The two stayed in the Dark Pavilion for another night, and the next morning, the genius was bright, and the two embarked on the journey home filled with white fog.

After that unforgettable meal, the old man basically didn't eat much for the next two days, lost his appetite at all, and his whole person looked like he was in a big way. Lu Ci realized that what he had done this time seemed to be a little too much, and a trace of guilt arose in his heart.

In order to make up for this small mistake, Lu Ci finally gave the Gu poison in his hand another pill to the old man after careful consideration. In this way, as long as the Gu poison attacks after two months, there is no need to look for him, and the old man can take it in time, and he can suffer a lot less.

For Lu Ci's abnormal behavior, the old man was quite surprised, if he hadn't watched Lu Ci pour the Gu poison out of the porcelain bottle, he would definitely doubt the authenticity of the Gu poison. Maybe he has been teased by Lu Ci too many times, and he seems to have some kind of psychological shadow.

It came and went, and it was soon the middle of September. In the chaos after the war, time seems to pass very quickly, and the rivers and lakes are relatively peaceful during this time, and the various sects have spent a quiet time.

However, the Flying Cliff that provoked this great battle in the first place did not have the time to recuperate as the other sects, and now they were facing a siege from all sides by the imperial army.

However, fortunately, the terrain of Feitou Cliff is steep, which can be said to be easy to defend and the enemy cannot attack it. Although they have been besieged for more than a month, those generals have nothing to do with this group of thieves, so they can only use siege tactics to persecute them.

Since they couldn't attack it, these generals decided to trap these people on the cliff and wait until they ran out of food, to see how long these people could get away.

The king of the Nanzhuan Kingdom made a holy decree and vowed to exterminate all the thieves who flew through the cliff. If these generals fail to complete the task, then punishment awaits them, so no matter how difficult the task is, they have to find a way to complete it. As for a little longer, it doesn't hurt.

After a long period of retreat, Kong Bozhi's injuries had healed seventy or eighty percent, and he was released on the day of the arrival of the imperial army. He was extremely angry when faced with such a group of minions of the imperial court, but the other side was outnumbered, while his people suffered heavy casualties in the battle with the various major sects, destroying the foundation of the Flying Cliff.

In addition, the injury has not healed, and his own strength is only forty percent of the original, so Fei Che Cliff has no ability to fight at all, and he can only endure it for the time being, and he is a humiliating turtle with a shrunken head on the cliff.

And in the past month, except for the people who had carefully guarded the exit, everyone else had also gathered at the top of the cliff. In order to avoid being caught by the people of the imperial court, in case these little minions leak some secrets of Feitou Cliff. For example, the entrance to the cliff is the most basic, not a secret, but the people of the court have not discovered it so far.

After leaving the customs, Kong Bozhi seems to prefer to stay in his main hall, and he likes to sit down on his master on the three steps when he has nothing to do on weekdays, playing with two smooth glass balls in his hands.

Gu Panman and the three of them, as usual, came to the main hall to greet Kong Bozhi for good morning, and then sat down in their respective positions and waited for Kong Bozhi to speak.

A long time passed, and the three of them thought that Kong Bozhi had nothing to do today, and when they wanted to get up and leave, Kong Bozhi suddenly opened his eyes, and his voice sounded a little hoarse: "How many days is today?" ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and they knew that Kong Bozhi had asked how many days they had been besieged, and finally Ke Tianxu took a step forward and replied with a slight bow: "Thirty-ninth day." ”

"Heh, this dog emperor of the Nanzhuan Kingdom is quite energy-intensive." Kong Bozhi smiled casually on his face, but this smile was full of contempt and disdain, as if he didn't take the king of a country in his eyes at all.

But in fact, the anger in Kong Bozhi's heart is getting stronger and stronger, how can he have suffered this kind of wretched anger in the past 20 years. On that day, after learning that he was besieged by the army of the imperial court, he was shocked a lot.

Kong Bozhi never imagined that the monarch of the Nanzhuan Kingdom would suddenly make a move against him as a Jianghu sect, and all he did was to die thousands of lives under the sinkhole.

In his opinion, those people's lives are nothing, but the dog emperor in his eyes wants to fight him to the death, how can this not make him angry. He didn't take the initiative to provoke the imperial court, even if he gave the dog emperor face, but the dog emperor had to take the initiative to provoke him.

If it weren't for the fact that the situation of Feitou Cliff was not as good as before, he would definitely want those people to come and go, and then take revenge and go back, so that the dog emperor would know how powerful he was. It's just that the current situation really makes him feel aggrieved and angry.

Kong Bozhi muttered to himself intermittently, and the three of them just stood in the center of the hall and listened quietly, without answering. Since there was no instruction from Kong Bozhi, it was difficult for the three of them to leave without permission.

Perhaps because he was thirsty, Kong Bozhi finally sat up, his loose white hair and thick beard covering most of his face, and the whole person did not look good.

He leaned forward and poured himself a cup of tea, which had not been brought for a long time, and it was still a little hot, and he blew it before taking a sip.

However, his face changed completely in the next moment, and he threw the porcelain cup in his hand on the ground fiercely, and then flicked his wide sleeves, knocked all the tea on the case to the ground, and said angrily: "Where did this rotten tea come from?!" Is it a human drink? ”

The pot fell to the ground, was smashed in an instant, and lay in a puddle of water sadly, but Kong Bozhi's anger was still soaring, as if he had vented all the anger that had been held in his heart these days through this trivial matter.

The three people in the center of the main hall had long been accustomed to the moody temperament of their cliff master, and at the moment when Kong Bozhi threw the cup in his hand, only a trace of surprise flashed on the faces of the three people, and then they returned to normal, without any fear, and remained silent, allowing Kong Bozhi to go crazy and roar with red eyes on the main seat.

"Kill me the one who makes the tea! Dare to change the tea leaves of this seat without permission, hum! The green tendons on Kong Bozhi's forehead bulged, and he slapped on the case, making a loud noise.

After being besieged for so long and the increasingly scarce materials, the three of them had already reported to Kong Bozhi, but Kong Bozhi didn't take it seriously at that time, saying that these trivial matters should be handled by them.

And now, not only has he drunk all the high-quality tea leaves that Kong Bozhi uses on weekdays, but even the rice and vegetables are not much left.

But there are still so many people living on the cliff, and they all rely on the little food left to survive. Now the first thing to be solved should be the food problem, not just the tea, but no one dares to say such words in front of Kong Bozhi.