Yu Liancheng and others stayed at the inn in the small town.
That night, the moon was high in the sky.
The moonlight shines down, and the stars shine brightly.
Yu Liancheng held a purchased flute and a knife in his hands, and walked up to the roof under the moonlight. He looked around the town with a look of thoughtfulness on his brows.
With the help of two disciples, Monk Xinmei also climbed up to the roof and said, "Could it be that Tan Yue wants to deal with the Five Poison Boy now?"
"Exactly." Yu Liancheng nodded and said with a smile: "Since the Five Poison Boy wants to poison people, he won't be too far away from us. And with my martial arts, as long as I can find the Five Poison Boy, he will die. undoubtedly."
Monk Xinmei frowned and said, "But I heard that the Five Poison Boy kills people invisible and rarely shows up in front of people. It is said that three to four hundred people have died at his hands, but no one has ever seen him."
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "I also heard that the Five Poison Boy was a dwarf, so ugly that he dared not see anyone. I think the legend in the world must be true." He used his inner strength to say this, and it spread far away, covering most of the town. I can hear it, but I don’t know how many people have been awakened from their sweet dreams.
At this moment, a vicious voice suddenly sounded: "Yulian City, if I let you die too quickly, I'll be sorry for you." This voice suddenly came from far and near, left and right, and I don't know where it came from. Come.
Yu Liancheng's guess was indeed correct.
The Five Poison Boys are nearby, in this small town.
Although it was not a big place, there were still hundreds of families living there. It would be too difficult to find the Five Poison Boys with just a few of them.
"You don't have to be sorry to me, because you can only die."
Yu Liancheng smiled slightly: "I bought a flute and a flying knife today. One is to find you, and the other is to kill you. You should be honored to die for allowing me to spend so much time on you."
"Kill me? Haha, you probably don't know how powerful I am." The vicious voice of the Five Poison Boy sounded again.
Yu Liancheng didn't reply, he started playing the flute.
Moonlight, flute, boy in black...
This is a very artistic picture, but the sound of the flute is high and low, like a ghost crying or a wolf howling. It is sad and unpleasant, but it seems to faintly reveal a strange power, which makes people's hearts shake. ,
Not long after, the sound of the flute changed again, but it was the same unpleasant and strange sound.
Monk Xinmei frowned, completely unaware of what Yu Liancheng was doing.
Could it be that the sound of the flute can force the Five Poison Boys out?
"Ah! How is that possible?"
Suddenly there was a shrill cry, followed by a horrible rustling sound.
On the other side of the snow, countless wriggling black shadows appeared, some big, some small, some long, some short, and they were all kinds of poisonous substances.
poison?
Why is there poison here? Could it be brought by the Five Poison Boys?
Yu Liancheng's eyes sharpened, he tapped his toes, and the person flew towards the direction where countless black shadows came from like lightning.
Soon, he saw another person who was as short as a child.
This man exposed his calves. Even in such a severe cold, he didn't feel cold at all. The head is small, but the eyes are as bright as lights, full of malice.
——Five Poison Boy.
He hid in the corner with an incredulous look on his face, and was about to escape, but was blocked by Yulian City.
"You..." Wudu boy was about to say something.
But Yu Liancheng's hand suddenly raised, and a ray of silver light cut through the sky.
The Wudu boy's throat rattled, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Because the flying knife bought by Yu Liancheng was inserted right into his throat.
The Five Poison Boy was not dead for a moment. He only felt a breath being held in his throat. He couldn't help it anymore and pulled out the flying knife with his backhand.
As soon as he pulled out the flying knife, he spat out this breath.
"How could you control my Gu..." The Five Poison Boy roared wildly, blood splattered from his throat. The countless poisonous insects suddenly shot back like arrows, and each one of them was nailed to the throat of the Five Poison Boy.
Only the sound of rustling could be heard, and the Five Poison Boy had turned into a pile of withered bones.
The flesh and blood of the Five Poison Boy also seemed to be soaked in toxins. After the poisonous insects feasted on his flesh and blood, they lay limp on the ground and could not move.
This man became famous for his poison, and finally died for it.
Just like a person who wields a sword is killed by a sword, he should have no regrets.
But the scene in front of me was really too horrible to look at.
"Amitabha, the donor has such a good idea." Monk Xinmei also rushed over, and when he saw this scene, he let out a long sigh.
Yu Liancheng smiled and said: "It's just that I know some methods of driving away insects and poisons."
"Lianhua Baojian" is extensive and profound, and it records the Miao people's poison releasing techniques.
The several flute sounds played by Yu Liancheng are all used to stimulate and control the Gu insects. If one type doesn't work, just change to another.
While playing the flute, Yu Liancheng was attentive, and any slightest movement would be noticed by him.
One of them, somehow accidentally, drove out many of the poisons carried by the Five Poison Boy, and at the same time exposed his position.
As Yu Lianchengneng said, with his martial arts, as long as the Five Poison Boy is discovered, the Five Poison Boy will definitely die.
After burying the Five Poison Boys and the poisons, everyone returned to the inn to rest and continue their journey the next day.
After walking like this for another two days, the group of six people finally arrived at the foot of the Shaolin Temple.
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Since Bodhidharma traveled eastward to the Central Plains during the reign of Emperor Wu of Liang Dynasty, and spread it to the divine monk Kassapa in the 28th century, Shaolin has produced talents and has long been the master of the martial arts in the Central Plains.
"Little monk, come here, I'll tell you something." Yu Liancheng raised his head and looked at the top of the mountain, then waved to a monk who was traveling with him.
During the past few days of traveling, Yu Liancheng occasionally talked about some wonderful theories on martial arts, which benefited several monks a lot.
Coupled with Yulian City's own brilliance and demeanor, it is also impressive.
These monks have more or less admiration for Yuliancheng.
But they also knew that Yu Liancheng was by no means a friend of the Shaolin Temple, and had even abolished the martial arts skills of his beloved master, so they did not dare to express their closeness to him.
The monk looked at Uncle Xinmei, and when he saw Xinmei nodded, he approached Yulian City, clasped his hands together and said, "I wonder what Tan Yue has ordered."
Yu Liancheng said: "I do have something to ask you to do. You must be careful about this matter and make sure nothing goes wrong."
The warrior monk said: "Please give me Tan Yue's instructions."
Yu Liancheng used the technique of transmitting sounds into secrets to give instructions to the monk. Because this matter was important, he also used the telepathy technique in "Lianhua Baojian" to ensure that the monk would not make mistakes.
The monk looked hesitant, but quickly said: "I know, little monk, please don't worry Tan Yue." After saying that, he bowed to his eyebrows again and flew towards the mountain gate.
The monk Xinmei asked doubtfully: "What did you say to him?"
Yu Liancheng said: "Don't worry, it's definitely not something that will endanger your Shaolin, otherwise he wouldn't agree."
Of course the monk Xinmei also knows this.
"Okay, it's time for me to climb the mountain." Yu Liancheng unfolded his body and flew towards the mountain gate.
