"Zheng!"
Jiuyin's long sword crossed the young man's neck, and her white fox-like cold face showed evil aura, "Tell me, where did you get the formula of Baiyao!"
Baiyao was developed by Zhao An, and she knew it very well.
Both she and Que'er have used it, but it's definitely not spread out!
The young man calmly took away the edge of her sword and looked directly at Zhao An, "Sir, the world is very big. You may not be the only one who can develop the white medicine. Maybe it is the same?"
"impossible……"
Zhao An clutched the medicine bottle and felt confused.
The taste of the white medicine he prepared will not be wrong, and even if someone develops a medicine with the same amazing effect, there will be differences in the medicinal materials, so this is his recipe!
"Okay, it's time for you two to leave. Leave the rest to us."
The young man smiled and made a gesture of invitation.
Jiuyin frowned and finally helped Zhao An towards the carriage.
Suddenly the female grandmaster came to the carriage and blocked the two of them, "Give me the formula."
Zhao An laughed angrily, looked at her mask, and said with disdain: "Why do you have such a face? Whoever asked me for the formula will give it to you if you do anything for me!"
The other party didn't expect Zhao An to be so irritable, and was immediately confused by the scolding.
She is a majestic grand master who kills the ninth grade like a dog, how dare this kid!
Zhao An approached her and grabbed her by the collar in the manic storm. This scene made the old monk Pu Yuan and the guys wearing bamboo hats dumbfounded.
"You drag me out every day like 2,500,000 to 80,000 yuan. I owe you money or something? I'm right here. If you want the formula or your life, take it! Otherwise, get out!"
Zhao An's thoughts were all muddled now. After a night of fighting and almost dying, coupled with the strange scrolls in the inn and the white medicine he had just taken, he felt an inexplicable irritation filling his chest, unable to contain it and nowhere to vent it.
And he had a hunch that he was being plotted against. This woman looked very attractive, but she would never dare to kill him!
Sure enough, the female grandmaster was grabbed by the collar and cursed like a little chicken, but she just stared at her beautiful eyes in astonishment and did not fight back.
"Kill me, come here!"
Zhao An provoked her, his eyes red.
The night of heavy rain was deathly silent, everyone looked dull, and Jiuyin was also frightened.
The next second, Zhao An groaned, and his arms were cut behind his back by the female grandmaster and he was pinned to the side of the carriage. His face was pressed and deformed. Even so, he was still cursing at the top of his voice: "Kill me if you can, otherwise you and I will His last name!"
"you……"
The female grandmaster was trembling all over, and with the last kick, Zhao An rolled over like a gourd on the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, and got up abruptly to look at her, "Why don't you kill? Aren't you crazy? What kind of grandmaster? I Bah! Hot chicken!"
"Zhou Huang, you'd better shut up and don't force me to do anything."
The woman suppressed her anger and turned around.
Zhao An wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said sarcastically: "The so-called Grand Master is just a clown. He dare not make a move in the face of the Chen family. You are not as good as our Ninth Grade. How did you survive to be so big? A bunch of cowards!"
call out!
There was a flash of white light.
Zhao An was grabbed by the woman's neck and lifted up in the air. Her beautiful eyes were filled with anger, "Are you really going to make me angry?"
Jiuyin hurriedly clasped her fists and said, "Senior, please be patient. He didn't mean it. Sir, he was just stimulated tonight."
Zhao An was obviously afraid of death, but now his bones were surprisingly hard. He struggled and spat blood on the female grandmaster's face.
The female grandmaster's delicate body trembled, and her hanging jade hands were clenched tightly, her knuckles cracking loudly.
Zhao An grinned, "Come and kill me, see if you dare."
"Zhou Huang, I am very disappointed in you, please take care of yourself."
The female grandmaster threw the person out, and Jiuyin ducked and hugged the person, fully alert.
"Since you don't give me the explosive formula, I won't care about you until you beg me."
"Haha, I don't take this Chen family seriously at all. I will destroy the Chen family in a few days!" Zhao An shouted at the woman's back. She said: "Your opponent has never been the Chen family. Wait for you. Once you discover the truth, I hope you can still be as arrogant as you are now."
After saying that, she swayed and disappeared.
Jiuyin helped Zhao An get on the carriage, and Puyuan also got in, still holding the strange scroll in his arms.
Zhao An took out the scroll and stared at it, and said abruptly: "Old monk, the coffin in the painting should be the one where the inn is parked, and the carriage is the one we sit in. What do you mean?"
Puyuan recited the Buddha's name: "Little donor, why do you need to be so arrogant? There are fates in the world. When the time comes, you will naturally know."
"No, there must be something inside."
Zhao An fell into a long silence while holding the scroll.
Inside the inn, the fire was still burning.
The young man in a bamboo hat looked at the silent old woman quietly, clasped his fists and said, "Senior, my master asked this junior to say something."
"What are you talking about?" The old woman held her chin, no longer as weird as before.
"My master said, if something can't be done, why don't seniors go to Fuyun Mountain to sit and talk about Taoism, and no longer care about this glorious world."
What he said made the old woman smile bitterly: "Your master sees more clearly than I do. I have been ups and downs for so many years, and I should have left the capital early. But today I saw a glimmer of hope again. This is the last time." .”
"What do you mean, senior?"
"Go back and tell your master, Kuno Jishu. Try your best to fight for the last time. If it doesn't work, then let my body be taken back."
"yes……"
The young man in a bamboo hat did not dare to disturb him anymore, and led others to collect the coffin and body, and then drove away.
The old woman was the only one left in the huge inn.
She took out a painting from her arms and opened it to see a charcoal sketch. The young man on it was lifelike and exactly what Zhao An looked like.
"Ah sneeze!"
The road back to the capital was long, and Zhao An sneezed several times in a row.
Pu Yuan said: "Someone is silently thinking about the little benefactor, so the little benefactor should cherish his wealth and life."
"Who will miss me? Que'er?"
Zhao An gets a headache when he thinks of Que'er, but judging from the attitude of the great master, he probably won't hurt her, so it's better not to make a deal and let her stay with him all the time. This can also avoid getting involved in court battles and live peacefully. .
It was already very late when the carriage returned to Tianshuiyuan.
Zhao An was shaking and dizzy. He felt a little feverish and his forehead was very hot.
"Sir, you can take the freshly brewed decoction while it's hot."
Xu Ruqing didn't even sleep until now, her pretty face looked haggard. She was even more worried when she saw the bloody clothes on the ground.
Zhao An forced his arms and allowed her to help him change clothes.
After changing into white pajamas, she sat on the edge of the bed and helped feed the medicine spoon by spoon.
Zhao An asked drowsily: "How is Yin'er? She is seriously injured."
"She suffered several stab wounds, which were treated with medicine and bandaged."
"I feel sorry for her. I thought I could use the Grand Master's east wind tonight to wipe out the Chen family's elite in one fell swoop, but I made a mistake."
