Aggrieved Fish Sprite: 224|If the world is mediocre, it is wrong

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There are a total of thirteen pills in the stone bottle.

The current subordinate of the swordsman is in the stage of serving A Fleur once in three days.

Although they had not yet come to the onset of the medicinal properties, their eyes looked at the stone bottle in the ink carp's hand, still with weird enthusiasm.

Like the hungry people who saw the steamed buns, it was the merchants lost in the desert who found the oasis. There was no room for other things in their eyes, and they just wanted to rush to grab such life-sustainable things in their hands and can’t wait to send them in. Mouth.

It hasn't been six hours since the knife men threw the medicine to them when they escaped. It stands to reason that it hasn't happened yet, and they still can't refuse A Fleur's temptation.

"Don't they know if this food can't be eaten?"

Qiu Jing is very puzzled. Since this food gets worse and worse, everyone has the desire to survive. Why should I shorten the time I live?

"I know, but I can't control myself, just like moths fighting a fire."

Moli is also the first time I have encountered a person taking A Furong. The animals Xue Ting Qin Lu looked for could not speak, only that they could not stop being addicted to A Furong, and how strong the psychedelic satisfaction A Furong brought, Mo Carp didn't know.

Moli looked at the stone bottle in his hand with a complicated expression.

Since Qiujing and the others arrived, the guys in Ganquanchi have lit dozens of lanterns around, lighting up the courtyard like daylight.

In such a bright place, everyone felt a chill burst out of their backs because of Moli's words.

"This...Piaoping Pavilion holds such a powerful medicine. Doesn't it mean that one must be fed, and that person must be obedient?"

The person who spoke was Qiu Jing's capable subordinate. He didn't want to question Mo Li, but felt scared and strange at the same time.

A Fleur is so powerful, whoever wants to control can control whom, will the people behind the scenes just be satisfied with using it to form a killer organization?

The imperial palace is not easy to get in. Where is the prime minister's house in Yushifu? If you can go to assassin, will you drug those powerful figures? At that time, whether it is Qi Dynasty or the Three Kings of Chu, whoever has Afurong will have the final say.

When everyone thinks of this, they feel cold all over.

"Because of this concern, I invite the Master Qiu to come over to talk." Mo Li frowned slightly, suppressing other emotions.

It is very unpleasant to deal with Qiujing, and Moli did get angry before. But anger returns to anger, and Fengxing Pavilion's forces don't need to be left in vain.

Mo Lei understands it after leaving Zhushan County for so long. The giant crocodiles with great power, like Old Man Cai and Qiu Jing, have all sorts of unscrupulous ways to act. Perhaps it is the way of the world, gentlemen, good people, and even those who are arrogant and disdain to do villainous things, can't be the chief patron of this Rao Shizi.

Fortunately, Qiujing is much better than Mr. Cai, who is in the four gangs and twelve guilds. At least in the overall situation, he and Meng Qi are barely able to talk to Fengxingge, and Fengxingge is not as indifferent to the people as most gangs and despise lives.

Qiu Jing just acts offensively sometimes.

A gentleman does not indulge his likes and dislikes. Mo Li always regarded himself as a "person", with people with normal likes and dislikes, and the likes and dislikes of normal people obviously would not be beaten or killed just because someone overhears what he said.

At most, I can look at my face, or walk away, avoiding it from now on. The main reason why Mo Li is unhappy is that he cannot choose the latter for the time being.

"Once Afurong spreads, the terrible impact it can cause is far greater than we thought." Moli squeezed the stone bottle in his hand and said calmly, "For example, at this moment, whether I trust the pavilion master or I cannot believe it. Lord, I will not give this bottle of pills made by Aphrodite. I will not let it leave my eyes unless I burn it by myself."

Qiu Jing looked solemn upon hearing this.

Mo Lei's words made her truly feel the extent of Afurong's "magic".

"This medicine is not crude Afurong. It contains other medicinal materials. It is more powerful than the holy medicine of southern Xinjiang that I know." Moli said, "But how can I cover it up?" , It still has a fatal flaw."

"What?"

