"You could have killed me," Hu Yingying said, "If you really have the ability to make a poison that even I can't taste, you can avenge Senior Brother Ziyou." But you're missing out. ”

Hu Yingying looked at Nanzhen in front of him and did not blame.

"Ask yourself what I have been doing in the past half of my life. The only thing he did wrong was that he was soft-hearted at that time, causing Jia'er to become a person who is not a ghost or a ghost, and her flesh and blood were separated, causing the second junior brother Xi Potian to die tragically, and he failed to save Ah Xiang, so that he turned against Ziyou. ”

Hu Yingying said: "But I have never regretted it. If I don't do those things, who can do them, and if I don't do the wicked, who will?"

The disaster of the Medicine King Valley is always a matter of opinion, and the world is false, who knows which one is the truth?

Or, there is no truth at all. Even if there were, it was all old and meaningless.

The dead have long been worthless, and the living are the final victors.

"So you killed Monroe?" Hu Yingying asked. In terms of the current situation, not only did he not blame Nanzhen, but asked about Monroe.

"Does it matter?" replied Nanjin. "Sister Monroe has long since disappeared from the sea of people at this moment, and all this has nothing to do with her. ”

"That's right," Hu Yingying said, "If it weren't for Ziyou's ruthless needle, Monroe would have had a better life." Speaking of which, she is also a disciple of Ziyou, and it is reasonable to have such a plan with you. All these years, she didn't want to kill me. It's not so much that she has been dedicating poison to me all year round, but that she doesn't have that ability after all. ”

"So I'll do it. Nam Jin said. "It's up to me to end this. ”

"What's your name?" asked Hu Yingying.

"Nanzhen, my name is Nanzhen. Nanzhen replied, "I am from Changbai Mountain, and my name will be the last one you remember." ”

"Do you really think that these few flavors of medicine of yours will kill me?" Hu Yingying asked rhetorically. "I admire your courage and appreciate what you do, but you will be disappointed in the end. ”

Hu Yingying said: "I may not kill you, but now that I know your identity, you can leave the Medicine King Valley." Leave you here, maybe the Red Swordsman will come to the door and ask me for someone, or no matter who it is, when the time comes, this peaceful Medicine King Valley will usher in a lively scene that has not been seen for a long time. ”

When Hu Yingying said this, he was inexplicably excited, as if he had seen those people who came, and they would eventually die in the Medicine King Valley because of their conceit.

"Nux strychnine has a bitter taste and a cold nature. Nan Zhen didn't care about Hu Yingying's words, but continued: "If you take a small amount, you can dissipate knots and reduce swelling, and relieve pain." ”

"Nux nux?" Hu Yingying smiled, "It's just an ordinary herb." ”

"If it's just a strychnine, it can't. Nan Zhen said, "But with other cold herbs and angelica, it has some effect." ”

"Do you mean you have some strychnine in these herbs? I haven't tasted it, and it seems that because the smell of the herbs is similar, I am also confused. However," Hu Yingying smiled: "What's the use, it can't hurt me." ”

"It can't hurt you," Nan Zhen also smiled, "but it can also make you lose your blood for a short time." ”

Nanzhen said, "Now is the best time to kill you. ”

The silver needle has been shot.

I saw Nan Zhen change her posture and attack Hu Yingying from different angles, and fired several stitches in unison. In just an instant, those needles will pierce Hu Yingying's body.

It's just that Hu Yingying didn't panic. With his hand serving the tea, he slowly poured the tea in the cup into the tea table, dipped his fingers like a dragonfly dotting water, and threw it out at will.

The droplets of water that were thrown out just touched those silver needles, impartially, no more, no less. Like tens of millions of sharp arrows shot into the swamp, the fierce aura is suddenly gone.

"Is this your method?" Hu Yingying said with a smile, "At this time, I do have a bad qi in my body, and it doesn't matter, but if you don't show real kung fu, you won't have a chance again." ”

"I remember the last time I assassinated someone and I threw him into a mass grave, and it's been many years since I thought about it," Hu Yingying said: "You young people are always disappointing." ”

If the silver needle is invalid, it can only be fought hard. Nan Zhen showed the short sword in his sleeve, and stabbed at Hu Yingying with a leap of flight.

