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The people on the bamboo couch are scarred and ugly.

Arrange for such a person to serve on the pillow seat, unless Fengxingge's steward gets frustrated.

Meng Qi was speechless.

Before, separated by a curtain, only a shadow with a naked torso was vaguely seen, and his face was not facing the pool. Who knows what it looks like? The next door is playing, playing, playing and singing, and everyone here has arranged it. It just happened that Meng Qi was so anxious that he would not be angry when he saw this situation?

The anger was over, and it was discovered that this was not the case at all, Meng Qi was anxious that there was a hole in the same place for him to get in and calm down.

The doctor is so calm, but he is full of evil thoughts-no matter how thick the skin is, he can't hold it.

If you think about it carefully, the identity of the swordsman is also obvious. Except for the Piaoping Pavilion killer who covers his head and covers his face, who needs Moli to look closely at him?

Meng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, trying to say something to round off the embarrassing situation, but again waterdrops appeared in his mind, scrambling to slide off the long and white chest of the black carp, and the shadows under the water surface vaguely saw pieces The picture of scales.

Hurrying to cover his nose with his hand, Meng Qi quickly wiped away the splinter of blood that came out.

The heart is full of fire, the spiritual energy is tumbling, and it is directly inverted in the eight channels of the Qijing.

Even if you are a master insider, you can only choose to control the bottom or the top in this situation.

——Also use selection? Mouth and nose can cover nosebleeds and wipe them, three inches below the pubic area... Try to hold one with your hands?

Does the national teacher do not want face?

Moli is even more inexplicable. Meng Qi evasively refuses to extend his hand again. He can only guess.

"Oh, doctor, have you caught people?" Meng Qi bit his scalp and tried not to look at Moli's probing gaze.

Turning around, he pushed the swordsman staring at this side a half circle.

The knife man forced into the bed: "..."

Isn't it just afraid of him peeking? Who is rare?

It's true that the few scales on Moli's body directly shake Taijing Longmai's mind and cannot control it, but it is definitely not the case in the eyes of others. I haven't seen the swordsman with scales. Even if I saw it, I would only be horrified by the monsters. No scales? That's a man, he's also a man who looks good, so what can he do?

The knife man sneered.

He was angry and couldn't help but snorted heavily.

Thinking that this would get Meng Qi's cynicism and even a few kicks, but Meng Qi only took care of explaining to Moli.

——The kind of secret transmission, the swordsman can't hear a word.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response. The swordsman could only hum again to show his existence. If you want to kill, you have to go faster. What does it mean to stuff people under the bed?

From the corner of the knife's eyes, he saw the robes and shoes, and the two of them had already reached this side.

"Crunch."

Just sitting on the bamboo couch.

A terribly ugly pink robe was thrown on the ground, and the knife man's face was completely blue.

Although he is just a killer, this is too insulting!

There are less than ten top masters in the arena. To this level of martial arts, you have a respect for people of the same level. Only at this point can you know how difficult it is. If there is anything to talk about with those who don't know the height of the mountains and the depths of the sea, the top masters will naturally cherish each other. Therefore, the ancestor of Qingwu would spend his tongue to talk about ambitions and ideals with Meng Qi Moli, and it would be impossible for others to listen to his crazy talk. Therefore, the swordsmen always disdain the Fengxing Pavilion, because there is no absolute master in Fengxing Pavilion.

The swordsman didn't want to make friends with Moli Mengqi, but he still reluctantly admits that these two people are powerful. But he takes others seriously, and they don't take him seriously.

Just when the knife man was very angry and wanted to teach the two guys who humiliated him with the foundation of damage, he was suddenly pulled out of the bed with a hand.

There is no "ridiculous" or "unsightly" sight in front of me.

The black carp has neat clothes, and only his hair is scattered.

Meng Qi changed into a crow-blue robe, and his shirt was embroidered with crane patterns. At a glance, he knew it was a good material. It was Tang Chi’s buddy who was resting on the short table and prepared replacement clothes for Mo carp, which was taken advantage of by Meng Qi.

"It's Su embroidery. Nowadays, the price of southern goods has doubled compared with that of the Chu Dynasty. Fengxingge is really willing."

Meng Qi is not happy even wearing clothes. What does Fengxingge want to please Moli like this?

Excavating your own secrets from Moli? Or more directly, kidnap the ink carp to help them?

