Hearing this almost repetitive words, Yeluo raised her eyebrows, and the impatient look on her cold face became even more prevalent. Thinking that if he stabbed the old man in front of him with one foot into the coffin, he was afraid that it would take a little more time to ask for the remaining spirit stones, so he pressed the killing intent in his heart, stepped forward and grabbed the little old man's collar, and said in a cold voice word by word, "I want the rest of the spirit stones." ”

Old Lu Tou's face did not show the slightest look of panic and fear, he just vaguely felt a little angry, even if he had not walked on the rivers and lakes for a long time, but these juniors should always have the most ordinary respect for the old and love for the young. I have been sitting at the door of the rice shop all these years, who is not polite to see it.

So he put away the smile that had been hanging on his face, stretched out his thin hand like a branch slowly, and put it on the fist that was clenching the collar on his chest, and sighed with a gloomy face, "The Lord asked me to send you away, and Xiao Lao'er has been thinking about which way to send you out of the city or send you on the road to the bottom." ”

Looking at the thin old man who should have been held up in the air by his collar standing in place at this moment, listening to the coldness revealed in his undulating tone, Nightfall watched in horror as his fingers were easily broken one after another from the top of his clenched fist like bananas. It was only at this time that he realized that his body was like a skin bag with a gap, and he could obviously feel the existence of the spiritual power of the surrounding heaven and earth, but he couldn't use even the slightest bit.

"You...... What have you done to me? Nightfall, who had gradually woken up from his fright, finally recognized the situation in front of him, and his face became extremely ugly, but no matter how he thought about it, he didn't understand when he had fallen into the Tao.

Lao Lu Tou's face full of vicissitudes of life and wrinkles appeared an extremely indifferent look, at this moment looking at Yeluo is like looking at a dead man, he pressed Yeluo to sit on the bench, and moved a chair from behind the counter step by step to sit opposite, it is these few simple actions, all of which made Lao Lu Tou panting, resting for a while before relieving his strength, he reached out to take the bamboo pole that fell in the night, while laughing at himself, "It's really old, useless." ”

What was hidden in the bamboo pole was the long sword that Yeluo had never left his body, and Lao Lu Tou took it in his hand and carefully weighed it a few times, and finally a slightly sincere smile appeared on his face, "Not bad, it's worth the deposit I paid before." ”

"Senior, it's a small one who doesn't know Taishan, and I'm willing to double the deposit before...... No, I am willing to pay it back tenfold. Or if the seniors have any other sends, as long as the seniors open their mouths, the small ones will definitely be done for the seniors. Yeluo was silent for a moment, and then raised his head and said very sincerely.

If there were no face-rending words as foreshadowing, perhaps there would be a chance to survive in the hands of this hidden old shopkeeper. Now that he has become an enemy, it is extremely natural to kill people and kill people, and the assassin who was born in the dark world and has seen too many ghosts and hearts obviously will not have the luxury of expecting that the old Lu Tou at this moment will be kind and let himself live. It's just that when you die, you know that life is precious, and at this moment, the nightfall still has a little bit of the previous unruly appearance, and people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so both the words and the tone of voice are extremely sincere and sincere.

Probably because he felt that he could not repay the sincerity of the other party, Lao Lu Tou coughed a few times, grinned slightly embarrassedly, and looked straightforward and kind, as if he saw a familiar neighbor in the sun every day, he pointed to several places in the house with the bamboo cane in his hand, and then explained one by one, "The water in the clay pot is poisonous, the bowl is poisonous, and the lamp oil is also poisoned." It doesn't matter if these poisons are superimposed, but it is very important to stack them in pairs. ”

Cultivators are known as a hundred poisons, and this poison naturally refers to the poison of the mortal world.

It is not for nothing that there are poisons that can block the operation of the Qi Sea meridians and even directly mix the sea of consciousness, but it is difficult to refine, and the spiritual sense of the cultivators is extremely keen, so it is really not easy to perform it in front of them without knowing it, so almost no sects will devote themselves to studying the art of poison making, and even a few swords that have gone off the rails have long been interrupted in the long river of history. Nowadays, there is almost no master in the world who is good at poisoning.

If you go back a few decades, there are still one or two.

Looking at the old Lu Tou in front of him, who looked like he was about to report to the coffin shop next door, thinking about this surname that is rare in the local area, it was like a lightning bolt suddenly jumping out of his sea of thoughts at night, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Could it be that you are the poison master Lu Ye?!" ”

Poisoner Lu also became famous in front of Yijiazi, no one knows his origin, only that he relied on his own strength to create a new era of toxicology, and even made countless heroes hate on the spot with his unique poisoning methods. Just when everyone thought that he was going to start a sect, Lu Ye chose to retreat to the mountains and forests and did not ask about the world, and disappeared from the eyes of the world.

