After taking the antidote, the pain on Ma Xiaoyao's body slowly disappeared, his breathing became smoother, and his face returned to rosy. With the help of Abbot Wuxiang, the silver needle that sealed Ma Xiaoyao's heart veins was also sucked.
It was strange to say that the silver needle immediately turned into a pile of powder as soon as it was sucked out of Ma Xiaoyao's chest, and disappeared without a trace when blown by the wind.
Abbot Wuxiang and Tang Linhai both had calm faces. They had seen Fairy Yun's methods, so they were not too surprised to see the silver needle suddenly turn into powder. Fairy Yun was an expert in using poison. Under normal circumstances, no one would
The reason why he was willing to provoke her today was to save Ma Xiaoyao, otherwise Abbot Wuxiang and Tang Linhai would never have a conflict with Fairy Yun.
Abbot Wuxiang cared about Ma Xiaoyao sincerely, but Tang Linhai had selfish motives. What he cared about was the Tang Sect's hidden weapon collection. If it wasn't for the purpose of getting the Tang Sect's hidden weapon collection as soon as possible, Tang Linhai would not care about Ma Xiaoyao's life and death.
"How do you feel?" Abbot Wuxiang asked with concern.
"Huh..." Ma Xiaoyao took a deep breath and stood up unsteadily with Lei Dazhuang's support: "Much better, but my body is still a little weak. I should be fine if I go back and have a rest."
"It's okay." Abbot Wuxiang breathed a sigh of relief.
"Abbot Wuxiang, Master Tang, thank you for helping me get the antidote. Thank you very much." Ma Xiaoyao said sincerely.
Abbot Wuxiang waved his hand: "You are a guest of Shaolin Temple, and I have the obligation to ensure your safety...but...why do you want to provoke Fairy Yun? Fairy Yun is notoriously cruel, and can kill people if they disagree with you.
, Fortunately this is the Shaolin Temple, Fairy Yun doesn't dare to go too far, if you were outside, you would have been dead."
"Actually, it's just a misunderstanding. I didn't expect Fairy Yun to be so vicious." Ma Xiaoyao said with a bitter smile.
"Be more cautious in the future and don't come into contact with Fairy Yun alone." Abbot Wuxiang warned: "Okay, it's getting late. You should go back and rest quickly."
"Hey." Ma Xiaoyao nodded and slowly left the scene with Lei Dazhuang's support.
Looking at Ma Xiaoyao's leaving figure, Abbot Wuxiang sighed softly: "This Ma Xiaoyao is a troublemaker, and Fairy Yun is also vicious enough. Fortunately, no one was killed, otherwise..."
"It's all over, so don't worry about it anymore. Let's go on and play chess. I will definitely beat you today!" Tang Linhai pulled Abbot Wuxiang away quickly.
The storm passed like this.
…
After a good sleep, Ma Xiaoyao completely recovered.
After breakfast, Ma Xiaoyao came out of his residence and walked steadily to find the remaining sect leaders to discuss borrowing disciples.
Lei Dazhuang followed closely. Yesterday, Ma Xiaoyao was poisoned by Fairy Yun and almost died. Lei Dazhuang learned his lesson and never let Ma Xiaoyao out of his sight again.
The morning passed quickly.
Ma Xiaoyao successively approached three heads, namely Taoist Master Xuanfeng of the Wudang Sect, Pang Guqi, the head of the Kunlun Sect, and Cang Feitian of the Diancang Sect. The results of the negotiations were all unsatisfactory. Taoist Master Xuanfeng
, Pang Guqi and Cang Feitian had a cold attitude. No matter what conditions Ma Xiaoyao offered, they would not agree to borrow a disciple. In the end, Ma Xiaoyao had no choice but to leave in disappointment.
Ma Xiaoyao took out his cell phone and looked at it: "It's now 11:20, and there are still 40 minutes before lunch time. I still have plenty of time. Let's go and talk to the leader of the Lingshan Sect." After that,
, Ma Xiaoyao raised his feet and walked towards the place where the head of the Lingshan Sect lived.
Lei Dazhuang hurriedly followed.
In a short time, Ma Xiaoyao and Lei Dazhuang arrived at the place where Niu Erlin, the leader of the Lingshan Sect, lived. As soon as they walked in the door, they saw Niu Erlin and Tie Jianxiong, the leader of the Iron Sword Sect, sitting in the yard playing chess.
"Master Niu, Master Iron." Ma Xiaoyaoke greeted politely.
"Well, Mr. Ma is here." Niu Erlin pointed to the stool next to him: "You sit down and wait for a while, I will kill Tie Jianxiong immediately and leave his armor behind."
"Stop bragging!" Tie Jianxiong snorted: "It's not easy to win against me." At this point, Tie Jianxiong pushed a chess piece up: "General!"
Niu Erlin sneered: "Bad chess!" As he spoke, Niu Erlin made a move: "Counter! Let's see how you defeat my move!"
"Uh...how could this happen?" Tie Jianxiong was stunned: "You can't save yourself...then what...I just saw it wrong, let's try it again..."
"The most taboo thing in playing chess is to regret it." Niu Erlin curled his lips disdainfully: "You are not allowed to regret it after playing chess. You lost this game."