"Changqing Sword?" Hu Yingying shouted the name of the sword, "It seems that Senior Brother Ziyou really treats you well." ”

The short sword in Nanzhen's hand, named Changqing, is Zhang Ziyou's sword. Although the sword body is short, the sword aura is compelling, and the edge is exposed.

But Hu Yingying was still sitting, and he didn't avoid it, and with a wave of his hand, he defused Nanzhen's offensive.

Nanzhen retreated, and Hu Yingying didn't pursue, but said, "Come again!"

The infatuated mood is long-term lovesickness, and no one knows about turning into spring mud.

Nanzhen stabbed Hu Yingying again and again, but Hu Yingying never got up, just made a move with his bare hands. His momentum was like a mountain pressing towards Nanzhen, and Nanzhen was defeated and retreated.

Hu Yingying shook his head, just leaned forward slightly, and grabbed Nanzhen's sword-wielding hand. With a light palm, there is a power of overwhelming mountains and seas. , Nanzhen was hit, the true qi in her body scurried, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Hu Yingying grabbed her hand but still didn't let go.

"You're very good," Hu Yingying said, "If you cultivate for a few more years, you can live with me a few more tricks, after all, it's too impatient." ”

Nam Jin endured the pain with a look of anger on her face.

Hu Yingying smiled, and he said to Nanzhen: "I am a very talented person, there are not many people who can make me look at the Medicine King Valley over the years." If you can let go of your hatred, I don't have to ask where Monroe is, as long as you are willing to stay in Shuzhou City and continue to be your city lord, I will protect you alone, above 10,000 people, and no one on the rivers and lakes will dare to say a word to you from now on. ”

Nanzhen also smiled, and she said to Hu Yingying: "Gu Master, you lost. ”

Hu Yingying was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Why, you have been restrained by me, and if I exert a little force, you can't save this arm." But what other ways are there?"

Nan Zhen smiled: "Since you know that I came prepared, you shouldn't be so careless." What's the point of giving up a hand to kill you? Don't bother the valley master, I didn't want to protect it in the first place. ”

Nan Zhen's right hand holding the sword was still in the palm of Hu Yingying's hand. She threw away the sword in her hand, and the sword fell beside Hu Yingying.

But Hu Yingying noticed that Nan Zhen's right hand was red and black at this time, and the green tendons were bursting up, which did not look like a little girl's slender jade hand at all.

"Rotten hands withered?" he secretly screamed, he wanted to let go of Nam Jin's hand and step back, but it was too late.

Hearing Nan Zhen's shout, her right hand burst instantly, and Hu Yingying's eyes were blood-red.

That hand, which had turned into a rain of blood, with green tendons and white bones, and countless blood clots, sprayed on Hu Yingying's face.

A strong burning sensation crawled all over Hu Yingying's face, and he wiped it with his hands, but even his hands were stained with blood.

Those dark red blood seemed to have corrosive effects, which made Hu Yingying itch unbearably, roared in the sky, and fell to the ground as soon as he lost his mind.

"The world only knows that there is a magic hand rejuvenation technique, but few know that there is a method of rotting hands and withering. At this time, Nan Zhen was already bloodless, but she was still standing coldly in front of Hu Yingying.

A pungent fishy stench filled the entire Jishitang, and Hu Yingying's face, his hands, and his body were gradually rotting.

But he stopped shouting and looked at Nam Jin with pain.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that in order to kill me, you actually used your body as a medicine tripod to gather rot poison in your right hand. This alone is much stronger than the thousands of medicine people in my Medicine King Valley. Hu Yingying couldn't help but laugh. "It's a pity that I have preset too many ways to die for myself, but I didn't expect that I would lose at the hands of your little girl in such a posture, it's ridiculous!"

Through her bloody face, she saw Hu Yingying's eyes looking at her, and she was full of exhaustion.

Hu Yingying said to her: "You have finally taken revenge, Senior Brother Ziyou and Senior Sister Ah Xiang can rest in peace." ”

Nam Jin lost too much blood, and her consciousness became more and more blurred, and she finally fell down on her feet.

She heard Hu Yingying say in her ear: "It's hard for you." ”

Just like that day on Changbai Mountain, the old man of Tianchi said to her: "It's hard for you." ”

The mountains are high and the clouds have not yet opened, and the snow is white. Outside the red dust, the old man will not come again.

