Although He Quanling is not smart, he is definitely not stupid. The poisoning was also the result of his careful consideration.

Of course, he would not poison He Shuangling to death at the juncture, so that He Yanxin would take his anger out on him, and it would not be worth losing his life at that time.

He Miaomiao didn't say what the hidden thread grass did, nor did she say what she was looking for.

But she became preoccupied, and searched for it in the woods, just after peeking into the secret room.

She must have found something unfavorable to them, and the threat must have come from He Yanxin, so she didn't dare to say it easily.

No matter what was in the secret room, he was sure that He Miaomiao was definitely planning for the future, and the hidden thread grass was part of the plan.

For a monk like He Yanxin, whose strength is out of reach, he must not be able to fight hard, so the function of the hidden thread grass is easy to guess.

He Miaomiao was going to poison her and then use other methods to escape from the red maple forest.

He didn't know how poisonous the refuge was, but He Miaomiao once muttered that as long as he found two, he would be fine.

If He Yanxin is poisoned, only two plants are needed, so if He Shuangling's poison is wasted for a few days, a blade of grass will be enough no matter what.

But what he didn't expect was that the poison of the revenated thread grass was very special, and it would exert its greatest effect when the monk was injured.

And He Shuangling was cold at this time, and his body was the weakest, and his knees were full of wounds that were about to see bones, which could be regarded as being full of injuries.

As soon as the hidden thread grass entered the mouth, it turned into a strange black gas, one of which slammed into his injured knee, and the rest eroded his internal organs, and even began to corrode his dantian.

He Shuangling only felt that the chill in his body was even worse, and his whole body seemed to be eaten by thousands of insects and ants, and he opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to scream, but his voice was sealed in his body and could not be dispersed at all.

After a while, black blood suddenly gushed out of his mouth, like a chiseled underground spring.

He lowered his head and watched the never-ending stream of water, which had just taken away his poisonous blood and poured it out of his mouth, and so on several times before he remained on his knees and plunged headlong into the water and passed out.

Seeing this, He Quanling dragged him into a face-up posture before slowly stepping onto the grass on the shore, drying his body with auxiliary spells, and entering the living room to lie down.

His mind was at peace, without the pleasure of revenge, without the struggle for a change in his mindset, as if nothing had just happened, and he didn't know why, but he didn't want to know either.

As long as the purpose is achieved, he can sleep peacefully.

......

When He Miaomiao woke up, it was the afternoon of the third day.

She slowly opened her eyes, only to feel that her whole body was light and comfortable, and the burns on her back no longer felt pain. She got up and stretched before she swept out her sense to examine the wound, a sweep that made her almost scream.

The back, from the neck down and above the waist, was full of pale and pink wounds, some places scorched, and the location where the fireball hit was already scorched black, and it was completely impossible to see human skin.

In those whitening parts, you can even faintly see the weak meridians underneath, as if they will be broken by pressing hard.

He Miaomiao trembled with anger, she finally went from a thin face with yellow muscles to a white and pure, and she was burned by the damn He Shuangling.

He Miaomiao jumped out of bed and rushed outside, yelling:

"He Shuangling, I'll fight with you!"

As a result, she had just rushed out of the cave, but her shouting stopped abruptly, and even the scars on her back were left behind.

He Shuangling fell into the waterhole in a strange posture, only the small half of his face that was raised upwards was exposed, and his whole body was soaked and swollen, and he couldn't tell whether he was dead or alive.

He Quanling was sitting on the side meditating, and when he saw He Miaomiao's vitality, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"Quan Ling! What's going on? What about Master?" He Miaomiao ran to his side, looked left and right, and found that he was not implicated, so he asked again and again.

"Master is in retreat in the secret room. He Shuangling was punished to kneel for ten days, and I stuffed him with a leaf of cryptophyllum yesterday, and he fainted. ”

"What!?" He Miaomiao was surprised and delighted, and immediately lowered her voice, "You found the hidden thread grass? But how can you waste it on him?"

He Quanling nodded and said, "Well, find three plants." I know you're useful, but he's too much! I can't let him kneel for a few days and get away with hurting you. ”

"Hmph, he's not hurting me, he's trying to kill me!" He Miaomiao glared at He Shuangling in the water, and then continued: "What is the effect of the poison? How long does the master have to retreat? ”

"It's okay!" He Quanling's tone was firm, "I just admit it!" Don't worry, I have always been the most well-behaved and obedient, and it is the first time to cause trouble, and the master will not punish me much. ”

He Miaomiao didn't believe this, the "little spirit grass" that He Yanxin carefully cared for was poisoned alive and took half of his life, and it was strange that he didn't lose his temper.

"You can't admit it!" she didn't want He Quanling to be punished in any way for that damn stinky boy, "When Master came out, you said that you only saw him poisoned, and you didn't know what was going on, and you didn't tell her if you were angry." ”

"How can this be hidden? Here I am just two people with him, and Master will definitely not believe it. ”

He Miaomiao pulled him to the back mountain, which was already far away from the cave, before explaining:

"Cryptophyllum is only activated when it is injured. As long as we insist that he ate it by mistake before, and come to slander us again, He Yanxin can't help it. After all, she never taught us to distinguish spirit grass, so how can we know which one can poison people?"

"Miao Miao ... He Quanling noticed what she called He Yanxin, and confirmed his guess in his heart, "What does He Yanxin want to do to us?"

He Miaomiao paused for a moment, looked back at the distant cave, and then cautiously spoke:

"She wants to lead us to cultivate the living medicine of practicing and healing our wounds. In that secret room, it was her former disciple He Zhengchu, and I agreed with him to cooperate, and he would take us out of the red maple forest when the time came. ”

After hearing this, He Quanling did not have the anger and fear he imagined, as if there was nothing, and he was calm, "Okay." How can I help?"

He Miaomiao was a little surprised, the crying bag had changed too much this time, and her dumb expression made her a little overwhelmed. But when it comes to business, she still doesn't have a joke.

"There are so few things we can do now, and the only useful thing is to cultivate desperately. Only the higher the cultivation, the greater the chance of escaping. ”

"Okay!" He Quanling wouldn't ask He Miaomiao how sure she was, as long as she was willing to do something, he would desperately cooperate, even if he couldn't escape at that time, he would at least be able to die together.

"From today on, we have to behave well, and the more He Yanxin trusts us, the easier it will be for us to succeed. Quan Ling, your expression looks quite capable of bluffing, so let's use it like this!"