"Junior Brother Pei's medicine has been replaced?"

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

The fairy spring used for healing was maliciously replaced with corrosive poison. This is definitely not a trivial matter that can be laughed off.

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

"The 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. At that time, the clinic was crowded with people, including many medical disciples, rescued girls and citizens in the city. If someone took the opportunity to replace the medicine, it would not be easily discovered."

He Zhizhou looked at her worriedly, "Is your leg okay?"

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

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

"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 full of worry and fear: "My father said that although the demons were badly 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?"

Ning Ning couldn't figure it out.

And speaking of the demons, the soul-refining technique used by Luo Yuanming is obviously a very cruel secret method of demon cultivators.

He was born in the right way, and there was no chance for him to come into contact with it. The only possibility was that he had come into contact with the surviving demon cultivators when he passed through the desert.

And the demon's cultivation level must be very high.

"No matter what, today is a blessing in disguise."

Zheng Weiqi sighed, thinking so hard that her head hurt, and pressed her temples with her hands: "Tomorrow is the annual Lantern Festival in Luancheng. After the Lantern Festival, there will be the second round of the Ten Dharma Conference. I heard that the competition system this time is completely different from the usual, and the degree of danger has doubled. If you are seriously injured before the Dharma Conference, there will be no hope at all."

Luo Yuanming's scandal was exposed, but the Ten Dharma Conference still had to go on.

Ning Ning had heard about it before. The Dharma Conference is divided into two rounds, the first round is a secret realm trial, and the second round is often a duel between disciples on the stage, using a one-on-one elimination system until the last person left on the field is determined.

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

There are numerous ways of cultivation in the world of cultivation, and in a short period of time, it is often impossible to fully exert one's own advantages. Moreover, duels are based on strength and not on strategy. It is difficult for medical cultivators, music cultivators, Buddhist cultivators, and beast-controlling sects with weak offensive nature to win. Therefore,

under Luo Yuanming's suggestion, after some discussion among the elders, the second round of this year's competition system was changed.

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

Ning Ning listened to him and 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 cultivating the complex sea should be true. According to him, in order to cure Wenhe sleep, two or more rare spiritual plants are needed, and one of them, Lingshu Xiancao, is in the secret realm that needs to be visited in the next round of the ritual.

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

The storyteller did not come on stage at this time, and the teahouse showed a rare leisure and tranquility.

Ningning was in a daze, and suddenly heard a very magnetic low male voice: "What a coincidence, I meet you again."

Ah, this voice.

She raised her head with a complicated mood, and indeed saw the extremely familiar face of the young city 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 when he doesn't understand: "Where on earth did the 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, and said lightly: "I have to thank Miss Zheng for this."

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

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

So he really did it one by one.

Unfortunately, after practicing too many times, her muscles cramped, and it didn't look like a "lip curling smile", but more like a ghost possessed, with her mouth twitching wildly.

Zheng Weiqi inhaled and held her forehead, and exhaled with difficulty. In order to prevent this person from talking nonsense again, she asked first: "How far has the plot progressed over there?"

She was talking about the super thick book "Cultivation Records" that Jiang Si had recently observed and studied.

Jiang Si was rarely asked questions by her, and when he heard this, he squeezed out a low laugh from his throat that had been mentioned 438 times: "Xue Xiao is dying."

He said it lightly, and didn't notice at all that the man sitting at the table next to him, writing and drawing from beginning to end, froze.

The man had his back to them, so they couldn't see his exact appearance. If they took a few steps forward and took a quick look, they would be extremely surprised to find that he was the storyteller in the teahouse.

——The gentleman finally had a chance to rest for a while today, but as a hardworking social animal with a strong professional quality, he had to persevere in digging for storytelling materials even in his spare time.

As luck would have it, he happened to meet the Xuanxu Sword Sect.

Tianxianzi's direct disciple was very popular in Luancheng, and was a strong contender for the top spot of the Ten Dharma Associations. The gentleman had been sitting quietly for so long, and when he heard the name "Xue Xiao", he couldn't help but frowned.

He had never heard of this woman's name.

"Are you referring to the time when she was imprisoned in the cellar by Master Zhenxiao?"

Zheng Weiqi tried to recall the plot: "Or the time when Master Ji made a love slave of her?"

The hand holding the pen trembled violently.

What an explosive sect secret! There are so many grievances and hatreds among sword cultivators! The storyteller was in turmoil!

"Neither."

Jiang Si said coldly: "I treated her as a substitute and abused her in every way, and in the end I wanted to take her heart's blood to treat my nearly dead white moonlight, Miss Ningning."

Shocks came one after another, and the gentleman's eyes almost popped out of his head in surprise. He lay on the table and wrote quickly, and the pen almost sparked.

Zheng Weiqi was somewhat dissatisfied: "The most ridiculous thing is that I was madly jealous of Master Zhenxiao because I fell in love with her, and I had the disciples in the sect block her in the alley and beat her, and warned Xue Xiao not to break off contact with Master - what was going on in this head!"

