The world is shocked 80. The secret in the mountain

After more than an hour, the rain finally stopped. In southern Xinjiang, rain comes quickly and clears up quickly. Not long after the rain stopped, the warm sunshine filled the earth. The land that had just been washed by the rain exuded a fresh smell of soil. If it weren't for the seemingly pervasive

The fragrance of the food was even more wonderful. As soon as the rain stopped, An San came out. He glanced at the three people in the hall, two of whom were sitting and one was standing. He didn't show any surprise at the extra person. Ye Li pointed to the dry food on the table and said, "Fill your stomach first. I guess you'll be hungry soon."

The master will not come to bring us breakfast today."

An San nodded, sat down and slowly filled his stomach under the gaze of the three people. The sick scholar watched An San chewing slowly with interest, and smiled at Ye Li, "Master Chu has a master like Zhuo Huwei to protect him, no wonder he dared to come to Southern Xinjiang alone. Brother Zhuo

Did you just wake up? Did you not sleep last night? "An San looked up at him and said calmly, "The young master only has me with him, so we have to be careful." The sick scholar's eyes darkened. It was not easy to have a guard like this. From what Zhuo Jing meant

Chu Junwei usually has quite a few people around him, but now he is the only one guarding him, which is special. So... Chu Junwei's identity is probably not ordinary. He glanced at Han Mingxi beside him. It is not an ordinary person to be on good terms with the younger brother of the owner of Tianyi Pavilion.

Ordinary people.

Noticing the inquiring gaze of the sick scholar, Han Mingxi smiled at him harmlessly. Don't ask him, he doesn't know Jun Wei's identity either.

The four of them packed up and left the small building. The sun was shining brightly outside and the fragrance of flowers in the air became stronger and stronger. However, the antidote provided by the sick scholar had no effect on the four of them. Back in the small building next door, Mr. Liang, the housekeeper, and Zheng Kui

The guards were gone. Han Mingxi looked at the sick scholar with a gloating look and said, "It seems that they have been gone for at least an hour. How are you going to find them now?" As long as there is someone familiar with the terrain to lead the way, an hour is enough to escape to a far place even in rainy days.

The sick scholar smiled coldly and said calmly, "As long as they are still in Southern Xinjiang, they will not escape from my grasp. Besides... why do you think they are waiting for us here? The place they are going to is definitely no more than twenty miles away from here."

The sick scholar leisurely took out a small box from his arms and opened it. A small green moth flew out from it. The moth flapped its wings twice, landed on a small porcelain bottle in the sick scholar's hand for a while, and then flew up again, heading deep into the village.

Fly away, "Let's go." Satisfiedly taking back the small medicine bottle on his body, the sick scholar said indifferently to the three people.

The three followed the little moth and found that the whole village was empty. It was too dark last night and no one noticed. Except for the two small buildings where they lived, the other houses in the village were very simple. It didn't look like a village where ordinary people gathered.

It seemed like a temporary stronghold. The moth walked all the way into the mountains. The poisonous snakes and insects on the road were killed and injured by the overbearing poison of the sick scholar. No one deliberately drove them away. These snakes and insects also knew how to avoid harm and seek benefits, and did not come to besiege them in groups.

After walking for more than half an hour, the moth stopped at the edge of a cliff and lingered around the sick scholar, circling around him and refusing to move forward.

"Could it be that the young master's little moth has taken the wrong path?" Han Mingxi said with a laugh.

The sick scholar glanced at him calmly, put the little moth back into the box, and said to Han Mingxi, "Go down."

"Go down?" Han Mingxi was startled, but he quickly reacted with an incredible look on his face: "You said let me go down?! Do you know where this is? This is southern Xinjiang. Who knows how deep it is down there? Who knows what kind of poisonous snakes or monsters are in there? You let me go down.

? ! "The sick scholar said: "You are the best at Qinggong, otherwise, let Master Chu go first?" Han Mingxi looked at the sick scholar with a sullen face, groping at the fingers of his left hand seemingly carelessly, and then glanced at Ye Li and An San standing beside him. Although they had known each other for a short time, Han Mingxi still

I know Jun Wei's Qinggong is not that good. If something happens, I'm afraid I won't even have time to escape. He snorted unhappily, "Go down if you want, you wait for me!" Once you leave Southern Xinjiang, I will kill you!

