The bright moonlight was gradually obscured by a layer of black clouds, shrouding Qipanling with a veil of mystery. The surrounding wine shops and inns were deathly silent. Zhao Zhengli, who was corroded by the poison, began to become manic. Tens of thousands of ants eating his heart were not enough to express his pain at this moment. Shao Zhou, who was dying on the ground, was extremely calm. He was overly frightened and even numb.
Zhang Ziya was seriously injured internally and was recuperating in a pile of dirt. The Bi sisters and Yu Xiaowei went to the "Fengxi Tower" to look for important luggage. Li Zhanyi stayed by Zhao Zhengli's side. She was anxious but could do nothing because the poison of Taoist Master Zhao had completely penetrated the five internal organs.
Shao Zhou, who was on the ground, suddenly grinned. He didn't know why he was laughing. Maybe he wanted to provoke the black devil and make him happy.
The black devil was enraged, but it didn't go as he wished. The devil-like Daochang Zhao suddenly grinned. The smile on his face as he endured severe pain looked ferocious. He cut his palm open and blood like ink flowed out. Shao Zhou's pupils shrank, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged.
Just as he thought, the madman dropped black blood into his mouth and nose, allowing him to suck the poison-contaminated blood. When two drops of black blood entered his mouth and nose, he only felt slightly cold, and his breathing suddenly hurt, and his throat was torn.
Such torture made him unbearable. Zhao Zhengli reached out with his claws and drew out two drops of poison with powerful Qi. Although his body was also eroded by Qi, it was far more painful than the poisonous blood. Shao Zhou gasped for breath as if he had been reborn. .
Daochang Zhao whispered playfully: "Say it?"
Although he spoke very quietly, Shao Zhou could hear Death's anger.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Zhengli added another four or five drops of black blood. He also slapped the acupuncture points all over his body to spread the poisonous blood evenly. Shao Zhou was tortured until he convulsed. Zhao Zhengli did not hesitate to feed him as he was just one step away from dying. He took a qi-nourishing pill, and then tapped his acupuncture points to let him feel the effect of the poison to the maximum extent. When the qi was gone, Zhao Zhengli used his true energy to draw out the poisonous blood.
Shao Zhou had been in despair many times. This was more cruel than cutting him into pieces with a thousand cuts. He was so painful that he fainted and then woke up from the coma. Each time, the demon could accurately control the limit of his endurance.
Li Zhanyi and Zhang Ziya looked at it with numbness on their heads. This guy should go to the Ministry of Punishment and become a minister.
Zhao Zhengli still grinned: "Actually, I hope you can hold on for a little longer, otherwise once you die, I won't have any more fun. After all, having you here can distract me properly and reduce the pain."
As he spoke, he prepared for the third wave of torture. Shao Zhou was so frightened that he trembled and said weakly: "I said, I said."
It's not that Shao Zhou is stubborn, it's just that he knew that he wanted to anger Zhao Zhengli in the end, but he didn't think that it would be so difficult to die. If he had known that he should have taken the initiative to die in the melee, at least he would have a happy ending.
He said weakly: "There is a reward for you on the underground black market in Changle Hall. There is no way to check the employer's information in the black market. I don't know the specific name, but I heard that the first reward letter was sent from the capital, so it should be from the capital." .”
After Zhao Zhengli heard this, he glanced at Li Zhanyi, and she nodded slightly. Apparently she had some knowledge of the Changleguan black market and agreed with Shao Zhou's statement.
Now that he has asked clearly, he poured the drawn black blood ruthlessly into it again. The instigator of the night attack on Fengxi Tower must pay double the price. After this incident, Zhao Daozhang realized that bad guys cannot be left behind. If he had seen Xiao Dai wielding the knife with his own eyes, This incident is impossible. As the ancients concluded, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
As Shao Zhou struggled to die, he stopped watching. The only thing he hated was that he couldn't find the real murderer. With his worries already gone, it was as if the last trace of vitality had been drained from Daochang Zhao's body; he fell down in the mountains of Qipanling.
He fell so suddenly that Li Zhanyi and Zhang Ziya were not prepared.
At that time, in the ruins under the night sky, Biyu shouted happily: "Taoist priest, I found tea oil and sulfur. I will boil water for you right away. Just hold on!"