"Master, is there really no way to solve the poison of the Seven Star Begonia?" asked Nan Zhen.

The old man of Tianchi's eyes wandered, as if he was caught in a memory.

"Master, master?" Nan Zhen gently shook the old man in front of him, and the old man came back to his senses.

"What did you just say?" asked the old man.

Nam Jin asked what she had just said again.

The old man looked at Nanzhen, thought for a while, and replied, "If you want to say that there is no, there is nothing, and if you want to say it, it can be regarded as yes." ”

"Is that there or not?" asked Namjin again.

The old man looked at Nan Zhen and found that her thoughtful appearance was extremely cute, so he naturally showed his love, and then said: "The poisons in the world have different poisons, there are thousands of kinds of herbs alone, but their toxicology is basically the same, it is nothing more than entering the skin of the mouth and nose, invading people's meridians and lungs, and hurting people's bodies and minds. Some of them are too toxic, and they die violently on the spot, so naturally there is no help. However, there is still hope for some poisons, before their toxicity has taken effect, if they find something to restrain them, or a way to restrain them. ”

Nan Zhen saw that the old man was playing dumb riddles, so she was dissatisfied: "Is that salvation or not?"

The old man seemed to be deliberately teasing Nanzhen, and seeing that she was in a hurry, he still said slowly: "There are many ways to hurt people, and there are many ways to save people." But there are some methods, even if they can save people, they are generally not used. A strange poison like the Seven Star Begonia can't be used in ordinary ways. Because even if a life can be saved, there will be a corresponding price for those who save and those who are saved. ”

"The price?" Nanzhen asked, "What kind of price?"

"It's hard to say," replied the old man Tianchi, "but there is one way that is most straightforward. ”

"What's that?"

The old man said with a smile: "Either save people with their own lives and exchange the lives of others, or the saved give up part of their body and use their own severed hands or feet in exchange for a lifetime to survive." ”

When the old man said this, he was affectionate, serious and sharp, and Nanzhen was so frightened that he took a step back. But I couldn't help but ask, "Can I succeed if I break a hand or a foot?"

The old man didn't answer Nanzhen's words again, but just said to himself: "Lingering, just like me now." ”

But no matter how Nanzhen asked, the old man of Tianchi never explained, and in the end, he thought Nanzhen was too noisy and kicked her out of the quiet room.

I was not born, and I was old.

You hate me for being late, and I hate you for being early.

In Nan Zhen's heart, her feelings for the old man of Tianchi, that is, Zhang Ziyou, the boy of Lingxiao, have never been explained. Of course, Zhang Ziyou has only regarded her as a little girl or his apprentice.

The feelings between people have always been complicated. If everything is thorough, how can it be unforgettable.

Nan Zhen looked at Hu Yingying in front of her, she didn't have a deep hatred for him, but as soon as she thought of Zhang Ziyou, she was determined to take revenge.

Hatred, for her, seemed to make herself valuable.

Maybe no one is sorry for her, only the bumpy fate that is sorry for her. The rebellion in the Allure City disrupted her supposed peaceful life. But she never blamed Wuya, after all, that person really regarded herself as a sister.

She was too young to share the joy of family with her parents, and even her brother, who was still four years old at the time, never had a chance to pick him up again.

Nanzhen, Beichen. Below the southern sky, it is as bright as a pearl, and above the northern sea, it is as bright as the stars.

Her life, her family, was not supposed to be like this. It's just that after that, who can tell?

If she had a choice, what would she do?

And she is no longer the little girl who doesn't know the world.

Life, nevertheless, life, nothing more.

Perhaps, fulfilling the unfulfilled wish of the old man of Tianchi is Nanzhen's only sustenance. As for the future, who knows? Allure's family is still waiting for her to return.

Nan Zhen looked at Hu Yingying in front of him, the old man's vague figure was so similar to the master at that time. Although he is only over half a hundred, his hair has already turned gray. Indescribable sadness, indescribable loneliness, indescribable sadness.

She wondered for a moment what the hell was I doing, if Brother Wuya knew what she was like now, would he blame her.

Brother Wuya will definitely say: "Nanzhen, use your brain, see what you are doing! What others say is what they say, do you still have a little heart?"

Or perhaps, she will never hear Wuya say that about her again.

A smile tugged at the corner of her mouth at the thought of this, and she fainted.