Han Mingxi tapped his feet lightly, and the whole person flew away like a huge dark red butterfly and fell off the cliff. The sick scholar praised softly: "Second Master Han's Qinggong is indeed much better than Master Mingyue's." But that's just his Qinggong. Compared with the scheming

The sick scholar didn't take Han Mingxi seriously, as the ever-changing Master Mingyue had a mind. As long as he promised not to kill Han Mingxi and make it difficult for the owner of the pavilion to explain himself, it would be fine.

"Zhuo Jing." Ye Li stood on the edge of the cliff with a frown on her face, looking down. She could only see the rolling white clouds and no view of the scenery below. This cliff was probably more than twice as deep as the one under the Black Cloud Peak. It was impossible to get down to the bottom of the cliff directly with Qinggong. An San stepped forward and stretched out his hand.

On the cliff, a silver thread tied with something was rapidly moving down the cliff. After a while, An San slowly took back the thread and wrapped it around his palm. He turned around and said to Ye Li, "Master, it's at least a hundred feet to the bottom of the cliff, and... the cliff wall is very smooth." Ye Li

He pondered. One hundred feet is nearly three hundred meters. Such a high cliff is still smooth, and there are not many plants. It is obviously impossible for it to grow naturally. It seems that the moth of the sick scholar has indeed brought it to the right place.

The sick scholar looked at An San's actions with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a figure came out from under the cliff and fell to the ground. Before he had time to catch his breath, Han Mingxi started to scold him, "Sick scholar! You wait for me. I want to

You are the one who killed me here. I promise that Tianyi Pavilion will hunt you down until you die!" The sick scholar's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't take Han Mingqing's threat seriously at all. He asked in a cold voice, "What's next?"

Han Mingxi sneered, "What? Bullshit. Even if there is something, can you get down with your crappy Kung Fu and your broken body? Don't expect me to take you down, unless you want to be smashed to pieces with me!" Looking at the sick scholar's frown, Han Mingxi sneered maliciously.

It seemed that he had indeed encountered danger at the foot of the cliff just now, which made him forget his fear of the sick scholar for a moment. He could only use sarcasm to calm his anger and fear.

"Brother Han." Ye Li called out in a deep voice. There was no benefit in angering the sick scholar at this time.

Han Mingxi was not an impulsive person. After being reminded by Ye Li, he quickly suppressed his anger and said, "There is a sea of ​​flowers under the cliff, but I guess those flowers are poisonous. There are many poisonous snakes in the flowers, and there are also several skeletons in them. I don't know if they fell down accidentally or were thrown down by someone. However, there is a big hole on the ground about seventy feet in the middle of the cliff, which seems to be an entrance. But..." He looked at the sick scholar with a smile and said, "The cliff has been deliberately treated by someone, and there is basically nothing to leverage. I was not joking just now. With my lightness skills, it is impossible for me to carry a person down without falling to the bottom of the cliff full of poisonous snakes and poisonous creatures. And you three... With your lightness skills, it is just wishful thinking to want to go down alone." Han Mingxi was still very proud of his lightness skills.

"No wonder there is not even a guard along the way. Are they sure we can't find the way?" The sick scholar pondered. If the person who just went down was not Han Mingxi, who was an excellent Qinggong, I'm afraid any of them would be dead. "There must be another way. I don't believe that all those people are Qinggong masters." Han Mingxi said proudly: "Of course, do you think it is easy to practice peerless Qinggong? But... even if there is another way, can you find it now?" None of them is a master of the machine, not to mention that this is the southern Xinjiang that they are completely unfamiliar with. More importantly, those people in the southern Xinjiang are not fools. Can they just sit there and wait for them to find the way in?

"You..." The sick scholar frowned and looked at Han Mingxi. Han Mingxi quickly hid behind Zhuo Jing, not even bothering to stick his head out. "Don't look for me. Even if I can get in, it won't work. I'm really not good at martial arts. I guess even if there is really an entrance inside, I probably can't use Qinggong. If I go in alone, I can only make a scare."

"What on earth is so important inside?" Ye Li asked with a frown.

"Do you have any idea?" The sick scholar looked at her with frown.

Ye Li did not answer, but repeated her question, "What exactly are you looking for, young master?"