"This is our captive?" Meng Qi deliberately increased his voice, trying to let the swordsman recognize the current situation.

Talking about business matters helps to throw away those imaginary evil thoughts.

It's not that Meng Qi wants to suppress it, but that the place is not good.

The most important thing is that if the scales that the ink carp does not have time to fade have a miraculous effect on you, what about the ink carp?

——The dragon vein that can only become a gerbil is sluggish.

He doesn't have scales, he can only shed hair.

Does this mean that doctors cannot be attracted by their own "beauty"?

No, no, there must be other ways.

Meng Qi is even more reluctant to reveal the reason for his abnormality, no matter how much Doctor Mo asks, it is useless.

But if Meng Qi didn't say it, couldn't Moli guess it?

Recalling carefully, Mo Li was vaguely aware of something. He looked around and dispelled the idea of ​​revealing the scales by changing back to his original form. He did not expose Meng Qi's ambiguity.

Next, the two turned their backs, dressing and dressing.

After the ink carp steamed the water drops internally, Meng Qi dragged the knife out again.

The swordsman was about to ridicule a few words, and suddenly saw the remains of the stone bottle in Moli's hand, and the words got stuck in his throat.

"Despite your life...the antidote?" Meng Qi said slowly, "Your subordinates fled to a cemetery. Now that they have found a place to bury themselves, it is as they wished. Stop."

"Did you kill them?"

The swordsman asked keenly. At this time, Meng Qi was no longer angry, and the swordsman still had an ominous premonition.

"The evil guan is full, how can I not die?" Meng Qi asked back, and at the same time, he told Moli the identity of the killers through the sound transmission.

Eight out of the ten have been wanted by the government, and the remaining two were taken abducted by Meng Qi for questioning. The result was dishonest and insisted that this Tangchi was their site.

"Where are the two?" The more Mo Li heard the stone bottle, the more serious his expression became.

"Hidden in..."

"Bring here quickly."

Meng Qi responded, thinking about it, and drew out another intact stone bottle, the knife customer's pupils shrank instantly.

"It should be the same medicine that came out of the tomb. The doctor will look at it again."

The black carp took out a pill, broke it and tasted it, then spit it out, and asked sharply: "A Furong?"

The swordsman was cold-eyed. Meng Qi tried to think about it for a long time. Only then did he think of an ancient strange story. It seems that there is such a colorful flower that the local natives enshrine as a holy medicine for priests. Communicate with ghosts and gods, listen to oracles, and get away from all the pain and troubles of the world.

"What is Aphrodite? Poison?"

"More trouble than poison."

Moli's eyes were full of fright and anger, and Meng Qi's heart sank suddenly when he saw him gaffes rarely.

"I will bring people."

After speaking, the figure flashed, and there was no trace.

Moli stared at the swordsman and asked, "Where did you come from?"

The swordsman closed his mouth and said nothing.

"You know how terrible it is. Anyone who eats Afurong will never be able to live without it." Moli said word by word.

He will never forget the smell. Xue Zhixian hides a black Aphrodite that exudes the same smell.

Speaking of "Ghost Poisonous Buzzard" Xue Ting, one has to say that he destroyed the entire Buddha Temple within one month.

The Buddha Temple was originally a place where a princess raised her face. The secret path underneath is intricate. After the princess lost her power, no one cared about this temple. She was originally enshrined by the princess in southern Xinjiang. Occupied.

The curse master can't spell, he can poison. What is particularly troublesome is that he is also a master of organs.

The curse master has accepted many disciples. They are passed down from generation to generation, acting secretly, like a demon sect. Jianghu Zhengdao tried to wipe them out several times, all of them came back under the power of the organs and poisons, causing countless deaths and injuries. Over time, the name of the Buddha Temple is frightening, and no one dared to provoke it.

Xue Ting: It was this hornet's nest that stabbed.

After the poke, I walked along the gold and silver treasures and rare medicinal materials happily.

A Fleur is black and inconspicuous, but she is placed in the most gorgeous box.

There were several pieces at the time. It was the "holy medicine" that the curse master brought out from southern Xinjiang. Xue Ting broke the thing and soaked it in water. After a few rounds of trials with rabbits, he immediately changed his face. Everything was burned, and only the smallest piece remained.

When Xue Zhixian took out this piece of Afurong, Mr. Qin was also by the side.

"Puff through."

Two people with their mouths gagged and tied hands and feet fell to the ground.

