Zhao Zheng and others were naturally listening attentively, for fear of missing even a word.
There were too many traps and ambushes in the Crazy Blade Jue Ming Tower. It took Lu Wen an entire hour to explain all the traps and ambushes in the tower.
Because there is so much content, even if everyone memorizes it carefully, the parts they can memorize are extremely limited, and they are unlikely to be able to finish it overnight.
Helping others to help him to the end and sending Buddha to the west, Lu Wen had no choice but to take out some white paper and drew another design on the paper, and marked the location of the mechanism and the method to crack it. On the walking route
Inside, he wrote everything very clearly, but in order to save time, he did not clearly write down the ambush of agencies outside the route. He patted his chest and promised that as long as he followed the route he said, he would follow it strictly.
If you do what you say, there will be no danger. He took the road map and explained it to everyone three times, and everyone finally memorized it.
Even though they had obtained the method to break the tower, everyone still couldn't feel at ease, fearing that Lu Wen was doing something inside or hiding some mechanisms. After all, everyone relied on coercion to force Lu Wen to tell them. In order to prevent
In case, Zhao Zheng appears again as the bad guy and reminds everyone to take away a large number of machine design drawings as a threat.
These blueprints were Lu Wen's lifeblood, and he naturally didn't want to be taken away by others. But now that he had become a piece of cake, he had no choice but to hand over a large number of blueprints.
If there is something wrong with the method of breaking the tower provided by Lu Wen, and the people who went to break the tower are killed, then these blueprints can only say goodbye to him forever, and the Taishan faction will pursue this. Everyone in the Taishan faction
I didn't say these words explicitly, but my attitude was very clear.
It was already dark by this time. It was supposed to be a good time for a good sleep. But everyone in the Taishan faction was in a hurry to go back and help break the tower. They were not in the mood to sleep, so they said goodbye to Lu Wen immediately and left here.
Before leaving, Zhao Zheng bowed deeply to Lu Wen and said: "Old man, I know you must be deeply dissatisfied with our behavior. After these things are resolved, we will definitely come back here to apologize and bring those manuscripts and drawings to you."
I'll pay you back in full. Please take care of yourself and don't get angry because of this."
"Hmph, hit a stick and give a sweet date to eat, Taishan is a good trick!" Lu Wen snorted coldly, but did not appreciate it and closed the door heavily.
Zhao Zheng was disappointed, smiled bitterly, shook his head, and followed his companions to perform Qing Kung Fu, jumped off the ground, and flew into the extremely large Black Lotus Swamp. When they entered, everyone encountered mutations.
Because of Yama Wanglian, I encountered a lot of troubles. But everything went smoothly when I left, and it even took half the time it took when I came in.
When the moon was bright and the stars were scarce, everyone had left the Black Lotus Swamp, landed on dry and solid land, and headed back to the Taishan Sect under the stars and the moon. During the advance, no one noticed Feng Ming's uncertain mood.
His face looked a little strange.
There was no other words to say at night, and everyone walked all night until dawn. At this time, everyone was a little tired, and they would be exhausted if they continued walking, so they had to slow down a bit and look for a resting place along the road.
When I came here, I took note of the villages, towns and wilderness shops along the way, so it was easy to find a small inn nearby.
Everyone planned to have a light meal here and rest for an hour. Traveling on the road would consume a lot of energy, so they ordered a lot of meat dishes. The cooked beef alone cost a full thirty kilograms, which the store owner also ate.
Surprised. Everyone sat down to rest, waiting for breakfast to be prepared. While resting, they had a conversation using the method of sound transmission, and the conversation naturally centered on the matter of breaking the tower.
While chatting, Feng Ming suddenly said casually: "By the way, I don't like onions, ginger, and garlic. I like light food. I'd better ask the store to cook another dish for me. You guys are here
While we’re chatting, I’ll go to the kitchen and give the order, and I’ll be right back.”
Everyone was chatting happily and did not take Feng Ming's words too seriously. Only two of them nodded.
Feng Ming stood up as if nothing had happened and walked slowly towards the kitchen behind the lobby.
Others did not pay attention to Feng Ming, but Zhao Zheng has been secretly paying attention to Feng Ming's every move. He has not dared to be careless these days. When he saw Feng Ming about to enter the kitchen, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and suddenly became wary.
, also found an excuse, stood up quietly, and followed with gentle steps. He was afraid of disturbing Feng Ming, so he used sound transmission when talking to passers-by, and walking was lifeless, so Feng Ming who was walking in front
Ming didn't notice that he was following.
Feng Ming turned a corner, entered the kitchen, and shouted to the chef: "Stew another pot of beef for me. Remember not to add onions, ginger, and garlic. Just add a little salt. Remember to increase the amount. If it is done well,
, your reward is indispensable."
"Okay, when I finish cooking this pot of beef, I will start another stove for you and stew another pot." The chubby chef responded with a smile.
Feng Ming nodded and waved his hand, signaling the chef to continue working. When the chef turned his head, he looked nervous and turned around to look around.
Zhao Zheng was actually hiding behind the wall. When he saw Feng Ming shrugging his shoulders, he quickly retracted his body for fear of being discovered. After a few breaths, he took a deep breath and bravely stretched his head back.
