisoned his room?
Even if the King of Hell can't see him, the little devils have to be caught one by one, right?
Fortunately, it’s not difficult, no guessing, just seeing. Because he still has a pair of eyes.
But before that, he had to prepare some gifts. He had already had an idea, which was particularly suitable for the old man.
"Stab-"
As the oil pan rolled, the white dough quickly expanded and turned into a golden and fragrant big fried dough stick.
Tang Zhao saw the right moment, picked up the fried dough sticks with chopsticks, and served them to Ping Jiangqiu, whose eyes were glowing green.
Pingjiang Qiu longed to catch it, so he reluctantly waited and devoured it with his ruthless iron mouth.
Click click click——
The crispy fried dough sticks make a crisp sound when bitten, and the aroma of noodles and oil is overflowing, which will attract greedy people.
Tang Zhao was not greedy. The smoke was so heavy that he was full.
"It's delicious, but you still have a way. I can't get this taste no matter how I fry it."
Tang Zhao fiddled with the fried dough sticks and said: "Actually, my fried dough sticks are average. It's just that there are no living things here, and naturally they are sterile. The yeast is dead and there is no way to ferment. Of course, you can't fry fluffy and delicious fried dough sticks. So you just need to After fermenting outside, just bring it in and fry it.”
He came up with this idea after seeing that there was yogurt at Guan Lei's place. The reason why he didn't take the yogurt was because it was easy to store. Maybe the old man also had yogurt here. But he didn't believe that Ping Jiangqiu would store fermented dough.
Ping Jiangqiu gave a thumbs up in the midst of his busy schedule: "Wonderful, wonderful. Knowing what it is and why it is so is indeed the seed of reading."
Tang Zhao sighed. He was no longer a scholar, and he didn't have a book. There was no way to get a book for the time being, so he tried to fry fried dough sticks to see if he could borrow a book to read.
It seems the effect is good.
Ping Jiangqiu ate five or six fried dough sticks in a row before saying, "Atang, you put so much effort into frying fried dough sticks because you just want to know who invaded your room?"
Tang Zhao said: "How can I put so much effort into a small problem? With you taking care of me these days, I was thinking about what gift to bring you, and I just thought of it."
This is the truth. It is impossible to say that Tang Zhao did not send gifts to befriend the great swordsman, but it would be too utilitarian to say that he prepared the gifts specifically for a certain benefit. Tang Zhao couldn't do such a thing at his age.
It was more of a simple thank you. Although Tang Zhao was ignorant, he also guessed that the storage time was not easy. Even Ping Jiangqiu could not have much storage. The simplest thing is that this is storage and not creation. Wool comes from sheep. These times must have originally existed. They were saved from other places and stored before they can be released later. It cannot be extended indefinitely.
Ping Jiangqiu released time jars continuously, which was definitely generous, and Tang Zhao was grateful. He wanted to thank the old man, but he had nothing to repay. The only thing he could do was to find a way to make Ping Jiangqiu happy.
Ping Jiangqiu chewed on the fried dough sticks and said, "I saw the person, and I can draw a picture for you, but why bother? Just kill all the suspects."
Tang Zhao didn't clamp any of them securely, and one of the fried dough sticks fell back into the pot. He quickly took it out, but it was a little burnt. "How many people have to be killed? Don't you always believe that perfection is the most important thing and everything is foolproof?"
Pingjiang Qiu said seriously: "It is absolutely foolproof. When encountering a big danger, you must hide and protect yourself first. When encountering a small danger, you must nip it in the bud, uproot the source of the danger as soon as possible, and crush the bones and ashes to avoid it developing into a big disaster." Danger."
Tang Zhao couldn't help but said: "How can you eliminate the danger like this? Isn't this just looking for trouble? A small thing turned into a big thing? You'd better tell me who it is, I plan to kill him as a warning to others."
Pingjiang Qiu hummed: "What do you know? The reason why I am alive and not dead is because I am cautious enough. Young people always have illusions, and you will understand if you suffer losses." With a casual finger, pen and paper fell from the sky, and he volleyed Hold it and control the pen to write and draw on the spot.
Tang Zhao was not surprised either. Ping Jiangqiu was the master in the jar and could do anything.
