"Junior Brother Pei's medicine was replaced by someone?"

Zheng Weiqi frowned and sat in the teahouse. After thinking for a while, she had no idea. Her sword energy and anger were rising. "What clues do you know? Where did you get the bottle of fairy spring?"

The elixir spring used for healing was maliciously replaced with corrosive poison. This is by no means a trivial matter that can be laughed off.

Ningning has informed the elders of this matter, but there are few clues now. Even if they agree to investigate, it may be difficult to find the real culprit behind the scenes.

"That bottle of immortal spring water was brought back by Pei Ji from the clinic."

Ning Ning said: "The doctor saw that he was seriously injured and sent a bottle of medicine. At that time, the clinic was crowded with medical practitioners, many rescued girls and the people in the city were in the clinic. If someone took the opportunity to replace the medicine, it would not be easily discovered."

He Zhizhou glanced at her with concern: "Is there anything serious wrong with your leg?"

"The elders of Su Wen Tang checked it for me. The poison is not fatal. At most it will burn the skin."

Ning Ning shook her head: "But the strange thing is that when I smashed it, black demonic energy clearly seeped out of it... But when the elders came to investigate later, they found that there was no trace of it at all. "

"Demonic energy? Could it be that the demon cultivators are causing trouble?"

Lin Xun had never experienced life-and-death dangers or great storms. After hearing this, his face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with worry and fear: "My father said that although the demons were defeated and almost disappeared after the war, there are still survivors hiding in various places - but they have no grudges against Junior Brother Pei, why would they deliberately hurt him?"

Ningning couldn't figure it out either.

And speaking of the demons, the soul refining technique used by Luo Yuanming is obviously an extremely brutal secret method of demon cultivation.

He came from a righteous family, so there was no way he would have the chance to come into contact with them. The only possibility was that he had come into contact with the surviving demon cultivators when he passed through the desert.

Moreover, the demon’s cultivation level is definitely not low.

"Anyway, today is a blessing in disguise."

Zheng Weiqi sighed, her head aching from thinking so much, and she pressed her hands on her temples: "Tomorrow is the annual Lantern Festival in Luan City. After the Lantern Festival, there will be the second round of the Ten Dharma Assembly. I heard that the competition system this time is completely different from the usual ones, and the danger level is greatly doubled. If you get seriously injured before the assembly, there will be no hope at all."

Luo Yuanming’s scandal was exposed, but the Ten Dharma Assembly had to continue.

Ningning had heard about this before. The ceremony was divided into two rounds. The first round was a secret realm trial, and the second round was often a ring duel between disciples, using a one-on-one elimination system until the last person left on the field was decided.

However, although this competition system has been used for a long time, it has very serious drawbacks.

In the world of cultivation, there are numerous methods and hundreds of schools of thought. In a short period of competition, it is often impossible to bring out all of one's advantages. What's more, a duel emphasizes strength over strategy, so it is difficult for the medical practitioners, music practitioners, Buddhist practitioners, and beast tamers who are weak in offensive nature to win.

So at Luo Yuanming's suggestion, after some discussion among the elders, changes were made to the competition system for the second round this year.

"Although the elders are keeping the news secret, according to gossip," He Zhizhou said mysteriously, "it seems to be more exciting than the first round of the battle royale."

As Ningning listened to him speak, she couldn't help but think of the information that Luo Yuanming had accidentally revealed to her.

His encounter with Gu Yuelian was fake, but the method of repairing his sea of ​​consciousness should be true. According to him, in order to cure Wen Hemian, two or more rare spiritual plants are needed, and one of them, Lingshu Immortal Grass, is in the secret realm that needs to be visited for the next round of rituals.

But there seems to be no other secret realm that can be entered within Luan City.

The storyteller had not yet come on stage, and the teahouse was unusually relaxed and quiet.

Ning Ning was still in a daze when she suddenly heard a deep and attractive male voice: "What a coincidence, seeing you all again."

Ah, that sound.

She raised her head with mixed feelings, and sure enough, she saw the extremely familiar face of the Young Lord of Galan City.

Jiang Si's mouth twitched, and he smiled sideways, pointing to an empty seat beside him and said, "Can I sit here?"

"Well, actually, I've wanted to ask this for a while."

He Zhizhou raised his right hand, turning into a curious baby who asks questions when he doesn't understand: "Where did Young City Lord learn such a sophisticated way of laughing? I remember you didn't laugh like this before."

Jiang Si smiled and raised his eyebrows, saying calmly: "Thank you Miss Zheng for this."

Seeing Zheng Weiqi's puzzled look, he snorted: "Jiang has been studying the list of books given by Miss Zheng all night, and accidentally discovered a certain pattern-"

"Among all the words, 'curled his lips and smiled' appeared 281 times, 'raised his eyebrows' appeared 189 times, 'snorted lightly' appeared 146 times, and 'said lightly' appeared 563 times."

So he did exactly what he was told.