"I...I..." Tie Jianxiong looked very depressed: "I just went wrong..."
"No matter what the reason was, you still lost after all." Niu Erlin chirped: "Tie Jianxiong, you played eight games of chess with me, and lost them all without exception, and you lost faster every time. I'm alive.
I'm over 70 years old, and this is the first time I've encountered a bad chess player like you. You're obviously very poor at chess, but you still pretend to be a master. I'm really impressed by you."
"Actually, my chess skills are very good, but... I didn't perform very well today... Maybe it's because the weather is too hot, and I feel a little uneasy..." Tie Jianxiong's face turned red. It was he who took the initiative to play chess with Niu Erlin today.
He originally planned to kill everyone and show his prestige, but in the end he was killed by Niu Erlin, leaving behind his armor and armor. It was so horrific that Tie Jianxiong wished he could turn into an earthworm and find a crack in the ground to crawl in quickly.
"Don't look for objective reasons. It doesn't matter if your chess skills are poor. The key is that you have to be self-aware. You are obviously a bad chess player, but you pretend to be a master. Why are you so thick-skinned?" Niu Erlin snorted.
"Okay, stop talking. I admit that my chess skills are bad!" Tie Jianxiong's eyes widened: "But don't be too proud. When I go back and practice my chess skills, sooner or later, I will win you on your knees and beg for mercy!"
"
"Okay, I'll wait for you. I hope this day doesn't come too late." Niu Erlin nodded lightly.
After the two bickered for a few words, they found time to greet Ma Xiaoyao.
"Mr. Ma, I know very well the purpose of your coming." Niu Erlin said with a smile: "As long as you agree to one condition, I will lend you a disciple to help you deal with foreign killer organizations."
"Huh?" Ma Xiaoyao was stunned. He had imagined countless possibilities before coming, but he never thought of this possibility... Before he could say anything, Niu Erlin took the initiative to put forward the conditions. The progress was too fast.
Bar?
If he knew that Niu Erlin was so easy to talk to, he should have come over earlier to discuss it.
"Ah... Master Niu, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will do it without any hesitation!" Ma Xiaoyao promised steadfastly.
"Well, it's like this. The houses in our Lingshan sect are too old. When it rains, they leak everywhere, so I want to renovate them. Since there are too many houses in the Lingshan sect, it will take a lot of time to repair them at the same time.
Big money..." At this point, Niu Erlin stopped.
Although Niu Erlin only said half of what he said, Ma Xiaoyao already understood what Niu Erlin meant. In the final analysis, he just wanted money! Ma Xiaoyao pondered for a moment: "I wonder... how much does it cost to repair the house?"
"Well, I made a budget, and it should be at least 30 million." Niu Erlin reached out and touched his beard.
Thirty million? Ma Xiaoyao frowned. This was not a small amount of money. Even if Ma Xiaoyao applied to his superiors, the chance of success would probably not be too high.
Niu Erlin picked up the tea cup and drank slowly without saying a word.
Tie Jianxiong looked at Niu Erlin and then at Ma Xiaoyao, with a playful smile on his lips.
Ma Xiaoyao pondered for a moment, then looked up at Niu Erlin: "Master Niu, if I can help you raise 30 million for repairs, how many disciples can you lend me?"
"Thirty!" Niu Erlin was also cheerful and stretched out three fingers: "All of them are elite disciples!"
"Thirty? It's a bit less. I want a hundred." Ma Xiaoyao shook his head.
"Don't you have a big appetite?" Niu Erlin said with a bitter smile: "Let me tell you, although the Lingshan Sect has many disciples, there are not many truly elite disciples. I can give you forty at most, no more.
…I really can’t get it together.”
"Forty?" Ma Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows: "Okay, just forty, but I have an additional condition. As long as Leader Niu agrees, I will transfer the money to your account immediately."
Niu Erlin's eyes lit up: "What are the conditions?"
"I can't return my disciples to you until I completely eradicate the foreign killer organization." Ma Xiaoyao stated his conditions.
"Okay! I agree!" Niu Erlin nodded happily: "But I also have a condition, you must ensure the safety of my disciples!"
"That's for sure!" Ma Xiaoyao nodded.
"Haha... today is such a good day." Niu Erlin laughed loudly: "I finally got money to repair the sect's house. I no longer have to worry about leaks on rainy days."
Seeing Niu Erlin so excited, Ma Xiaoyao couldn't help but secretly laugh. How poor is this Lingshan sect? It can't even come up with money to repair the house! But this is a good thing, at least he can successfully borrow a disciple
.
Ma Xiaoyao calculated in his mind that Tang Sect promised to borrow 30 disciples, Baihua Valley promised to borrow 10 disciples, and Lingshan Sect agreed to borrow 40 disciples. The total number of them is 80 disciples, which is still a bit small... Thinking of this
, Ma Xiaoyao raised his head and looked at Tie Jianxiong: "Master Tie, does your Iron Sword Sect need funds to repair your house?"
Tie Jianxiong smiled slightly: "We, the Iron Sword Sect, are not short of money, but..." Having said this, Tie Jianxiong reached out and picked up the broken hair in front of his forehead, and then gave Ma Xiaoyao an electric look: "I met...
If I encounter a troublesome problem, if you can help me solve it, I will lend you a disciple."