Ping Jiangqiu manipulated the brush and said: "It doesn't matter how you deal with these small fights. It's easiest to kill them all. Anyway, you have someone to deal with the aftermath, so you don't have to worry about it getting out of hand. You can also prescribe the right medicine. Careful operation can help you practice how to behave in the world." My skills will come in handy in the future. But the most important thing is to be alive in ten days. It’s so easy to find a satisfactory boy, but if he’s gone in ten and a half months, I will be sad too.”
Tang Zhao sighed: "Yes. Time flies so fast, two-thirds of the time has passed in the blink of an eye."
Pingjiang Qiu said: "How are you prepared? Are you confident? Are you nervous?"
Tang Zhao said softly: "How should I put it? I have tried my best to do it, and I have encouraged myself over and over again, telling myself to be brave. But as the time approaches, I still feel scared. When I lie in bed at night, I will have random thoughts and feel sad for no reason. I even commit suicide due to depression. Sometimes I have nightmares and wake up in a cold sweat. I feel better when I wake up in the morning. Martial arts training is very hard and I don’t have the energy to think so much.”
"As for preparation, I haven't slacked off this month. I seem to have learned a lot, but I always feel that it is not enough. Think about it, I haven't learned much, and there are loopholes everywhere. Confidence may come and go, but most of the time I still don't. The more experienced you are, the more you learn. Duoyue knows that the world is vast, and feels that there are three thousand weak waters outside, and not even a drop falls into his pocket."
"Anyway, the time limit is getting closer and closer, and I already want to run away. Things I didn't regret at all before, I regret a little now. I can't calm down now, and it will make me uncomfortable if I calm down, so I have to practice more and work harder to stop myself from thinking too much. Maybe. I am still a fragile person, right? Maybe I will collapse on the battlefield?"
This is what he says from his heart, a confession that comes out from the deepest part of his heart.
He had never said these words to anyone, not to the people at Black Spider Villa, not to Guan Lei, Xing Ji could not even see him, and Wei Changle, Tang Zhao felt that he had the responsibility not to bring negative emotions to he.
He is also a strong person and refuses to let people notice his sadness and discomfort. Even if he takes the initiative to say it, he will only say three points. It is rare for him to express himself like this.
Maybe it was because the jar was a paradise, as if he was not in the world, which made him extremely relaxed, or maybe Ping Jiangqiu cried and laughed without any worries, and his innocent behavior infected him, and he was able to open his heart.
After hearing this, Ping Jiangqiu suddenly shouted: "Isn't this an evil act?"
He jumped up, his whole body full of air, like a bloated rubber ball.
Then, somehow, the ball became deflated, and he slumped a little more.
After a while, he tugged at his beard and sighed, saying: "Atang, let me tell you a few words. The first thing is that it is normal to be anxious, sad, unable to eat or sleep well when encountering something, and to have random thoughts at night. It’s not surprising. Let alone life and death, it’s just an exam in the academy. How many people can’t sleep. Don’t think you are weak and useless, and don’t think that others are calm and composed. As long as you are a human being, how can you not be nervous? It’s just that some people are pretending to be good. Think about it for yourself, if you hadn’t said it yourself, wouldn’t you have been pretending to be good in front of others? They are not as good as you. At least I can say that at my age and with so many years of experience , I confirm that you are a strong, sincere, and brave good boy."
Tang Zhao smiled and said: "No."
Although he said this, he breathed out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
Ping Jiangqiu continued: "Secondly, don't hold it in all the time. If you hold it in all the time, you will get fat."
Tang Zhao said "Huh?", Ping Jiangqiu patted his belly and said: "Look at me, I used to be brave and didn't say anything, as if this would give me face, and I suppressed myself into a big fat man. . Then I figured out that it was time to cry and laugh, and I felt much happier."
Tang Zhao thought to himself: But you haven’t lost weight either?
Pingjiang Qiu said: "If you are tender-faced and feel like you are going to collapse, come to me. Cry if you want, roll if you want. I won't laugh at you, and I will stay with you. Come on, cry."
"..."
Tang Zhao said awkwardly: "I can't cry."
Pingjiang Qiu said: "There's no rush this time. Anyway, you can do whatever you want here. Besides... I don't tell you that you also know this truth. It's better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. If you are anxious, learn more and practice more. Improve yourself more. You have to jump high enough. What hurdles can't you jump over?"
Tang Zhao nodded. Of course he knew this and never relaxed, but he never felt it was enough.
Ping Jiangqiu shouted: "Go and try your shabby palm skills that are full of flaws again."
