After bumping into Ningxia, Brother Xuanyi ran back to Qingsong Inn as if he was running away, then turned around and got into a certain guest room.
Master Pingyang looked at the person who came in with a serious look, and said softly: "Did you get your hand?"
Monk Xuanyi covered his chest, lowered his head and said, "Yes."
"What's wrong with you?" Master Pingyang glanced at the other party's hand, a little confused. Normally, it should be very easy to assassinate a mere qi cultivator. How could there be any harm?
If this person's behavior was discovered, he probably wouldn't have rushed here so quickly.
Seeing that the other party was still silent, Master Pingyang frowned in displeasure. This was a symbol of his displeasure. He felt that his authority had been challenged - by a mediocre foundation-building disciple.
"Tell me! What's going on?!" Pingyang Zhenren slammed down the tea cup, and the crisp sound of ceramics hitting the pear wood table further broke the heart of monk Xuanyi who was on the verge of collapse.
Fang Ru saw that the monk Xuanyi fell to his knees on the ground, walked to the feet of Zhenren Pingyang, kowtowed to him several times, and said with tears streaming down his face: "Zhenjun, please save this villain. Life, now only you can save me. Please save my life for the sake of my sister."
Master Pingyang seemed to be frightened. He shrank his feet and said to the young man in complete surprise: "What's wrong? Ru Jian, why do you suddenly give such a big gift? Come on, come on. If you have something to say, get up and say it. Stop lying down." ." But he didn't move, looking at the top of the young man's head leisurely, his eyes dark.
In an instant, the young man could no longer lift his head. He was lying on the ground and shaking violently. He changed from kneeling to curling up on his side, as if he had been fished out of the water. He was still mumbling: "Real person, please help me...please...help." After a while, he fainted and lost consciousness.
Pingyang Zhenren squatted on the ground, his pampered palm gently ruffled the young man's forehead, and carefully fixed the messy collar of the young man. His eyes were gentle, as if he were looking at a child sleeping sweetly.
He picked up the young man, placed him on the couch, and gently covered him with a quilt.
"Ajian, let me teach you one more lesson, and it will be the last lesson." Master Pingyang said in a brisk tone, as if he had thought of something interesting.
In the huge silent room, he opened his thin lips and whispered into the young man's ear: "Only the dead can keep secrets forever."
Master Pingyang stood up, suppressed all his gentle expressions, patted his cassock as if to clean away the dust on his body, and spat out two cold words.
"Good night."
Pingyang Zhenren, who had already closed the door, did not see that someone who had lost consciousness on the bed was shaking his fingers violently.
Hearing the chaotic sounds downstairs, Master Pingyang raised the corners of his mouth slightly and greeted the person with a relaxed expression.
"Has the arrangement been made?" Taoist Qing Yi looked at the other party sideways and asked casually.
"alright."
The two of them walked slowly to a house on the east side.
Master Pingyang suddenly stopped and asked: "Aning, the tea we just had tasted good, but it's a pity that the Taoist refused to sell it to us. Otherwise, what happened next would not have happened."
"Yes, haha, yes, it is indeed a pity." The Qingyi Taoist replied with a smile on his face.
"It's a pity that we wasted a whole day and only found such a desirable object."
"Yes, we only had tea today." Master Pingyang clapped his hands and laughed.
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Everyone in the Formation Hall laid Ningxia Jinlin and Lin flat on the couch. At this time, both of them were unconscious.
True Lord Yuanheng held the two men's hands respectively, and used his spiritual power to forcefully seal the meridians throughout his body, slowing down the flow of spiritual power in his body.
After doing this, Zhenjun's face was already very dark. I don't know whether it was because of excessive consumption of spiritual energy or because of worry.
Seeing that the two of them were still unconscious, Zhenjun Yuanheng became cruel and mobilized most of the spiritual power in his body to pour it into the two of them.
The two people who had already passed out seemed to be in great pain, with their brows tightening and their veins bulging. The closed eye sockets turned uneasily inside, and the limbs twitched unnaturally, making everyone present feel tense. Especially He Haigong, who was very close to both of them, couldn't bear to move his eyes.
The two people, slightly suspended due to the effect of spiritual power, lay down at the same time, and soon a mouthful of black blood spurted out.
"Alin, how are you doing?" He Haigong threw himself on the edge of the couch and leaned over to see the two of them. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Jin Lin had opened his eyes at this moment, as if he didn't know the situation and was confused.
True Lord Yuan Heng did not care about He Haigong's very rude behavior and moved away so that he could more easily check on his friends.
Master Ming Jing looked at Ning Xia, who had his eyes closed, and frowned: "Zhen Jun, have all their poisons been eliminated?"
"Poison?!" He Haigong exclaimed, holding the edge of the couch. What kind of poison? How come they were suddenly poisoned when they were walking around on the street just fine?
"It's all cleared up. Fortunately, you delivered it in time. This poison is very strong. If the poisoned person is not treated for a long time, he will either die or be injured. If it is later, the person may be crippled." Zhenjun Yuanheng His expression was gloomy, and he was on the verge of rage. The coercion of Nascent Soul Dao Lord overflowed the entire room, showing the violent anger of the person involved.
"I felt something was wrong just now, so I quickly took my pulse and sent it here. Fortunately, you stayed at the inn and didn't go out. Otherwise, the consequences would be disastrous." Having said this, Master Ming Jing was very happy. This was also the luck of the two of them, and they escaped a disaster.
"Jin Lin's poison is shallower and floats on the surface. If treated promptly, she will be fine immediately. Ning Xia's poison has penetrated into the skin and almost hurt her bones and muscles. If you feed her some Yuan-Gui elixirs, the Bodhi bracelet will warm her up. It nourishes the meridians and it only takes a few days."
"Damn it. They were all fine when I saw them. How could they suddenly be poisoned right under my nose? Could it be the poisonous hand of the little girl from Gui Yi Sect?" Master Ming Jing was a little unsure. He didn't think that Gui Yi Sect was poisoned. People are stupid enough to poison themselves in full view of everyone.
"Return to one sect?" Zhenjun Yuanheng keenly captured the key point.
Mirror Mirror narrated the whole thing. Jiang Zheng from Tianxing Pavilion, the senior brothers from Guiyi Sect, and everyone hiding in the market may be the poisoners.
"This..." As he spoke, He Haigong twisted Ning Xia's collar, and an inconspicuous black spot fell on the clothes on the shoulder. It was so small that it was almost impossible to spot it without looking carefully. It was only because He Haigong got very close that he discovered it.
The two elders, who were deep in thought, came over to check out each other's new discoveries. "This is..." The two looked at each other and nodded lightly.
After getting permission, He Haigong carefully pulled apart some of Ningxia's clothes on her left shoulder and covered the other side with a quilt to prevent the girl from exposing too much skin.
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