"Where are you heading north?"

"Zhaoming Temple."

The purple-clothed young man looked back at Wang Chenfeng, who had been asking him all the time, and saw that he was sitting in a wheelchair, and there was a young girl standing behind him.

"I said you cripple, why do you have so many problems?"

Wang Chenfeng smiled and didn't say anything, but Murong Qingyi behind him smiled, and took out a one-foot-long centipede from his arms.

"Believe it or not, I'll add some ingredients to your mutton soup!"

The purple-clothed young man glanced at Murong Qingyi: "Seven-step centipede, this centipede is different from other poisons, its head is golden, so it is also called a golden-topped centipede, you are so vicious and so beautiful, it must be the second lady of the Murong family, Murong Qingyi." ”

Murong Qingyi's mouth opened wide in shock: "How do you know, have we met before?" ”

"What's so difficult about this, don't say it's you, there are really few people on the rivers and lakes that I don't know."

The man in purple picked up the bowl and quickly pulled it into his mouth with chopsticks, and after a while, the remaining half bowl of mutton soup was also eaten by him.

Wang Chenfeng looked at the purple-clothed man in front of him with a smile, his smile was very comfortable, which made people look very warm, the kind that warmed their hearts.

In a cold winter like this, his smile is far brighter than the sun.

The man in purple looked at Wang Chenfeng, who was smiling, and couldn't help asking, "What are you laughing at?" ”

"Because I already know who you are."

"Oh? But I'm not sure who you are. ”

"It's okay, you can talk about it."

"White-clothed Confucian scarf, chic, holding seven stars, stepping on clouds, it looks like you should be the first disciple of the Heavenly Master Sect Wang Chenfeng, just ......"

"Just what?"

"It's just that Wang Chenfeng is not a cripple!"

"You still say!" Murong Qingyi was about to throw the centipede on the purple-clothed man.

"Hahaha, what you said is right, I am Wang Chenfeng, I am not a cripple, I am just poisoned by the Nine Yin Corpse of the Tang Sect, and I can't move for the time being."

"Oh, so who do you tell me I am?"

"In Jinling City, in Renyi Lane, green bricks and green tiles, purple-clothed princes."

The man in purple looked at Wang Chenfeng and nodded approvingly: "Good boy, I am the Marquis in Ziyi, but I have something important to do, and we will meet again in the future, let's talk about wine again." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he got up and was about to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he was stopped by Wang Chenfeng.

"Master Hou walks slowly, we are all the way, why don't we go together?"

The purple-clothed marquis looked at Wang Chenfeng cautiously, looked him up and down, and asked cautiously, "Do you know what I'm doing here?" ”

Wang Chenfeng beckoned to him and motioned for him to come over with his ear, and the Purple Marquis lowered his head and put his ear to his mouth.

Ziyihou's face gradually became solemn, and after listening to the last sentence, he exclaimed: "How do you know that I am here for the secret purpose!" ”

"I don't know, just now I saw you come out of the ruins of the Xiangwang Mansion, so take a bold try, now I can be sure."

Wang Chenfeng still had a sly smile on the corner of his mouth.

Ziyihou nodded: "Yes, you are indeed a smart person, but how do you know that I am not with the King of Zhenbei?" ”

"Because of your intelligence, you can't be a bad person!" Murong Qingyi wanted to deliberately amuse him.

How do you know that the purple marquis didn't care, but thought carefully, is his IQ really so anxious?

"Don't listen to her nonsense, because you don't have murderous energy in you."

Ziyi Hou was stunned again when he heard this, thought for a moment, and nodded solemnly: "Yes, I really don't look like a bad person." ”

"But how can I trust you?"

Wang Chenfeng slowly put his hand into the placket of his chest, took out a bright yellow cloth from it, and handed it to the purple-clothed marquis.

Ziyihou just shook off the cloth, his face turned pale, and he was about to kneel down when his butt leaned forward.

Wang Chenfeng helped him: "Master Hou, there are many people, don't make a noise, just avoid these vulgar courtesies." ”

The purple-clothed marquis glared at him: "I want to kneel to this holy decree, but I don't want to kneel to you!" ”

"I know, I can't stand it if you kneel me!"

Wang Chenfeng looked around, there were many pawns and merchants coming and going here, and it was really not a place to speak.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the sleeve of the purple-clothed Hou: "Master Hou, it's inconvenient to talk here, let's move to the night to listen to the snow building, and I'll tell you about me." ”

Ziyihou nodded: "Yes, in the records of Linglong Pavilion, you and Su Muchen are indeed friends of life and death, in the eighteen serial villages of Junshan, the two of you fought side by side for two days and nights, although they were all scarred, but they all punished the eighteen bandits of Junshan." ”

"That's all old yellow calendar, what are you talking about, Tsing Yi, let's lead the way for Hou Ye in front."

Murong Qingyi nodded, like a virtuous wife, and pushed Wang Chenfeng to turn around and walk in the direction of the Yeqi Tingxue Tower.

……

In the night listening to the snow building, Su Muchen was happily sitting on a rocking chair covered with fox skin, watching the young disciples in the building having a snowball fight.

Suddenly, a snowball flew in the direction of Su Muchen, he stretched out his hand with a smile and grabbed the snowball in his hand.

"Ahem, haha, little bunnies, throw it when you see it."

He let go of his hand, and the crushed snowball he had pinched fell from between his fingers and melted into the snow.

Su Muchen's eyes were only staring at his hands at this time, he looked at it for a long time, his eyes gradually became sharp, and he no longer had the gentleness of Fang Cai.

Liu Yunyan, the hall master of the Drifting Snow Hall who was standing behind him, also noticed that something was wrong with him, and walked towards him with a long light green fish skirt.

As soon as she got close, she let out an exclamation, and Su Muchen's entire palm had turned black at this time.

Su Muchen's gaze swept to the group of disciples who were still having a snowball fight, he wanted to find out who threw the snowball just now, but they were dressed the same and had a similar height, where was it so easy.

"Don't make a noise!" Su Muchen looked back at Liu Yunyan, Liu Yunyan's delicate face was already covered with a faint cloud of sorrow at this time.

She nodded at Su Muchen, and handed the willow leaf knife in her arms to Su Muchen: "Cutting flesh and bloodletting can reduce toxicity." ”

The two of them were smiling the whole time, as if they were happily talking about something.

"Boss, do you need to inform Pang Wancheng? He should be teaching those boys martial arts in the apse right now. ”

Su Muchen slashed his palm with a knife, and a stream of black blood slowly flowed out of his palm, and it was still as black as ink after a long time: "It's so poisonous!" ”

Liu Yunyan couldn't laugh at all at this time, he knew that Su Muchen had been poisoned deeply, and bloodletting could no longer be detoxified.

Even if the person who poisoned her didn't come to her, she would also find out the person who was poisoned and ask him to hand over the antidote!