After that day, Jiang Langting became more and more serious about learning poison, and Long Yinzi saw that he was honest and pious, and his heart was even more happy, and he couldn't wait to pass on all the gains he had gained to him. Soon, Jiang Langting's poison skills became more and more exquisite, and his martial arts became more and more superb.

Soon, it was the night of the full moon again.

This time, Jiang Langting locked himself in the room, sat on the bed and barely luckily, trying to seal his five senses, but how could he stop the pain? Soon he lost his mind, his head was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, his clothes were soaked, the green tendons on his forehead were jumping, and his face was twitching vigorously, so he just gritted his teeth and died.

The pain in his body was overwhelming and endless: whenever he reached the critical moment when he couldn't bear it, he persuaded himself: just get through this while; But who knew that this pain was like a sea tide, a wave of square, a wave of rise, refusing to stop for a moment. Throwing him to the pinnacle of pain, torturing him to death, and before he could catch his breath when he was a little weaker, he immediately made him uncomfortable and wanted to die.

After repeatedly hurting all night, even an iron-clad man must not be able to stay up, not to mention that Jiang Langting was only a twelve-year-old and weak child at that time.

How strong do you call him?

Jiang Langting pondered: If such suffering has to be endured every month and never stop, wouldn't this sin be endless? Now that the attack is getting more and more severe, I am afraid that it will be even more fatal in the future, how can I bear it when the time comes? When I came back, Master gave up all his strength to heal my wounds, so what should I do in the future? I, Jiang Langting, have this terminal illness, I am already incompetent, I can't help myself, and I am tired of my master and mother, and I am even more unfilial. Anyway, it's like this every month, it's better to find a short-term view, and free yourself and others.

Thinking of this, just as another wave of pain in his body came with the momentum of thunder, Jiang Langting screamed, and after a little calm, he hurriedly went to the pillow and groped for a white porcelain vial. When I unplug it, I pour it into my mouth.

Say it's urgent, then it's fast. A dragon head dart shot through the window paper, and the object in Jiang Langting's hand was in the middle, and with a "snap", the bottle shattered, and the white powder inside sprinkled a pillow.

Long Yinzi and Wang Jinghong broke into the door, and with a finger from afar, they fixed the apprentice's limbs and taught him not to move. Long Yinzi stepped forward by himself, hooked up a little powder with his fingernails and sniffed it under his nose, and asked in shock: "Lang Ting, you said it to me, what is this?" -- Look at its color, smell its taste, and distinguish its shape, this is clearly the method he handed over to his disciples to break off his life recently!

Jiang Langting was able to move, so he knelt on the bed, sweated his hair and kowtowed, and begged: "Master, master, the apprentice is really helpless, the pain is unbearable!" As he spoke, he grabbed Master's sleeve and begged: "Master, you see, I can't get better anyway, anyway, I'm going to die of pain, and I'll have to suffer this crime every month in the future, I'm really afraid to think about it, I can't bear it." ”

He cried with tears on his face, and begged mournfully: "Master, why don't you just take me as an apprentice", turned his head and said to Wang Jinghong: "Master, you should only think that you have never saved me such a beggar, and I will repay your great kindness in the next life," Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain crawling from his backbone to his head, and his headache was splitting, he "banged" on the side of the bed and kowtowed, shouting: "Master, give me a good time!" Langting failed to make a living, only to die! ”

When Long Yinzi saw that he was begging for hardship, he couldn't help but burst into tears, and said, "It's in vain that I passed on so many poisonous techniques to you!" Master has never taught you to poison others, when did you teach you to poison yourself? When he was sad, he saw Jiang Langting start rolling on the bed, and shouted, "Kill me!" I can't afford to live! ”

Long Yinzi couldn't save him, but seeing that he really couldn't get rid of him, he simply secretly used his palm to smash the heavenly spirit cover of his beloved disciple in one fell swoop, he was about to move his palm over with tears, but was pulled by his wife, Wang Jinghong cried sadly, and said: "Brother Long, are you crazy? I really want to kill Lang Ting! ”

Long Yinzi was also very distressed, and replied, "Then what should I do?" Do you really have to let him die on the spot? ”

Wang Jinghong's hand touched his sleeve, and when he pulled it out, his fingertips glowed with cold light, and no one could see what was going on, but he saw that Jiang Langting was no longer making noise or speaking, and he had already fallen asleep - it turned out that between the calcium carbide firelight, she had pierced a silver needle in the disciple's Baihui acupoint.

Wang Jinghong stuffed Jiang Langting into the quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and looked at his withered little face and burst into tears: "Oh my God! What a wicked child of this kind! I can only use this trick once or twice, and if I do it a few more times, I'm afraid he will never wake up. ”

She leaned on her husband's shoulder, as if asking him, and as if muttering, "How is this good?" What to do with him? Long Yinzi didn't answer, and at the end seemed to persuade her to persuade herself: "Don't be afraid, you can save him at the beginning, but now there is always a way to make him die." Wait until I'm careful to come. ”

On the same day, dozens of carrier pigeons circled over Langya Valley one after another, and then flew in all directions, all over the world.

At that time, it was September in Langya Valley, and it was still as warm as spring, but the autumn scene gradually spread up the hillside: rolling hills, mountains and mountains, full of cedar trees, lush and clear; The maple forest on the outer layer is better than the red flower, and the flames are like dye. The morning mist lifted, and the sky above me was exceptionally blue, and a few clouds floated lightly above.

Nearby, several lakes are very open, reflecting the mountains into a blue color, a few wild ducks swaying in front of you, and a group of water birds frolicking and dancing, which is quite interesting; In the distance, a white line rushed from the towering ancient trees, flying between the valleys, jumping on the boulders, falling in the green valley, like the Milky Way falling to the ground, straight down for nine days, so beautiful that it was moving.

With such a beautiful scenery, people in the valley should be very pleasant, but the dragon and his wife were worried, and waited for the pigeon to bring back the letter every day.

It turned out that the note that Long Yinzi asked the group of pigeons to bring was only one sentence: "What is the solution to the soul locking curse?" ”

On the fourth day, Jiang Langting woke up, but he didn't eat or move, describing it as withered, and he was not dead, but his mind was scattered. Yurong Qingyi Wang Jinghong saw it in his eyes, anxious, but he couldn't be relieved, so he could only make food to feed him every day.

Long Yinzi only glanced at his disciple, and when he returned, he stood silently for a long time, and looked forward to the echo even more anxiously, and in only a few days, he made him feel sad about his gray hair.

After about half a month, I finally gave a reply to the stranger, but there were only three words: come to Liangzhou.