"Smell." Meng Qi interrupted suddenly.

The black carp nodded and said quickly and quickly: "Yes, this thing is heavy and unpleasant. It is impossible to control others by secretly drugging it."

Meng Qi thought that the doctor was too subtle, and Afurong's pill was broken and sniffed, which reminds one of the pickled vegetable jars that have not been washed for three years, and the freshly tanned animal skins. I don’t know what happens after the water is transformed. The smell alone is terrible. What kind of wine, food and tea can this be used in?

Green Fang, or smelly mandarin fish? Which powerful family likes to eat this?

Monks don't eat five pungents, and ministers who need to meet with the emperor dare not eat too much food, so as to avoid losing their dignity.

Qiu Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and asked: "What the doctor meant is-this medicine is difficult to take by mistake unless it is hard to administer?"

Moli thought for a while. When Xue Zhixian tossed the rabbit, the first time he poured it in, he vomited and pulled. The rabbit’s life went half way before the medicine was tested, and Xue Ting almost thought it was a kind of cause. Poison that kills people from diarrhea. Medicine.

It's crude, not a pill.

"It is not clear about the prescription formulated by Piaoping Pavilion, and I don't know how many times it takes to take it to make people lose control. It is better to interrogate."

"What the doctor said is quite true."

Qiu Jing ordered someone to pull a cloth towel stuffed in the mouth of a killer, without threatening to ask, he said directly: "The medicine you want is in the hands of this doctor. We are satisfied with it. There may not be medicine for you, but If we are dissatisfied, you can only endure the pain of a drug attack."

The killer has a twisted face and hesitates to speak.

The Swordsman wanted to scold him, and after scanning the stone bottle, he lay back down again.

The killer stared at the stone bottle greedily, his eyes were black.

Although Qiujing and Moli's words are all heard by the killer, people have fallen into Fengxing Pavilion's hands. What can I expect if the medicine is cut off?

Even the leader has become a prisoner!

Even if someone comes from Piaoping Pavilion, they will only save the Yidaomen, and won't even look at them.

The killer was so fierce that he suddenly violent.

Meng Qi picked up the walnuts from the plate and hit the killer's knee with two snaps.

"Don't think about it!" The killer said with a weird smile on the ground. "People who are in trouble today have a head and will die tomorrow. Sooner or later there will be such a thing! Give me the medicine and I will say! Otherwise, stop thinking about it!" /

Qiu Jing sneered and raised his hand to indicate.

Immediately someone kicked the killer's feet, stuffed the cloth towel back, and lifted the person next to him.

"Say!"

The second killer rolled his eyes, and his pupils shrank with Qiu Jing's stern shout.

"I...I don't know much, and it's useless to say it." The assassin put his head down, pretending to be wretched.

"Useful or useless, we have the final say."

Meng Qi knew that these guys' tricks were nothing more than delaying time.

"The person behind the Piaoping Pavilion, it seems that martial arts is very high, so you are so afraid?"

The knife guest was expressionless, but the two killers trembled.

"Why don't you talk about the origin first, who is the last name? Who is the person? What is the name in the rivers and lakes?" Meng Qi saw these two people's expressions change, eager for Afurong but dare not really betray Piaoping Pavilion.

Mo Lei only has a bottle of medicine in his hand. If it is gone, it is gone, and Piaopingge really holds their lifeline.

"It seems that I can only bother Pavilion Master Qiu." Meng Qi said slowly.

"It's easy to say, dare to ask what kind of weapon the national division can see these two people use, what are their preferences, and what ways do they use?"

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and said a few words casually. Several people stood behind Qiu Jing and showed Meng Qi a trick.

The Southern School and the Northern School, even if they are unique martial arts, still have a habit of fighting. Some people in the rivers and lakes like to hide hidden weapons, and people who deal with them will subconsciously guard against it when they make moves. After all, not everyone is a master, and martial arts are so superb that flaws are hard to find. In most cases, their defenses are limited, and they can only take into account a few points and can see through at a glance.

Rao is so, Meng Qi is also secretly frightened.

