All medicines have pharmacological properties, and they are classified into different categories. There are different methods of boiling, decoction, boiling, steaming, quenching, simmering, simmering, and boiling. Qin Shuang, Xiao Yu, and Li Luo had not yet had time to collect the herbs that could cure everyone in the valley. When Qin Shuang cooked the antidote, he was forced to fall off the cliff by Zhou Fan, whose life or death was uncertain.
Ling Xikong, the head of the Yuling Sect, and Yiqu Changping didn't know the pharmacology and toxicology. They could only treat this dry medicinal material as a living horse, stew it in a pot, and share it with everyone.
After everyone ate it, they vomited black blood, had stomach cramps, had diarrhea, or vomited.
The elders of the Yuling Sect and Yiqu Changping were so anxious that they guarded everyone all night, fearing that someone would die.
Fortunately, the medicine collected by Qin Shuang was based on the two poisonous aromas of Zhou Fan. Although the preparation was rough, the effect was still there. Although many people were unwell, after a night of tossing, the toxicity gradually emerged and no one died. It was already Fortunately.
Although the body was weak and still managed to be warmed up, everyone was able to escape the disaster.
The next morning.
The head of Yuling Sect and all the elders were resting in Feng Yi's thatched house.
When Uncle Liu was doing his best to eliminate poisons last night and no longer feared for his life, he barely drank half a bowl of the Chinese medicine they brewed, and by early morning he was fine.
When Uncle Liu woke up, he was surrounded by people from the Yuling Sect. Yiqu Changping of the Lu Sect had already quietly left the place with his disciples.
Although the Lu Sect is a cult in their eyes, it is not the kind of enemy they meet with each other. Most sects in the Central Plains have met them on a daily basis, and they are all on the same page.
After all, Lu Jiao is the state religion of the Xiongnu, and the Central Plains rivers and lakes call it a cult. This is also because in recent years, wars between the Central Plains and the Xiongnu have occurred frequently. The Xiongnu and the Xia Kingdom of Xianbei have the tendency to form an alliance to invade the Central Plains, and the border wars are chaotic.
Therefore, the reputation of Lu Jiao in the minds of the Jianghu people in the Central Plains gradually turned into a cult.
The Southwest Xuantian Sect is different. Regardless of whether it is an enemy country or a friendly country, they are a kind of existence that brings chaos to the country. They are a group of ragtag people who do not distinguish between right and wrong. This is the real demon sect.
It is true that evil is always a little bit inferior to demons.
Uncle Liu slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the Yuling Sect disciples around him who were still sleeping but not awake, and slowly sat up.
At his hand is Xiaoyu's bamboo pole. The light yellow bamboo joints have been worn to a slight shine. The two ends of the pole are knotted with thick hemp rope. There are many kinds of poles used on the market, such as single bamboo pieces. , peach, pear, plum wood, bamboo tube, are very common.
Xiaoyu, also known as Ji Ruge, is also so common.
Uncle Liu reached out and picked up Xiaoyu's bamboo pole. It was obviously a bit heavier than ordinary people. He knew clearly that inside was Ji Ruge's sword, with its green scabbard, red handle, white awn, sharp edge, and sharp iron. Like mud, blowing the hair and breaking the sword.
That sword called Nirvana is a sword that most people in the world are frightened by.
Uncle Liu picked up the fishing rod and also picked up Xiaoyu's bamboo pole.
The donkey was still chewing the green grass on the ground quietly not far away, and the tuft of white hair on its forehead was still so obvious.
His donkey was under the willow tree on the edge of the wind. When Zhou Fan poisoned it, he didn't inhale the poisonous fragrance at all, so he lived very healthily. It seemed that he didn't know that everyone in Yi Valley had gone through this. A death. …
Uncle Liu planned to sell the donkey and return to Muyun Mountain alone after killing Ji Ruge.
But later, he gave up the idea of killing Ji Ruge after he learned that the demon Ji Ruge circulated in the world was not a demon at all, but a person who ran around helping people who did not remember his loss.
That is to say, he gave up the idea of killing Xiaoyu. Uncle Liu never thought about being a heroic hero, but he also never thought about being a bad guy.
He is an ordinary person, and he also admires Xiaoyu's approach to helping the world.
Ji Ruge bought the donkey for him. He felt that Jiangnan's experience was worth remembering. The idea of becoming the world's number one killer was completely eliminated after Jiangnan met the real 'Ji Ruge'.
This donkey with a tuft of white hair on its head is a testimony.
I don’t have much time left in my life, so I might as well save it. After leading the donkey for a long time, there will inevitably be a bit of regret between humans and animals. How can I be willing to sell my strength that has been with me day and night for a long time?
Uncle Liu gently passed over the crowd, walked to the willow tree, took the donkey, and prepared to go up the cliff of the back mountain to have a look to see if Xiao Yu had any possibility of survival.
Patting the donkey's back, Uncle Liu hung Xiaoyu's bamboo pole on the donkey's back, while he still carried the fishing rod.
It was mid-summer, there was a slight mist on the mountain road in the forest, green bushes and trees, and the moist smell was very refreshing.
Uncle Liu walked slowly, and the donkey followed suit.
Xiao Yu told him about the goals of several missions in Jiangnan, such as Huatan Temple, An Ning Temple, etc. They were all well-dressed, and there were not many people with bad reputations in the world, but who could say what they did behind the scenes? Deqing?
Uncle Liu looked at the donkey and remembered what Xiao Yu often muttered when killing chickens in the backyard: This beast is always a beast, but this man sometimes doesn't necessarily look like a human being...
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After passing the large lake in Duyi Valley, we walked all the way along the source of the creek to the back mountain into the forest, then turned east and reached the edge of the back mountain cliff.
Uncle Liu pulled away some weeds and led the donkey out of the forest.
The mouth of the cliff is a rocky cliff, and at the edge is an ancient pine tree that hugs the waist. Two people stood under the pine tree.
Uncle Liu's appearance attracted the attention of both of them.
These two people were none other than Ling Xikong, the head of the Yuling Sect, and Ling Zhi, the fourth elder of the Yuling Sect.
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"Old sir, why are you here too?" Ling Zhi, a half-old single woman, asked curiously when Uncle Liu appeared.
Among all the people in the valley last night, except for the people from the Lu Sect, Uncle Liu was the only one they were not familiar with. Seeing that he was healing his wounds, they didn't talk much last night.
Both Ling Zhi and Ling Xikong knew that during the battle at the cliff yesterday, six people fell off the cliff, Ling Xiaoyun, Zhou Fan, and three strangers they didn't know, two young girls and a young boy.
At this time, this old fishing man carrying a fishing rod appeared here. He must be related to the three people they didn't know.
Uncle Liu smiled slightly and replied in an old voice: "Yesterday I heard from some people that two of my friends were forced off the cliff by the bad guys who used poison. I came here to take a look and see if there was any chance of them surviving. I plan to find out if there is a way down this cliff, and I want to go down to look for them."
When Ling Xikong and Ling Zhi heard this, they both sighed and shook their heads.
Ling Xikong replied: "Old sir, this cliff is the cliff of Mo Yun Peak. If you can't get down, you can't even get up. Please give me my condolences, sir."
"Why?" Uncle Liu led the donkey to the ancient pines on the cliff and asked them with a frown.
Ling Xikong looked behind him at the smoky green cliff valley below, shook his head again, and said to Ling Zhi: "Elder Lingzhi, please tell this old gentleman about the origin of this cliff."
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