Chapter 69: Antidote

In late autumn and winter, even in the southwestern mountain forest, the grass and trees have withered and most of them have been withered, and even if the greenness is still three points, there are only a few more perseverance and perseverance.
Although the mountains and rivers that flowed down the cliff were not exhausted, nor were they swift and turbulent in summer, a bare and hard rock was exposed, unmoved by feng shui, and as stubborn as those sitting on it.
The white-haired Taoist meditated on the stone, holding Xiao Xiao's eyebrows in his hands and blowing slowly, the flute sound was not clear and long, but it was like a gurgling stream of water.
However, although this flute sounds good, the people struggling in the water at this time have no intention to appreciate it.
Under the waterfall is a pond. Although the water surface is large, it is not too deep. It is surrounded by unknown flowers and grasses. It was originally a good place for bathing, but because it is located in the main peak of the Burial Soul Palace, it is the main palace of the palace. Wu's place, so few people come here.
At this moment, Bu Xueyao was standing in the water, and the cold spring water that was washed down from the height hit him, and his bones were painful. He was almost cold and bone marrow. His exposed skin showed blue and white color, but he could not move. Can't get out of this little pool.
Half a month ago in Guyang City, the plan failed, Li Feng severely injured his arm and fell into the hands of Bai Guimen. Bu Xueyao took the chaos to flee back to Mizuo Ling. If the palace master had something to go out, he would need to rescue Li Feng. Xueyao didn't just get three nails in Xuanwu Hall.
I thought I had escaped, but before waiting for Bu Xueyao to figure out how to save people, Li Feng came back.
He did not return by himself, but was controlled by the hand of the white-haired master. The other party knocked through the door of the Qinglong Hall, and broke through the 18 levels. He bluntly wanted to see Xueyue Bu.
When someone came to the door to smash the place, even if the Mud Bodhisattva had anger, not to mention the "Fei Luosha" Bu Xueyao.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to use any means, and he saw that the man would be thrown away by Li Feng, who was restrained by acupuncture points. The next moment came to him, grabbing his neck with one hand, just like strangling a fragile flower stem.
Bu Xueyao used his "Wang Chenbu" to make the heroes sigh. He thought he was invincible in the world, but he didn't expect to be defeated by Ye Fusheng in the Broken Water Villa, but now he fell into the enemy in the first round.
He didn't dare to believe, nor was he willing to believe, but he couldn't believe it.
Bu Xueyao often carries poison, but this person doesn't know where it came from, but his hands were stung by the scorpion scorpion, and he didn't even feel the pain. The hand holding his throat was tighter, just saying: "It seems that the poor people did not find the wrong person. Let me take a step to speak."
The so-called borrowing step is to turn from Qianshan to Houya and reach the retreat of the palace master. At the moment, Wei Changyun, the master of the Xuanwu Palace, went out to work, but only Bu Xueyao, who could be the master, was escorted here, and his subordinates could only enclose the cliff without water, but they dared not cross the Leichi.
The white-haired Daoist claimed to be clear, but Bu Xueyao crushed and crushed these two words in his heart, and did not search out any information about this person. There are only two possibilities, or this person is really a hermit who has never been born. The superior, or he simply used a fake identity.
Duanqing released him here, holding a whisk, and asked coldly, "Where is Gu Xiao?"
Bu Xueyao had never heard of this name, and frowned: "Your Taoist is so unreasonable. The slave family has never heard of this person. Why ask?"
Duan Qing glanced at him, and suddenly flicked his hands, sweeping out a phantom like a comet hitting the moon. Although Bu Xueyao retreated in time, he was swept open by the strong wind. The knife wound through the chest.
"Where is the person who left you with this scar?"
Duan Qing's tone didn't fluctuate, it seemed to be just talking about an insignificant person, Bu Xueyao couldn't figure out what he really thought, and said: "If he was born, how? If he died, how?"
Flicking his wrists, he cleared the way: "If he is born, you will lead the way; if he is dead, you will be buried."
Bu Xueyao thought about Ye Fusheng's bad things twice, and he hated him for a long time. Now he was being bullied by Duan Qing, and he was very angry. He said, "Okay, the slave will let you know ... he is still alive, but Not far from death! Since the Taoist is thinking about him, why not go down and wait for him! "
Before the voice fell, Wang Chen stepped to the extreme. He immediately approached him as a fixed eye, and he had seven attacks and four defenses under his hands. Two poisoned silver needles were included in the fingers and swallowed the cold, several times. Passed by Duan Qing.
