Sealing Sword Chapter 64: Antidote

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In late autumn and near winter, even in the mountains and forests of the southwest, most of the grass and trees have withered and withered. Even if the greenery is still three points, it is just a few more tenacity.

Although the mountains and rivers flowing down the cliffs are not exhausted, nor do they fly turbulent in summer, a bare and hard boulder is exposed, unmoved by feng shui, as stubborn as a person sitting on it.

The white-haired Taoist meditates on the rock, holding Xiao with his hands and blowing his eyebrows slowly. The flute sound is not clear and long, but it is as long as flowing water.

However, although the flute sound is good, people struggling in the water at this time have no intention to appreciate it.

Under the waterfall is a pond. Although the water surface is large, it is not too deep. It is surrounded by unknown flowers and plants. It was originally a good place for bathing, but because it is located on the main peak of the Burial Soul Palace, it is the lord Helian Yu It is a quiet place to practice martial arts, so few people in Mizongling come here.

At this moment, Bu Xueyao was standing in the water, and the ice-cold spring water washed down from a high place hit his body. It was painful and almost cold to the bone marrow. His exposed skin was blue and white, but Can't move, can't step out of this small pool.

Half a month ago, he could not calculate in Guyang City. Li Feng severely injured his arm and fell into the hands of Baiguimen. Step Xueyao took advantage of the chaos and led people to escape to Mizongling. If the palace owner had something to do, he needed to rescue Li. Feng, Bu Xueyao is more than just getting three nails in Xuanwu Hall.

I thought I had escaped, but before Bu Xueyao could think of a way to save people, Li Feng returned.

He didn't come back alone, but was controlled by this white-haired Daoist master. The other party knocked on and off the door through the Palace Master Qinglong, broke through 18 levels, and bluntly wanted to see Bu Xueyao.

When someone came to hit the place, even the mud bodhisattva was angry, let alone Bu Xueyao this "Flying Rakshasa".

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to use all the methods. He saw the man throwing away the Li Feng who was restrained by acupuncture, and the next moment he came to him, pinched his neck with one hand, as if strangling a fragile flower stem.

Bu Xueyao used "Wang Chenbu" to make the heroes sigh for half a lifetime, thinking that his light work is invincible in the world, but did not expect that he was frustrated by Ye Fusheng at Broken Water Villa, and now he fell into the opponent's hands in the first round.

He didn't dare to believe, and he didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't help it.

Bu Xueyao often carries poison on his body, but this person doesn't know where it came from. Even if he was stung by the Ecstasy Scorpion, he didn't see any abnormalities in his hand, and he didn't even notice the pain. The hand holding his throat became tighter. Just said: "It seems that Pang Dao didn't find the wrong person this time. Let's take a step to speak."

The so-called borrowing step means turning from the front mountain to the back cliff to the place where the lord of the palace retreats. Right now, the master of the Xuanwu Palace, Wei Changyun, was out to do errands, but there was only one person who could be the master in Mizongling Ridge, but Bu Xueyao was escorted to this place. Subordinates could only encircle the cliff, but did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pond.

The white-haired Taoist claimed to be Duanqing, but Bu Xueyao crushed the two words in his heart, and did not search for the least information about this person. There are only two possibilities, or this person really never The born hermit master, or he simply used a false identity.

At this point, Duan Qing let go of him, holding the whisk, and asked coldly: "Where is Gu Xiao?"

Bu Xueyao has never heard of this name, and frowned: "You Taoist priest is so unreasonable. The slave family has never heard of this person. Why should you ask?"

Duan Qing glanced at him, and suddenly the dust shot out, sweeping out a phantom like a comet hitting the moon. Although Bu Xueyao retreated in time, he was swept away by the strong wind, and his red shirt was loosened for most. , Revealing the stab wound diagonally across his chest.

"Where is the person who left you this scar?"

Duanqing's tone has no ups and downs. It seems to be just talking about an insignificant person. Bu Xueyao couldn't tell what he was thinking, and said: "If he is born, how? If he is dead, what about?"

Whichen puts on his wrist and clears his voice: "If he is born, you will lead the way; if he is dead, you will be buried."

Bu Xueyao thought about and Ye Fusheng twice bad things about him. He hated him for a long time, and now he is clear and aggressive, and even more angry and smirking: "Okay, the slave family will tell you to know... he still Live, but not far from death! Since the Taoist chief misses him, it is better to wait for him first!"

