In order not to startle the snake, Liu Mianxi and Gu Qingting wanted to quietly put the poison in the morning tea. The Chongyang school is the most important and elegant, and tea tasting and meditation are the daily homework of the disciples, and every morning they can wake up with tea to start a day's cultivation.

As expected, within half an hour, they began to feel dizzy, and then their eyes were red and swollen and their skin was red.

If the treatment is not timely, it will gradually ulcerate all over the body like the head of the Zhengyang faction. Liu Mianxi looked in the dark, and there didn't seem to be anything abnormal.

The dose of poison this time is not large, and it is not as heavy as the poison in the head. Thinking that it may be dazzling to do it during the day, I am afraid that the chance of doing it at night will be higher.

When it was getting dark at night, everyone was settled, Gu Qingting hid in the dark, and Liu Mianxi went up to the roof and kept staring at the movement below.

After waiting for a long time, I saw a figure come out, holding a signal firework in his hand and about to transmit.

However, he was very vigilant to observe the situation around him, and only after some inspection did he light the fireworks with confidence.

The fireworks were released for several zhang, and the flames were eye-catching, and after the fireworks, he quickly returned to the front of the hall, but was stunned by Gu Qingting who was hiding in the dark.

Liu Mianxi saw that there seemed to be no movement, and came down from the roof and asked:

"Why did you stun him, you should ask clearly after tying him up, you are too fast." Gu Qingting said with an innocent face:

"My hand is smooth, I'm full of medicine, isn't this faster than a sword." If these two people put aside their seniority and start talking, they are really as ruthless as their own brothers.

Overnight, he tied up this person and locked him in his room, and kept watch all night. The next day, the sky was just bright, and before the disciple got up in the morning, Gu Qingting mixed the antidote into the tea.

After tossing all night, and after doing this, he went back to make up for sleep. It was only the time of two teas, and no one would have imagined that when the courtyard door was opened, the person who came was Murong Ci, the senior brother of the Zhengyang faction.

His spirit was not good, his eyes were sluggish, as if he had experienced a catastrophe, and when he saw Gu Qingting, there was something strange in his eyes.

They all thought that he came back because it was extremely difficult outside, so they were a little guarded and didn't think much about it.

After lunch, Liu Mianxi went alone to interrogate the person who reported the news, and when they found that there were still spies among the Zongyang faction after the last time the person who served the head of the sect committed suicide, they believed that the matter behind this was not simple.

And Gu Qingting was in the front hall as if nothing had happened, and the poison of the disciples was also solved after the morning tea, so he did not say anything about it.

The disciples thought that they had eaten bad stomachs that day, and they did not notice anything unusual. Gu Qingting and Murong Ci are old acquaintances, and they haven't seen each other for a long time.

After Murong resigned, he mostly recuperated in the room and did not ask anything about the guests. The disciples don't think it's strange, the Zhengyang faction has been strict for a long time, and the senior brother is an example for the disciples.

On weekdays, he is not smiling and rigorous, and he is deeply respected by the boss. But Gu Qingting always felt that something was wrong and had no basis, and he was faintly uneasy