The sick scholar snorted coldly. There were three people over there, and it was unrealistic for him to catch Chu Junwei alone. After a long while, he said in a deep voice: "It is a strange poison."

Hearing this, the interest of the other people immediately dropped by half. Han Mingxi asked curiously, "Young Master is famous for his poison skills. What other poison in the world can make you so excited that you would risk your life?" The sick scholar smiled coldly, his eyes flashing with a sinister light, and said, "A kind of... poison that can make people want to live but not live, and want to die but not die." Ye Li was interested in what kind of poison could make people want to live but not die. There are many ways to make people suffer in this world, and there is no need to take risks to find some strange poison. As for wanting to live but not die, if a person really wants to die, there are so many ways to do it, how can he not die? Not dying is just because there is hope and concern in life. However, the sinister look in the sick scholar's eyes made Ye Li's heart jump, and a vague idea came to her mind.

"Young Master is already a master of poisons, so why bother taking the risk to look for some strange poison?" Ye Li said calmly.

The sick scholar laughed briefly, his laughter was full of resentment and malice, and then he coughed violently, "Yes, I have a lot of good things, but that's not enough... The most painful poison in the world is in southern Xinjiang. Haha..."

Ye Li looked at him with eyes wide open, raised her voice slightly with a little curiosity, and said: "I heard that the most painful poison in the world is the Intestine-Destroying and Bone-Rotting Pill. The poisoned person will have his liver and intestines torn apart, his bones shattered, and wail for 49 days before dying. Is there a more terrible poison than it?" The sick scholar smiled with a little complacency, "Yes, the Intestine-Destroying and Bone-Rotting Pill is indeed poisonous enough, but it needs to be taken orally, and it has a very strong medicinal smell. Even if it is covered with other smells, it cannot fool people who are proficient in medicine or have a keen sense of smell. But this is different. The poison made with it is truly colorless and tasteless. Just one drop can make a person fall into hell and never be reborn!"

"Youluo Minghua?" Han Mingxi asked curiously.

The sick scholar snorted disdainfully and said, "Do you think that the only flower in Southern Xinjiang is the Netherworld Flower? Compared to the Netherworld Flower hidden in the Holy Land of Southern Xinjiang, this is the real treasure - the Blue Sky Flower."

"Bi Luo Hua?" Han Mingxi looked bewildered. "The name sounds elegant, but I've never heard of it." The sick scholar snorted disdainfully. Ye Li frowned and said indifferently, "The sky is high and the underworld is dark." The sick scholar smiled and said, "Yes, the name of this poison is Bi Luo Huang Quan."

"It doesn't sound like anything special." Han Mingzhi said. Compared to the name of broken intestines and rotten bones, this name is simply poetic.

The sick scholar smiled and said, "It's really nothing. Once the poison touches the human body, it will immediately blend into the blood vessels throughout the body. Unless you drain all the blood from your body, this poison can never be cured. Because even if there is a way to replace the blood, as long as there is a little bit of blood with this poison, it will spread and grow in the fresh blood at the fastest speed." Han Mingxi was puzzled, "Why is it called the Blue Spring?"

"Hehe... one is in heaven, the other is on earth. A person who has been poisoned by this will remain intact on the outside, but his internal organs will rot little by little. The more toxins accumulate inside, the more beautiful his appearance will become. But... he cannot touch any people or animals anymore."

"Is it contagious?" Ye Li lowered his eyes and said in a deep voice.

"No, how can it be contagious?" The sick scholar laughed, "Playing with a poison that can't be controlled and spreads will cause big trouble. The reason why he can't touch anyone is because any warm living thing will make him feel excruciating pain and speed up the decay of his internal organs. So he can only hide alone in an isolated place and let himself stink and rot. Ah... his limbs will first become stiff and paralyzed, and maybe he will starve to death before he rots."

The three people present all felt a chill when they heard it, especially when coupled with the sick scholar's sinister voice. Even though the sun was shining brightly, it made people feel creepy and chilled to the bone.