Moli woke up from the memory, the hand holding the stone bottle trembled slightly, and then closed his eyes and solemnly said: "I'll call the people from Fengxing Pavilion."

"Doctor?"

"This matter is not trivial. It is not something you and I can find out in a short time."

Since Mo Li said so, Meng Qi would naturally not object.

Who expects the people from Fengxing Pavilion to come faster than they thought, and the figure at the bamboo forest shook.

Meng Qi narrowed his eyes, then made a quick turn around the pond, angrily raised his hand and patted it on the low wall.

"Boom."

The wall fell, revealing a section of copper pipe buried in the wall.

The copper pipe is hollow and extends long into the yard next door.

"The national teacher calms down his anger. It's just a pipe for irrigating hot water to heat up in winter." Qiu Jing Shishi showed up with someone. She stepped over the ruins of the low wall and admitted, "Naturally, when there is no water, her eyes and eyes are sensitive People can use this to eavesdrop, but this is a courtyard, not a sealed room. Even if you are fully focused on listening, you will have a few words."

Mo Lei, who knew that Fengxingge might have heard what he said before, sank, and said coldly: "The pavilion owner promised not to interfere or eavesdrop when I interrogate the prisoners."

"It's someone Qiu's fault." Qiu Jing said deeply and ashamed, "I didn't know how to listen before entering the house. When my subordinates reported that there was this organization, someone Qiu failed to keep the promise of being a gentleman. It was mine. No."

Nonsense!

The yard in the distance was blowing and singing as if Qiujing was there, but in the end, people squatted in the next room, saying that it was not intentional. Who would believe it?

Mo Carp looked ugly, Meng Qi sneered and said: "A gentleman can deceive him, and the Lord Qiu Pavilion should wipe the head and tail clean before speaking."

"I wanted to detour from there, but the wall was demolished by the national teacher." Qiu Jing said seriously, "Actually, I know that the doctor will not interrogate the prisoners until the national teacher is found. It’s not a breach of promise, the doctor’s background is mysterious, and Fengxingge’s accumulated habits are hard to change and want to listen. This is indeed mine."

She is so refreshing, Moli really has nothing to say.

Originally, he didn't really trust Fengxingge. If he couldn't say it, the Moli had been transmitted into the secret. The rest of those who didn't care about being heard by the swordsman, naturally didn't care about being known by Fengxingge. Including his relationship with Meng Qi.

"It seems that the pavilion master is going to sell the news about me and the doctor?" Meng Qi glanced at the monk Yuan Zhi behind Qiu Jing, mockingly said, "The monks don’t talk about it. Since the master Yuan Zhi is also here, you might as well talk about it. What did you hear?"

The old monk lowered his head in embarrassment and chanted the Buddha's name, and waited on the pillow seats.

"Fengxing Pavilion used to betray the national teacher because it had no friendship with the national teacher. Now I owe the favor of the two. After that, even if I sell it, I will only sell the news that everyone knows." Qiu Jing's expression was hard to say. , Just say it directly: Unless you worship publicly, no one will believe that Fengxingge will sell such things.

Seeing her appearance, Mo Li later realized that only Monk Yuan Zhi was embarrassed not knowing where to look, Qiu Jing and Feng Xing Pavilion were nothing unusual.

Could it be that they had guessed it before--

Mo Li recalled that he ate and lived with Meng Qi and slept on the same bed along the way.

...It's really obvious.

Mo Lei was not embarrassed to be exposed at all. He squeezed the stone bottle in his hand and asked himself: "Since I have heard so much, I must have not missed anything about Afurong."

Qiu Jing gave him a deep look and nodded: "Yes, I don't know what Doctor Mo wants Fengxingge to do?"

Mo Li looked at his words and thoughts, knowing that they had never heard of Afurong's name, let alone how terrible it was.

"This product is produced in southern Xinjiang..."

The ink carp started from the rumored holy medicine in southern Xinjiang. The natives regarded it as a god-given thing, and its flowers were red and bright and grew in patches.

Qiu Jing and others soon realized that this was the root cause of the death and madness of the Piaoping Pavilion killer.

"Could it be that this is Gu?" someone asked in surprise.

"No, it is a medicine, a medicine that must not be taken too much."

