At the second watch, it was freezing cold.
The firelight in the ruined temple gradually dimmed, and only two or three short and thick pieces of firewood were still smoking. No one added more firewood. They all felt a little tired and needed to recharge their batteries.
The feeling of fatigue outweighed the coldness, and no one wanted to move.
The dilapidated door and the occasional wind blew away the cold ashes on the burnt firewood. The firewood that had not been completely extinguished showed dark red and dotted with stars, and then slowly ignited the firewood that was emitting white smoke. Short and thick wood, the wind helped the fire, and the fire started again.
In the swaying firelight, Nie Qingyun, who was already asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, jumped up, and flashed to the door in one stride.
In the cold wind, a strong smell of blood greeted Pu Lai. "Qiang" Nie Qingyun's long sword was unsheathed. Liu Qingfeng was standing behind him at some point, holding a burning firewood in his left hand and the sword in his right hand was unsheathed.
The two slowly walked into the courtyard, and the scene in front of them was terrifying and tragic.
I saw that the four big Mongolian horses pulling the cart were lying in a pool of blood, their mouths were still breathing hot breath, and they could not even make a mournful sound.
The picture is extremely tragic, and the pungent blood in the cold wind is nauseating.
Nie Qingyun was squatting on the ground and vomiting non-stop. Liu Qingfeng slowly opened the car curtain with trembling hands. Fortunately, Zhao Qingming and Wei Qingshu in the car were only drowsy and had no fatal injuries on their bodies.
Liu Qingfeng shook and slapped Zhao Qingming and Wei Qingshu who were still sleeping, but they failed to wake up.
"They just fell under the spell."
Liu Qingfeng looked back and saw that Xiao Ding and Tang Qingqing had arrived in the courtyard at some point.
Tang Qingqing took out a small bottle from her arms, poured out two pills, handed it to Liu Qingfeng, and said: "There are many kinds of incense. One of them is called the soul-destroying incense. It can kill. Without an antidote, they won't wake up."
Liu Qingfeng took the pill and said, "Thank you, Miss Tang, for helping me."
Not daring to neglect at that moment, he immediately fed the two of them to swallow the pills.
Tang Qingqing said: "Open all the car curtains to let the air circulate, and let them lie down again. People who have been hit by this soul-destroying fragrance will have strong hallucinations in their brains. Even if they take the antidote, they will be dead for a while." I can’t tell the difference between dreams and reality.”
Liu Qingfeng said respectfully: "Yes, thank you Miss Tang for your advice."
Xiao Ding looked at Tang Qingqing and said, "Is this soul-stirring and life-killing incense really so powerful?"
Tang Qingqing stared at Xiao Ding, pretending to be angry: "Hmph, you don't believe my eyes. Except for 'Bing Hua Tuo', only my Tang family can understand this soul-destroying fragrance."
"Sick Hua Tuo?"
Tang Qingqing rolled her eyes at Xiao Ding and said jokingly: "You don't even know about Hua Tuo's illness? Oh my God, there is something you don't know about?"
Xiao Ding smiled and said: "I'm not a god, how can I know everything? How can we, the daughter of the Tang Dynasty, be so capable? All the famous poisoners in the world will call you aunt when they see you."
Women naturally don't need compliments, especially when they are praised by someone they like. Xiao Ding just flattered her a few words casually, and Tang Qingqing was already so happy that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.
Tang Qingqing looked proud, and she said unhurriedly: "No one knows the original name of this sick Hua Tuo. We only know that he has extremely high medical skills and a weird personality. He does everything according to his own preferences. The people he wants to save, Even if he is already lying in a coffin, he can save him. If you cut off his head, he will not save the person he does not want to save."
Xiao Ding smiled and said: "If his medical skills are so good, why is he also called Bing Hua Tuo?"
Tang Qingqing sighed: "It is difficult for a doctor to heal himself because he has a strange disease and he cannot cure it himself."
