The morning mist wakes up the mountain scenery, the forest birds take flight for the first time, and after the night, the sun is dim and it is silent.
There were only Wanqi Haoyue and Wei Moyan in the room where Xia Qingluan was sleeping. Xi Shaoyuan consciously stood outside the door waiting for news. Although Xianggong Gusu wanted to go in, he didn't dare to say anything when he saw that the person guarding the door looked unkind.
Word.
I don’t know how to describe such an atmosphere. It can be said that they are in opposition, but not completely, and that they are unrelated. The identities and relationships of several people are entangled. Perhaps the most outsider is Mr. Gusu.
"The so-called ghost poison is not as unpredictable and terrifying as it sounds. It is similar to the miasma in the mountains but more severe. The one in Luan'er's body is a kind of miasma, which comes from the rotten bones and cold air accumulated in the water for many years."
Compared with the Poison King, Wanqi Haoyue's diagnostic methods were much more normal. After briefly asking about the poisoning process, he took a few drops of blood from Xia Qingluan's fingertips and smeared them on different grass blades one by one. Looking at the different color changes, he understood the eight
point.
"How can we solve it?"
"No medicine." Before Wei Moyan could question, Wanqi Haoyue covered the sleeping woman's brocade quilt again, and gently waved her hand to leave. Seeing that Xia Qingluan had been trapped by nightmares, he gave her a little soothing medicine.
, she was already in a peaceful sleep at this moment.
After leaving the room, the four of them came to the side room. Looking at the poison-testing grass leaves of different colors in their hands, Wanqi Haoyue pondered for a moment: "This poison is not indestructible. It is true that I said there is no cure - it comes from the evil cult.
Naturally, we can’t remove it according to normal methods, we have to follow their rules.”
The poison that Xia Qingluan was exposed to came from the Blood Prison Dragon Pond of the Apostate Sect. According to the leader of the Apostle Sect, Gu Mu, it was a place where the resentment of living sacrificers gathered. Once contaminated by the water in the pool, they would lose their souls and fall into an eternal nightmare. The Poison King Valley can solve the problem.
The poisons in the world naturally include poisonous poisons, but the method is very different from ordinary poisons.
If I could save her, I would need anything in the world.
Wei Moyan looked at the bright sky outside the house, and the huge stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and his voice was no longer as cold as before: "If you need anything, just ask, but it's best not to seek death like the Poison King."
"I am the only one who can save her. It seems that Pavilion Master Wei should not provoke a dispute at this moment." The clear jade voice was just like the past, but the carved face was as cold as the other party.
Xuan Yi is like ink, calm and calm.
"If it were you, you wouldn't leave her alone."
How could the person who Xia Qingluan trusted and relied on the most in this world see her suffering? The relationship between the two of them could not be surpassed even by him. After all, it was Wan Qi Haoyue who gave warmth to the lonely and helpless girl more than ten years ago.
, rather than being tied to each other because of an exchange agreement.
I don’t want to accept it, but I have to admit it.
A faint sigh was like dust falling to the ground, and the thin figure coughed twice, but it was much lighter than the day before. If he lived in the valley for a long time and was not polluted by dust, his physical condition, which contained countless poisonous diseases, would be no different from that of ordinary people.
"Do you know where I have been these past two days?"
"We will never leave the valley." The cold voice said calmly.
Among the four young masters, Wei Moyan was undoubtedly the most arrogant. It was not easy to sit down and have a detailed discussion with Mr. Ye Tan, who had always had a quarrel with him. Xi Shaoyuan was worried that the two of them, both cold-tempered, would start arguing if they didn't talk to each other, so he had to mediate and reconcile: "This
Mr. Wanqi and I have been together with Mr. Wanqi for two days. In order to find a way to detoxify him, he went through page after page of the manuscript left by the Poison King. He has not rested for two nights and two days."
"For Miss Hongxian, Mr. Wanqi really tried his best."
It is impossible to know whether the speaker has the intention or not, but these words are thunderous in the ears of the listeners.
Appearing out of nowhere and carrying all the secrets of the world, why did Gusu Xianggong find him to come to the Poison King Valley with him, and why did he say that he did not want the two people to have friction but intentionally or unintentionally increased the gap? Xi Shaoyuan smiled lazily, his eyes narrowed.