Bu Xueyao's body is extremely fast, and he also moves like a wind, and he walks on a strange road. The moves are endless and flexible, like a mountain spirit.
But he became more and more frightened.
Duanqing seemed to have avoided his attacks every time, but Bu Xueyao knew that he was confined to the war circle by him, and he was forced into the body from the beginning, and now he can't even withdraw.
Duan Qing took his hand and avoided it, and his feet did not produce smoke and dust like stepping on the water, but he always twirled and changed within two feet of his body. After the rain, he stepped on a round circle on the muddy ground, as if painted in prison.
Although his body style is fast, he is still a bit worse than Bu Xueyao, and he can be restrained by a proper move. Most of them take the lead in Bu Xueyao's consternation about Li Feng.
Bu Xueyao only realized that he was shocked by him and overestimated the opponent's lightness, so he thought about the close attack, and Duan Qing took this opportunity to drive his body rhythm and restrain him. In this small circle, it is difficult to use light skills to fly back.
His mind was confused, his feet were stagnation, his eyes were clear, his feet were staggered away from the yin and yang, his right hand flicked and wrapped around his neck, and the left hand quickly rushed out of the eight big holes on Bu Xueyao's body. And put him under the cold spring.
From beginning to end, Duan Qing only asked him one question repeatedly, that is, the whereabouts of that person.
Bu Xueyao refused to do as he intended, and clenched his teeth without talking.
But in this cold water, I could endure the suffering of internal force stagnation in meridians for three days and three nights. Even if Bu Xueyao's bones were hard, I couldn't bear it at this time.
There are a total of eight big holes on the back of the chest. The internal force that penetrates the body is not overbearing, but it is difficult to be tight. As long as he wants to act, he will feel the meridian stagnation. With this cold spring and cold water, his body seems to be frozen. general.
The half masks covering his face were all covered with frost, and he couldn't help it anymore, and he didn't have the strength to pretend to be delicate, and his teeth shuddered a little when he spoke: "Taoist, what kind of enmity do I have with you? Relentless? "
Duan Qing stopped his flute and looked down: "Where is he?"
"I don't know!" Bu Xueyao gritted his teeth, "Yes, I had dealt with him in the shock, he was poisoned by me, I got a knife from him, I thought he was dead, and he was in the city of Guyang. My eyes! "
Duan Qingdao said: "Be clear, don't miss a word."
Bu Xueyao told the story of the Broken Water Villa with hate, and he knew that his pursuit of Ye Fusheng and Xie Li could not be achieved. Since then, he has disappeared: "I have done everything I said, whether you believe it or not!"
Duan Qing pondered for a moment, then suddenly got up and flew down the spring. He grabbed Xueyao's shoulder with one hand to take it out of the cold spring and threw it on the grass.
He looked at Bu Xueyao, still in the eyes of the still water: "Do you have an antidote to his poison?"
Bu Xueyao sneered from the bottom of his heart and said nothing on his face, saying: "There are naturally, but I didn't bring it, you put me back ..."
"It's convenient to tell the medicine."
Bu Xueyao narrowed his eyes, and the opening was a series of medicine names and dosages, even the fire and water.
There is nothing wrong with the combination of these drugs, but unfortunately it is not the antidote of "Yumeng", but it will breed people's confusion. If Ye Fusheng really drank it, he will soon go wild and die.
Bu Xueyao was poisoned in his heart, but he wasn't fooled when he was clear.
Although he hasn't been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, he has already inquired about Bu Xueyao from Li Feng on the way to Fanzongling. Although it is also a stubborn refusal to cooperate, he can't stand his own means.
"Yumeng" has no antidote at all.
Duan Qing didn't believe it, and this was the question, but when Bu Xueyao said this, he knew that the poison was really no cure.
He doesn't understand medicine, but he sees people. This insightful vision has been used since he first came out of the rivers and lakes. He has only looked at it for many years.
When Bu Xueyao opened his mouth, Duan Qing could see if he had lied.
Yu Xiao hung back on her waist, Duan Qing squatted down suddenly, reached into Xue Xueyao's waist seal with one hand, and found a small bottle, wrapped in oil paper, which read "Yumeng".
