Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

The lame disciple's remarks made the master and servant resentful. They could think of it with their toes, and the little thief who touched their room that night was him. No wonder he was limping when he walked, but the crossbow arrow hurt his leg, and he still hasn't recovered well.

Hearing the whole process, he couldn't help but be terrified, "The people here seem to be very unfriendly. In the future, the two of you... pay more attention to the portal, and don't let anyone come in."

Just as he was talking, he suddenly heard the sound of a door breaking behind him, but it was Wu Shixun who rushed back.

I don't know what happened to him. His body was tattered and scarred, as if he had been robbed and was severely damaged.

"Master... what's the matter?" Ren Yi hurried to help him, but he opened it with one hand, "Don't touch me!"

Ren Yi put down his hand a little embarrassedly, and silently stepped aside, but heard Wu Shixun sigh helplessly, "I've been poisoned with a deadly poison, there's no cure for this poison, you can't touch it!"

Jiao Ke hid behind Ren Ren in fright, and whispered: "Brother Ren, this Elder Wu... is in a bad state!"

Ren said expressionlessly: "Didn't you hear what he said? He was poisoned, and he was still the kind of inexplicable."

"What I'm talking about is, this poison... I've heard of it before, some ~~~"

Speaking of this poison, Jiao Ke was a little embarrassed, and didn't know how to say it so that it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Wu Shixun's face is very wooden, and his speech and actions are like a wood. He walked a little hard at this time, ignored the two of them, turned around and went back to his room.

Looking at the closed door, any originally worried face quickly turned gloomy, and said dumbly: "He is poisoned, that's his business, and we are not Langzhong, we don't care."

Jiao Ke felt the chill emanating from him, and unknowingly took a step back, "Brother Ren, you..."

Ren Zhan lowered his head, "I'm a little tired and want to rest."

With a "bang", he slammed the door of his room shut, isolating the worried little faces of Jiao Ke.

Xiaomei ran out with a handful of vegetables in her hand, "What's the matter? This is?"

Jiao Ke raised his eyebrows tightly, "Xiao Mei, Big Brother Ren... something is wrong, Elder Wu... it's over."

"What happened to them? Wasn't it all fine before?" Xiaomei picked vegetables and responded indifferently, and didn't take this seriously.

"They're afraid... they've all been poisoned."

"What? What poison? It's only been a while, where did the poison come from?"

Xiaomei shuddered with fright, and the dish in her hand fell, and she quickly reached out to catch it.

Jiao Ke waved his hand, but didn't mean to say anything more, "Go and cook, this is not something you can worry about."

This is just a face-to-face effort. The two men in this yard were poisoned, and there is nothing that Jiao Ke can do no matter how anxious he is.

This poison, speaking of it, is just a very ordinary plant - don't touch the flower, it will bloom a white, gypsophila-like little white flower in winter, which is not irritating against the background of the snow. Note that there are occasional beasts who accidentally eat them, but there is no reaction.

However, when it encounters another plant called Nyonya grass, it will cause a strong reaction and become a highly poisonous.

Nyonya grass, a grass with green leaves, is indistinguishable from ordinary weeds. But this kind of grass has a very magical feature, its fragrance is pleasant and there is an invisible magic, hook (...) attracts people who have eaten the flower to approach it.

And as soon as he encounters this grass, the person is instantly poisoned. The symptom is that his temperament has changed drastically, and he is completely different. The limbs will gradually stiffen, and the movement will be sluggish like a mummy, and eventually lose all perception and fall into a deep sleep, until it never wakes up again.

This is also the reason why Wu Shixun is so scarred.

On the way back, he unfortunately encountered a **** bear. On weekdays, such a thing was sent by God to give him a snack, and with a single punch, it could hit it on the head.

However, after being poisoned, he was stiff and unable to dodge in time, and his fists were weak. He was caught by the **** bear several times, and he tried his best to escape.

Yes, Wu Shixun, who was extremely powerful and imposing, was like a lost dog. He was chased away by the **** bear in the middle of the night, and finally escaped back to his kennel.

This was the bleakest experience he had ever experienced since he learned martial arts, so much so that when he came back, in the face of any concern, he was embarrassed to say what he had experienced.

There are not many poisons in this world that are formed by the combination of two herbs. It has a very nice and long name, "Drinking Flowers and Provoking Grasses to Sleep and Wake San".

Jiao Ke only heard Wu Zhenren talk about it when he was in the Qiao Mansion. Once poisoned, the medicine stone is ineffective, and he can only wait to die in his sleep.

Thinking of the appearance of this master and apprentice, Jiao Ke's heart is like cooking oil on fire. She involuntarily looked at the entrance of the courtyard, she hoped to see Master Wu Zhenren coming back immediately, maybe the cultivator's hands were broken and he could find a way.

Unfortunately, everything was just an extravagant hope. The yard was empty, with only a few petals that occasionally drifted in the wind, spinning and flying.

She sighed, not knowing what to do next? What should she do?

"Girl! Why is someone sighing here alone? Who is mad at you?"

this voice...

Jiao Ke turned his head with a "swoosh", without thinking about it, he threw himself into the arms of an old man, and said emotionally, "Master, is it really you? I'm not dreaming, right? You didn't mean to go for three months. Is it? Why did you come back so soon?"

The visitor was the real Wu Zhen who she had been looking forward to for a long time. His face was still covered with a black veil as always, and he never took it off even in front of Jiao Ke.

Wu Zhenren reached out and patted her head, and said helplessly: "I was going to go for three months to prepare for a life-and-death battle with many enemies in Lingbo City."

"Heh... Who knows, God will also help one day, just at the foot of the mountain, and even seven or eight out of ten, it saves me the effort of running around."

Ordinary people don't have the ability to be the enemy of Wuzhen. Those were all monks, who once slaughtered his entire family when he was young, and they didn't know why they suddenly ran to the foot of Xunyang Mountain.

As the so-called enemy met, they were extremely jealous, and for a while, there was a world-shattering chaos at the foot of the mountain.

Wu Zhenzhen has been practicing meditation for 20 years, because on this day, he wants to take revenge.

His cultivation base has already broken through to the Illusory Spirit Realm. Although those people are numerous and powerful, at this time, they are just a mob. That is, in just five days, they were all beheaded by his sword.

There is only one left now, and the most cunning one. He is not sure yet, so he chooses to return to Taiyizong and continue to guard his unusually fragile female disciple.