Before the voice fell, Wangchen stepped to the extreme, bullying and approaching in an instant, as his eyes were condensed, his subordinates made seven attacks and four defenses, and two poisoned silver needles were held between his fingers and vomiting cold light. , Brushed past Duan Qing several times.

Bu Xueyao's body is extremely fast, and he moves like a swooping wind, and he walks a strange road. The moves are endless and flexible like a mountain spirit.

But the more he fought, the more frightened he got.

Duan Qing seemed to dodge his attack every time, but Bu Xueyao knew that he was confined to the battle circle. From the beginning, he was forced to get close, but now he can't get out.

Holding hands and avoiding it, there is no smoke and dust under your feet, but it always turns within two feet of your body. After the rain, he stepped on a round circle on the muddy ground, as if painting the ground as a prison .

Although his body style is fast, he is still a tiny bit worse than Bu Xueyao, and he can control it with just one move. Most of it takes the opportunity for Bu Xueyao to be astonished by Li Feng.

Bu Xueyao realized that he was startled by him and overestimated the other party’s light skill, so he thought of attacking him close by, and Duan Qing took the opportunity to drive his body and rhythm and beat him Confined in this small circle, it is difficult to use light work to fly away.

He was confused, his feet were stagnant, his eyes were clear, his feet staggered to separate Yin and Yang, his right hand flicked and wrapped his neck and pulled closer, his left hand quickly came out and sealed Bu Xueyao's body Eight big holes placed him under the cold spring.

From beginning to end, Duan Qing only repeatedly asked him one question about the whereabouts of that person.

Bu Xueyao was unwilling to do what he meant, gritting his teeth but not speaking.

But in this cold water, I endured the pain of internal force stagnating in the meridians for three days and three nights, even if Bu Xueyao's bones were hard, he couldn't bear it at this time.

A total of eight large acupuncture points on the back of the chest are controlled. The internal force that penetrates the body is not domineering, but it is difficult to bind tightly. As long as he wants to act, he will feel the meridians stagnant. With this cold spring water, the whole body is actually It seems to be frozen.

The half of the mask covering his face was condensed with frost, and he finally couldn't help it, and he didn't have the strength to pretend to be tender, and his teeth trembled when he spoke: "Taoist, what is my grudge against you? How to be so merciless?"

Duan Qing stopped blowing, his eyes lowered: "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" Bu Xueyao gritted his teeth, "Yes, I fought him in the Frightening Pass. He was poisoned by me. I suffered a knife from him. I thought he was dead, but he was in ancient times. Yangcheng hinders my eyes!"

Duan Qing said: "Speak clearly and don't miss a word."

Bu Xueyao said with hatred about the Broken Water Villa, and he also said that he could not chase Ye Fusheng and Xie Li, and has since been missing: "I have said everything here, whether you believe it or not!"

Duan Qing pondered for a moment, then suddenly got up and flew down the spring, grabbing the shoulder of Bu Xueyao with one hand, taking it out of the cold spring, and throwing it on the grass.

He looked at Bu Xueyao with still water in his eyes: "He is poisoned, do you have an antidote?"

Bu Xueyao sneered in his heart, without showing any expression on his face, and said: "Naturally there are, but I didn't take it with me. You put me back..."

"It is convenient to tell me the medicine."

Bu Xueyao squinted his eyes, and opened his mouth with a list of medicine names and dosages, and even the heat and water addition were clear.

There is nothing wrong with the combination of these drugs, but it is a pity that it is not the antidote to "you dream", but it will cause confusion. If Ye Fusheng really drinks it, he will soon go crazy and die.

Bu Xueyao felt poison in his heart, but unexpectedly Duan Qing was not fooled at all.

Although he hasn't been in the arena for a long time, he has already inquired about Bu Xueyao from Li Feng on the way to Mizongling. Although it was also a stubborn refusal to cooperate, he couldn't stand Dao Chang's own means.

"You Meng" has no cure at all.

Duan Qing didn't believe it, that's the question, but when Bu Xueyao said this, he knew that this poison really had no cure.

He doesn't know medicine, but he can see people. This vision of knowing people has been used since he first came out of the world, and he has only glanced at it for many years, and he is now perfect.

As soon as Bu Xueyao opened her mouth, she could tell if he was lying.

Yu Xiao hung back on his waist, Duan Qing suddenly squatted down, and reached into Bu Xueyao's girdle with one hand, and found a small bottle wrapped in greased paper with "You Meng" written on it.