After hearing this, Birou hurried forward, and then began to look for the boiling water container.
Zhang Ziya looked at the busy backs of the two women from a distance and had mixed feelings for a moment. He felt Zhao Zhengli's weak breath and said, "You are so lucky. You will still have this beautiful woman thinking about you until you die."
Li Zhanyi frowned and kicked him: "Why don't you go help boil the water?"
Although Zhang Ziya was seriously injured, he still had some breath at least. Since he was personally ordered by Li Zhanyi, he naturally did not dare to neglect and would not frown even if he was asked to fight again.
A fire was lit on the ruins of Fengxi Tower, shining like stars in the night sky. There was an iron bucket on it, steaming. Zhao Zhengli, who was covered in poison, slanted into the bucket. His breath was weak, like a candle flickering in the wind. Bright and dark, Yu Xiaowei controlled the firewood, and Li Zhanyi and Zhang Ziya used their true energy to drive the poison that invaded his five internal organs, but it was still to no avail, and they could only feel that the heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.
The sisters of the Bi family were choked with tears: "Taoist Priest, hold on!"
The two of them used sticks in their hands to frantically stir the tea oil and sulfur water. They didn't care that the skin on their palms peeled off. They just hoped that the sulfur water would suppress the poison a lot. They didn't know why they were so sad about the bad Taoist priest they had known for several months. , maybe it’s because there is no other person in the world who would risk his life to save them like him, or maybe the two sisters are afraid of returning to the loneliness of relying on each other.
The sky is getting brighter, and the ruins of Fengxi Tower are still burning with fire, but the faces of the people around the fire are full of sadness. The Bi family sisters have red and swollen eyes, and they are staring at the bucket with cracked and white lips, and the whole body is dark. Zhao Zhengli closed his eyes.
Zhang Ziya weakly regained his vitality and sighed: "Dead..."
Already seriously injured, he forced himself to save Zhao Zhengli's life for half a night, leaving him with only half a breath left.
Li Zhanyi frowned and tried a few more times, but finally stopped helplessly and shook his head at the Bi sisters.
Yu Xiaowei felt complicated. The person who could even be beaten away by the pseudo-grandmaster actually encountered an accident on the way to Beijing? Is the bad Taoist priest she has never seen through really dead?
She nervously stretched out her slender fingers stained with charcoal dust and tested Zhao Zhengli's breath. It was slightly cool and lifeless. This was Yu Xiaowei's first feeling. She retracted her arm in shock. Why do you feel lost? Shouldn't we be happy when a dirty Taoist priest dies? Just because he looks good?
The Bi sisters didn't believe it. The two of them poured a small amount of true energy into Zhao Zheng's body time and time again. The acupuncture points were tapped again and again, and they were patted again and again. There was still no response from the body, and it even gradually became cold.
The Taoist priest inside the iron barrel looked very quiet and peaceful.
At this moment, Zhao Zhengli's consciousness was hazy and blurred, and the true energy in his body was calm. His body was dissipating step by step and he was on the verge of death. At the same time, traces of mysterious substances seeped out from his flesh and bones, pale gold; like a liquid, filled with endless mysteries, full of vitality, and filling every moment. An inch of skin is not hindered by true energy; poison and flesh slowly blend together.
That pale golden substance is the medicinal effect of Dragon Tiger Pill dormant in the body. It is the magic medicine of Longhu Mountain. It is refined from hundreds of rare medicinal materials such as white bamboo silkworm, Wulingzhi, borneol, polygonum multiflorum, cinnabar and so on. Every day Herbal medicines all pay attention to their growth years. Herbal medicines are collected at specific times in four seasons and December. It takes several years, even decades, to collect the medicinal materials alone.
This elixir can only be refined by the Dragon and Tiger Thousand Years Alchemy Cauldron, and it still needs to be controlled by earth fire. Even if you are not careful at this step, all your previous efforts will be wasted. Even if it is finally released, it may not be perfect. The "Dragon and Tiger Alchemy" records that one furnace can be used for hundreds or thousands of years. There are only three pills, and one or two pills are good luck. Most of them are defective products, or even a failure. This shows how precious the Dragon and Tiger Pills are.
It is precious and naturally has magical effects. Although it is not as capable of bringing the dead back to life as the elixir, it can also restore the life of a dying person, and it is even easier to open the muscles and pull out the pulse.
