Chapter 17 You should know that the fragrance of flowers can kill the soul
The Poison King is good at making poisons, applying poisons and detoxifying them. He can kill people without being seen. Therefore, people in the world are deeply afraid of him. The strange blue flower in Wanqi Haoyue's hand just now may also contain poison, so although everyone is wary of him,
He was dissatisfied with his actions to hurt others, but he did not dare to act rashly.
"Master Wanqi is not from Poyue Pavilion, so why did he block the way? Could it be..." The old-fashioned Xi Yingfeng said with a smile, stroking his beard, and the lingering sound was meaningful. Everyone in the world knew that the Wanqi family suffered a catastrophe overnight, Xi Ying
Feng deliberately left half a sentence to anger Wanqi Haoyue and seek an answer.
"Master Xi Sect, there is no need to provoke me. Poison King Valley and Poyue Pavilion have nothing to do with each other." Wanqi Haoyue was as indifferent as usual, his eyes wandering across the mountains and rivers, "I also have an account to settle with Poyue Pavilion. Before that,
Wei Moyan cannot die in the hands of anyone."
"Since we are all seeking revenge from Poyue Pavilion, why don't Mr. Wanqi come with us so that we can help and look after each other?" someone in the crowd said.
Taking care of him? Everyone has it hidden in his heart, so why talk about taking care of him? He glanced at her coldly, and his disdain was particularly obvious.
As the saying goes, a good man has three gangs, but for Wanqi Haoyue, just having a drink is enough. He is confident enough to compete with Wei Moyan, and does not need outsiders to interfere in their grudges.
"Wanqi Haoyue thanks all the heroes for their kindness. It's just that the family feud makes it difficult for outsiders to help. Please stop."
Such an arrogant attitude aroused everyone's dissatisfaction, especially the sentence of "stop", which was clearly a provocation.
"You have your grudges, and we have our grudges. Unless you are absolutely sure that you can defeat everyone here, there will be no possibility of your colleagues returning!"
"Yes! If you can stop me, try it and see if you two can defeat the heroes of various sects!"
The crowd suddenly became noisy, and Wanqi Haoyue frowned - he hated noise the most.
"The mist of the Huaishui River is filled with mist all year round, like an ethereal fairyland, and the mist is even more fragrant with the fragrance of wild grass, which is elegant and fragrant. It is better for you to enjoy some beautiful scenery here, so as not to increase the number of innocent souls."
The incomprehensible words made everyone look at each other, wondering what he meant.
Wanqi Haoyue smiled faintly, as if Youtan was confused, charming but not demonic, and the mountains were pale, and some people were crazy to see it.
"Wildgrass can only grow on the banks of Huaishui. If it is away from this place for less than a moment, it will wither and wither, and its fragrance will be gone. But in extremely hot places, there is a kind of insect scent called 'racoon'. It is colorless and odorless, but you can't smell it."
It can kill people instantly, but the scent of wild rice can dissolve its poison - even if it dissolves, it will take a month."
The noble and upright people who were so arrogant just now were stunned.
It turns out that the blue flowers just now are not poisonous. What is really poisonous is the insect fragrance mixed in the flowers.
If you leave, you will die; if you stay, you will live. Until one month later, the two fragrances will dissolve and the poison will be dissolved.
A long sigh of vicissitudes of life.
"Master Wanqi, why are you doing this..." Xi Yingfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No matter who kills Wei Moyan, isn't it revenge? This makes us the unjust ghosts of Huaishui River, full of resentment but unable to escape, Mr.
It’s not necessarily a good thing.”
"I don't care what other people's grudges are. My enemies must be destroyed by me." Mr. Ye Tan, who was accustomed to being clean, didn't want to hear any more noise. He picked up the slightly worn oil-paper umbrella under the tree and gently held it up. He turned around and gave a cold look.
He crossed his eyes and said, "By the way, I would like to advise you all to stop plotting against Hongxian. Anyone who wants to hurt her is an enemy of me."
Everyone stood there blankly, watching the slender amber figure go away, followed by the cold and solemn young man in black. The oil-paper umbrella gradually disappeared behind layers of mist, never to be seen again.
