Inside a dilapidated thatched hut.
Cheng Ying, whose injuries were simply treated, struggled to hold up his upper body and looked out. At a glance, he saw a tall and tall stranger in green clothes standing at the door, with his back to him at this time.
"Senior, where is my cousin?" Seeing that this strange guest remained silent, Cheng Ying suppressed her uneasiness and asked carefully.
"Senior? Haha"
Cheng Ying found that the strange man in green clothes in front of him suddenly disappeared from his field of vision. In the blink of an eye, a pale dead face suddenly appeared in front of him.
"ah!!?"
The sudden appearance of the stranger frightened Cheng Ying so much that he stepped back and huddled against the wall.
"Noisy!"
The weirdo's left hand grabbed Cheng Ying's little hand like electricity to restrain her from moving, and then he gently patted the back of her hand three times with his right hand.
The frightened Cheng Ying suddenly felt a slight sting on his vest, and almost fainted from the shock. The scene before coma suddenly came to mind. He stared at the strange guest in front of him and shouted in a trembling voice: "Master, Ying can't stand it anymore."
Cheng Ying's lips were now white and she was trembling, presumably because she was enduring the pain.
"Hmph, if you call me wrong again, it won't be so easy." The stranger tapped his fingers, and three looming silver needles were vaguely visible on the back of Cheng Ying's hand, and he picked them out.
It turns out that this is a unique hidden weapon called a bone-attached needle. It is Huang Laoxie's unique hidden weapon. As long as he reaches out and touches the enemy lightly, the needle will penetrate deep into the flesh and be firmly nailed into the joints of the bones.
Poison is fed into the needle, but its effects slowly take effect. Six times a day, it circulates through the blood vessels, causing the person to experience all kinds of unspeakable and severe pain. For a while, he is not allowed to die, but he will be tortured for a year or two before taking his life. .
People who are good at martial arts use their kung fu to resist, but the more they block, the more painful it becomes. The pain they experience is like adding fuel to the fire, making it even more severe. But people with good kung fu, when they reach this point, have to grit their teeth and use their kung fu forcefully, knowing that it is Drink poison to quench thirst. The next time the poison strikes, it will be even more violent, but you can only block it for a while.
But the three needles he stabbed into Cheng Ying were not poisonous. But if the silver needles penetrated the body's bones, how could Cheng Ying, a sick person, bear it? If not to say that Huang Laoxie acted both righteously and evilly, he could even do this to the little disciple he had just accepted, just because she called her by the wrong name.
He is really a moody evil man, no wonder he is called 'Eastern Evil'.
Seeing Yaoshi Huang take back the unknown silver needle, Cheng Ying looked at the former in fear and said: "Master, where is my cousin? Is she still okay?"
Huang Yaoshi glanced at Cheng Ying indifferently: "Take care of yourself, she has hooked up with someone from the Quanzhen Sect."
Hearing this, a big stone in Cheng Ying's heart quietly fell. After struggling, she saluted Huang Yaoshi, who had a stiff face: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life, Ying."
Before Cheng Ying could finish speaking, a double image appeared in his eyes, and he stumbled onto the bed.
Huang Yaoshi quickly supported Cheng Ying's body with quick eyes and hands, and gently placed her on the straw bed. Then he took out a Jiuhua Jade Dew Pill with two fingers and gave it to Cheng Ying to take. After doing all this, Huang Yaoshi walked out of the house with his hands behind his back. .
"He is a loving and kind little baby."
"Dongzhang, after four years of separation, you have made quite a name for yourself in the world."
Thinking of that young man who was just as unruly and rebellious, Huang Yaoshi's stiff face actually showed an incomprehensible smile.
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain.
Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu came to the place where Cheng Ying's accident happened again. They saw Qiu Chuji staring at the blood stains on the ground in silence for a while, and then suddenly jumped into the long grass beside the road. Following the sound of the sword being unsheathed, large tracts of long grass Then it broke off, revealing a long sword nailed into the soil slope.
That was Zhao Zhijing's sword.
"This is..." Ma Yu, who followed shortly after, looked at the long sword pulled out by Qiu Chuji.
"Well, it's the traitor's sword." Qiu Chuji said solemnly, staring at the clear word 'Zhao' on the sword's spine.
"Uncle! Then my cousin." Lu Wushuang didn't care about this. She only cared about Cheng Ying's safety.
Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu and the other two glanced at Lu Wushuang, who had no master, and said: "Don't worry, Cheng Ying must have been rescued. The sword has penetrated the earth very deeply. This cannot be done without certain skills. How can the traitor still do it?" Far from this, the person who comes here is an expert."
Hearing this, Lu Wushuang let out a sigh of relief, but now that Cheng Yingsheng didn't see dead people or corpses, everything was just speculation, so he had to look at the two people anxiously.
"Wushuang, you go up the mountain and wait first. We know that Cheng Ying's life is not in danger. It won't help if you try to interfere. Master Ma and I are here." Qiu Chuji sent Lu Wushuang back to the mountain without any doubt, because what happened next was indeed true. Cheng Ying, who is of low strength, cannot participate.
Looking at Qiu Chuji's calm and confident expression, Lu Wushuang hesitated, but finally compromised and walked to Chongyang Palace: "Then I'll bother you, Master."
"Go ahead."
Mongolian camp.
Jinlun Dharma King and Xiaoxiangzi Nimoxing, who had already returned to the camp, sat in the tent and looked at each other. No one said anything, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward. The three masters teamed up to sneak attack and poison, and Zhou Botong was able to escape. When this happened, it was a bit of a slap in the face when word spread about it.
But it was an indisputable fact. The three of them didn't know how to explain themselves to the Fourth Prince at the moment. They lost interest in talking for a while and just drank alone.
"Report!"
The three of them were drinking wine when their thoughts were interrupted by an urgent message from the herald.
"What's the matter?"
"Returning Master, Taoist Master Hao from the Quanzhen Sect is here to visit."
"Oh? What is he here for?" He and Xiaoxiangzi Nimoxing looked at each other slightly, and His Holiness also saw doubts in the other person's eyes.
The Quanzhen Sect is dominated by the Six Quanzhen disciples. It has maintained a neutral attitude since the Mongols went south. It is neither close nor alienated from our army. When will it take the initiative to visit us?
Do you have anything to ask for? still.
His heart skipped a beat, and the Dharma King thought that he and others had just planned to murder Zhou Botong, and then people from the Quanzhen Sect came to the door. Could it be because he was not successful?
Thinking of this, the Dharma King quietly gave Xiaoxiangzi and Nimoxing a look, then waved his hand and said, "Please come quickly."
"yes!"
After a while, Hao Datong walked into the camp under the leadership of the herald, followed by two third-generation disciples. When he saw the Dharma King sitting at the head, Hao Datong immediately raised his hands and said: "It's okay for the master to come in."
The Dharma King quietly observed his expression and found that there was nothing unusual about him, so he also stood up to greet him: "Daoist Master Hao, how are you doing? You are such a noble and troubled person. We have been neighbors for a long time, and today we finally have your noble sect. Come, come." Come on, please sit down."
Hao Datong motioned to the disciples behind him to offer gifts, and then walked into the banquet, next to Xiao Xiangzi.
"This is Taoist Master Hao?" After receiving the gifts from the two Quanzhen Taoist priests, Fawang looked at Hao Datong.
"Small gifts are disrespectful."
"Hey, if you have nothing to do, don't go to the Three Treasures Hall." Xiaoxiangzi on the side suddenly smiled sinisterly.
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These words made Hao Datong's face stiffen, but he continued down the slope: "Indeed, Imperial Master, I really came here to ask questions about this matter."
"Oh? I really want to be able to help your sect, but why?" Putting the things on the table, the Dharma King looked at Hao Datong in confusion.
After looking at the three people with different looks, Hao Datong said slowly: "I taught Zhao Zhijing, the eldest disciple of Senior Brother Yuyangzi. I heard that he was a guest here the day before yesterday. I wonder where he is now."
Are you here for him?
The three Fawangs looked at each other secretly. The former laughed loudly and said: "Yes, Taoist Zhao was indeed a guest in my camp the day before yesterday, but he went back that day. What? Didn't he go back? Taoist Hao, what are you...?"
Hao Datong's eyes slowly passed over the faces of the three people, and he suddenly stood up, cupped his hands and said, "That's the Imperial Master. I'll take my leave."
After saying that, he led his entourage towards the door curtain.
Just after taking two steps, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the tent, and an iron claw went straight towards the door facing Hao Datong.
"Come as you say! Leave as you say! Is this your Chongyang Palace?"
It was so uncomfortable that I recovered a little and started to resume updates.
(End of chapter)
