Beyond the rocks was a pool, apparently a pool of stagnant water, and the water was green. Ma Yucheng had a toxic attack, and his breath was barely suppressed, and his limbs were weak, mainly because his lips were dry and his throat was as uncomfortable as a fire. He climbed to the edge of the pool, didn't care that the water was dirty and green, drank a few big sips, and then sat down on the edge of the pool and began to breathe.

The wound on the left shoulder dart spilled wisps of purple-black blood. He felt that the dart wound was highly poisonous and poisonous, and the green water he had just drunk was restraining each other, and his left shoulder was itching and painful.

Water rhyme pine wind lying grass house,

The world is far away from the top of the blue mountain.

Fisherman's song is drunk with smoke,

Sing a thousand autumn leaves.

A desolate and distant singing voice came, and then an old man appeared, carrying a fishing basket and a fishing rod, and walked leisurely down the mountain.

"Help me. Ma Yucheng shouted with difficulty. The old man turned his head and saw Ma Yucheng and was very surprised. This place is remote, few outsiders set foot in it, and Ma Yucheng is obviously an unfamiliar face, so he was surprised. This surprise was not faked, he quickly took a few steps back, concentrating on guard.

Ma Yucheng wanted to explain, but at this time, he was fighting with poison, his body was like being tortured, his teeth trembled, and he couldn't speak.

The old man saw the signs, and cautiously stepped forward, and asked, "Where did the guest come from, and what are you doing with us?"

Ma Yucheng gritted his teeth and endured the pain and said, "I want to find a secluded place to recuperate." After saying this, sweat broke out on his head.

The old man looked at Ma Yucheng and was sure that he was telling the truth. Then he looked at his dark and blue lips and asked, "Have you drunk the water in this pool?"

Ma Yucheng nodded with difficulty.

"It's over. The old man was shocked: "This pool is called a poisonous pool, don't you see that the water in this pool is green? If you look at the bones of the beasts around you, they are all birds and beasts in this area, because they died here because they drank the water of the pool. ”

Ma Yucheng raised his heavy eyelids and looked around, and there were indeed many animal bones.

The old man sighed, shook his head, and said, "If you drink this pool of water, the gods can't save you." I'm going down the mountain to fish. After saying that, he picked up the fishing rod and left, without dragging the mud and water. After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something, walked back, untied the water bladder on his waist and said, "Drink two sips of water to quench your thirst." Feed Ma Yucheng drank a few sips of water, and then staggered away.

Ma Yucheng sat alone in the pool and waited for death, he thought that this time the three poisons were attacked, most of them were hopeless. He thought of his wife Yuan Yunni, who had not been heard from for more than a year, and thought of his master and apprentice, thinking more about the fact that he couldn't find out the masked man. His thoughts were like a tide, and before he knew it, his breathing was smoother than before, so he closed his eyes and looked inward, exercising his strength to resist the poison.

I don't know how long it took, but another voice came. He looked up, but it was the old man who had gone fishing before, and brought another old man over. Both of them carried fishing rods and fishing baskets on their backs. The old man from before said: "Count your kid's life big, let me bump into Lao Langzhong today." ”

The old man who dared to love later was a Langzhong.

Lang Zhong's face was solemn, and he took Ma Yucheng's wrist and gently helped him take his pulse.

"Strange thing!" Lang Zhong's expression turned calm.

"Old man Jiang, what's the strange thing?" the old man asked puzzled.

Thinking that this Langzhong's surname was Jiang, Jiang Langzhong raised his head and glared at the old man, and said, "Brother Mai, you said that he was poisoned and dying, and the toxicity on his body was weakening from the pulse, isn't it strange." ”

Ma Yucheng felt it, and really felt that the qi was smoother, and his left shoulder was not as painful as before.

Jiang Langzhong looked at Ma Yucheng suspiciously and asked, "Have you been poisoned before?"

Ma Yucheng nodded and said, "I was poisoned first, and then I was poisoned." ”

Jiang Langzhong was amazed that the poison in the cup and the poison in the dart pool and the poisonous water in the poison pool could restrain each other and relieve each other's toxicity.

Ma Yucheng was overjoyed, he was going to Chenzhou to find the witch sect to remove the poison cup, but he didn't expect to encounter some danger halfway, and the cup poison actually solved itself. And Wu Panlong, who was a hundred miles away from him, suffered a big crime, and wanted to track the natal cup and find an opportunity to take it back, but he was unintentionally urging the cup worm to find the traces, but he was suddenly attacked, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, and his spirit suddenly withered. It turned out that the poison dart hit Ma Yucheng's shoulder, but it happened to hurt Wu Panlong's natal cup, causing him to suffer a heavy blow. He knew that the natal cup was injured, and with a faint sense, he looked for Ma Yucheng's whereabouts. When Ma Yucheng drank the water of the poison pool, the faint sense disappeared completely, and his spirit was sluggish again.