Ning Ning supported her cheek with her hand and smiled: "I was also deliberately making things difficult for her because I had a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun. Do you remember that she suddenly bled from her seven orifices when she was having a tryst with Master Zhenxiao? It was because she took the poison I gave her."

Horror! These horrible women from the Xuanxu Sword Sect! How could they say such words in such a casual tone!

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

He Zhizhou looked at her in astonishment: "It's you?"

Hearing his unbelievable tone, he finally found a normal person in the chaos.

The gentleman showed a devilish smile from the corner of his mouth, and was ready to witness the scene of punishing the traitors and eliminating the evil, 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 calm as if she was discussing whether she had eaten or not: "Aren't you and Xue Xiao always in love? People are born with two legs, wouldn't it be unfair to them if they were not split?"

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

Pei Ji was originally out of the conversation, but when he heard this, his eyelashes trembled and he lowered his head to drink a sip of water.

Storyteller: ...

This idiot was actually convinced. He was tired. This group of people are all abnormal.

"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 there was a hint of regret in her tone: "If I were her, I would definitely concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, and when I ascend to become an immortal in the future, I will pin you guys to the ground and beat you."

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

Jiang Si was not convinced. He opened his mouth and retorted, but suddenly he noticed someone approaching from the side. He quickly shut up and turned his head away.

"Oh, isn't this the Young City Lord Jiang Si of Galan City!"

The visitor was a plump woman. Although she was not outstanding in appearance, the mermaid silk dress she wore was very expensive. The woman smiled and held out a small object wrapped in white cloth.

"Yesterday, a girl came to my Qixiu Shop and said that she admired the Young City Lord very much. She asked the shop to make a jade fan overnight and asked me to deliver it personally."

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

The proprietress of Qixiu Shop smiled and left softly, leaving Jiang Si and the people at the table staring at each other. It was Lin Xun who spoke first: "Jade fan? I remember it seemed quite expensive."

"Oh, it's just a small gift from a follower."

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 let her embroider a super large 'Young City Lord is great' on the fan - why bother? I never care about such false reputations."

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

Men, after all, have to save some face for themselves in front of others.

Jiang Si was previously crushed by Senior Sister Zheng in every way, and it was the weakest time. If the boss lady of Qixiufang presented this "small gift from a follower" in front of them, maybe he could save 10% of his remaining face.

Pei Ji's breathing stagnated because of her sudden approach, and then he uttered a low "hmm".

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

Jiang Si suppressed the smile on his lips, and with a slight force on his index finger, the fan surface was like a butterfly wing that suddenly spread out, pushing aside the layer of folds and spreading out in front of everyone's eyes.

The jade-bone fan was shining with silk, reflecting the pearl-like luster under the sunlight, and on the front and back of the fan, there was a string of large characters embroidered:

[The super-large young city lord is so great].

I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.

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

He Zhizhou shook his head in embarrassment: "Ah, this..."

Jiang Si turned into a cold-faced darling made of cement, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in time, standing still in the same place without moving.

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 looked at his ferocious expression and felt heartbroken, and kindly comforted: "Young City Lord, don't be sad, it's just a little bit."

"I'm not a fool."

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

This woman was saying that he was a fake.

The cold icy wind blew randomly on his face, and Jiang Si's expression was hurt and his heart was in pain.

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

As expected of her.

The atmosphere here was like going to a grave. The storyteller on the other side stopped writing on the spot. When he looked at the manuscript on the table, he was filled with fear and horror.

What he heard today was far beyond his imagination. He was almost unable to write.

Unexpectedly, when he was in a trance, he 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 is no hope."

Because he had his back to them, he could not see Zheng Weiqi pointing at her head while she was talking.

She was complaining that idiocy was contagious.

However, the storyteller was completely confused.

What was wrong with Young City Lord Jiang Si? Why was he affected by Taoist He Zhizhou? And her last sentence, contagious... what disease?

Oh my God, what did he hear? ! His

heart and body were trembling. With his last bit of courage, the storyteller lowered his head and took a look at everything he had written on the paper.

[Xue Xiao is dying.

After experiencing the imprisonment of Zhenxiao Sword Master, the love-sucking of Master Ji, and the forced extraction of her heart blood by Jiang Si, she was beaten by Zheng Weiqi until her seven orifices were bleeding and her body was broken.

Zheng Weiqi loves Zhenxiao, Xuexiao, Jiang Si, Ningning, Lin Xun, Xuexiao, He Zhizhou, Ningning, Pei Ji.

The super-sized young city lord is great, but there is something wrong there. He and He Zhizhou both contracted sexually transmitted diseases and there is no hope for them.

Good guy, sad octagonal twisted love.

As for the last part, he thought it was horrible and perverted.

His sight slid down and down again, finally arriving at the relationship table of the Xuanxu Sword Sect that was hit by countless arrows.

The storyteller was pale and waved his brush lightly.

He drew a small heart 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 transmission rang in her ears.

He held the sword calmly on the surface, but his tone was slightly harsh and hesitant, 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 discussed?"