Chapter 42 Battle of Wits
The aura of the Recovery Pearl.
His bead was on the body of the sword cultivator who was wearing the Taoist robe of the Qingji Sect.
A sword cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Stage, Qingji Sect, and ten disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage.
However, he was severely injured by the Minghua Valley's secret department - Anhua and the elders of Qingyu Altar who disliked him. Although he could still walk freely, it was difficult for him to circulate his Qi.
In order to refine elixirs to dredge the meridians, one must have the Restoration Pearl.
What he needed was in the hands of the famous and upright people who were hostile to him. At the same time, the pursuers behind may catch up at any time. Gui Ruoxue was seriously injured, but she was not in a hurry. She used only a small brush to carefully depict the mask.
At dawn, he used powder to wake the girl up, pretended to be an old woman, talked to her a few words, and then left the hut.
"Grandma, take care!" said the girl.
The old woman walked on the road with drooping eyelids until she reached a secluded mountain. The time was just right, he took out the materials from his sleeve and started to refine the medicine.
The powder took shape in the crucible, with strange colors, swirling like a rainbow. When the time was right, Gui Ruoxue lowered her hand and opened the soul box on the ring.
There is a dark soul surging in the soul box. Re-emerge into the light of day, whispering viciously.
"The tiger is trapped in plain sight, and was caught by a villain like you." The dark soul said, sniffed, and frowned, "You look funny... The injury is even more serious? Haha! You deserve it."
If other people in the martial arts world saw the soul in Gui Ruoxue's ring, they would be shocked - the person imprisoned in the ring was actually Shi Ruzhuo, a notorious demon cultivator in the Lianxu period in the six realms!
Shi Ruzhuo was once a member of Yinbing Pavilion, a young genius who stabbed the old Pavilion Master to death and then defected to the Demon Realm. He committed many evil deeds but has not been seen for decades. It is widely rumored in the martial arts world that he died from a thunderbolt when he was about to reach the fusion stage. The thunder in the sky that day and the bloodstains left on the boulder were the evidence of Shi Ruzhuo's death.
But no one expected that Shi Ruzhuo did not die because of the thunderbolt - instead, he was ambushed and captured by Gui Ruoxue, who was one realm lower than him. The elegant Mr. Gui, who came from a noble and upright family in the past, did not completely destroy him, but trapped him in the soul box in the ring.
——Medicinal materials for making medicine.
Even Ning Mingmei would probably twitch his eyebrows if he saw this scene.
After all, this brother Shi Ruzhuo, in the original novel, is the "grandfather" in the ring of the male protagonist Lian Chengyue in the early stage.
He is both an enemy and a friend, assisting the male protagonist and seizing his cultivation, bent on revenge against the famous and upright sects.
Especially Xiang Minghuagu.
It's just that the male protagonist should have picked up this ring five years later in the village where Gui Ruoxue was testing medicine. Now that Ning Mingmei has changed the world line of the butterfly, it actually appeared in the story earlier.
Gui Ruoxue was in a leisurely manner. She used a special hairpin to hook out a strand of black soul thread from inside: "Shi Ruzhuo. You have committed many evil deeds. It is your blessing that I can use you to make medicine after your death."
The demon cultivator's soul was gloomy. In the midst of the severe pain, he actually laughed out loud: "Gui Ruoxue, you'd better not give me a chance to escape. I will crush you to death bit by bit in my hands."
Gui Ruoxue said: "Really? I'll wait and see. Unfortunately, this day will never come."
The soul continued to laugh: "That's right. A Qingji Sect sword cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage is there, and you still want to get your things? Dream on!"
Gui Ruoxue raised the corners of her dark lips and said calmly, "I don't have to go over there. He will beg to return the healing beads to me himself."
With the addition of soul threads, the colorful colors turned into transparent ones. Colorless and tasteless, the seven emotions are gone.
Seven emotions dispersed. The drug is effective for seven days, and can cure joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire. It has no effect on mortals, but directly affects the souls of cultivators. On the last day, if the antidote is not obtained, the poisoned person will die from extreme desire.
