Chapter 72 Should be called Eagle Duidui
However, the next second, Tang Qianji was slapped in the face.
When he took out the detoxification pill developed by the Tang Sect and swallowed it, the toxicity of the Hua Gong Powder did not weaken at all, but instead made it work faster.
His legs suddenly went weak and he fell straight to his knees.
"Thousand Machines!"
Tang Shouyi hurried to support Tang Qianji, raised his head and asked Tan Taiyin, "If we return the Nine Yang Absolute Meridians to you, will you give us the antidote?"
"Of course, I only want the Nine Yang Absolute Meridians. I have no intention of going against the Tang Sect."
"Okay, I hope you'll keep your word then."
Tan Tai Yin just nodded without answering, then waved his hand to signal them to leave.
Tang Shouyi helped Tang Qianji walk out of the conference hall. Although Tang Qianji was limp all over, he still remembered the little family affection.
He asked, "Father, do we really want to send our eldest brother back?"
He had sent Tang Xiaoyun into the Demonic Sect in order to steal the Blood Demonic Art. Now that he had finally escaped from the Demonic Sect, he was sending him back. He always felt that he was a bit cruel.
Tang Shouyi looked forward, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes, but this pity was quickly replaced by ambition.
The words he said were chilling: "You should be clear about which is more important, sacrificing Tang Xiaoyun or sacrificing the Tang Sect. For the sake of the Tang Sect's foundation, this is the only way."
Tang Qianji sighed in his heart: Brother, I'm sorry.
Elsewhere, the disciple brought Mu Qianheng and the others to a courtyard on Luoxia Peak. He pushed open the bamboo fence and said, "From now on, this will be your residence. Every day at midnight, I will take you to the main hall to transfer your essence and blood."
He paused, then clapped his hands, and then two people walked out of the house, one fat and one thin.
"They will be responsible for your meals from now on. If you need anything else, just let me know."
After saying this, he turned around and left without staying for long.
Mu Qianheng and the others looked at each other and then looked at the two chefs, one fat and one thin.
The fat cook, with a big belly, saw Mu Qianheng looking over and hurriedly nodded and said, "Master Mu, today's meal is ready. Would you like to eat some?"
As he said that, the skinny cook pushed open the door of the living room, and they saw an eight-immortal table filled with delicious dishes.
There was only fish and meat, not a single vegetable.
Mu Qianheng and his companions had no appetite at all. Their heads were hanging on their belts and could fall off at any time.
"Let's retreat, we have no appetite." Yue Tianxiao said.
However, the cook did not move. He said with an embarrassed look on his face, "Eat a little. If you lose weight, the young leader will kill us."
"Yes, we are just ordinary outer disciples. We were brought here just because we can cook. If you don't eat, we will die." The fat chef said aggrievedly.
Hearing this, Mu Qianheng looked at the two cooks, sighed heavily, and said, "As fellow wanderers, I understand your difficulties. Well, you can go down first. We will eat later."
When the fat and thin cook heard this, he no longer looked aggrieved as before. A happy expression appeared on his face and he said, "Okay, call us if you need anything."
The two of them left quickly, and Mu Qianheng and others walked into the house. They looked at the table full of food, but they had no desire to eat.
Lu Qingya pounded his fist on the table and cursed angrily, "Damn it! Are we really just going to sit there and wait for death?"
Juechenzi, the elder of the Sacred Heart Sect, shook his head helplessly and said with a melancholy tone, "Now that we are all under the influence of the Huagong Powder, even if we join forces, we are no match for him. What else can we do but sit and wait for death?"
Hearing this, Yue Tianxiao looked at Mu Qianheng and asked, "Master Mu, do you have any ideas?"
Mu Qianheng looked into the distance and shook his head, saying, "I'm not much better than you guys. Now I can only place my hopes on Chuan'er."
In the dark and damp dungeon of Quanzhen Sect, a man covered in blood, with not a single piece of healthy skin on his body, was tied to an iron pillar with iron chains.
His head was drooped and his face could not be seen clearly. In front of him stood a Quanzhen disciple holding a whip.
The disciple brandished his whip and said in a cold tone, "Tell me, where did the demon hide the Blood Demon Technique?"
Seeing that he still had his head down and said nothing, the disciple became furious and swung the whip to hit him again.
"stop!"
The disciple was stunned and looked back, only to see Mu Chuan appear in the dungeon.
The disciple quickly bowed respectfully and said, "Senior Brother Mu, why are you here?"
Mu Chuan didn't answer him, but pointed at the bloody man and asked, "Did you beat all these?"
The disciple was stunned and quickly took credit for it, saying, "Indeed, this demon is a tough nut to crack. Even after being beaten like this, he still refuses to reveal where the Blood Demonic Art is hidden."
Mu Chuan clenched his fists, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said to the disciple, "Put him down."
The disciple was stunned and subconsciously asked, "Why?"
"Just let go when I tell you to. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Seeing that Mu Chuan was angry, the disciple didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly put down the whip and walked over to put the man down.
Mu Chuan then walked over, took out a pill from his arms and fed it to him.
Not long after, the man opened his eyes, but his eyes were still cold and ruthless. He stared at Mu Chuan as if he was looking at a stranger.
"Mountain Eagle, I will let you go today. Go find your master..."
"Pooh!"
Shanying spat a mouthful of blood on Mu Chuan's face and sneered, "You want to use me to find the leader? Dream on!"