An elusive light.
The rivers and lakes are always in turmoil. Who can be alone and who has hidden ambitions? Walking in the world is always so tiring.
Wan Qi Haoyue was not familiar with Gusu Xianggong. He had only met him once when he came to the valley to have a secret talk with his master. He thought that he and Xi Shaoyuan were traveling companions so he did not ask more. As soon as he said this, Xi Shaoyuan
Yuan's friends had to drive him away, otherwise Wei Moyan would have misunderstood.
"Poison King Valley is not a hospitable place. I think it's time for you two to go about your own business."
The eviction order was made without concealment, and the man with enchanting eyebrows chuckled but was not in a hurry. Instead, he took the time to sit down at the table, twirling his slender fingers around his green hair like snow: "If I leave, won't the secrets you want to know no longer be answered? I'm sorry.
I have admired Mr. Ye Tan for many years, and I owed Alliance Leader Wei a satisfactory answer last time. I also hit it off with Young Master Xi, so today I have given up on the rule of asking a thousand dollars, but whatever the three of them ask, they must know everything they ask, and they will tell you everything.
How is it?"
There are always deficiencies in people's hearts and there is no end to them. Young Master Ye Tan who is extraordinary but unable to escape from the world of mortals in the Three Realms, Young Master Jade Dragon who has been lazy and gentle all his life and has no desires and desires, and Young Master Tian Jue who is cold and ruthless and is almost like a god or demon, who wouldn't want to know the answer?
The problem? No one can escape the mundane world, nor can they escape the cause and effect of love. What all the prime ministers of Gusu have to do is to solve the mysteries for these seemingly powerful people, make money, and record this old drama of Jianghu news.
is true.
Xianggong of Gusu is the name shared by a group of people who take it as their duty to write the most authentic and detailed history of the world.
This condition was full of temptation, and for a moment there was no sound in the room, and the three of them fell into silence.
"Ha, you don't even have to ask questions on your own, right?" His thin and long brows paused, and his feminine eyes fell on the person closest to him. Mr. Gusu couldn't help but sigh,
"That's all, you won't believe my big words, so I'd better be sentimental for once. Mr. Xi, do you mind if I answer the questions you want to know in public?"
"What I want to know is not hidden, so why bother?" Xi Shaoyuan looked at Qiluo's gorgeous figure with a smile and looked at Qiluo's gorgeous figures, holding his forehead and looking unruly, romantic and gentle, but his heart became more and more heavy.
.
What he wants to know is very simple, where is his father now.
Lian Shi was unable to contact Xi Shaoyuan after taking Shen Yuqing back to the capital city of Luoyang. In the last meeting, he forgot to mention the whereabouts of Xi Yingfeng. When he thought about it again, he couldn't bear to see his young master continue to bear the responsibility for his father who was full of crimes.
So she didn't tell the truth until the end.
Half a year has passed since this delay. Xi Shaoyuan has never mentioned his father's name to anyone, as if half of that man has been completely eliminated from his life. Only he firmly believes that once he is a father, he will always be a father.
The love of love will never end.
He closed his eyes silently and froze his expression, so that others would think he was smiling and would not displease anyone.
"The answer Mr. Xi wants to get is nothing more than the whereabouts of Master Xi Sect. I think Leader Wei is more qualified to answer this question than me." Putting down his curled hair, Mr. Gusu nodded slightly.
The lazy smile was a little stiff, and the young master, who was never disturbed by worldly things, had a hint of bitterness, more like exhaustion: "As expected, we are in Poyue Pavilion."
His connections are still nowhere to be found, and there are only a handful of places left that have not been explored. The most likely place among them is the seven-story Zhu Pavilion where he has a deep feud with his father.
"The Xiyingfeng is indeed in my hands. It's a cold pond and water prison, and hundreds of insects are gnawing at your bones. It's rare that you're still alive after half a year."
Cold pond water prison, hundreds of insects gnawing at his bones, how could a man who was always aloof and respected by others ever suffer so much? Looking at that face that was carelessly hiding sarcasm, Xi Shaoyuan was even more heartbroken.
He had nothing to exchange to find a way out for his father.