, secretly went to see what Feng Ming was doing. It didn't matter, he happened to see an amazing scene.
Feng Ming secretly took out a small red bottle from the treasure bag, took off the lid, and poured it towards the meat that was about to be stewed in the pot. His movements were so fast that with the chef's eyesight, he couldn't even notice it.
The powder fell into the pot and disappeared immediately.
poison!
This word immediately popped into Zhao Zheng's mind, his heart suddenly tightened, and he took a slight breath of air.
As a spy, Feng Ming must have become jealous after seeing everyone obtain the method to break the tower, and thought of poisoning everyone. This speculation is really reasonable and logical.
Although warriors have a keen sense of taste, it is difficult to detect the poison in a pot of meat with a lot of seasonings, as long as the smell of poison is not very strong. For someone like Feng Ming, the poison he carries must be extremely poisonous.
, the taste will not be too great, but the toxicity must be violent!
If Zhao Zheng hadn't followed, they might have fallen into Feng Ming's trap today!
Feng Ming hurriedly finished the poisoning and stuffed the medicine bottle back into the treasure bag. The time spent before and after was only a few breaths.
Zhao Zheng didn't want to be discovered by Feng Ming, so he quickly retracted his body and walked quickly back to his seat. His mind was racing, thinking of ways to deal with Feng Ming. At this moment, he caught a glimpse of a rope tied to the roadside.
Dog. This native dog was raised by the inn. It usually ate the food left by the guests, and it grew quite fat and strong. When he saw this native dog, he immediately became concerned, but his expression remained calm.
Feng Ming came back not long after, said a few words casually as perfunctory, and sat back down.
Zhao Zheng secretly checked Feng Ming's face and found that the latter's face was not very good-looking. Although he tried his best to restrain himself, there was still a trace of nervousness that could not be concealed. His eyes were a little erratic, and his throat was moving up and down.
Swallowing his saliva, Zhao Zheng was also slightly nervous at this time, and his hands under the table were still clenched into fists.
The meals were prepared one after another, and the waiter shuttled back and forth between the kitchen and the lobby, bringing out the meals one after another and setting them up for Zhao Zheng and everyone. When the third course was passed, the pot of stewed beef was brought up.
, the rich fragrance wafts around, making people want to eat with their index fingers.
Feng Ming immediately cheered up and stared at the pot of beef with his peripheral vision.
The waiter smiled and put the pot of beef on the table and said, "Please use it slowly."
The sword slave grabbed the chopsticks and stretched them towards the beef, wanting to take the first bite.
"Wait a minute!" Zhao Zheng suddenly raised his hand to stop the sword slave and placed his hand on the pot of meat, attracting everyone's attention. "Be careful with the ten thousand year ship. I think it's better for everyone not to rush.
After I put the meat in the pot to the dog, and after it eats it safely, it won't be too late for us to use chopsticks again."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Ming's face suddenly changed drastically, his body visibly trembled, and he immediately aimed his gaze at Zhao Zheng, his pupils shrinking into needles!
The meaning of these words is obviously implying that the meat in the pot is poisonous. Everyone is a person who travels in the world, and even the world is unpredictable. Naturally, no one will object to such a proposal. However, everyone does not believe in such a small shop.
It would be a black shop, and some people said that Zhao Zheng was too cautious.
Zhao Zheng didn't take it seriously and reached out to hold the slightly hot pot, intending to give the meat to the local dog.
Feng Ming had something in his mind, and he quickly reached out to stop Zhao Zheng, and said vaguely: "It is impossible for such a small shop to poison us, so don't be suspicious."
"I didn't say that the meat in this pot was poisonous, I just said that I wanted to give this dog a taste first. Why is Hall Master Feng so anxious?" Zhao Zheng looked sideways at Feng Ming and said tit for tat.
"I'm not in a hurry, I just think it's unnecessary. If you're worried about it being poisonous, you might as well try it with a silver needle. Why bother feeding it to a dog?"
"Silver needles are not omnipotent. There are still many strange poisons that cannot be detected, and feeding a dog a piece of meat is not that troublesome. Master Feng, please stop stopping me." Zhao Zheng put his hand on Feng Ming's arm.
, using a little strength, he slowly pushed the arm away.
Feng Ming stared straight at Zhao Zheng, with a gloomy expression on his face, and reluctantly took his hand back.
Everyone around them, who were they, immediately noticed something was wrong and looked at the two people competing against each other. None of them had the intention to eat.
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhao Zheng picked up the pot of meat regardless of the heat on the pot, walked to the local dog at the door, took out a few large pieces of meat from the pot, and threw it on the ground.
These pieces of meat exuded an alluring aroma. How could the native dog resist the temptation? He immediately devoured the meat and ate up all the meat in just a few seconds.
After eating the meat, the native dog didn't seem to feel any discomfort and was still lively and energetic.
"Elder Zhao, let me tell you that you are suspicious. Nothing happened to this dog after it ate the meat. Everyone is hungry, so please bring that pot of meat back quickly." Feng Ming persuaded, pretending to be nonchalant.