The changes in Zhao Zhengli's body did not have any shocking phenomena, let alone any bright light. From the great road to simplicity, all things return to ruins. Under the calm surface, a heaven-defying transformation is taking place, just like a silkworm chrysalis sheds its shell, emerges from the cocoon and transforms into a butterfly.
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Direction of Beijing.
At the top of the attic of a deep house, which overlooks half of the capital, it is the second tallest building after the Royal Palace's stupa. Two people are playing chess by lamplight on the attic chessboard, an old monk with a bald head and twelve ring scars, and a white-haired and white-bearded man. The old Taoist priests all stared closely at the chessboard, where the black and white chess pieces were strangled in a chaotic manner.
The old monk asked: "Why is it that the stupa in the palace is obviously higher than your library, but you can see farther from the lower place?"
The old man smiled: "Because I have gone to the high place of the stupa to look at it, and when I go back to the lower place, I will naturally see a different scene."
The old monk asked again: "Do you know that the little Taoist priest will be hunted down and forcibly removed from the poison?"
The old man Luo Zi said: "Not entirely! It's just a matter of cherishing talent."
The old monk laughed and said, "These words don't seem to come from your mouth, Tianshi Zhao! The world's geniuses are only eighty if they are not one hundred. Why did you feed the Dragon Tiger Pill into the mouth of that little Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain? Could it be?" Seeing as we both have the surname Zhao, right?"
The old man was startled, and glanced at the shiny old monk opposite him from the corner of his eye: "Then, as a national master, what do I do?"
The old monk immersed himself in thinking about the situation on the chessboard: "Old monk naturally thinks that the Heavenly Master cares about the face of the old Taoist priests in Qingcheng Mountain. After all, there is more than one genius named Zhao in the world, and there is only one in Qingcheng Mountain."
Zhao Tianshi did not reply and nodded solemnly on his forehead.
The two of them played chess and counted pieces; the old monk asked again: "Does Master Zhao think that little Taoist priest can successfully enter the capital?"
Zhao Tianshi paused for a few seconds and said calmly: "Look at his fortune!"
Only the sound of falling stones was left in the attic.
half a moment;
The old monk in the attic complained: "If you lose, lose, grandma. I can't beat you every time. I thought I could get two Dragon and Tiger Pills!"
"One more round?"
"I'm not coming, I'm not coming, I'd better go back and ring the bell and chant the Buddha's name to calm my mind. Playing chess with you will break the precept not to lie sooner or later, and I will definitely fall into the evil path!"
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It's almost early morning.
Yu Xiaowei and others looked heavy, and the Bi sisters cried the most sadly. They dragged Zhao Zhengli's body with a piece of wood, intending to cross Qipan Ridge to find a feng shui place to bury it. The horses were frightened and ran away last night, so everyone had to climb up the mountain on foot. Qipanling, go to Qipanguan Station to show your official identity, and then get the horses.
At the moment when the sun rose, a few people stood on the top of Qipangling, with Qipanguan behind them and Daxi River leading to Langjiang in front. They stared at the ruins of the mountain col next to the river for a long time, and the endless words finally melted away. Make a long sigh.
Digging a hole was easy for several monks. Zhang Ziya held his breath and concentrated, and dug out a hole several meters deep with one shot. However, for the sake of comfort and beauty, he spent more time until it was high enough for Taoist Zhao's eight feet to lie flat on his back.
The sisters of the Bi family carried Daochang Zhao into the pit with their own hands, and then placed the Purple Yang Sword, which he had only used once, on his chest. Birou trembled when she touched his chest, and reached out to touch it in disbelief: "Heart...beating?"
Biyu thought she was too sad and confused, so she wanted to help her out of the pit. Birou quickly grabbed her and said with trembling excitement: "Really...really, alive...alive!"
Biyu's expression gradually became shocked, and then she put her ear against Zhao Zhengli's strong chest. "Dong Dong! Dong Dong!" came from under the chest. Her heartbeat sounded like thunder or bells in Biyu's ears, hitting her heart one after another. superior.
The tears that were finally stopped burst out of my eyes uncontrollably again: "I'm really... alive!"
Yu Xiaowei and others on the pit saw the two sisters crying and laughing like crazy, and they were instantly frightened.
