It was already midnight when Jiang Xueqin walked out of the room. The treatment process lasted for several hours. Although the woman was a little tired, her complexion improved a lot. Han Feng moved closer and looked carefully. He felt that the black energy had been completely removed.
The method of removing the poison is extremely clever, and there is not even a trace of residue left behind. As I say, I will leave it to the seniors for the rest of my life. I don’t have to worry about being a cow or a horse, even if I go up the mountain of knives and into the sea of fire, I won’t hesitate.”
Although he was used to speaking glibly, these two sentences had a sense of righteousness and awe-inspiringness, which made Han Feng admiration. Wang Sanbu's mouth curled downward even more, and he said reluctantly: "Farewell, but Qian Qian
By all means, it’s not easy for me to survive alone in the world of martial arts. If I bring along a loser like you, who only knows how to eat but not work, I’ll starve to death sooner or later.”
Lexiang was very thick-skinned. Although he knew that the old man was mocking his low cultivation level, he didn't mind and said with a smile: "The world is so big, there are too few people who are as proficient in detoxification as seniors. Compared with seniors, I am nothing."
After all, compared with ordinary traffickers and lackeys, Lexiang thinks he is stronger."
Wang Sanbu chuckled, knowing that Le Xiang's words were unreliable, so he didn't argue with him and stopped talking.
Han Feng said: "Old man, we still have two days left, do we have to spend them in the inn?"
The old man glared at him and said, "Where else do you want to go if you don't stay here? I just dug such a big bag, can't I let someone catch it when I go out? I have been keeping it here for the past two days and I am not allowed to go anywhere. Girl Qin
, your body is weak, you need to recover your spiritual energy these two days, do you understand?"
Jiang Xueqin nodded obediently.
Seeing the woman's expression, Le Xiang couldn't help but murmured: "She is indeed a senior expert. This woman has never shown such an expression in front of me. I admire her...ah!" Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xueqin's hand formed a wave of condensation.
The wind blade swept across Le Xiang's cheek, making him break into a cold sweat and he no longer dared to say anything.
The two days passed very quickly. Jiang Xueqin and Han Feng met in the same sect, and naturally they had an extra layer of friendship. When they were in the Tianqiong sect, Jiang Xueqin admired Chen Yunsheng very much, loved the house as much as the bird, and took special care of Han Feng. In terms of practice,
He was reminded of a lot of things, which made him suddenly enlightened. He spent the whole day beside Jiang Xueqin, asking questions like this and that, looking very indifferent.
At midnight on this day, Wang Sanbu led a few people to drink in the lobby. There were few tables for eating in the empty hall, and Han Feng and others showed their personalities. The second watch of the drum outside the street was played, and the guests in the lobby became more and more popular.
There were fewer and fewer people coming, and finally only Han Feng was left waiting for a table of people to eat. He couldn't sit still and asked anxiously: "Old man, we will not be cheated."
Wang Sanbu said expressionlessly: "Calm down, it's not time yet. Anyone who dares to lie to me is either dead or has never been born." Han Feng stuck out his tongue and stopped talking, but in his heart he did not agree with the old man's words. Although he
I admit that Wang Sanbu is superb in his use of poison, but he is definitely not to the point of being unparalleled in the world.
After a while, Jiang Xueqin asked impatiently: "Senior, if you want to get out of seclusion, I have some methods available, and you don't necessarily have to resort to the methods of these people."
Wang Sanbu glanced at her, smiled slightly and said: "Girl Qin still lacks training. I dare not say that she can't use a stick of incense. They will definitely come."
The time for burning incense was just around the corner. Just when everyone was about to make other plans, they heard a slight noise on the back window, and a dark shadow penetrated through the cracks in the window and gradually turned into a
Human form. This person opened the window, and the remaining five people filed in. The last person who came in was an old man with gray hair. He was the person who had made an appointment with Wang Sanbu that day.
The six of them sat down at the table in the corner and ignored Wang Sanbu, as if they didn't know them. Wang Sanbu stood up suddenly and said carelessly: "Come on, follow me to the pier."
Hearing this, Le Xiang almost didn't laugh out loud. He thought that this old man had a wretched look on his face, but he was really unambiguous at the critical moment, and he was very impressive. The three young people followed Wang Sanbu, and the scene was a bit...
Nondescript. The old man staggered to the other party's table, cupped his hands and said: "A few friends, I just ate golden claw crabs, wiped my mouth and pretended nothing happened, it doesn't deserve the word "fuck."
The white-haired old man chuckled and said: "Old friend, what are you talking about? If you really said that, we won't come tonight. But I just saw two more friends beside you. I don't know if they are friends or foes.
I was coerced and didn't recognize each other rashly. I just hoped that my old friend wouldn't take offense."
"I don't want to take it seriously. It's just that I have two more companions this time. I hope my old friends will bear with me." Wang Sanbu's attitude changed.