Wu Panlong expected that the natal cup was dead, and fled back to Chenzhou to close his door. He wants to heal his wounds, and he also needs to re-nourish his natal cup, as long as the natal cup is re-cultivated, his spirit can be restored to its original state. The natal cup is different from other cups, it can't be raised in a few years, and the re-nourishing ones are not as powerful as the first ones. It seems that this witch sect leader will not be able to get out of the rivers and lakes for three or five years.

In the rocky mountain, Jiang Langzhong took out a few pills and asked Ma Yucheng to take them internally and apply them externally. After a while, Ma Yucheng felt refreshed, and the redness and swelling on his left shoulder had almost disappeared. He stood up, waved at Jiang Langzhong, and said, "I haven't asked Doctor Jiang yet." ”

Jiang Langzhong smiled and was silent, but Mai Lao hurriedly said: "His name is Jiang Qingxu, and he is a famous Langzhong here." ”

was so shocked that the sword in Ma Yucheng's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he hurriedly bowed down and saluted again, saying, "Senior Ma Yucheng, knock on the Holy Procedure Senior." ”

"What are you talking about? Why don't I understand?" Mai Lao scratched his ears and cheeks, it was the first time he had heard of any "holy order", and he didn't know that Langzhong in this mountain was still famous in the rivers and lakes.

Ma Yucheng explained to Mai Lao: "Senior Jiang was originally a miracle doctor in the martial arts who could bring the dead back to life, but later disappeared to avoid the imperial court's conscription, but I didn't expect to live in seclusion here and save my life." ”

"No wonder. Mai Lao seemed to suddenly realize and said: "I said that he has such a good medical skill, why don't he go to the city to make a fortune, and fish and catch birds in this remote field all day long." I see!"

"Let's go! Jiang Qingxu didn't say much, and shouted at Mai Lao. said to Ma Yucheng again: "I am here, and the young man cannot be preached." ”

Ma Yucheng arched his hand, which was a response.

Once the poison is removed, Chenzhou doesn't have to go, so he wants to go to Junshan to see Liu Rufeng, and he always feels that the masked man may have something to do with this junior brother.

There are still many forces on the rivers and lakes that want to capture or kill Ma Yucheng, and dozens of these people are in groups, looking for his traces everywhere, occasionally encountering, entangled, making him annoying.

On this day, he will go to Yuezhou, and by the Sanyan Bridge on the shore of the South Lake, there is a cemetery of the first generation of the head of Huifengmen, and he went to pay his respects. After the head of Huifeng returned to his death, he should have been buried in Yudi Mountain, but the grandfather's last words were that his cemetery should be worshiped by thousands of people every day and accompanied by thousands of lights at night. Yuzhi Mountain is secluded, neither worshipped nor lit by a few houses. The people discussed repeatedly, and buried him next to the three-eyed bridge, there are always thousands of people crossing the bridge during the day, and the lights of the city can be seen at night, which can be regarded as living up to the ancestral master's deathbed.

However, Ma Yucheng was surrounded by people just after worshipping, although he was a group of inconspicuous characters, but they all seemed to be righteous and awe-inspiring, and kept saying "horse thief", asking him to give Wulin an explanation.

These people are not his opponents at all, and most of the people who have been pestering him for days are not his opponents, but in the name of martial arts morality, they seem to be qualified to ask for guilt. This kind of entanglement of right and wrong really disgusted Ma Yucheng, and he said coldly: "You really think I am a soft persimmon." ”

"What kind of soft persimmon? You have killed fellow martial artists, and you have to give an explanation. Other people seemed to see that Ma Yucheng was really angry, but there was a short-dressed man who didn't know what to do, and he scolded Ma Yucheng angrily.

Ma Yucheng's heart had already become cold, he slowly pulled out his sword, and said a few words from his mouth: "Okay, from now on, I will give an explanation every day." ”

As soon as the word "law" came out, the sword flashed, and the head of the man fell to the ground. Ma Yucheng carried the bloody sword and said indifferently: "Who else wants to say?"

Someone exclaimed: "Ma Yucheng, you still dare to kill people?"

Ma Yucheng said coldly: "If you don't disappear within ten breaths, you will be the same as him." Lao Tzu just wants to kill people, and no one dares to ask me for an explanation in the martial arts. He carried a bloody sword, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

Those people were frightened, and while retreating, someone shouted: "The devil is waiting, and the martial arts will seek justice." The sword flashed, and the head of the person who spoke was gone.

Ma Yucheng felt that he had always been entangled in right and wrong because he was too kind. From today onwards, he will go on a killing spree, and whoever dares to entangle him will be killed!