It’s a pity that after practicing too many times, my muscles cramped. It didn’t look like a “smile” so much as it looked like I was possessed by a ghost and my mouth was twitching wildly.

Zheng Weiqi inhaled and held her forehead, then forced herself to exhale. In order to prevent this person from speaking nonsense again, she asked first, "How far has the plot progressed over there?"

She was talking about the super thick book "Records of Cultivation" that Jiang Si had been studying recently.

Jiang Si was rarely questioned by her, so he let out a low laugh that had been mentioned 438 times before: "Xue Xiao is dying."

He spoke so calmly that he didn't notice at all that the man sitting at the table next to him, who had been writing and drawing the whole time, paused.

The man had his back to them and their exact appearance could not be seen. If they took a few steps forward and took a quick look, they would be extremely surprised to find that he was actually the storyteller in the teahouse.

——Sir, you finally get a chance to take a break today, but as a hardworking and professional office worker, you have to keep digging for storytelling materials even in your free time.

As luck would have it, he just happened to meet a group of people from the Xuanxu Sword Sect.

Tianxianzi's direct disciple is very popular in Luancheng and is a strong contender for the top spot in the Ten Dharma Societies. The gentleman had been sitting quietly for such a long time, and when he heard the name "Xue Xiao", he couldn't help but frown.

He had never heard of this woman's name.

"Are you referring to the incident where she was imprisoned in the cellar by Master Zhenxiao?"

Zheng Weiqi tried to recall the plot: "Or was it the time when Sect Leader Ji put a love poison on her?"

The hand holding the pen was shaking violently.

What an explosive sect secret! There are so many grudges and hatreds among sword cultivators! The storyteller was very excited!

“Neither.”

Jiang Si said coldly: "I used her as a substitute and abused her in every way, but in the end I had to take her heart blood to treat my dying Bai Yueguang, Miss Ningning."

Thunderclaps came one after another, and the gentleman's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise. He lay over the table and wrote furiously, with sparks almost coming out of his pen.

Zheng Weiqi was somewhat dissatisfied: "The most outrageous thing is that I was madly jealous of Master Zhenxiao because I fell in love with her. I had the disciples in the sect block her in the alley and beat her up, and warned Xuexiao not to have any contact with Master Zhenxiao - what was going on in my head!"

Ning Ning propped her cheek with her hand and smiled, "I was deliberately making things difficult for her because I had a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun. Do you remember that she suddenly started bleeding from all seven orifices when she was having a tryst with Zhen Xiao Jian Zun? It was because she had eaten the poison I gave her."

fear! These terrifying women from Xuanxu Sword Sect! How could they say such things in such a casual tone!

The storyteller's right hand holding the pen was trembling, and he clenched his teeth to prevent himself from shouting out in anger.

He Zhizhou looked at her in astonishment: "Is it you?"

Hearing his incredulous tone, a normal person finally appeared amidst the chaos.

The gentleman showed a sinister smile from the corner of his mouth, ready to witness the scene of punishing evildoers with his own eyes, but he heard He Zhizhou continue: "Didn't you promise to be with me? In the end, you actually have a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun?"

You are sick! ! ! Is this the point? ! !

"What does it matter?"

Ning Ning's tone was as calm as if she was discussing whether or not she had eaten: "Haven't you always been in love with Xue Xiao? People are born with two legs, wouldn't it be fair to them if they weren't split?"

He Zhizhou suddenly realized: "That makes sense! By the way, I remember that you seemed to have some feelings for Pei Ji. With so many boats, be careful not to hurt your waist, otherwise we men who love you deeply will be heartbroken."

Pei Ji had been distracted from the conversation, but when he heard this his eyelashes trembled and he lowered his head to take a sip of water.

Storyteller: ...

The idiot was actually convinced. He was tired. These people are not normal.

"I really don't understand. What's so good about you men? You have to look for true love in the garbage dump. No wonder she ended up like this."

Zheng Weiqi was very disdainful, and her tone was filled with a hint of disappointment: "If I were her, I would definitely focus on practicing swordsmanship, and when I ascend to become an immortal one day, I will pin you bunch of dogs to the ground and beat you."

"Does it mean that she loves me, and if I don't love her, it's a sin? That woman should not forget her identity. She is just a tool to warm my bed."

Jiang Si was not convinced and opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly he felt someone approaching him, so he quickly shut up and turned his head away.

"Ah, isn't this the Young Lord of Jialan City, Jiang Si?"

The visitor was a plump woman. Although she was not outstanding in appearance, the shark gauze skirt she was wearing was obviously very expensive. The woman smiled and handed over a small object wrapped in white cloth.

"Yesterday, a young lady came to my Qixiu Workshop and said that she admired the young city master very much. She specially asked the workshop to make a jade bone fan overnight and asked me to deliver it to her personally."

Jiang Si coughed artificially, his expression and tone were indifferent: "Girl? Oh - it turned out to be that one. I thought she was joking, but I didn't expect she really did it."