The white-haired old man nodded and stopped talking. The other people at the table looked at each other, and a strange atmosphere passed between them. Han Feng felt that there was something wrong, but couldn't tell what was wrong. Another moment passed.
At that moment, the white-haired old man looked out the window and whispered: "It's time, come with me." As he said that, like a civet cat, he jumped from the gap in the window to the street. A group of people filed out, really quiet.
It's like a ghost.
The northern city wall of Luo Ri Pass is a hundred feet high and ten feet wide. Since the bricks and stones used to build the city wall were taken from the depths of Mang Mountain, they are pure black in color and hard in texture. Since the black wall was erected at Luo Ri Pass, people standing on both sides of the wall have died.
There have been countless warriors for a long time. It is said that there are more corpses buried under the wall than there are living people in Luo Ri Pass. It is said that if you come to the black wall at sunset and listen carefully, you will hear countless ghosts crying like the wind.
The sound can make people feel extremely desperate, so this majestic black wall is also called the Black Wall of Despair.
A group of people were walking on the street of Luoliguan. There was no dust on the bluestones on the road, but they could not hear the sound of footsteps. When Han Feng stopped in front of the black wall, he felt a suffocating sadness.
His heart suddenly became wet, and he had to hold back the tears. Wang Sanbu glanced at him with strange eyes, and the expression on his face was quite amusing, which Han Feng didn't quite understand.
The white-haired old man stopped by the wall, tapped his fingers on the wall twice, and saw a black shadow coming. Except for a pair of eyes exposed, this man's whole body was wrapped in black clothes. He came in front of everyone.
Without speaking, he waved to everyone, and the white-haired old man motioned for everyone to follow him.
Not far along the black wall, I saw a dark doorway, about eight feet high, which was a ditch used for drainage. The man in black inserted a black stone sign into the groove next to the ditch.
Inside, there was only a creaking sound, and the originally closed door opened.
The white-haired old man passed the doorway without saying a word. He was ten feet away and reached the opposite side in the blink of an eye. Everyone passed by in turn. Finally, Han Feng, when he stepped into the doorway, an extremely uncomfortable feeling lingered in his heart, as if he was being beaten.
It was as if a hundred claws were scratching my heart. Fortunately, the distance was not very long, and I reached the opposite side in a breath.
The man in black closed the door without mentioning it, and the white-haired old man led everyone forward for a few miles. After leaving Luori Pass, Han Feng looked around and found that the scenery outside the pass was completely different from that inside the pass. It was winter at this time, and the thick and strong
The dry branches of the tall trees were hung with countless crystal clear ice hangings, and the white snow was knee-deep, making a squeaking sound when stepping on it, making it very inconvenient for everyone to walk.
The cold breath that hit his face made Han Feng shrink involuntarily. Looking at the group of people, he was the only one who was afraid of the cold and felt quite shameless. Jiang Xueqin walked the most easily, standing lightly like two ounces of catkins.
On top of the snow, it looks like a fairy in the snow.
Seeing Jiang Xueqin's calmness, the white-haired old man showed an indescribable expression on his face. After walking for another three or five miles, the white-haired old man stopped and said with a smile on his face: "Old friends, we are
Should we say goodbye here, or should we go together? Look at the cold weather outside the pass, the inaccessible places, and the harassment of monks from the Lengyue Kingdom. The road is very dangerous. If you don't mind, we can go together.
Anyway, the goal is the same, Snow Burial Mountain."
Wang Sanbu chuckled and said: "Since you are so kind, we are disrespectful. In this way, we can be considered true friends. I, Wang San, these three people are all my servants. What do you call me?"
The silver-haired old man smiled and said, "I'm Xia Wu, why don't you guys come over and exchange your names?"
After hearing Xia Wu's call, the remaining five people came over to sign up. A tall, fat man with a round body came over first and said carelessly: "My name is Xiong Fei, please take care of me."
Although Han Feng's cultivation level was not high, he could feel Xiong Fei's cultivation level from the aura on his body when he scanned his consciousness. It seemed that this person was also a Qi practicing monk. Then a thin little man came forward and said,
He said politely: "My name is Wang Wuchang, and I am from Leng Yue Kingdom."
Among the remaining three people, there is an old monk named Qi Fei, whose cultivation level is roughly in the early stage of foundation building, and a young monk named Wu Nian, who is clean and tidy, and is both pretty and Le Xiang.
After a fight, since Buddhism and Taoism are completely different, one cannot see his cultivation level, and can only feel a warm halo emanating from his body.
The remaining person was completely wrapped in black clothes, and his face could not be seen, but judging from his body shape, he looked like a young man. His cultivation level was the highest and he had reached the late stage of foundation building. However, his attitude was also the worst.
He only gave a slight gesture to Jiang Xueqin, but others ignored him. Le Xiang and Han Feng suddenly felt that they had the same enemy. They exchanged glances and scolded the pretentious man in black thousands of times.
After the introduction, Xia Wu cleared his throat and said loudly: "Okay, since everyone has the same goal, let's start heading towards Snow Burial Mountain."