On the other side of the room, Yang Qing'er and Rong'er's adoptive mother were still talking in a whisper. It was only after hearing a noise in the courtyard that the two stopped talking. When she found that someone had stuffed the lighted incense into the window, Yang Qinger scolded.

Yang Qing'er's temper is too hot.

Yang Qing'er as an adult is many times more popular than Yang Qing'er when she was a teenager. Compared with the Yang Qing'er by the waterhole of the Mo family's altar, it is a world of difference.

Yang Qing'er scolded, grabbed a piece of Dongdong casually, and smashed it towards the window.

"Horn!"

There was a crunch on the other side of the window!

Yang Qing'er took out the broken sword and jumped over.

"Boom!"

Before reaching the door of the room, Yang Qing'er felt dizzy, and the broken sword in her hand fell to the ground. Weak, he collapsed at the door.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Outside the window, there was a smug laugh.

Then! A young voice came and said to himself, "This is called three steps!" If you smell it, you can only take three steps, and you will fall! Seemingly! The martial arts of this male duck's voice are not weak! ”

I thought: Huh! I met your grandfather and me today! I'll let you die!

Inside the hall! After the two little girls coughed twice, they stopped making a sound and "slept" like that.

This "three-step pour" incense is really not covered!

Hearing the movement inside, the masked man became even more emboldened. He knew that the three-step incense had worked. If you don't start now, when?

He pushed the door of the hall and didn't open it. Then he pulled out the sharp knife on his body, stuck it into the crack of the door, and stoggled.

The doors and windows of Rong'er's house have been changed by Dai Liu'er, and there are hidden bolts on the door bolts. I pulled it out for a while, but I didn't pull it out.

The masked man was very annoyed and wanted to kick it a few times, but he held back. Saw! He pressed his face to the crack in the door and looked into the hall.

The lights were on in the hall, and the lights were dim. Around the hall, there are various bamboo utensils and peeled bamboo skins. In the center of the hall, there is a movable bed, on which there seem to be two people lying on it. It was clear that the two men had been poisoned by the incense and fell asleep.

Unable to enter the house, the masked man went to the other side of the room again, pressed his face against the crack in the window, and looked inside.

In the room, there are also lights, and the lights are dim. Obviously, the wick was deliberately pressed very small.

In ancient times, oil lamps were generally not extinguished, in order to preserve the fire.

It's not like later societies had ignition materials such as matches.

At that time, it was generally used to use fire breakers, that is, to rub two stones that could produce sparks, and it was very troublesome to start a fire. So! Most people will light an oil lamp to save the fire.

There are also people who keep the fire in the form of a charcoal fire. That is, the ash fire under the stove is used to preserve the fire, and charcoal is generally used as the fire.

In the room, there was a man leaning on the bed, looking out into the darkness with his eyes.

The masked man looked at it and was startled.

What's going on? Why is that fat woman okay? It looks like there's no poisoning at all.

The masked man couldn't believe it, and searched the room again.

There is nothing special about this room, and it is also the furnishings of most people's homes in the capital of Qi Kingdom.

When he saw the room leading to the door of the hall, the masked man smiled again.

The tall, male-duck-voiced woman collapsed at the door of the room.

But he still didn't understand, what's going on? Why wasn't the fat woman on the bed poisoned?

It was at this moment that a hand gently pressed on his back shoulder.

"Who?" The masked man jumped to his feet in fright and cried out.

When he got rid of that palm, he found that Zhuangzi was standing in front of him.

"I'm going to kill you!"

The masked man was stunned for a moment, but still brandished the sharp knife in his hand, glared at a pair of hateful eyes, and stabbed at Zhuangzi.

After Zhuangzi heard Yang Qing'er's shouting and scolding, he prepared to come out and capture the masked man alive. Want to see who this masked man really is? Why is it so familiar?

Outcome! He was also poisoned.

This is called a three-step pour-down incense, the toxicity is not generally strong, as long as you smell a little, it will be poured within three steps.

"Brother Zhuang?"

Rong'er hurriedly held Zhuangzi and shouted urgently.

With the support of a strong will, Zhuangzi did not fall asleep. Although he was a little dizzy, he was still very conscious. He also knew that he was poisoned, but he didn't know what to do?

"Brother Zhuang! You're poisoned! Brother Zhuang! Fast! Fast! Sit down cross-legged, practice the mental method, and force the poison out of the Yongquan acupoint! ”

Rong'er didn't dare to speak loudly, and said softly to Zhuangzi, for fear of alarming the people outside.

Zhuangzi listened and prepared to sit down cross-legged. But? This three-step inverted incense was so powerful that his head was dizzy. In desperation, he had no choice but to enter the cultivation state through a strong consciousness.

For people in the realm of Zhuangzi, there is no need to cultivate cross-legged, and there is no need for that kind of posture, and they can enter the state of concentration anytime and anywhere.

Under his strong will, Zhuangzi entered a state of cultivation, and according to Rong'er's prompts, he ran the meridians, suppressed the poisonous gas, and discharged it through the Yongquan acupoint under his feet.

After Rong'er reminded Brother Zhuang, she herself felt a little dizzy. Before he could react, the whole person fell.

She is holding Zhuangzi, now! She fell, and Zhuangzi naturally fell with her.

But! Just as the two were about to fall onto the bed, Zhuangzi's body recovered.

Saw! One of his hands quickly leaned back, one propped up on the bed. There was a "squeak" sound on the bed, and the two of them did not fall.

With Zhuangzi's cultivation, detoxification is naturally not a problem.

When he first arrived at the lacquer garden, he used the spring hole at the bottom of his feet to drain all the wine. So! Detoxification through the springs is a very simple thing for him.

"Rong'er? Rong'er? ”

Straightening Rong'er, Zhuangzi shouted softly.

Rong'er raised the index finger of her right hand towards him, signaling not to disturb, she should detoxify with her heart.

For Rong'er, detoxification is not a difficult task. Last time! When a family is dissipated, it is through this method that they detoxify. So! After a while, the detoxification was successful.

The two of them slipped out of the kitchen, just in time to see their masked faces pressed against the crack in the window and looking into the room. Only then did Zhuangzi step forward and gently press on the other person's back and shoulder.

He didn't kill him, he already knew that the other party's martial arts were not good, and it was proper to capture him alive. If you want to kill him, you don't know how this guy died.

Zhuangzi dodged the sharp knife stabbed by the other party, and with a quick stroke, he removed the black veil on the opponent's face.

"It's you!" Zhuangzi exclaimed.

The masked man was none other than a young man from the restaurant where he had eaten when he came back in the afternoon.

"Why are you trying to kill me?" Zhuangzi asked.