On the bronze carved hanging lamp, the candle was still burning like a beeping sound. A foot below the hanging lamp, a wall brick had sunk in.
"Click, click, click..."
Mu Qing slowly withdrew his hand amid the hard sound of the machine sliding.
After consciously regaining most of his strength, he couldn't wait to go out and find other people. He really didn't want anyone to have any more accidents.
After leaving the secret room, there is actually only one secret passage. You can walk along the dimly lit secret passage for a while, and then you will reach the bifurcation that can lead to the left and right.
Shaoyao once said that there were very complicated secret passages underground in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and even invited him to hide and seek through the secret passages.
Although the two siblings were still young at that time, he was obviously much more sensible. However, facing two secret passages with the same lack of light and markings, Mu Qing regretted his original sensibility.
After standing still for a moment, Mu Qing chose to go to the right with his notes. Unexpectedly, a faint smell of blood drifted from the secret passage on the left.
Mu Qing went to the left without hesitation, looking for the smell of blood and turned in several directions. Half a cup of tea passed, and now he arrived near the destination. The closer Mu Qing got, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became. He The solemnity and doubt between his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
In front of Mu Qing's eyes was a door similar to the secret room he came out of. It was integrated with the entire wall. It would be difficult to get in if he couldn't find the switch.
Mu Qing did not rush to find the mechanism to open the door. He raised his shoulders and was stunned for a moment. Then he took a few strong breaths, then walked to the door and smelled. After confirming again and again, Mu Qing was relieved.
No wonder he could come here looking for something even though he was so far away.
Not only because his spiritual consciousness has improved slightly now, but also because he also has the smell of blood, but it is much lighter.
"Most of them are the clothes I changed into..."
For Mu Qing, who has received professional training in Hidden Valley, such an obvious trace of smell is really a sign of confusion. As soon as he woke up, his thoughts were on the girls of Wanhua Valley. It was not until now that he realized that his clothes had been Instead of running away.
"It seems that my uncle and senior sister used my clothes to mislead others. I just don't know who changed the clothes for me? Did Shaoyao change them after his injury healed?"
The thoughts in his mind fluctuated with his brows that sometimes relaxed and sometimes furrowed. Mu Qing's eyes fell on a wall tile, "If you press it hastily, you might waste the trap that senior sisters and the others have painstakingly set up after opening the door."
Mu Qing's ability to make this subconscious judgment was entirely due to his many years of training as Hidden Valley assassins. After all, when Hidden Valley taught them, they were taught how to use their own "omissions" to set up traps when escaping.
After thinking for a moment, thinking that Shaoyao and the others still didn't know where they were, Mu Qing suppressed his curiosity and decided to preserve his strength without wasting any time. He turned all the way to the left and decided to return to the ground first.
The afternoon sun shines through the yellow light pillars outside the half-collapsed courtyard wall. The tiny dust particles keep jumping in the light pillars, seeming to cheer that they have been given life by the sunlight, and also seem to tell the eyes. The person who falls here is so depressed.
Huai Caoshi withdrew his gaze. He had been so busy treating several people in the secret room underground that he didn't know what to do day and night. When he returned to the ground, the spirit mist array had automatically stopped operating.
There are also these well-preserved attic courtyards that have been passed down from master to master. They also left more or less ugly traces, big or small, in the turmoil a few days ago.
However, this little damage is nothing compared to the fact that all the spiritual plants in the valley have withered, and the junior sister and the others are still awake.
Huai Cao Shi suppressed her emotions and turned her eyes to Murong Xiu Ming, "Okay, you say it."
Murong Xiu Ming did not intend to understand how Huai Cao Shi became so obedient again. His tone slowed down and he said: "In addition to the condition just now, my adoptive father also asked me to state the following conditions on my behalf."
"All the prescriptions in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, including the prescriptions for refining the Ten Thousand Flowers Pill, are handed over to the Master for safekeeping, so as not to be coveted by outside forces in the future."
Murong Xiuming felt that saying this was a bit like flipping the table in front of his face, so he stopped and looked at Huai Cao Shi, who had a cold expression on his eyebrows.
"The methods and experience of cultivating elixirs in Wanhua Valley have also been summarized and handed over to the leader. As for the reason... In addition to avoiding being coveted by outsiders, I also want the senior sisters in Wanhua Valley to work less. Since the outer disciples have been responsible for some of them before, , it’s better to leave it all to them this time.”
"In addition, from now on, you can no longer keep the elixirs refined in the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley and distribute the profits for yourself. They must all be handed over and distributed by the Zhanglu lineage according to the actual needs of each lineage."
Murong Xiu Ming saw that Huai Cao Shi's face was getting greener and greener, and the depression accumulated in his heart had lessened over the past few days. He showed a smile full of sincerity and kindness and said: "The Four Meridians of Hidden Valley are originally from the same family. They seemed to be inseparable before, but if Master If uncle can agree to these conditions, I believe you will receive the most sincere respect from everyone in Hidden Valley."
Huai Cao Shi tilted his head slightly, his eyes began to follow the floating dust flying up and down in the light beams not far away, and said in an indifferent tone: "Are you done?"