Bu Xueyao's pupils shrank, and he heard Duan Qing's voice with no ups and downs: "Since that is the case, it is better to ask you to try a medicine. If this side works, it will be safe, and it will not be difficult at that time."
He said nothing, grabbing Bu Xueyao's jaw with one hand, he would pour "Yumeng" into his mouth.
"Yumeng" toxicity is very difficult to entangle, quenching on the needle can make Ye Yesheng at the time close to collapse, not to mention pouring this bottle into the mouth!
Bu Xueyao was terrified and quickly said: "Stop! This, this ... The prescription is fake, there is no cure!"
Duan Qingshou took the next meal and asked softly, "No medicine can be solved?"
Bu Xueyao's back was cold, and he only felt that the Taoist man who seemed like a fairy was as terrible as the palace master, but he only condensed his spirit under the skin, and he could not see the clues. People are sweethearted.
Bu Xueyao didn't dare to lie to him again and said, "No ... Um!"
Yu Yin was broken between his throats. As soon as the medicine bottle was tilted, a small half of the bottle of medicine was poured into Buxueyao's mouth. After being cleared on the throat a little, he swallowed compulsively.
Duan Qing got up and looked at Bu Xueyao who was choking on the ground and said lightly: "There should be some time in the future, as long as you are alive."
After speaking, I heard a slight footstep behind him, and I turned my head back. I was a man of medium size, over fifty years old, wearing a brown arrow sleeves gown, and my temples were white, my face was too ordinary, and I threw it into people. I couldn't find it in the pile.
Behind him is a large epee, weighing more than a hundred pounds, but the man carrying it is as light as nothing, and even the footprints are shallow, showing the high strength of light power.
Duan Qing looked at him a bit, and then said: "We haven't seen it in years, and Kang Jian, the main owner of Wei Dian, is still there."
Xuanwu Hall Master Wei Changyun, who stayed at the Mizuling Mountain all year round, was the most trusted person in the Palace of the Soul of the Soul.
Wei Changyun is the oldest of the four palace masters, and now he is an altar of the funeral palace before Helian Yu ascended to the palace. If talking about old things, no one in the Lost Ridge knows better than him.
When he saw the white-haired Taoist, Wei Changyun's pupils tightened in an instant. This man, who had never moved like a mountain and lived like a tortoise, showed an incredible look at this moment.
Wei Changyun's hand behind his back gently waved to indicate that the killer lurking around put down the crossbow, and he stood alone, bowing his hand and saluting: "Duan Qingdao Chang ... long gone."
The Xuanwu Hall is the core of the Four Halls. I haven't seen Wei Changyun being so respectful to people other than the palace master, not to mention that his body trembles a little while saluting.
Wei Changyun stood up straight and looked at Bu Xueyao: "The main lord Suzaku is young and arrogant. If he offends the Taoist Master, please ask the Taoist Master to look down on me thinly."
"Since it was done by Suzaku, he has done it with him, and has nothing to do with Wei Dian." Duan Qing bent down and would have to start and walk away from Xue Xue. "Inconvenience is too much, please ask for convenience."
"Why is it convenient to talk?" Wei Changyun sighed. "Dao Chang wants to leave. Wei Mou has no ability to stay with these people. It's just that the Taoist is a wise man. Since he came here, why didn't he see our palace master?" "
"Oh, it's a joke." Duan Qing tickled his lips, but he didn't see a smile. His eyes crossed him to the vast mountains and said, "Will you walk away if you don't want to see me?"
In the shadow, a person with purple clothes and silver face, walking on the dew weeds from far to near.
Helian Yu actually came back.
From the northwest to the southwest, even if the carriage is about a month away, Helian Yu ran all the way with the light power internal force, and he ran to death two night horses day and night.
In this way, he spent a lot of internal energy to rush off the road. He thought he could hardly stand firm when he turned and dismounted. His sweat had already soaked his clothes, but he stood up like no one else. He even put on a new coat and came here with Wei Changjun.
The face behind the mask was distorted by ecstasy, and a pair of eyes like an abyss pierced through the hole, hoping to set off a huge turmoil and roll Duan Qing into the bottomless darkness.
He Lianyu pressed the abyss of her waist with one hand, and the tone of her voice was like a child who finally got his wish: "You really are not dead yet ... Duan Qing, Taoist."