Bu Xueyao's pupils shrunk, and Duanqing said in a smooth voice: "In that case, I should beg you to try a medicine. If this is effective, it will be safe, and it will not be embarrassing then. ."

After he said, he grabbed Bu Xueyao's chin with one hand and was about to pour "You Meng" into his mouth.

The toxicity of "You Meng" is very difficult to deal with, quenching on the needle can make Ye Fusheng at that time on the verge of collapse, let alone this bottle poured into the mouth!

Bu Xueyao was horrified, and quickly said: "Stop! This, this...the prescription is fake, there is no cure!"

Duanqing took a meal and asked softly: "There is no cure?"

Bu Xueyao's back was cold, and he only felt that this seemingly banished Taoist was as terrifying as the palace lord, but he kept his evil spirit under his flesh, and he couldn't tell the appearance. At a certain moment, he tore the painted skin. It's going to bite people's hearts.

Bu Xueyao didn't dare to lie to him again, saying: "No... Um!"

The remnant sound broke in the throat. As soon as the medicine bottle was poured, the small half bottle of medicine was poured into Bu Xueyao's mouth. It was cleared on the throat and swallowed compellingly.

Duan Qing got up, looked at Bu Xueyao, who was lying on the ground and coughing, and said lightly: "There should be some in the future, as long as you are still alive."

After that, I heard slight footsteps behind him, and Duan Qing turned his head back. He was a man of medium build, over fifty years old, wearing a brown shirt with arrow sleeves, his temples were white, and his face was too ordinary. Throw it in a pile of people and you can't find it.

Behind him is a wide epee, weighing more than a hundred catties, but the man carrying it is as light as nothing, even the footprints are shallow, which shows the high internal strength of light work.

Duan Qing looked at him for a while, and then said: "I haven't seen him for many years, and Dianzhu Wei is still healthy."

Wei Changjun, the lord of the Xuanwu Palace, stays behind the Mizongling Mountains all the year round, and is the person most trusted by the lord Helianyu in the Soul Burial Palace.

Wei Changyun is the oldest of the four hall masters, and now he is an altar master in the Soul Burial Palace before Helianyu ascends the position of the palace master. If you talk about the old things, no one in the lost trail knows better than him. Up.

When I saw the white-haired Taoist, Wei Changyun's pupils tightened in an instant. This man who had always been motionless like a mountain and looked like a tortoise for thousands of years, unexpectedly revealed an unbelievable expression at this moment.

Wei Changjun's hand behind his back lightly swayed, signaling the assassin lurking around to put down the crossbow, and stand alone, bowing his hands in salute: "It's been a long time..."

Xuanwu Hall is the core of the Four Halls. I haven't seen Wei Changyun be so respectful to anyone other than the palace owner, not to mention his body trembled slightly when he saluted.

Wei Changjun stood up straight and glanced at Bu Xueyao: "Hallmaster Vermilion is young and energetic. If he offends the Daoist Chief, please ask the Daoist Chief to look lightly on my thin face."

"Since it was done by the Lord Vermillion Bird, Pang Dao has done it with him, and has nothing to do with the Lord Wei." Duan Qing bent down and grabbed Step Xueyao and left, "Inconvenience, please make it easier."

"Why is it convenient?" Wei Changyun sighed: "The Daoist wants to leave. Wei and these people have nothing to do with each other. It's just that the Daoist is a person who knows how to be courteous. Since he came here, why didn't he see us? Palace Lord?"

"Heh, it's a joke." Duanqing curled the corners of his lips, but saw no smile. He looked over him to the vast mountains and forests, and said: "If you don't want to see the poor road, will you leave?"

In the shadow, a person with a purple cloth and silver face, stepping on the dew weeds from far and near, the wind and dust on his body is not washed, and even more serious.

He Lianyu returned unexpectedly.

From the northwest to the southwest, even if the carriage is still close to the moon, Helianyu ran all the way with light power and internal strength, and ran two divine horses to death day and night. He just rushed back to the Wandering Ridge now.

Hurrying on the road with such a drain on his internal strength, because he was able to stand up when he got off the horse, his sweat has soaked his clothes, but he stood up like an okay person, and even put on a new coat, along with Wei Changyun Here.

The face behind the mask was distorted because of ecstasy, and a pair of eyes that looked like an abyss came out from the hole, wishing to set off a great storm and drag Duan Qing into the bottomless darkness.

He Lianyu pressed his hand to Qianyuan on his waist, and his tone was as happy as a child who finally got his wish: "You really are not dead yet... Clear, Dao."