Fengxing Pavilion summarized the habits and moves of the vast majority of people on the rivers and lakes, the skill of a cup of tea, and the tricks of the killer are about to be figured out.

Qiu Jing recruited people to look at the killer's appearance carefully, and another guy from Ganquantang opened his mouth to report about a dozen people who met the conditions and hadn't heard from them for a long time.

In this series of dazzling actions, the name finally published by Fengxingge Newspaper was exactly the same as Meng Qi guessed based on the official wanted order.

The swordsmen are all dumbfounded.

Seeing his eyes, he didn't seem to know the origin of his subordinates, so he called out a name.

The two assassins were different, and there was an unconcealable horror on their faces.

If they are extraordinary characters, it is easy to understand that they are closely monitored by Fengxingge. However, they are just ordinary green forest bandits. After being forced to join the Piaoping Pavilion, they disappeared from a direct sale. It is estimated that even the enemy thought they were dead, but they were understated by Fengxing Pavilion.

"It’s a little tricky, just laughed." Qiu Jing handed over to Meng Qi, and said with a wry smile, "Don’t hide it from you, this is the first time this method works so well, you have to spend three to five hours on weekdays, and report ten. Here comes a suspicion. Today, thanks to the wisdom of the national teacher, he remembers clearly, judges accurately, and has no hesitation."

Some words made everyone relieved.

Where can the top masters give Fengxingge casually?

The swordsman stared at Meng Qi fiercely. He had always heard Qiu Jing and others call Meng Qi the "national teacher" before.

Which national teacher? There is no such person in the arena! Swordsmen squatting in the grave all the year round because there is no place to listen to gossip. Fallen into deep doubts.

"Go and check how long ago they disappeared and where they last appeared."

Qiu Jing turned his attention to the knife man.

This is what really popped out of the rock. It has no source at all. It's really annoying that the oil and salt don't get in again.

Mo Li looked at Meng Qi, as if he wanted to say something.

Meng Qi approached a few steps and said through a voice transmission: "The knife guest only has two bottles of medicine in his hand, which is no more than six days. Once it is gone, his men will become waste. After all, it is six. Days are enough for him to recover the account book, or is the incident of Sijia Mipu's account book suddenly happened and the knife man hurriedly dragged everyone out of the coffin to do business?"

"You mean..."

"There should be someone who came to deliver the medicine, or the knife guy called before he went out."

Moli heard this and quickly raised his head and asked: "Do you want to set up an ambush in the tomb?"

"No, they must have a complicated method of connection. The knife guy refuses to tell the details, so we can't hide it. We need to find a different way. For example, we should think about who will keep such medicines and how not. Attention is drawn... Sijia Mi is here, and the sub-rudder of Piaoping Pavilion is also nearby. King Wu will hire Piaoping Pavilion’s killer with six hundred taels of gold to support the dragon head. It is also here to join. These are not coincidences! It must be an important lair of Piaoping Pavilion, and the place where A Furong is made cannot be too far away!"

Mo Carp refreshed, and immediately said: "Check from the drug store in Shili Baxiang!"

The medicinal materials used to dispens pills are not necessarily sold from pharmacies, but from the pharmacies you can touch all the medicinal material merchants here and there. They know the flow direction of each fixed medicinal material, and now they only need the ink carp to determine the ingredients other than the afrond in the pill.

Meng Qi squinted his eyes and thought, Fengxingge can "know without trial", and with the help of a doctor, so can he!

The doctor has been looking at himself just now, and he must have a clear heart!

"My doctor and I have seen the same thing!"

"Huh?"

Moli shook his head decisively, breaking the fat mouse's illusion.

"No, I just wanted to ask if you used Reiki to save a woman who was about to miscarry, probably... more than thirty years ago?"

Meng Qi wondered and said: "No, I don't know medical skills. Reiki can only open up the meridians for internal force. How to save aborted women? Why do doctors ask?"

The more he said, the brighter Moli's eyes became.

"There are other dragon veins, except you and me."

"Shilang Mountain..."

"No, it can transform and save people." Mo Li said seriously, and Meng Qi was dumbfounded.

What's the matter?