The proprietress of Qixiufang pursed her lips and smiled, then left quietly, leaving Jiang Si and the people at the table staring at each other. It was Lin Xun who spoke first: "Jade bone fan? I remember it seemed quite expensive."

"Oh, it's just a small gift that my followers insisted on giving me."

Jiang Si lowered his eyes and sneered, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, his slender fingers falling on the wrapping cloth: "I heard that the girl specifically told the boss lady to embroider a super large 'Young City Lord is awesome' on the fan - why bother? I never care about such false reputation."

Ning Ning leaned over and whispered in Pei Ji's ear: "I think this 'follower' might be himself."

As a man, you always have to earn some face for yourself in front of others.

Jiang Si had been crushed by Senior Sister Zheng in every way before, and was now at his weakest. If he could ask the proprietress of Qixiufang to present this "small gift that the follower insisted on giving" in front of them, he might be able to save a little bit of his remaining face.

Pei Ji's breathing paused because of her sudden approach, and then he let out a low "hmm".

The cloth wrapped outside was unwrapped layer by layer, revealing the delicate and small folding fan inside.

Jiang Si tried hard to suppress the smile on his lips. With a slight force of his index finger, the fan suddenly spread out like the wings of a butterfly, pushing aside the layers of folds and spreading out in front of everyone's gaze.

The jade fan was made of silk and brocade, reflecting the lustrous color of pearls in the sunlight. On both sides of the fan, a string of large characters were embroidered:

[The super-sized young city lord is so awesome].

I am most afraid of the air suddenly becoming quiet.

Lin Xun stared blankly at the words, and then stared blankly at Jiang Si himself.

He Zhizhou scratched his head awkwardly: "Ah, this..."

Jiang Si turned into a cold-faced girl made of cement. It was as if time had stopped and she stood there motionless.

After a long time, he finally blinked and looked up at the sky, trying hard to stop the tears in his eyes: "Do you think I'm a fool?"

Ning Ning felt heartbroken when she saw his ferocious expression, and she kindly comforted him, "Don't be sad, Young City Lord. It's just a little bit."

"I'm not stupid."

Zheng Weiqi showed sincerity on her face and was merciless in insulting him: "For example, you used to be 'Jiang Si', but now all the other radicals are gone, and the whole person is just left with those three drops of water."

This woman is saying that he is a fake.

The cold icy wind blew randomly on his face. Jiang Si looked so hurt and his heart ached.

It was this woman who made him realize for the first time that he could also feel heartache.

As expected of her.

The atmosphere on their side was like visiting a grave. The storyteller on the other side stopped writing on the spot, and when he looked at the manuscript paper on the table, his eyes were filled with fear and horror that had turned to mud.

What he heard today was far beyond his imagination, and he could hardly continue writing.

Unexpectedly, when I was in a trance, I heard Zheng Weiqi's voice again. She deliberately lowered the volume and whispered in Ningning's ear.

In a trance, he heard the other party's vague voice: "I think there is something wrong with him. I don't know if it was influenced by Junior Brother He."

She paused, as if she was a little emotional: "It's an infectious disease. These two people have it together. There's no hope."

Because his back was facing away from them, he couldn't see Zheng Weiqi pointing at her head while she was speaking.

She was bitching about idiocy being contagious.

However, the storyteller was completely confused.

What's wrong with Young City Lord Jiang Si? Why were you influenced by Taoist Priest He Zhizhou? And her last sentence, contagious... what disease?

Oh my god, what did he hear? !

His heart and body were trembling. He mustered up his last bit of courage and lowered his head to take a look at everything he had written on the paper.

[Xue Xiao is dying.

After experiencing the imprisonment of Zhenxiao Sword Master, the love poison of Master Ji, and Jiang Si's forced extraction of her heart blood, she was beaten by Zheng Weiqi until all seven orifices were bleeding and she was still connected to him.

Zheng Weiqi loves Zhen Xiao, loves Xue Xiao, loves Jiang Si, loves Ningning, loves Lin Xun, loves Xue Xiao, loves He Zhizhou, loves Ningning, and loves Pei Ji.

The young city lord is great, but there are some problems. He and He Zhizhou were infected with sexually transmitted diseases and there is no hope for them. ］

Good boy, sad octagonal twist love.

As for the last part, he found it so horrible and perverted.

His sight slid down and down tremblingly, and finally came to the relationship table of the Xuanxu Sword Sect's characters that was riddled with countless arrows.

The storyteller's face was pale and he waved his brush lightly.

A small heart was drawn between the line connecting He Zhizhou and Jiang Si.

At the same time, Zheng Weiqi felt a spiritual consciousness approaching, and Pei Ji's voice sounded in her ears.

He held the sword calmly on the surface, but there was a hint of difficulty and hesitation in his tone, as if he had used up most of his strength to say this:

"Senior sister, can you sell me a copy of the book you guys are discussing?"