Gui Ruoxue squinted at the sunlight, looking at the Seven Emotions Powder in the small bottle and the antidote in another small bottle that was being prepared at the same time.
——The food is ready, where can I put the poison?
At this moment, he heard the soul in the box suddenly laugh twice.
Gui Ruoxue doesn't care. Ever since he was ambushed and captured by him to be used as a medicinal material, Shi Ruzhuo's temper has become very volatile, and he has been saying foul things, always saying he wants to kill him or fuck him.
The once talented talisman practitioner of Yinbing Pavilion was only able to maintain such demeanor after falling into poverty.
He pushed gently with his fingers and locked the soul back into the soul box. The soul said: "Gui Ruoxue, I will wait for the day when you fall into my hands."
Gui Ruoxue naturally had no reaction. The winner should have some magnanimity.
After a while, the old woman hobbled away from the back mountain. As she walked on the road, she thought of the little girl in that family and frowned.
This disguised identity is quite coincidental. After leaving Gao's house last night, he was thinking about finding a disguise identity, and he happened to see the old woman who was peeping at him at the foot of the mountain.
The old woman was probably curious, and when she saw him turning around, she was so scared that she stepped back, slipped, and fell to her death.
This person meets his disguise requirements, which is a pleasant surprise. Gui Ruoxue searched her soul and read her memory. After dealing with her body, she made a human skin mask and came to the old woman's house.
The old woman had only a girl at home who had been adopted for less than a month. The two of them were not familiar with each other, which was exactly what Gui Ruoxue wanted.
How do mortals treat their families?
Thinking of this, she took out some change from her bag, bought a few meat buns from the stall and left.
The shop owner said, "Thank you, Granny. You can't finish all the food you bought."
She said hoarsely, "It's for the wild girl."
As she spoke, she glanced at the red bean paste bun next to her and frowned.
“Let me have this, too,” she said.
Little girl, do you like sweet things?
After she left, the shop owner whispered, "Oh, this old lady Lao is so kind that she is willing to buy meat for that wild girl?"
Back at the cabin, the girl was still working outside. Gui Ruoxue put the buns on the table and invited her in.
"I have something to do outside. This will be your meal for today," he said.
He turned and left, ready to disguise himself and do something else. Therefore, he didn't notice the girl behind him looking flattered and somewhat puzzled.
…
After Gui Ruoxue left the back mountain, a small figure in a linen robe stood out from the crevice of the rocks.
He looked like a child, with his hair tied up and a book in his hand. He looked like a cold and elegant little scholar.
"Qingji Sect, the great sect in the immortal world? Sword cultivators, medicine cultivators, immortal cultivators..."
His voice sounded childish, but his eyes were extremely deep and dark, and beneath the dark holes was a light of extreme fanaticism - in that light, in addition to a hint of fear, there was also a hint of ecstasy.
He was surprised, frightened, and delighted to discover that the extraordinary world in which his talents could ride the wind and waves did exist and that great events were approaching him.
After all, he is still a naive, proud and extraordinary child.
Crows are flying among the woods. The little boy lowered his head and thought for a moment. His childish voice spoke calmly, which even an adult could hardly match: "Power is the power gained by taking advantage of the situation... Is it a crisis? Or an opportunity?"
This is what he saw in a book a few days ago.
The little boy thought for a while, and after a while, he turned around and walked towards the ruined temple.
"In a few days, it will be time to go to Gao's house to return the books."
The dilapidated temple remains the same as before. A broken bowl, cold steamed buns, a package containing some light money, a straw mat, and dozens of books, that was all.
The little boy returned to his mat and sat down. He scooped some water into a bowl and ate the dry and hard steamed bun with it. Sleeping here is very cold and hard, and the steamed bun in my mouth is as hard to chew as powder.
But he ate it mouthful by mouthful, just to replenish his life, as if he had no sense of taste.
The morning sunlight shone through the dilapidated window frames of the temple and fell on the little boy, but it was not warm, only eerie and cold. As he bit the steamed bun, the figure he saw in front of Gao's mansion that day gradually emerged in his mind.