The black carp has a complex expression, and there is a deep secret behind Afurong. After Xue Ting discovered the evil of this thing in the past years, he sneaked into southern Xinjiang to search for Afurong's plants, but found nothing. Although some natives remember this rumor, they all stated that they were not a tribe who worshipped holy medicine.

"There were records in ancient books and some ancient prescriptions, but three hundred years ago, Afurong suddenly disappeared."

"What is disappearance?" Qiu Jing asked keenly.

Moli replied in a deep voice, "There is no record, whether it is folklore, medicinal prescriptions, or secrets about the rivers and lakes. Even the tribe that worshipped the holy medicine has disappeared, and even if I went to search for it in southern Xinjiang, there was no trace. "

"The doctor knows so..."

"A familiar elder once checked this." Mo Li didn't hide it, and said directly, "A Furong has a miraculous analgesic effect. The famous doctor of the Chen Dynasty has also heard of this thing, and he also wrote in the book that it was missed. When I saw the holy medicine of southern Xinjiang. The medicine is heavy and poisonous, but it becomes a devil if it is used too much. At first, I take it for 10 days, and then take it for 5, 3, or even every day. Once the medicine is stopped, the whole body will be painful. This pain comes from the internal organs and bone marrow, which is extremely painful."

Meng Qi's gaze fell on the knife man, who said nothing.

"Where did the medicine come from?" Meng Qi asked.

Everyone turned their gazes, the knife man was too much to be seen, and his face turned pale.

"Say! A Furong, who has disappeared for 300 years, why do you use Piaoping Pavilion to control people?"

"I...I don't know, this is something the master gave."

The knife man subconsciously licked his chapped lips, and said with difficulty, "This thing has no cure, my subordinates...the killers have taken medicine before being sent to me. They are not kind, but Once the drug is onset and the drug is not taken in time, the pain will roll all over the floor. However, the pills in my hand are limited, so they can only use the method of tortoise-breath to suspended animation."

Meng Qixin said, no wonder he didn't see a bed or a bunk in the tomb, only a coffin without a cover.

"Your master, who is the principal of Piaoping Pavilion?"

The knife man was silent.

Meng Qi was very angry and smiled, pointing to the stone bottle in Moli's hand and said: "Why don't I put this thing into your mouth, so that I can see what the doctor can call a "devil" medicine like?"

"If you are like this, I will be self-menopausal." The knife said decisively.

He sees too many killers who live better than death, knowing that this thing is absolutely inedible.

"Oh, why didn't you escape?" Qiu Jing tapped his palms with a folding fan, and asked in amazement: "You won't have many masters who practice martial arts to such a realm, you may even be the only one. Other killers If you die, you will die. If you want this medicine, can your host be stingy enough not to give it?"

The swordsman closed his eyes first, and then said coldly: "No need to be excited, since someone of you can recognize it, you still know a lot about it. It's meaningless if I conceal these things, just tell you, even if it comes from the source The endless Afurong is for people to take, and in the end this person is still going to die. The long seven or eight years, the short three to five years, it depends on how this person's bones are."

"Oh, the ants are still alive. The choice to die immediately and live for three years, shouldn't it be the latter?" Qiu Jing tried again.

Qiu Jing and Meng Qi weren't really trying to force a knife to help the drug, but instead hit the other two killers who were captured alive.

The swordsman is captured, can the owner of Piaoping Pavilion not show up? These killers succumbed to the medicine, and did not hate Piaopingge at all? You can use it if you have hate!

The swordsman accidentally saw through their tricks and sneered: "Don't think about it, they are already slaves to the medicine, and no one recognizes it. It is not the master at all that they hate the most, but me. Because it is me on weekdays. Regarding the medicine, I don’t allow them to take more, I don’t need to take medicine... They are respectful and respectful, but they really want to eat my flesh and drink my blood."

Meng Qi looks at the ink carp.

Mo Lei nodded slowly. He hasn't said the real evil of A Furong.

Old Mr. Qin heard Xue Ting talk about the past, and was shocked to break a small piece to check it out. Xue Ting didn't understand medical skills, but Xuanhu doctor was different.

Half a year later, Qin Lu slapped the mad pig in the pigpen to death, and took his apprentice to do a job with Xue Zhixian in the dark.

The pig's heart and brain are deformed.

Some were black, some were riddled with holes... Even so, the pig was still alive before it was killed.

Mo Li looked at the two struggling assassins on the ground, and suddenly didn't know what a person would look like when his heart and brain were deformed.