"Dad, his internal organs are already necrotic! Poison! The "Book of Medicine King" records many ways to make people's internal organs necrotic. But his method..." Cheng Qichuan pinched his chin and looked at him The hollow inner body said: "Only Xiaoyaosan can do this. It is said that the person who created this poison was a figure of the same period as Wu Jun. This poison needs to be made from mandala unique to the Longtan Forbidden Area. Two to ten thousand dollars!" Cheng Qichuan shook his head and said, "It's such a fuss to make such a poison! Nowadays, only Liuli Hall has this thing!"
"Liu Li Tang?" Cheng Suhe frowned, turned to look to the south, and said with his hands behind his back: "Those scheming people in Liu Li Tang. Ha! I have to find some time to go to Yantai Mountain to sit there."
Liuli Hall is a famous sect in the southeast. The members of the sect only use hidden weapons and poison, and their methods are extremely despicable, so they are often discussed in private by people from all walks of life.
"There's no rush, Ah Chuan, hurry up and call your uncles over."
Cheng Qichuan nodded and left. A moment later, Cheng Qichuan led three men to the woods. They are tall and thin, and they are Sword Saint Huanglong, Literary Saint Cangzhu and Spear Saint Mo Zhanqiu among the Four Saints of Qingcheng. The remaining Sword Saint is Cheng Suhe himself.
Huang Long is tall and thick, with a beard all over his face. He is nine feet tall. He is the tallest among the Four Sages. He has a beard all over his face. One of his arms is thicker than Cheng Qichuan's thigh. Fortunately, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes, which makes him quite tough. , otherwise, Cheng Qichuan would be so frightened that his legs would become weak just by seeing him; Mo Zhanqiu, whose real name is Mo Ji, whose courtesy name is Zhanqiu. He is about the same height as Huang Long, but a few points shorter, but his figure is lean. His erect facial features and a pair of overlord eyes are very domineering, and the long beard on his chin makes him look even more powerful. No one knows the name of Literary Saint Cangzhu, not even him. He was wearing plain clothes and playing with his Fusu fan. He was Cheng Qichuan's teacher. He loved drinking and writing poems on weekdays.
At this time, Cangzhu unfolded the Fusu Fan, fanned to the side, and said with some disgust: "Suhe, why are you calling the three of us?" Then he put away the fan and pointed at Er Er who was hanging on the tree. The person said: "How could the people from Qianlong Hall hang themselves here? And be tortured like this?" Then Cheng Suhe told what happened.
Before Cangzhu could speak, Huang Long clenched his fists and said in a rough voice: "Damn Qianlongtang! Twenty years ago, when he ascended to the fourth position in the world, he became arrogant and domineering, oppressing all sects wantonly. Now it's They are targeting our Qingcheng faction!"
"Huang Long, we can't make a conclusion now. What if they didn't do it?" Cheng Suhe stepped forward and patted Huang Long on the shoulder.
"Now that Qianlong Hall dares to hang two dead people at the door of our Qingcheng sect, next time they dare to attack us in Qingcheng Mountain!" Huang Long's eyes widened angrily, pointing at the two dead people and said fiercely: "I'm not talking about you, As the current head of our Qingcheng Sect and the eleventh generation successor! If you don’t take the lead in resisting, forget it, but you will kill your own prestige!"
"I'm not killing my own prestige, Master Daojun said..." Before Cheng Suhe could finish speaking, Huang Long interrupted: "Master Daojun, Master Daojun, you keep talking about Master Daojun's words all day long. Twenty years ago, Lord Dao ordered the descendants of the Qingcheng sect not to participate in the battles in the world for a hundred years. The purpose was not to fight with the world and to pursue the way to immortality. But what does Qianlongtang think of us? He thinks of us. It’s a soft persimmon, you can pinch it if you want!”
Cheng Suhe was scolded for a moment and didn't know what to do. At this time, Mo Zhanqiu, who had been silent next to him, suddenly shouted: "Have you had enough trouble? Now is the time for us to discuss countermeasures, not for rebellion!" Mo Zhanqiu stared with a pair of overlord eyes. The two of them looked majestic and majestic with their black hair flowing freely. Huang Long, who was still shouting suddenly, was speechless by this sentence.
"What should we do now? Let's discuss it quickly!" Mo Zhanqiu said sternly with his overlord eyes still open.
Cangzhu unfolded his Fusu Fan, fanned himself and said, "This matter is important. Let's take these two to Daojun Peak first and report to Lord Jun!" After saying that, he turned around and left, fanning himself as he walked.
Cheng Qichuan followed behind him, tugged at his clothes and asked curiously: "Sir, what is Qianlong Hall? What happened twenty years ago? The old man on Daojun Peak is Lord Daojun. Huh? I often see him, why do you never let me get close?"
Cangzhu was a little impatient, waved his fan and said, "Don't worry so much, kid. You will get to know Mr. Dao soon!"
