The firelight shone brightly, and the old man in gray sat upright and pretended to sleep. Xie Gang's right arm was constantly suffering from pinprick pain, unable to practice, lying on his side on the hall, Leng Xiang'er snuggled up to a pillar close to him.

At dawn, Xie Gang was woken up by the pain that was getting more and more intense. When he opened his eyes and got up, he saw the scar-faced Yun Qiaoyin standing in front of them.

"Are you injured?" After asking, Yun Qiaoyin held Xie Gang's hand and lifted the clothes on Xie Gang's arm. The cyan color of the skin has long since turned to a deep black. Yun Qiaoyin let go of his arm and turned around with a sneer.

Leng Xiang'er had a surge of courage out of nowhere, rushed behind him and said to him, "Uncle Yun, please stay." Yun Qiaoyin turned around, her cheeks were red from excessive nervousness, but her expression was extremely firm, she took a deep breath, and then said to Yun Qiaoyin: "You can solve the strange poison made by the purple brown scorpion mixed with a variety of poisons, right?"

Yun Qiaoyin narrowed her eyes and looked at her.

Leng Xiang'er lowered her head deeply, her ten fingers on one hand were tightly twisted together, and her body wrapped in snow-white clothes trembled because of uneasiness.

Silence turned into a dark cloud that enveloped her.

After a long time, Yun Qiaoyin spoke: "What you said, I can try." ”

Leng Xiang'er raised her head, her already pale face full of joy.

The sky was bright, Xie Gang and Leng Xiang'er followed Yun Qiaoyin out of the woods, walked for another half an hour, and finally came to Lake City. When you get to Lake City, first look for an inn. Yun Qiaoyin asked for three second-class rooms, three people, one for each person. Yun Qiaoyin and Xiang'er went to Xie Gang's room together. Xie Gang suffered from an after-poison attack, and the pinprick-like pain in his arm caused nerves in his whole body, and his head also hurt, and he was slightly twisted. The man was groggy and lying on the bed. Yun Qiaoyin came to his bed, took out a crane's beak needle, and poked its head, which was a little thicker than an ordinary sharp needle, into Xie Gang's poisoned arm, and the blood passed through the hollow part, and then flowed out of the crane's beak at the top.

Xiang'er handed over the bowl that Yun Qiaoyin had ordered in advance, and Yun Qiaoyin took the bowl and took a small bowl of blood.

The blood was thick black, and when I got closer, I could smell a fishy smell.

Xie Gang was confused, and he wouldn't notice what he said. At this time, Yun Qiao Yin asked Xiang'er, "When did it happen?" paused, and continued, "You and Spruce disappeared from Daqing Mountain together and reappeared, you are already so big, and Spruce She ......" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but sneer.

"She turned out to be a person from Strange Flower Valley!" Yun Qiaoyin said this, and when he said this, his face was nervous and jumped several times. Her face became extremely hideous, making Leng Xiang'er involuntarily retreat behind the table, her face showing fear.

Since he asked, of course Xiang'er had to answer: "Half a year ago, we will come back." ”

"From where?"

"A country separated from here by a large sea. ”

"Oh!" it sounded, Yun Qiaoyin didn't believe it.

Leng Xiang'er smiled sadly: "It's not strange that you don't believe me, when you see the spruce, you will know that I am not lying." ”

"She's changed a lot, hasn't she?"

Leng Xiang'er thought about it and nodded solemnly: "Hmm." ”

Looking back at Xie Gang, he couldn't stop sneering: "I can't see that your skills are very good, and the people of Sword Village can also accept it?" ”

Xiang'er's heart moved slightly.

Yun Qiaoyin asked: "Do you want to leave the Lotus Palace and marry the disciple of the owner of the Sword Village as his wife?" As he spoke, he couldn't stop laughing, "I didn't mean to blackmail you, any man in the world can marry, when it comes to the Sword Village, even if your palace master cuts you into pieces and feeds them all to the Golden Thread Snake, he will not let you marry anyone in that place." ”

"Jianzhuang is also a place that can bring great benefits to the Lotus Palace. ”

Yun Qiaoyin took a sip: "Wishful thinking." After a pause, he said, "Xiao Feiyan has grown her skills when she leaves Daqingshan, and Hubei and Hunan have set up the rudder of the Lotus Palace she created." Baihuatai, Peony Terrace...... I've heard of all these places here. There are also in Yicheng, but it is said that it was cut out by Cheng Yitian, the son of Yicheng. ”

When it came to "Yicheng Gongzi", he couldn't help but be a little distracted, and with his back to Xiang'er, he muttered alone: "I don't know what that kid is like." Why did the son of a merchant in Yuezhou join the martial arts and set off a lot of martial arts trends?"

In Yuezhou's Xixin Building, so many people have died, and Yicheng can still live in peace, this ability is many times more powerful than the legendary Cheng Yitian's kung fu in any case.

It can be seen that Yun Qiaoyin is silently weighing.

Crazy Knife, Soul Chaser, Divine Claw, Shadow ...... These people add up, together with that Cheng Yitian, what is the depth and shallowness?

Following this point, he continued to follow the topic just now: "What do you think of the comparison between Shangguan Jiannan of Jianzhuang and Cheng Yitian, the son of Yicheng?"