Seeing Shanying's erratic behavior, the disciple was so angry that he grabbed the whip and was about to hit him hard: "You are looking for death...!"
"stop!"
Mu Chuan stopped it in time. The disciple didn't understand why. The mountain eagle was spitting at him, but he was still able to protect him.
"You go out first. I have something to say to Shanying."
"But he..."
"Get out, and don't make me say it again."
Mu Chuan's face turned cold. The disciple didn't dare to say anything more. He put down the whip and walked out.
After the disciple walked away, Mu Chuan looked at Shan Ying sincerely and said, "It was our leader's intention to let you go..."
He paused, glanced at the countless whip marks on Shanying's body with a complicated expression, and said with guilt: "If you are angry, you can fight back." As he said that, Mu Chuan handed over the whip.
But Shanying ignored him completely. He sent people to torture and whip him every day for the past half month. How could he suddenly change his nature? There must be something fishy going on.
His eyes were as sharp as a knife, staring at Mu Chuan coldly, and the corners of his mouth were tightened into a thin line, as if silently mocking the other party's hypocrisy.
He lowered his eyebrows slightly and half-closed his eyelids, hiding the anger surging in his pupils, but could not hide the biting coldness.
He said in a cold tone, "If you let me go, aren't you afraid that I will come back one day and kill you all?"
The whip that Mu Chuan handed over was hanging in the air. Hearing this, Mu Chuan laughed at himself, a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes: "Even without your help, the Quanzhen Sect is probably on the verge of extinction."
Shanying was stunned. What did he mean by this?
Seeing the mountain eagle looking over, Mu Chuan put down the whip and muttered, "To be honest, I just came back from the Heavenly Demon Sect..."
Mu Chuan told Shan Ying everything that happened in the Demonic Sect.
When Shanying heard that Tan Tai Yin replaced Tan Tai Lie to sit on the throne of the leader and was going to resurrect the Blood Immortal, he was shocked beyond words.
"Are you telling the truth?"
Unlike his previous indifferent attitude, Shanying frowned and stared at Mu Chuan with an earnest look, as if he hoped that everything Mu Chuan had just said was an auditory hallucination.
However……
"Several leaders and elders are trapped in the Demonic Cult right now. Can I still joke about such a thing?" Mu Chuan asked back.
Shanying staggered back two steps. If it was true as Mu Chuan said, that the Tianmo Cult was now controlled by Tan Tai Yin, then he would be dead if he went back.
Mu Chuan seemed to see Shanying's worry, and hurriedly said, "What you can do now is to find Tan Tai Lie as soon as possible. Perhaps only he can intervene and prevent the tragedy from happening."
Hearing this, Shanying sneered, glaring at Mu Chuan with his eyes slanted, and said sarcastically, "You self-proclaimed noble and upright people are really ridiculous. Before, you were shouting for our leader to be killed, but now you want him to save you. If we talk about shamelessness, you dare to claim first place, and no one dares to claim second place."
Listening to Shanying's sour words, Mu Chuan lowered his head in shame and did not refute, because what he said was right.
He took off the bag from his back and handed it to Shanying, saying, "There are medicines for external injuries inside, as well as some silver. This is our apology to you."
Shanying snorted coldly, but this time he didn't refuse. However, his words were still mocking: "Your Quanzhen sect's apology is really cheap."
Mu Chuan: ...
This guy shouldn't be called Mountain Eagle, he should be called Eagle Duidui, his mouth is too poisonous.
"Then, I'll take you down the mountain..."
"No, I dare not trouble you to take me, a prisoner, down the mountain."
After saying that, the mountain eagle didn't stay for long and went straight down the mountain.
He did not go to the Demonic Sect. The situation within the Sect had probably changed, and going back would be tantamount to committing suicide.
The most urgent task now is to find the leader as soon as possible.
He searched along the route that Tang Xiaoyun had taken when he escaped with Tan Tai Lie on his back. When he was tired, he ate wild fruits and when he was thirsty, he drank water. He searched for several days in a row.
Seven days later, in a small village on the northern border, a path paved with bluestone slabs meandered into the village, and the roofs of the low houses scattered in an orderly manner were covered with a layer of warm light from the setting sun.
It was early autumn at this time, and yellow leaves were blown down by the breeze, swirling in the air and slowly falling overhead.
Tang Xiaoyun was wearing a gray and white dress and was walking home happily.
When passing by the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, two women were chatting under the tree. One of the women with a cloth tied on her head saw Tang Xiaoyun holding a pot of wine and a bag of Chinese medicine in his hands, and greeted him happily.
"Erlang, you got off work so early today. Did you go to town to get medicine for your Dalang again?"
Hearing the question, Tang Xiaoyun stopped and turned his head slightly to look at the woman who was speaking, smiling and narrowing his eyes: "It's Aunt Song. There's not much work to do today, so I'll be back soon after I finish it."
Hearing this, Aunt Song's eyes flashed with pity, and she asked carefully: "Your Dalang takes medicine every day, but his health is not getting better. If you have any difficulties, tell me, and I will definitely help if I can."
"Oh, thank you, Auntie. I'll go back and make some medicine for my Dalang."
"Okay, go ahead."
After saying goodbye to Mrs. Song, Tang Xiaoyun hurried home.
The woman who was chatting with Mrs. Song nudged her with her elbow and asked quietly, "Hey, do you know this person?"
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