Tomb robber: I am the tenth of the nine gates

Chu Ning silently put her hands behind her back and quietly wiped away the blood seeping from the pinhole with the inside of her sleeve.

Suddenly Zhang Qishan spoke, "If you're not sure what to stop, don't touch it in the first place."

Chu Ning was stunned and looked down to see Zhang Qishan holding up a white handkerchief. Adjutant Zhang next to him was gesturing to Chu Ning to take it quickly.

"OK.

Thank you Lord Buddha. "

Although Zhang Qishan's voice sounded stern, even with a hint of scolding in it, Chu Ning still noticed the slight concern in his words.

It seems that this Buddha is not as cold as he appears.

This is something Chu Ning has never felt or heard before. The people he comes into contact with either hide their greed for him in their words or discuss his remaining value in the most passionate tone...

There is a energy in everyone.

It is this mass of Qi that constitutes the most basic energy for the human body and life-sustaining activities. It also has the meaning of physiological functions.

What Chu Ning could see was the "Qi" mixed with human emotions and soul.

This means that Chu Ning can always detect a person's good intentions and malice immediately.

Even the Qi that touches the depths of the soul and has begun to affect this life span, Chu Ning can feel it if he pays more attention.

That's why Chu Ning was able to sense the danger immediately because he sensed the evil of that person.

And in the past twenty years, most of what he has noticed is black, with black energy surrounded by thick malice.

It is precisely because of this that Chu Ning has already developed expectations and visions for this world in just a few hours since he came here.

Zhang Qishan frowned when he saw the changed color of the tea.

When Adjutant Zhang saw the cup of tea, he first glanced at Chu Ning, who was looking down and wondering what he was thinking, and then expressed his omission to Zhang Qishan.

"Lord Buddha, I'm sorry.

I was negligent. "

"Help me check which province he came from.

Let him never leave Changchun City. "

When Adjutant Zhang was about to complete the instructions given by Lord Fo, Zhang Qishan waved to Adjutant Zhang to come closer.

"And his poison, find the antidote."

"Yes, Lord Buddha."

Adjutant Zhang then turned and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Chu Ning's hand that blocked the needle.

It was this look that Chu Ning received when she came back from her thoughts, so she raised her hand and looked at it in confusion.

The pinhole has turned black, but the oozing blood seems to be wrapped in something, giving the impression of being wrapped in a light transparent membrane.

Chu Ning suddenly understood that this needle was poisonous.

It's just that due to his physical condition, part of the poison was consumed, and the remaining poison took a while to dissipate.

Zhang Qishan noticed that Chu Ning over there was breathing steadily, proving that he was not affected by the poison of the needle, so he took out the ancient ring from the Northern and Southern Dynasties.

After rubbing it with his fingers for a while, he put it down and stared in the direction of the stage solemnly.

As time went by, Chu Ning gradually changed from standing next to Zhang Qishan to sitting next to Zhang Qishan, and finally couldn't help but pour herself a cup of tea.

The theater is over.

Adjutant Zhang also came back from the task and handed Chu Ning a small pill to indicate the black wound on Chu Ning's palm.

"Adjutant Zhang, thank you."

Chu Ning said sincerely to Zhang Qishan and Adjutant Zhang.

Just when the teapot and the two plates of refreshments on the table in front of Zhang Qishan were also swept away by Chu Ning.

"Yu Ji" on the stage slowly walked up to Zhang Qishan and the others.

Chu Ning secretly raised her eyes to look at Zhang Qishan. Seeing that he showed no other expression, she quietly let go of her uneasiness. She... hadn't tasted such snacks for a long time.

"A rare guest, Lord Buddha.

Don’t you like listening to operas? Why do you think of my pear garden? "

Hearing the clear and melodious male voice, Chu Ning looked at the man who was talking to Zhang Qishan without even having time to take off his disguise.

It is guessed that this person is probably the person Zhang Qishan came here to see - Erxiao Hong, the second master of one of the three gates in the Nine Gates.

“And he brought a young boy with him, what?

Are you here to send me an apprentice? "

Er Laohong looked at Chu Ning, not hiding the admiration in her eyes. With such an appearance, she must be outstanding.

I just don’t know what the background is.

Zhang Qishan saw Er Yahong staring at Chu Ning and looked sideways and spoke calmly.

"I came here this time to ask for something."

"Oh? Lord Zhang Dafo has something to ask of me? Oh, you might as well tell me."

Er Laohong turned to Zhang Qishan, her tone was casual and there was interest in her eyes.

Chu Ning looked at Zhang Qishan in military uniform in front of him, feeling a little confused.

“The night before yesterday, a 076 military column came from Changsha.

No number, no label.

The inside of the carriage was all welded shut. "

Er Lahong showed a solemn expression when she heard this.

"and then?"

"I cut open the carriage and found that it was full of coffins."

Chu Ning recalled the aura he felt before and then spoke.

"Everyone inside is dead."

Er Laohong said "ha" when she heard Zhang Qishan and Chu Ning's words.

"By the way, little brother, I haven't asked you your name yet?"

"Chun Ning, the Chu Ning of 'The Song of Hu Zi Ge Ba Liang Chu Ning'.

He is here to protect you. "

Chu Ning poked her head from behind Zhang Qishan and said obediently to Erxiao Hong.

"Good name."

Er Laohong just answered Chu Ning's previous words, and Chu Ning's "protective" remarks later, he just regarded it as a child's joke.

But he also looked squarely at the young man in front of him who looked weak but had an upright aura around him.

"So, which song are you two singing in harmony with?"

Erxiahong then turned to Zhang Qishan with a questioning look in her eyes.

"This is a fight related to the Northern and Southern Dynasties. It is a fight that you and your family are most familiar with."

After Zhang Qishan finished speaking, he smiled and raised the ancient ring of the Northern and Southern Dynasties that he had brought out of the whistle coffin, and handed it to Er Laohong.

Er Laohong stretched out his hand to block, and the two of them fought back and forth for several rounds.

Looking at it made Chu Ning think of the people in his place. It seemed that it was rare to see people practicing such movements.

People in that place just want to take shortcuts and try to reach the sky in one step...