A slender beauty with a ponytail, strange glasses and ultramarine clothes.
The beauty had a sword on her waist, looking high up, and her whole body exuded a sense of aloofness and coldness, as if she were not to be tolerated by the world. When he folded his hands, it seemed as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him.
That was the first glimpse he had ever seen, a glimpse of a world that was completely different from the world of mortal existence and seemed to come from another supreme world.
The disciples next to him are also immortals. But there was only him, so he could only stare at him blankly.
Extraordinary birth.
Like a tower among the clouds.
Just one glance was enough to ignite in him, who considered himself extraordinary, a burning desire to step into this supreme world.
…
Starting from the afternoon of the next day, spring rain began to fall in Wangyue Town.
"Master." Eleven and others came in from outside, "We searched around in Wangyue Town, and the man's aura disappeared quickly after leaving Gao's house."
Ning Mingmei, who was wearing glasses, supported his forehead with one hand and said calmly, "It's normal. A cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage certainly knows how to hide his aura. You can't catch him even if you want to."
The disciples were a little hesitant. Fifteen of them said, "Master, we got some medicine from the pharmacy in town."
Ning Mingmei said: "Show me the medicine."
He checked it and Jiang Yu said, "Master Ning Feng, don't worry. We checked it many times when we picked the medicine. There is no poison in it."
Ning Mingmei looked through it, closed the medicine paper and returned it to them. Jiang Yu directed several disciples to boil the medicine.
The corridor was some distance away from the room where the two injured disciples were sleeping. After the medicine was boiled, Fifteen and Sixteen, who had just returned from outside, held umbrellas and brought two bowls of medicine to the two people.
The other disciples sat around Ning Mingmei, thinking hard. Their own people were injured, and several people's faces were filled with anger.
"Where did this madman come from? How dare he hurt our people, and he hid himself so well!" Jiang Yu said indignantly, "Why would a cultivator in the Spiritualization Stage come to this small place and cause trouble?"
"Yeah." Old Seventeen was also unhappy, "Master, we can't just let this go!"
That’s what they said, but how do they find someone... The two of them lowered their heads again.
Ning Mingmei suddenly said, "Eleven, I asked you to find out this morning if anyone has come to the town. What did the townspeople say?"
Eleven said: "They said that we are the only people in town. There are no other strangers."
And the town was small, with almost no place to hide. The idea of hiding in a vacant building doesn't make sense either.
Ning Mingmei drew circles on his temples with his index finger and squinted his eyes behind the lenses.
"He has something he needs to get urgently, so he doesn't dare to go too far away from us. If we lose him, it will be troublesome. So, he is most likely disguised as someone else." Ning Mingmei said, "Has anyone been missing in the town recently? Or, is there anyone dying? Or..."
"Widows, widows, orphans, and lonely people." Ning Mingmei said, "Anyone who lives alone and can be replaced or disguised without attracting too much attention from related people..."
He tapped the table with his fingers. "Look for this kind of people. And this kind of people usually don't live long in a small town. Therefore, there are very few of them, so they should be easy to screen."
The disciples looked at each other, wondering how Ning Mingmei came to this conclusion. He Zheng said: "Isn't this... a bit too hasty?"
Eleven was very determined: "Yes, Master. Let's go."
He Zheng saw him and Shiqi walking outside, and followed them and shouted behind them: "Wait, wait a moment!"
"Second Senior Brother said that when they were in Yaochuan City, Master often asked them to do inexplicable things. But facts have proved that Master was right every time." Eleven said, "Since Master has given us the direction, we should carry out Master's intentions, and that's enough."
He Zheng was stunned: "This is impossible!"
What kind of inference is this? Moreover, Ning Mingmei is a lofty flower who doesn't care about worldly affairs.
He would argue with Eleven for a while longer. In the other room, Luo Xiao's surprised voice came: "Wang Cheng, Li Yao, you are awake!"
When the fellow disciples woke up, the four disciples who were originally about to go out immediately gathered around the disciple who was recuperating from the injuries.