Without the light of the sword, without the shadow of the sword, without even hearing the arguments or scoldings, just one person trapped the murderous people from all walks of life on the way to Jiangnan.
"Careful and calm, is this Mr. Ye Tan... His words may rival Wei Moyan's." Silent laughter rippled through his eyes as the light flashed through his eyes.
————————————————————————Although the deep mountains in southern Xinjiang are huge, they cannot stop anyone’s return.
The sudden decision and the silence were so overwhelming that Jiuhe didn't even dare to say a word. He could only slash the vines desperately to open a way forward. After searching for four days, the master of the pavilion suddenly ordered to return. He didn't know what happened to He yesterday.
What on earth did Bian and Hongxian talk about, and they drove all night regardless of the purpose of coming here.
When Jiuhe was about to reach the foot of the mountain, he let out a sigh of relief. The gloomy mountain forest was really not suitable for him. It was extremely depressing, so it was better to get closer to the bright sunlight.
"Wait a minute." Just as he was thinking randomly, Jiuhe was suddenly stopped by Shao Bi in front of him, and the pavilion master and Hong Xian behind him also stopped.
There was a figure moving in front of him, and his face could not be clearly seen clearly. Shao Bi put his hand on the sword at his waist and said in a deep voice: "Who is in front of you?"
"But the Pavilion Master and Hongxian Hall Master?" There was a hint of surprise in the visitor's voice.
"One of our own?" Although he sheathed his sword, Shao Bi still stood guard in front of everyone, waiting until the arrival half-knelt on the ground.
"For the report to the Pavilion Master, Deputy Hall Master Shen has an urgent message to report."
"explain."
The visitor hesitated for a moment, moved a few steps forward, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Chonghuamen and others are gathering people to go south, and I'm afraid they will take action against the headquarters. In addition, Deputy Hall Master Shen believes that there is someone in the cabinet who is liaising with foreign enemies." Looking left and right.
Looking at Shao Bi and Jiu He, who were watching coldly, the man moved a few steps forward and said, "This man may be..."
However, he did not say anyone's name. When he was less than one step away, the person stood up and rushed towards Wei Moyan, with a cold light in his hand.
He thought this plan was perfect, but he didn't want anyone to be surprised. What greeted him was only a hint of coldness on his wrists and neck.
The red light is bewitching, without even a drop of blood staining the string, and it is quickly withdrawn into the sleeve.
"Master Hongxian's skills are getting faster and faster, and I have never been able to match him in this life." Shao Bi shook his head, with a hint of ridicule in his tone, "But this guy is too arrogant. He dares to sneak attack with the skills of a three-legged cat. I don't know.
It’s also rubbish taught by some sect.”
Assassinate the master of Poyue Pavilion?
It's just a big joke.
But no one except Shao Bi found it funny. Jiu He was busy feeling sorry for himself because he didn't have time to react. Wei Moyan glanced at the dead assassin on the ground and looked at Xia Qingluan who was silent.
"The moves are sharp but without any plan, and the mind is impetuous."
"Isn't it the same for you?" His eyes flashed, concealing the moment of confusion.
"You and I have different reasons."
Xia Qingluan had nothing to say.
He was so smart that he saw her thoroughly and could always get to the point with a few words.
He was concerned about Zixiu, and she was concerned too, but there was a hint of melancholy and a dull pain in addition to the concern.
The conversation between the two people was so meaningless that Jiuhe was confused. He turned to look at Shaobi again, looking up at the sky and pretending not to hear anything.
"Cunning!" Jiuhe gritted his teeth.
"Stupid." Shaobi said calmly.
No matter how serious her mood was, she was amused, and Xia Qingluan was helpless. She could never figure out emotional matters, so she might as well let nature take its course. After all, given her status and status, what she expected seemed too excessive.
The sound of the wind is light and the sunlight is scattered all over the ground. There always seems to be something strange in the tranquility.
"Pavilion Master..." Shao Bi approached Wei Moyan and glanced back intentionally or unintentionally.
"Just on my way."
He followed him like a shadow and never gave up. I just didn't know if the people behind him noticed him, but his traces had already been known to the people ahead.