"Well... to be honest, if my uncle agrees to these conditions, the candidate for the fourth elder who was still uncertain will definitely be you." Murong Xiu Ming took a sip of tea and said calmly.
A bright light flashed slightly in Huai Caoshi's eyes, and he pretended to be surprised: "Oh... I thought I would definitely be the fourth elder. Who else are there?"
Murong Xiu Ming raised his head and his eyes stopped for a moment on Ning Chu's expressionless face, which was definitely not curious. He felt bored and looked at the slender figure who had been silently facing the outside of the hospital.
Huai Caoshi looked disgusted and said in a cold tone: "That old guy Murong Yin is really disgusting."
Murong Xiu Ming was not in a hurry to save his adoptive father's face. He smiled helplessly and said, "Isn't this because I know that my uncle and senior sister Ning Chu probably hate us so much that they have such tempers that it is difficult to melt an iceberg, and..."
"The boy's name was Mu Qing that night. I didn't expect that he would be the brother of Junior Sister Shaoyao, let alone a member of our Hidden Valley Assassin lineage. This is not Mr. Baihu's attempt to circumvent his life. Of course we will Grab that kid."
When Murong Xiuming talked about Mu Qing, his narrowed phoenix eyes showed not only cold resentment but also a hint of jealousy and joy. Since you are an assassin trained by Hidden Valley, you will never escape the control of my Zhanglu lineage. Before, it was I didn't pay attention, now I will let the big guy in the invisible field pay more attention to you.
The girl turned around, with her back to the sun. The light and shadow on her already pale face became more and more profound. She stared at Murong Xiu Ming with her big eyes, and said with disbelief and anger: "How did you grow such thick hair?" Shameful, or do you have no shame at all?"
Zhang Shaoyao listened to all Murong Xiuming's conditions, but she could not accept or even understand any of them. Although the girl's head was forced to understand that there will always be bad people in the world who are so bad that they ooze pus, but this It doesn't mean that she can accept the insidiousness and cunningness of these people, or even the naked greed without any bottom line.
You must know that the so-called foreign enemies have already thought that they are dead with the help of brother A Liang. In the end, they are followed one after another by Hidden Valley disciples who have no good intentions. The master's life is still alive in Bai Hu's hands, and now he has disappeared. There is no improvement at all. Brother A Liang is in a weird situation, and even his uncle is helpless. How can such an enemy sit down and negotiate with dignity?
Zhang Shaoyao really couldn't understand it. She wanted to go back to the secret room now to see how her master and brother A Liang were doing.
"It seems that Junior Sister Shaoyao is well protected by your master, Senior Sister and that guy. She is so innocent." Being scolded by a pure girl is shameless. This makes people feel more betrayed than a shrew who is used to scolding others. With his dark side exposed in the scorching sun, Murong Xiuming sneered and said, "It seems that what I said before is right. When Junior Sister Shaoyao becomes an elder, she must first come to our Zhanglu to see and learn more. In the meantime, it will be up to my brother. Let me teach you."
"Must be better than that guy."
Zhang Shaoyao had a youthful and pretty pale face, but his cheeks were stained with a few blushes because of his anger. Murong Xiuming asked in a frivolous tone, as if casually: "I didn't know that guy was so seriously injured. He died." No, otherwise the days to come will be too boring."
Ning Chu had already walked to Zhang Shaoyao's side. She gently held her junior sister's clenched hand, smiled slightly, and calmed her emotions. Only when she occasionally looked at the rockery outside the hospital from the corner of her eye did she show a hint of crazy murderous intent. .
Huai Cao Shi waited for Murong Xiu Ming to act like a clown, then said slowly: "Can we talk?"
She was looking at Chen Qing and Jiang Shangxiu.
Chen Qing lowered his eyebrows and remained silent, while Jiang Shangxiu said with a rather easy-going smile: "The negotiation is nothing more than a process where you ask for a high price and I sit back and pay back the money, and then compete for chips in the end. Then it depends on the sincerity of both parties."
When he said this, he actually expressed his attitude, that is, he would not participate and would just be a quiet witness.
Huai Caoshi nodded and said lightly: "From now on, we will only keep 10% of the elixirs produced in Wanhua Valley, and we don't have to take any profits."
The first clause of the Huai Cao poem is tantamount to a killer move. No one sitting here will take the conditions put forward by Murong Xiu Ming seriously.
There are hundreds of types of elixirs produced in Wanhua Valley. They are available to ordinary people and sold in large quantities, such as poison-clearing pills, and there are also valuable elixirs needed by monks, among which Wanhuadan is the most popular. .
In the past, the connection between Wanhua Valley and Hidden Valley was that Quanfu collected most of the raw materials for making medicines from Wanhua Valley, and other branches provided some smart people. The refined elixirs were divided into 73%, and Wanhua Valley could keep 30%. The government took away 70%.
Of the 70% profit from the sale of the elixir, Wanhua Valley will still account for 30%.
As for how to divide the pills taken out, and how to divide the profits after selling them, as the third elder in charge of Quan Mansion, he has been troubled by this matter, but it is troublesome. Only by seeing it with his own hands, Chen Qing can best understand Huai Cao. How much profit can be lost from this simple sentence of poetry.
