Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 79: The Truth [Part 1]
Yuan Mingkong faced Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang with his back to Zhao Rang and Ximen Dazhuang, standing naked, with the water on his body constantly falling. Under the candlelight, his body was plump and healthy, with solid muscles and long sleeves, which was really rare.
Beautiful man. The most important thing is that all the skin on Yuan Mingkong's body is no longer pale, but all have the color of snow, pink and tender, just like a newborn baby.
Others didn't know it, and they thought that Yuan Mingkong had some unique magic method, or added some secret medicine to the bath water to achieve such a state. But Zhao Rang knew best that Yuan Mingkong ate it when he was bathing.
There is nothing but hot water.
Even the hot water almost ran out because of the lack of firewood, let alone having time to find other things for him...
Yuan Mingkong picked up a big towel on the shelf and wiped his whole body carefully, except for his head. Then he walked behind the screen, where his sister Yuan Kexin had prepared clothes for him in advance.
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Dressed neatly, Yuan Mingkong walked out again, his whole body restored to his original spirit, and his face exuded a glow of confidence!
He spread his hands and walked towards Zhao Rang, then rushed forward and gave his fellow sufferer a firm hug.
Zhao Rang didn't like this kind of close physical contact... let alone a man hugging another man... He felt that punching Ximen twice in the belly was his upper limit.
After the hug, Yuan Mingkong clicked his hands together in front of him, as if he was going into a temple to worship a god. He bowed to Zhao Rang to the end, then looked at Ximen Dazhuang and muttered:
"Yes, and you, brother!"
Then he bowed to the end again.
Zhao Rang watched Yuan Mingkong worshiping here without saying a word, and finally he felt thirsty.
A person who has been taking a hot bath for two hours is lucky to still feel thirsty! If Yuan Mingkong were replaced by an ordinary person, he would have died in the bathtub due to dehydration.
Zhao Rang took him to the hall of the house and put an extra teapot on the table, just in case he wouldn't have enough to drink after taking a bath.
Both teapots were full of tea, but the tea had been brewed for two hours since he first got out of the bath, so it must have been cold.
Yuan Mingkong was not particular about it. He picked up the teapot, held it in each hand, held the spout in his mouth and drank all the tea in the teapot in one breath. The second one was the same as before.
After drinking two pots of tea, Zhao Rang could see with the naked eye that his belly had swelled slightly, and his originally loose clothes had been stretched out a bit.
"Ah! It's so comfortable!"
Yuan Mingkong slumped down on his chair, raised his head to the sky, looked at the ceiling, and couldn't help but admire.
Zhao Rang walked next to him, followed his example and sat down, looked at the ceiling, and said:
"Are you feeling hungry again? Here's a roast leg of lamb, it must be the best! You can't eat meat without wine. If the meat is rotten, it must be good. How about I treat you to some meat rotten with wine?"
As soon as Zhao Rang said the word "lamb leg", Yuan Mingkong swallowed his saliva twice. But after touching his belly, he replied to Zhao Rang:
"No, you can't eat yet. If you want to eat, you have to wait two hours!"
Zhao Rang was very puzzled. Why did he have to use hot water for two hours to take a shower? Now he had to wait two hours to eat?
But this time, before Zhao Rang could ask, Yuan Mingkong took the initiative to explain:
"Because I'm poisoned!"
Zhao Rang's expression tightened and he asked:
"What poison?"
Yuan Mingkong stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table. The four fingers except the middle finger held up the palm of his hand, but the middle finger was stretched out and raised high, looking like a bastard!
"Where did the bastard get the poison?"
Yuan Mingkong said:
"The bastard can live for a thousand years, do you know why?"
Zhao Rang shook his head and expressed ignorance.
It was true that the bastard lived a long life, but he had never seen anyone really live for thousands of years.
Yuan Mingkong continued:
"The Bastard can live for thousands of years because its special breathing method can prolong life."
Zhao Rang suddenly laughed and said:
"Even if you were really poisoned by the bastard's poison, when I took you out of the coffin, why did it look like you had lost half your life?
Yuan Mingkong shook his head and said:
"Using too much poison can harm people, but using too little can save people. This time I just used the poison to save my own life!"
Before Yuan Mingkong got into the coffin, he took a special poison. This poison was condensed from the essence of ninety-nine tortoises. Each pill is only a little bit big. One bite can buy a person two days.
After two nights of sleeping without eating or drinking, his breathing and pulse will become extremely weak, and even the most experienced doctor cannot detect it. He is in a state of life and death.
This poison also has a very special name, "Three and a half". As the saying goes, if the King of Hell wants you to die at the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? The effect of this medicine is to lock the time of the person who takes the medicine.
, locked firmly at half past three o'clock, so as not to offend the King of Hell, but also not to report there immediately.
"I took two pills in one go. Normally, I won't wake up naturally until this time tomorrow, but I didn't expect you to be so fast. You woke me up a day in advance!"