"That's impossible. If it's just a poison, it wouldn't be taken so seriously." Ye Li pointed out calmly. No matter how precious the poison is, it's just a poison. Except in the hands of someone like the Sick Scholar, it's probably not as good as the detoxification pill that can cure all poisons in an instant. The Sick Scholar said in a deep voice: "Yes, it is said that if the Azure Flower is combined with another medicine, it can turn the dead back to life. Now the so-called detoxification pill that can cure all poisons can actually only cure some common toxins. But the detoxification pill made with the Azure Flower can cure any poison or injury overnight as long as the person is still alive. It can also prolong life. You say... Is there anyone who wants to snatch such a treasure? If the Liang family made it into a pill, no one would think it expensive even if it cost ten thousand gold coins."

Ye Li hid the light in her eyes and nodded calmly, "So that's how it is. It is indeed a treasure. Are you looking for it to cure your illness?"

The sick scholar sneered: "Curing diseases and making poisons are both the same."

"Then... I think giving you a pill at that time should be a reasonable reward." Ye Li asked.

The sick scholar stared at her coldly, "Reward?"

"Don't you ever pay people for help? Since you said it can cure diseases and make poisons, I can assume that the blue sky flower is not too rare. I am not good at pharmacology, so it is useless to have the blue sky flower. So, a pill that can detoxify and prolong life should not be too much." The sick scholar's eyes changed, and after a long while he said in a deep voice: "I promise you."

"very good."

"I can do it myself." The sick scholar retorted. He couldn't accept the fact that he would feel like a weakling if he was taken down.

Zhuo Jing glanced at him and said, "If you are not afraid of falling to death, you can try it yourself."

"You!" The sick scholar's face darkened, but he saw Ye Li waved at him and took the rope and walked to the place designated by Han Mingxi. She skillfully fixed the iron hook somewhere and then threw the rope down. Ye Li grabbed the rope and slowly slid down the cliff. Han Mingxi stuck his head out to look and could still see her holding the rope and going down the cliff little by little. It seemed slow, but her movements were strangely skillful and fast. After a while, she disappeared in the mist.

After a long while, the rope that was originally swaying gently became more delicate. Then it swayed more violently and the iron hook fixed on the stone gradually broke away. "Ah..." Han Mingxi wanted to grab it anxiously, and An San said in a deep voice: "It's okay, the young master has arrived." Sure enough, after the iron hook was loosened, the rope at the bottom quickly slid down the cliff as if someone had pulled it down. An San on the side had already begun to prepare according to Ye Li's method just now. The sick scholar did not argue any more, and waited for An San to go down, and directly performed Qinggong to land beside An San and grabbed him tightly, and the two began to move downwards. This time it was obviously much slower than Ye Li.

Han Mingxi was left alone on the edge of the cliff, curiously looking at the hooks and thin ropes tightly grasping the boulder, and murmured softly: "Jun Wei is really a strange boy..."

When Ye Li slid down to more than 60 feet, he saw a cave more than one person high not far away. He was glad that he had lengthened the rope when he found that the rope was thin, long, strong and had many advantages. Otherwise, he might not have reached here. He swung gently to the right and landed accurately on the edge of the cave. He stood up and stood steadily. Han Mingqing was not wrong. This was indeed a very deep and bottomless cave, like a passage carved out of a cliff. There was a dark area in front leading to an unknown place. He looked at the footprints on the ground, which were obviously newly left. It seemed that these people were so confident that they didn't even send someone to guard the cave entrance. Ye Li carefully put away the rope, walked forward a few steps and waited carefully. After a while, An San appeared at the entrance of the cave with the sick scholar. The two of them had just stood there and An San hadn't even put away the rope yet, when Han Mingxi gracefully fell down and flew into the cave.

"They did go in from here." Ye Li pointed to the footprints on the ground and the top of the head and said, "Be careful, there should be a mechanism up there. When I came down just now, I looked carefully and there should be some kind of control mechanism on the cliff, so they didn't decide to climb down with Qinggong. It's a pity that we don't have time to look for it slowly." The sick scholar's face was not very good. When he came down just now, he was led by An San, and although it didn't take much effort, it was not easy, "Let's go. Don't worry about the mechanism for now."

Ye Li frowned and asked, "Can you hold back your cough?"

He nodded stiffly, took out a bottle of medicine from his arms and poured it all into his mouth. His face became even uglier. "Don't worry, I won't cough anymore."

