"Senior, can you detoxify the junior at one time?"

"I detoxified you once, who will send me roast chicken to eat in the future? Do you think I'm stupid? Hmph! Liar!" the strange man snorted coldly

"If you don't want to die, every five days in the future, you can send me a roast chicken, and I will give you a potion to soak, otherwise you will die a very painful death." The strange man said again.

This strange man is delirious, and he has no grievances with him, in order to eat a roast chicken, he actually used such a method, Xiang Shaoying didn't know whether to say that he was pitiful or that this weird man was pitiful.

In this way, Xiang Shaoying has to go to the stranger's cabin once every three days to soak in the medicinal bath, in fact, after getting along for a long time, you can also see that in fact, the nature of the stranger is not bad, occasionally talking crazy, talking upside down, afraid of pain, being scratched by a branch and crying for a long time, if there is nothing to do, he will go to the tree to beat dates, and he can only hit sixty-three each time, and he will be sad.

I didn't expect such a good martial arts to be used to beat dates, it's really a pity.

If he is not a madman, he must be a martial arts master who moves the rivers and lakes.

Such a strange master was actually hidden in the incomparably dangerous thirty-six peaks of the Shenxiao Sect, and the strange man's hut was on the edge of the death array, which made Xiang Shaoying puzzled, and the strange man warned him more than once that he was not allowed to mention him to the outside world.

The weirdo doesn't know what his name is, what his relatives are, and he doesn't know why he is here, but he will often say to the tree that he was once a famous Mo hero, and Xiang Shaoying respectfully called him "Mo Lao".

Mo Lao once said to him with tears in his eyes: "Xiao Yingzi, you can't tell anyone about me here, otherwise those bad people will come and kill me! Don't tell others! Otherwise-" Mo Lao suddenly smiled gloomily, "If I don't give Xiao Yingzi a potion-woo-wow-Xiao Yingzi will cry......"

Xiang Shaoying can only say that he feels helpless, with Mo Lao's martial arts, there should be few people in the world who can kill him, right?

He once asked Ruoyun intentionally or unintentionally if there was an old Mo madman in the Shenxiao faction, but Ruoyun said that there was no such character in the Shenxiao faction, and in the rivers and lakes, he had never heard of the name of Mo Daxia.

Mo Lao gave him the five-day intestinal poison, he went to the pill pavilion to check, there was no such poison, Bai Ling also gave him a pulse, and also said that he did not have any abnormalities, but as soon as he touched the third rib on his right, a huge pain struck, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Thinking of the "Shenxiao Historical Records" borrowed from Wenyuan Pavilion last month, I couldn't help but turn it over and read it.

Green lantern classics, candles all night.

When it was almost dawn, Xiang Shaoying covered the book and pondered: Why, the content recorded in this Shenxiao Historical Record always felt different from what he saw from the miscellaneous books in his impression. In the "Records of the History of Shenxiao", there has never been any record of "Mo Lao", is he not a member of the Shenxiao Sect? However, hiding on the edge of the death array in the cloud and mist peak of the Shenxiao Sect, who is this person?

Although Xiang Shaoying was ostensibly a disciple of the head of the family, he still got twenty-four pavilions and took classes with other non-descendant disciples, perhaps because he practiced internal strength with Bai Ling during this time, he tried the homework of the Sword Pavilion, and finally caught up with everyone's progress, on this day, when he learned the last chapter of "Shenxiao Sword Spectrum Part I", Nie Fan was very satisfied with him.

"Although the speed is a little slower than the other disciples, it is already faster than I imagined. Nie Fan said, and then took out a book for Xiang Shaoying, which was "Shenxiao Sword Spectrum Novella".

Xiang Shaoying was happy in his heart, he was finally able to learn the novella, the disciples of the Quanshenxiao Sect had already practiced the novella before, and he was still learning the first part alone, and now he was finally able to keep up with everyone's footwork.

"This is the middle part of the Shenxiao Sword Spectrum, the first part is some basic moves, and the middle part is the introduction to the Shenxiao Sword Technique. Nie Fan's words were like a scoop of cold water, extinguishing his enthusiasm like fire.

The novella is the first ...... Entry!

In other words, what he learned in the first five months was not even an entry!

"Now most of the disciples have learned the middle part of the novella, in fact, to master the essence of Shenxiao swordsmanship, you must learn the next part, Senior Brother Xiang, you are talented, believe that your swordsmanship, you will be able to achieve success. Nie Fan patted him on the shoulder and said.

Nie Fan's words gave Xiang Shaoying another fighting spirit.

The third rib in the chest, as long as it is touched, it hurts incomparably, Xiang Shaoying is so frightened for more than half a month, every five days, he has to hide from Bai Ling and Ruoyun, go to Mo Lao to find a potion to detoxify, and of course, he has to bring the roast chicken that Mo Lao wants.

One day, Bai Ling said to Xiang Shaoying: "You don't have to practice today! Let's go down the mountain." When Xiang Shaoying heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, as if he could escape the fact that he was highly poisonous.

There is no need to practice, it turned out that Bai Ling wanted to go down the mountain to visit the temple fair, and there was a lack of someone to carry things, and Xiang Shaoying was honored to become this "coolie".

Anxing Town, a small town under the Shenxiao School, is also one of the seven famous towns in the south of the Yangtze River, with shops on both sides of the street, flags fluttering in the shops, people coming and going on the street, bustling, the sound of boiling cars and horses, the shouting of hawkers, the sound of pedestrians' talking, and the lively and noisy.

It's the eve of the Chinese Valentine's Day, and it's lively, not to mention.

The two of them had arrived on the street, and Bai Ling was like a cheerful bird, looking east and west, and seeing anything, it seemed that they wanted to buy it.

Bai Ling squatted in front of a jewelry stall: "Boss, how do you sell this pendant?"

Seeing Bai Ling touching the jade pendant and couldn't put it down, the stall owner turned his eyes: "This is a Lantian jade pendant from Yunnan, the original price is more than three hundred taels, if the girl is sincere, I will sell it to you at a fifty discount!"

Bai Ling was ecstatic: "Wow-it's so cheap!" asked Xiang Shaoying to pay for it.

Xiang Shaoying glanced at the jade pendant and said, "Boss, your jade pendant, is it really Lantian jade?"

"Of course it's really Lantian Jade. The boss swore solemnly.

Xiang Shaoying took the jade pendant in Bai Ling's hand and said: "The color of Lantian jade is exquisitely clear like grease, round and jade, delicate texture, tough and smooth, where it touches, there is a feeling of cold lubrication, but you look at your jade, under the sun, the color distribution is opaque, subtle, cracks can be seen, can you say that you are really Lantian jade?"

The boss's face was slightly angry: "This brother, what do you mean by this? I have been in the jade industry for more than ten years, can I still sell fake jade?"

Zhang Laosan is indeed a little nervous, he looks at Bai Ling's girl's house, and Xiang Shaoying next to him is also a boy with fine skin and tender meat, looking at it, and the clothes of the two are also excellent, there is definitely no shortage of silver, everyone is beautiful, people like the son of a wealthy family are basically illiterate, and those who are in the jade industry will also catch some illiterate people to do wrongs.