What Yuan Mingkong refers to as "waking up" refers to Zhao Rang holding the knife and standing still with all his strength. Under the violent vibration and shaking, Yuan Mingkong struggled out of the effects of the medicine. But because it was a day early, so
He could not return to normal immediately, but had to use external forces to shorten the recovery time.
There are twelve hours in a day, and it only took Yuan Mingkong two hours to take a bath. Two to twelve, that was ten more hours. Taking most of the day was undoubtedly an extremely cost-effective deal.
Zhao Rang smacked his lips, picked up a pear on the table and ate it.
Pears from the Western Regions have to wait until autumn to come down. This is the Dawei pear shipped from the north. It is rich in juice, but lacks some sweetness and aroma. After working for so long, Zhao Rang was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.
While eating pears, he and Yuan Mingkong continued talking.
After being separated for so many days, Zhao Rang encountered many bizarre and complicated incidents here, and he believed that Yuan Mingkong was the same. Now that the two of them are reunited, with each other reflecting each other, they can almost restore the full picture of the incident.
Yuan Mingkong looked at the plump pear in Zhao Rang's hand, and his Adam's apple moved unconsciously. After looking at it for a moment, he forcibly turned his head away and said:
"Remember that night when we split up, right?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"Of course! But I didn't find anything at Mr. Wang's place, but I met a big shot!"
Then, Zhao Rang told the story of his meeting with Princess Amani of Lanmo Kingdom, and then told Ye Sanniang, Lian Gongzi, and Ximen Dazhuang who he met on the way here in detail.
Pass.
Yuan Mingkong listened quietly and carefully without interrupting. It wasn't until Zhao Rang finished speaking that he asked again:
"Where is Shen Liushu? Is he still alive?"
Zhao Rang replied:
"The Zhong family class was bloodbathed, and when I returned to the semicolon, I was almost driven to death by a female killer with two swords... Ximen Dazhuang had all these unexplainable things on Shen Liushu's head. "
"That's true when I think about it! This man seems to be ignoring everything, but if you think about it carefully, there is his shadow in everything, so I locked him up with his newly married wife."
Yuan Mingkong sighed and said:
"Then he is probably dead now."
Zhao Rang exclaimed:
"Impossible! There are always only two people in the house, he and his wife. The guard is very tight, and not a single mosquito has flown in! There is also a waiter who delivers water and food on time three times a day. Before carrying you back, then They even sent word that everything was fine!"
Yuan Mingkong looked at Zhao Rang deeply, stood up and walked out.
Outside the house, Yuan Kexin has been standing here, looking anxious.
Now that he saw his brother intact and standing in front of him in high spirits, he immediately burst into tears, jumped up on his feet, hugged Yuan Mingkong's neck, and burst into tears.
Yuan Mingkong touched Yuan Kexin's head lovingly, and then slowly patted her shoulder and back. When Yuan Kexin's crying turned into soft sobbing, he supported his sister's arm. , said to her:
"Okay girl, your brother and I have a bastard destiny. Even if we sometimes don't live well, we will never die!"
Yuan Kexin turned from crying into joy and said with a smile:
"You might as well say you are a cockroach, at least you can fly!"
Yuan Mingkong laughed loudly and walked to the coffin that Zhao Rang had to carry back, pushed open the coffin lid again, and then called Zhao Rang to come closer.
The lights in the yard were brilliant, illuminating the inside of the coffin clearly!
Zhao Rang took a closer look and said in surprise:
"Why are they all books!"
There was nothing else in the coffin, only books neatly arranged. Coupled with the weight of an adult, Yuan Mingkong, no wonder he could withstand Zhao Rang's strength.
"Take a closer look!"
Yuan Mingkong said.
Zhao Rang stretched his head further inside and found that these books were not ordinary books. They were all collections of poems. And they were not compiled in the usual way. They were almost all collections of famous quotes, more like a scholar. A booklet specially used for excerpts.
"From Jiangling to Yangzhou, it's three thousand three hundred miles. We've traveled one thousand and one, and we have two thousand and two in total."
Zhao Rang picked up a book, flipped through it, and read out one of the poems.
"Isn't this one not quite right?"
Zhao Rang read this poem when he was a student. The last two sentences should be "One thousand and three have been done, and there are still two thousand!"
Yuan Mingkong did not answer, but asked Zhao Rang to look at something else.
"The homeland is nine thousand miles away, and the palace is two hundred years deep."
"Flying down eight thousand feet, it seems that the Milky Way has fallen into the sky."
"Three thousand miles away there are two-haired people, eighteen beachheads with two-leafed bodies."
Zhao Rang was not familiar with some ancient poems. He looked through a few of them that he had remembered and found that the numbers in them had been changed.
"Three thousand miles turned into nine thousand miles, twenty years turned into two hundred years. And this, children all know that the water flows down three thousand feet! The last sentence, I remember it is seven thousand miles, one leaf body, Right?"
Yuan Mingkong nodded and said:
"So as you can see, these are not a collection of poems at all, nor are they excerpts."
Zhao Rang suddenly came to his senses and frowned and looked at the booklet in his hand again.
"There are several plum blossoms in the corner, and Ling Han is blooming alone..."