Ye Li nodded, and An San took the lead, followed by the sick scholar, and Ye Li and Han Mingxi followed behind.

After walking a distance inside, the tunnel became gloomy and dark. But it looked dry. After the light completely disappeared, the sick scholar took out a fire starter and lit it. Ye Li frowned. It was not a good idea to light a fire in the thin air tunnel, but there was nothing else to do now. Han Mingxi followed behind, and looked at An San and Ye Li walking with their backs to each other on both sides. He raised his eyebrows and laughed softly, "Jun Wei, are you too nervous?" Ye Li rolled his eyes at him, "Compared with Mr. Han who has excellent Qinggong, how can I not be nervous?"

The sick scholar looked back at the three people, holding up the fire starter and continued to walk forward. This tunnel built in the mountain was obviously not built for the purpose of setting up confusion, so they did not encounter any forks along the way, inside the maze. And the terrain kept going down, and when Ye Li estimated that they were almost at the foot of the mountain, he finally heard the movement in front. The sick scholar raised his hand to extinguish the fire starter, stood at the corner and looked out, and sure enough, he saw two men wearing southern Xinjiang costumes standing not far away. Behind the two men was a door, and the noise came from inside.

The two guards obviously didn't think anyone would come from this direction, and they were talking and laughing together. But the straight corridor in front was at least a hundred meters long and quite narrow. It was impossible for any of them to quietly pass the two gatekeepers at this distance. And if these two people made any movement, it would definitely alarm the people inside.

The sick scholar silently took out a delicate box from his pocket and pointed it forward. With two whooshing sounds, the two southern Xinjiang men froze. The four of them quickly dived over, with the sick scholar leading the way into the door. Ye Li paused as she passed the door, and looked sideways to see a streak of black blood flowing from the lips of the two men who were still standing, clearly dead. Her eyes darkened, and Ye Li followed them into the door.

The doorway was completely different from the darkness and coldness of the passage outside. It was hot and bright inside. Not far away, people were coming and going, and the security had become much stricter. However, the four of them were all masters above the standard, so it was not difficult to avoid these guards.

Crouching behind a barrier formed by a large stone, Han Mingxi looked outside with some curiosity. There was a lot of noise outside, and the sound of iron hammering. "What are they doing?" The sick scholar said calmly, "They are making weapons." Pointing to the distance, there were already many finished weapons. An San looked at it and made a gesture to Ye Li, who nodded in understanding. The weapons made by those people were not the weapons that people in the martial arts world or ordinary martial arts lovers liked, but the conventional weapons used on the battlefield. So many people produced them in large quantities, and it was obvious that they were making weapons for a certain army.

"This is none of our business. Let's go." The sick scholar had no interest in what weapons these people were making. The only thing that interested him now was the Bi Luo Hua.

"Do you know where the man surnamed Liang is?" Han asked clearly.

The sick scholar sneered, "He can't run away." Han Mingxi nodded and said, "I remember now, did you poison him? Where is your little moth?" The sick scholar glanced at him coldly, stood up and walked to the other side. Han Mingxi shrugged and smiled at Ye Li and followed. An San whispered, "Sir, these weapons are made for a certain army of Da Chu." Ye Li raised his eyebrows, "How do you know?" An San pointed to a row of knives placed not far away and said, "People in Southern Xinjiang are used to using short knives, and people in Xiling have thicker blades. And there are Beirong. Beirong cavalry is the strongest, and they prefer long weapons, or broadswords. This style of knife is what our Da Chu soldiers are used to using."

Ye Li nodded, stood up and followed Han Mingxi and the sick scholar.

The sick scholar's guess was correct. This was indeed a fairly large underground weapons forging site. Two large caves were filled with people busy casting weapons. Most of the casters were from the Central Plains, and some were from southern Xinjiang. The two followed the sick scholar to avoid these people, and went down from the cave where weapons were forged into another cave. Compared to the rough caves in front, the one in front of them was more like a deliberately decorated underground palace. The ground was paved with exquisitely carved marble and comfortable and beautiful carpets. "Are those people dead?!" As the four approached, a sharp voice came from inside. Ye Li frowned. It was the voice of the wealthy businessman, Mr. Liang. His voice now did not sound smug and contemptuous like before, but instead sounded more anxious and murderous.

