Men can only be searched by her on herself.

In addition to weapons, Li Qingyi found that he also had a few pieces of money, some salt cubes, and a few small porcelain bottles.

She opened them one by one, leaned under the man's snort, and said, "Smell it first."

The man was sullen and knew that she was afraid that the powder would be poisonous, so he let him smell it first.

The man snorted and signaled that there was no poison in her.

Li Qingyi then put the medicine bottle under his nose to distinguish it carefully, two of which were gold sore medicine, and the other bottle was not very distinct, but it contained the scent of Poria cocos and Prunella vulgaris.

Both of these herbs have a detoxifying effect.

Li Qingyi's eyes lit up, and he pulled out the black cloth from the assassin's mouth and asked, "What is this bottle?"

The man glanced at her and said lightly, "I have gout, and it attacks every rainy weather, so I carry it with me."

Li Qingyi sneered, "There are Poria cocos and Prunella vulgaris here, which quack doctor gave you this thing to cure gout, if you have the life to go back, you should cut him with a sword!"

The man didn't seem to expect that she still understood pharmacology, so he looked away, didn't look at her and didn't speak.

Li Qingyi sneered, and moved the dagger closer to him, the tip of the knife slid down from his neckline, skimming his knife wound to his lower abdomen.

"You are in the capital, you must have heard of Lin Yi, although I also sympathize with him, but in extraordinary times, when you use extraordinary means, if you don't tell the truth, or lie to me, my hand shakes, and you will become the same as him!"

The man glared at her angrily.

Li Qingyi was unmoved, and the dagger pressed down slightly.

"This medicine can cure all kinds of poisons, just swallow it."

The man's breath was weak, apparently because he had lost too much blood.

But Li Qingyi had no pity for him, and immediately stuffed the black cloth back into his mouth, smeared some poisonous blood on the dagger, and made a cut on his arm.

The man's consciousness was already slightly blurred, and he was suddenly stabbed by Li Qingyi, his eyes widened, and he unconsciously spit out a cry of pain in his throat.

Li Qingyi ignored it completely, lifted his sleeve, and watched the blood from his wound quickly turn black, before pulling out the masking towel from his mouth, intending to give him an antidote pill.

But after thinking about it, he didn't give up, so he poured out the antidote pill, poured the end of the medicine at the bottom of the bottle into the man's mouth, and said, "Who knows if you are pretending to be afraid and deceiving me with lies, so I have to try the medicine with you first. If you tell a lie and die after taking this medicine, don't blame me."

The man glared at her sullenly, moved his tongue, and swallowed the powder.

Li Qingyi was not too troublesome, and blocked the masked towel again, not giving him the slightest chance to disturb her mind by talking nonsense, or to attract his companions.

She squatted beside the man, looked at the wound on his arm, and saw that the black qi at the wound was gradually converging, so she put her mind at ease, and hurriedly ran to Qin Zeng's side with the antidote, put a pill in his mouth, and ran to the river to get some water and feed it to him.

The water flowed to his throat, stimulating his instinct, and Qin Zeng had the action of swallowing.

Li Qingyi smiled, untied the bandage on his shoulder, re-applied the gold sore medicine to him, and carefully bandaged it.

The man looked at the completely different treatment, and his eyes showed mixed emotions.

was about to close his eyes, but saw Li Qingyi reflexively walking back towards him.

The man held his spirits and tried to lift his eyelids to look at her, wondering what she was going to do.

Li Qingyi squatted beside him and looked at the wound on his body.

Her knife is indeed quite ruthless, but it is not that she is powerful, but that the dagger is extremely sharp, and I don't know where Qin Zeng got the divine weapon. If she had a longer arm, she would have been able to cut the other person's throat.

Then, Li Qingyi took out one of the bottles of gold sore medicine and poured it along his wound little by little, tore his robe into several pieces, and bandaged him briefly.

The man was a little puzzled, so he heard Li Qingyi say, "I thought about it, since you want to hide your identity, it means that your identity is not ordinary, and if you keep your life, you may be able to be a hostage or something."

Hearing this, the man slowly closed it

Eye.

Li Qingyi ignored him anymore, looked at the sky and saw that the sky was already white, walked to the stream to drink water, and saw that his scattered bun was reflected in the water, so he dismantled the complicated bun in three or two, smoothed the hair a little with the stream water, and simply put the hair behind him with a strip of cloth.

Then he scooped up the water and threw it on his face.

As soon as the cold stream was agitated, she immediately felt a little more energetic, but her stomach rumbled at this time.

Since yesterday's worship of the Buddha, she has not eaten a grain of rice, and she has not felt hungry at night, but now her spirit is slightly relaxed, and her body immediately sends feedback. ap.

She looked into the stream, and there seemed to be fish swimming, and she couldn't help but feel shocked. He ran back and took the remaining arrows from the quiver on the Assassin's horse and returned to the stream, where he stood quietly and waiting.

The water of the stream is clear, the surface of the water is only up to Li Qingyi's ankles, and the fish in it are also very thin, but they are better than the numbers.

When she was a child, she followed her grandfather down to the river to fish, and she was very experienced, and she hit a few palm-sized fish with arrows in three or two clicks.

In order to prevent the people who were chasing them and not to make a fire, Li Qingyi could only use a dagger to clean the fish, shave off the bones and cut them into thin slices.

But if it was eaten raw, it would be too fishy, so she rubbed the salt from the man's body on the fish, then took it to the assassin, pulled the black cloth out of his mouth, and fed him a piece of fish.

The man looked at her suspiciously.

Li Qingyi said, "I'm afraid that you will starve to death, feed you something, how does it taste?"

"It's fishy."

"It's smeared with salt on your body, and it's got a little fishy, what, don't you want to eat it?"

The man looked at her, "I can barely eat."

When Li Qingyi heard this, he fed him another piece, and then squatted aside and watched him chew carefully.

The man stared at Li Qingyi's slightly haggard face because of the rush, his eyes were faintly shining, and he heard Li Qingyi say, "It seems that there is no poison in your salt."

The man was stunned, and Li Qingyi blocked his mouth with a black cloth again.

Seeing her turn around and go to Qin Zeng's side, he couldn't help but show a wry smile.

At this time, the sky was already bright, and the fog in the mountains had not dispersed, it was the best time to get up in the morning, and the layer of black qi that was faintly attached to Qin Zeng's face gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a trace of blood.

Li Qingyi checked Qin Zeng's wound and the place where he was pricked by the poisonous needle again, and both improved, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's just that she tossed and bumped all night, frightened and tired, and suddenly relaxed at this time, suddenly felt a burst of black flutter attacking, and fell to her knees beside Qin Zeng.

She didn't move, closed her eyes and waited for the vertigo to pass, and when she looked up again, she found that Qin Zeng had woken up and was looking at her with good eyes.

The eyes of the two met, Li Qingyi was overjoyed for a moment, and said excitedly, "Are you awake?"