Xiang'er sought truth from facts: "Shangguan Jiannan has been famous for a long time, and his swordsmanship is secondary, and his status and status are scheming, and he is many times more than the young Cheng Gongzi." ”

"Yes, it's Yicheng, you palace masters can't handle it, it's not a muddy person like the commander of the Shangwu Gate, the money earned by the industries of Xixinlou and Caiyunfang can be given to her? Saying that, he also added with a smile: "The things in this are complicated, and a little girl like you can't imagine it." ”

"What the hell do you want to do?" Leng Xiang'er shouted to end his temptation.

Yun Qiaoyin snorted and picked up the smelly black blood. A cloud of purple qi rose from his palms, first holding it under the bowl, and gradually, the black blood and black qi in the bowl steamed, intersecting with the purple qi. The black gas first dyed the purple gas, and after a while, the purple gas was rich and appeared from the black gas. The purple qi enveloped the black qi, and the black qi became weaker and weaker, weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared. Yun Qiaoyin put the bowl back on the table, and the bowl of blood had magically turned bright red.

Leng Xiang'er witnessed it with her own eyes, and was amazed and even more in awe of him. Yun Qiaoyin asked her to get a pen and paper, she lowered her eyebrows and looked at her, and immediately went to do it. After a while, she came back and brought all the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Yun Qiaoyin sat down, took the paper, tiled it, picked up the brush and dipped it in ink. The pen flew like a fly, and a beautiful thin gold body was written. Xiang'er picked up the finished piece of paper, which listed nearly thirty kinds of medicines. Yun Qiaoyin said: "Grab the medicine according to the prescription, and come back to find a big pot to fry it into a thick sauce." Do not pour the residue and soak it in water. Feed Xie Gang with the medicinal juice, take it three times in a row, and I will force poison for him. ”

Late at night a day later, Yun Qiaoyin asked Leng Xiang'er to help Xie Gang up, take off Xie Gang's clothes, and let Xie Gang sit in the water soaked in the dregs. Leng Xiang'er witnessed Yun Qiaoyin count under the back of Xie Gang's head, and then, Yun Qiaoyin sat cross-legged on the bed, pinching the trick with both hands, and Xie Gang followed suit. You don't have to look at it, the action is done exactly the same.

Purple qi rose above Yun Qiaoyin's head, gradually spreading into a vast purple cloud. Xie Gang couldn't do it so obviously, but his face was flushed with purple light, and he was obviously practicing the same kung fu as Yun Qiao Yin.

Leng Xiang'er saw it in her eyes, and her heart sank suddenly.

The potion beside Xie Gang gradually bubbled, just like the poison of the blood water in Yun Qiao Yin's bowl just now, and the black qi was steamed out of his body. The black light first overshadowed the purple light, and then the purple light leaked out of the black gas. In the end, the black qi was submerged by the purple light, the black dissipated, and Xie Gang's face gradually turned ruddy.

"Bang bang!" three small black dots fell from the back of Xie Gang's neck. Xie Gang's eyes opened, his complexion gradually turned red, and his eyes returned to clear.

Early the next morning, Leng Xiang'er quietly left the room and came to the Changyuan Building next to the inn. Yun Qiaoyin was sipping morning tea on a table by the window. This year's Mao Feng is soaked in a tea soup, and in front of him is a plate of dry-cut beef and two pieces of meat floss.

Xiang'er stood next to him and saluted: "Master Yun." ”

Yun Qiaoyin didn't look at her, just drank tea, ate beef, and bit the fire. After eating enough, he turned half of his face, rolled his eyes, and said coldly: "What else is going on?"

Xiang'er was embarrassed, wanted to leave or stay, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "What you want me to do, I haven't said yet." ”

Yun Qiaoyin sneered: "Chased out of the inn so early, I'm afraid I didn't take the initiative to talk to me about this." After a pause, his gaze averted from her face, "Do you know what trouble the spruce is causing now?"

"Yes. ”

"She was targeted by almost half of the martial arts, and I was the only one who could save her. ”

Leng Xiang'er let out a low "um", noncommittal.

Yun Qiaoyin rolled his eyes: "Someone wants to grab such an opportunity with me." ”

Leng Xiang'er couldn't pretend, so she could only answer honestly: "It's Cheng Yitian, the son of Yicheng, isn't it?"

"Shangguan Jiannan's daughter is in the hands of the surname Cheng. At the mention of Cheng Yitian, Yun Qiaoyin couldn't suppress her anger, and slapped the table with her palm, "You dare to think about my daughter......" glanced at Xiang'er, "You know what I need you to do now, right?"

Leng Xiang'er said: "It is not difficult to let Xie Gang return to Miss Yan and persuade Miss Yan not to stand on the same front with Yicheng." Just ......"

"If you have something to say, say it!"

Xiang'er pondered for a moment, and then carefully spoke: "That ghost urging technique ......"

Yun Qiaoyin interrupted: "I only lowered my head for half a day." ”

"Half a day?"

"What do you think?"

Xiang'er's expression suddenly became cheerful: "I see." "Change the subject," too, you are old and respectable, and you can't use such a spell as ghost-urging. ”

Yun Qiaoyin is not a good-looking temperament, hearing this, he asked rhetorically: "What do you say if I tell your palace master?"