"Don't worry, they definitely can't escape." The voice of Le Jiang, the leader of the Luoyi tribe, rang out.

"Why don't you send someone to kill them directly!" Mr. Liang said dissatisfiedly, "That sickly scholar is very scary. If he is not killed early, there will be trouble in the future. If he hadn't followed me all the way, I would have reached Southern Xinjiang long ago. But I can't get rid of him no matter what! And that guy surnamed Han obviously knows that sickly guy. We must not let them live. No matter what the cost!"

"No matter what the price is?" Le Jiang sneered and said sarcastically, "Who will pay the price? Do you think I don't know that those people are not simple? Even the snakes can't do anything to them. Every man in my Luoyi tribe is invaluable. How many people will be sacrificed if we go up to fight them? Do you think that the number of people in my Luoyi tribe is as large as yours and that we can't kill them all?"

"Don't forget..." Mr. Liang shouted angrily. Le Jiang said loudly: "Don't worry, I haven't forgotten what I should do. But you'd better not order me to do anything beyond the scope of our agreement." The people inside seemed to be choked, and after a long time they heard Mr. Liang speak: "But...if those people run away, do you think they will let us go? I don't know about the other three, but I think you should have heard of the reputation of that sickly guy. He is the third pavilion master of Xiling Yanwang Pavilion."

"Why did you offend the people from Prince Yan's Pavilion!" Le Jiang was obviously very angry and shouted loudly.

"How should I know?! He showed up for no apparent reason just a few days after I left. I couldn't even chase him away. He's a famous vindictive man. What can I do?"

"So you brought him to Southern Xinjiang!" Le Jiang gritted his teeth for a long time before he snorted, "I know, I'll send someone to deal with them as soon as possible. Don't worry, the way down the mountain has been blocked long ago. Now the mountain is full of poisonous insects and snakes. Even if he is a sick scholar who is good at using poison, I don't believe he can poison a mountain of poisonous snakes and insects!"

"In any case, be careful and make sure to see his body. If you had killed them at the beginning, you wouldn't be in so much trouble now."

Le Jiang sneered, "He follows you closely. Do you think we can kill him first or he kills you first? I'll go tell someone to do something. You stay here first. Don't forget your things. If the master can't get what he wants, you know the consequences!" Mr. Liang's breath was choked, and he quickly said, "I know. I have brought half of the token. Give me the other half."

Le Jiang snorted coldly and said, "This originally belongs to our southern Xinjiang."

When it comes to the question of interests, Mr. Liang is not to be outdone, "The things are in my hands, and only I know how to get them."

"That was entrusted to the Liang family by the former king of Nanzhao for safekeeping. It was not given to you." Le Jiang said in a deep voice.

"Haha, so what? You also know that it belongs to the Nanzhao royal family, not yours?" Mr. Liang laughed, "Isn't it good that I didn't give it to the Nanzhao royal family?"

"Didn't we offer a higher price? And you got nothing except a few words of thanks from the King of Nanzhao." Le Jiang sneered.

Mr. Liang said, "You want treasures, and I want money. We each get what we need, right? So, you'd better give me the other half of the token as soon as possible, and stop playing tricks. This mountain has been almost dug out by you, and you will never find the treasure without me. Also, don't think about killing me to silence me, don't forget that I have..."

Le Jiang was obviously uncomfortable with Master Liang's smug tone, but he could do nothing about it. He could only say coldly, "I know, I'll bring it over in a while. You'd better not play tricks, the master has said that you must see something within half a month at the latest. Otherwise... even if you are the emperor behind you, it will be useless!"

Master Liang's smug laughter choked, and after a while he finally said, "I know, don't worry. I know the relationship between the prince and your master, and I am not someone who doesn't know the limits. Just give me the token, and I promise to deliver it to you when we arrive in the capital of Nanzhao."

"That's the best!" Le Jiang said. The footsteps gradually faded away, and the room finally became quiet. Only Mr. Liang's heavy breathing could be heard.

What to do? The four of them stood in a secret corner, and Han Mingxi signaled the sick scholar with his eyes. The sick scholar lowered his eyes, and a sinister smile flashed across his already gloomy face. Han Mingxi shook his body and looked at Mr. Liang who was walking around anxiously inside with a pitiful look. I wonder what this old man will be tortured into?