Old Lu Tou smiled in surprise, but there was a bit of a stunned look in his expression, and he sighed, "I didn't expect that after so many years, there are still people who remember my name." ”

He didn't think about telling about his glorious past, nor did he explain why he had stayed in the rice shop in Nanshao City for more than ten years, but just looked at the nightfall with a desperate look on his face and said softly.

"Believe it or not, I really just wanted to get you out of town."

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The Assassins are on the run, and the people are panicking. When I saw the city defense army patrolling day and night, I remembered that the ruler of Li Cheng had always been vigorous and meticulous in governing the government over the years, and then he was a little calmer. However, the county guard Wang Zhi was furious when he heard this, and he specially sent two monks to Nanshao to support him that night.

Although he knew that his most powerful subordinate had his own unknown cards and methods, Wang Zhi still sent the monks in his mansion as soon as possible, ostensibly to assist in the arrest of the assassins, but in fact it was more to protect Li Xinglin's safety.

Although this assassination on the street was only aimed at the only son of the city lord, it was self-evident that the final point was the city lord. This kind of black hand reaching out to the dignitaries of the empire has always been regarded as a naked provocation to the empire, and it has not happened for many years. Therefore, whether it was to appease Li Xinglin and the people of Nanshao, or to declare the will of the empire within his jurisdiction, Wang Zhi expressed his attitude in the most direct way in a very short time.

I don't know if Wang Zhi deliberately told him, the two monks were also very easy-going and polite when they saw Li Xinglin, and they didn't have the high-minded temperament that those cultivators are used to, so after asking a few words, they arranged to live in the city lord's mansion and rest.

When Li Xinglin settled the two of them properly and returned to the side hall, Dong Ru and the others had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Li Xinglin coming, Dong Ru hurriedly got up and went to the kitchen to serve the warm white fungus soup on the stove, and Yu Haoxin and Jiang Li pulled Li Xinglin to sit down together.

In this boxy room, the three of them quickly exchanged glances, knowing that it was important to meet tonight, to find the most valuable one from the seemingly chaotic and unrelated clues, so as to make the most correct response before the assassins could slow down and move on to the next move.

"Is there a result?" Li Xinglin glanced at the flying sword in Yu Hao's novice hand and asked straight to the point.

Yu Haoxin checked the flying sword in his hand, not to mention the ordinary style, the material is not particular, the whole sword body looks mixed in color, the quality is very average, it should not be worth a few spirit stones, this kind of big road goods is afraid that a sect can turn it out of a bunch of hands, plus there is no special mark on it, if you want to find some clues from this flying sword, it is really difficult to climb to the sky.

He threw it casually, and the flying sword fell on the table with a clang, which frightened Jiang Li, who was napping with his ears on the table, and jumped up and looked at each other angrily, "What are you doing!" ”

Yu Haoxin didn't bother to look at him, he just pushed the little flying sword in front of Li Xinglin, and muttered, "Most of the dead ones are dead soldiers, their bodies are clean, and they can't find anything valuable, even this flying sword is also bland, and there are really no clues to follow." ”

Jiang Li glanced at it twice, then pursed his lips and continued to lie on the table, and said with a sigh of emotion, "Just this little sword, it is too inferior to give it to Ning Jing to play, and it almost killed the master." ”

Yu Hao Xinle smiled, and suddenly remembered the assassination on the street that day, although he had never seen it with his own eyes, but from Jiang Li's description afterwards, removing those self-beautifying forced dramas, it was enough to make people feel the thrill at that time, thinking that Jiang Li's life was indeed lost, he couldn't help but praise sincerely, "Dabao really has thick skin, and even a flying sword can't pierce it." ”

Jiang Li put his ear on the table and ignored him.

At this moment, through the patchwork of those different clues, Jiang Li also knew that the rich businessman who had fought with him in the Red Sleeve Building was the eunuch Fu Gonggong in charge of the Second Prince's Mansion, and he couldn't help but secretly speak, no matter how stupid he was, he also knew that the son who followed Fu Gonggong on the street that day was naturally the second prince Wei Mingxuan.

The person who has been guarding against him since the day he lived in the prison ended up being the one who saved himself, and this matter seems strange no matter how you look at it.

"It doesn't make sense." Jiang Li rubbed his head, feeling that he really couldn't figure out the intricacies in it, and couldn't figure out why the two princes and his entourage, who were different from each other, wanted to help him. It's just that the focus of tonight is not these, he stumbled out a few portraits brought back from the inn during the day from the package behind him, and laid them flat on the table, then lamented, "Lao Li, take a look for yourself, what kind of sins have you created and provoked some people in the inn." ”