"What kind of strange disease?"
"A disease that causes no one to recognize it, not even oneself! Once this disease attacks, the patient will become a completely different person. His personality, expression, and voice will all become a completely different person. It seems that even the soul does not belong to the body, so this disease is called soul separation syndrome." Tang Qingqing sighed.
Xiao Ding suddenly said: "So sick Hua Tuo made this soul-destroying incense to control his illness?"
Tang Qingqing shook her head and said: "At first, this soul-stirring incense was not an incense, but a medicine, a medicine that can prevent and alleviate soul-leaving syndrome. Gradually, Hua Tuo discovered that this medicine not only can It can sedate people and put others into deep hypnosis. If it is ingested for a long enough time or the dose is large enough, it can even kill someone invisible."
Xiao Ding stopped talking and was pacing back and forth in the yard.
Nie Qingyun did not vomit again. He had vomited everything he had eaten during the day.
Wei Qingshu and Zhao Qingming had regained their consciousness. They looked at the scene in front of them and could not say a word.
Liu Qingfeng stepped forward and briefly explained the situation to the two of them.
Xiao Ding put his hands behind his back, stood still, and said calmly: "Now we have two ways. First, wait for dawn and send two people to the inn to buy four more horses; second, cremate the body of Master Zhao on the spot. Take the ashes with you on the road.”
After a pause, he continued: "I'm just not sure where the inn is, how long it will take to get back and forth, and I don't know if Bing Hua Tuo will become addicted to horse killing, and then secretly kill the horses he bought."
Although there are two ways in Xiao Ding's words, the meaning could not be more obvious.
Tang Qingqing tilted her head and asked, "Isn't there a third option?"
Xiao Ding smiled, a strange smile, and said with a smile: "Yes, why not? If the horse is gone, there will still be people. Two people pull a cart. If they go fast, they should be able to reach Qingcheng Mountain before New Year's Eve." "
Tang Qingqing said angrily: "Seriously."
Xiao Ding shrugged helplessly and said: "What I said was serious. Now that the opponent has appeared, he will never give up. Although only one sick Hua Tuo has been found so far, but next, will there be another one?" Two, the third..."
When he saw no one interrupted, he continued: "Bing Hua Tuo only killed the horses, but did not kill anyone. This proves that his martial arts is not as good as his medical skills. He cannot guarantee that he can restrain two people at the same time without being killed by the people in the room." No one discovered it. But he could quietly approach the carriage and cast the soul-stirring incense, which shows that his Qinggong is not low. Especially since we have never seen the appearance of Bing Huatuo, secretly there is an opponent with excellent Qinggong and good use of poison. , it’s a big headache.”
Liu Qingfeng said: "We, the Qingcheng Sect, have no enmity with this sick Hua Tuo in the past and now. Why is he doing this?"
Nie Qingyun said coldly: "As the saying goes, the power of morality makes one stupid. The appearance of this person is inseparable from the Qinglong Society and the Money Gang."
Xiao Ding said quietly: "You four must decide quickly. Bing Huatuo's purpose is to prevent us from rushing back to Qingcheng Mountain as soon as possible, proving that something major is about to happen to the Qingcheng Sect. Maybe the group of people from the Qinglong Society has already started. Take action.”
The four of them were shocked, and Zhao Qingming bowed and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ding, for reminding me."
He turned to look at the other three people and said, "In order to get back to Qingcheng Mountain as soon as possible, let's cremate my father's body on the spot."
All three nodded in agreement.
Fortunately, there was enough firewood readily available in the temple.
The pile of firewood has been set up, and each of the four talented people in Qingcheng holds a torch and lights the pile of firewood from the four corners.
The flames of dry wood burst into the sky with a crackling sound.
Tang Qingqing whispered: "I wonder if the sick Hua Tuo is hiding in secret and peeping, or if he has any evil plans."
Xiao Ding smiled and said, "Don't worry, I guarantee he won't show up again tonight."