Luo Xiao and Ye Ling surrounded the two disciples from Jixian Peak, both surprised and happy. Seeing the blank looks in their eyes, they thought they were confused just after waking up, so they asked, "How do you feel now? Do you want some water?"
Wang Cheng looked at Luo Xiao with blank eyes. Luo Xiao was feeling something was wrong, she just frowned -
Then I saw Wang Cheng smiling.
“Hahahaha…hahahahaha…”
Also laughing was Li Yao.
The two of them laughed out loud, as if they had encountered something extremely joyful, and they didn't stop until tears welled up in their eyes.
"Li Yao! Wang Cheng, what happened to you?"
Ye Ling panicked, but the two of them just kept laughing, as if they had lost their three souls and seven spirits. Ye Ling was anxious and wanted to wake them both up. As a result, the two of them actually climbed out of the bed and struggled to escape.
And, he kept laughing.
“Hahahaha…hahahahahaha…”
That laughter was ecstatic and really creepy.
Ning Mingmei came in at this time. The group of dragons was leaderless, so he stretched out his hand to hold the two people in the acupoints and said to Luo Xiao: "Move them to the bed."
The two men's acupoints were pressed and their muscles could not move, but they still made "hehe" laughter with their throats. Ye Ling looked at his two fellow disciples, his eyes turning red with anxiety. Luo Xiao asked: "Master Ning, what is going on?"
Ning Mingmei said: "Jiang Yu, come over here and feel their pulse."
As a practitioner of wood spiritual roots, Jiang Yu understands a little about pulse conditions. After a moment, she said, "The pulse looks normal..."
She lowered her head, frowned, and felt it for a moment: "No...something is wrong..."
"They must have been poisoned!"
This sentence is no less than throwing a stone into boiling water.
"Poisoned?"
"What kind of poison is this 'haha' laugh?"
"And who is the mastermind behind this? Could it be that person from yesterday? But how could that person be so arrogant? Not only did he beat someone up, but he also poisoned them?"
"Impossible... Where could the poison be? We have checked the medicine and the furnace. There is no reason for us to bring back any poison!"
There were many different opinions at the time.
Only Ning Mingmei looked around the room for a long time. His eyes swept over the medicine bag, over the bowl...
Finally, it stopped in the hands of the two people holding the medicine.
Hand... He turned to the eaves outside the door.
Under the eaves, two umbrellas covered with water lay there quietly.
The ribs of the umbrella are rough, but the handle is smooth, as if it had been coated with a thin layer of paint.
My hands touched the umbrella handle, the rim of the bowl, and the herbs...
"Where did the umbrella come from?" Ning Mingmei asked in surprise.
The disciples were stunned for a moment.
"A... a little girl sold it to us." Fifteen stammered, "We saw that the hand-painted painting on it happened to be very beautiful, so we bought it. She was very happy and even gave us some flowers..."
Ning Mingmei: "Little girl? Selling umbrellas?"
It is a closed town with almost no population movement, and everywhere are familiar people who have lived here for a long time. Under such market conditions, how could there be a little girl who happened to be selling umbrellas on the roadside?
Moreover, there are beautiful hand-painted paintings on the umbrella? Where can such an excellent painter come from in a small town like this?
Several disciples were startled and immediately realized that they had fallen into a trap. Ning Mingmei asked coldly: "Are you zinc deficient?"
Fifteen felt that he had made a big mistake and cried, "Master, I'm sorry, I'm so stupid..."
Ning Mingmei: "I want to ask you if you have the habit of biting your fingers."
...Fortunately, none of the disciples bit their fingers. Now the only victims are the two people laughing wildly on the bed.
Ning Mingmei said calmly: "Bring all the umbrellas here and lay them out in a row for me to see. Then go wash your hands."
Seventeen said: "Master, why are you still looking at that umbrella? Just burn it!"
Ning Mingmei glanced at him and said, "What do you think the painting above is used for?"
The author has something to say:
Lian Chengyue, your presence is so low, reflect on the reasons and write a report.
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