Saving the second male lead: Wouldn’t it be nice to kidnap her and have her as your wife?

While washing up, Qiu Jue used a very rough bronze mirror to barely see his face.

This body really fit him just as the system said. Not only was their height and build almost identical, but their faces were also 70% similar.

But as for the specific hardware... it shouldn't be bad. After all, his body shape is there, and he is a martial artist.

The maids looked young, and one could faintly see them trembling when they were serving Qiu Jue.

Qiu Jue lowered his head and watched a little maid putting the jade buckle on his neck. Her hands trembled several times before she managed to buckle it.

[System, what time period is this? ]

[Host, this is the third day since you became the sect leader. ]

[In other words, Feng Qingyun has been poisoned and has lost his martial arts skills? ]

[Yes, host. 】

【Give me the location of Feng Qingyun.】

The black and red clothes were quickly put on, and the maids bowed and left.

Qiu Jue received Feng Qingyun's perspective in his mind.

It has been half a year since Feng Qingyun was poisoned. His face is a little gloomy and tired, but he is still trying tirelessly to find a way in the martial arts world to cure himself.

He doesn't know yet that he has been poisoned by the strange poison from the Western Regions - Nishang.

And his positioning point...seems to be quite far away from him.

[If you use a carriage, it will take five days. Using the host's martial arts, it will also take five days. Riding a horse will only take three days. If you want to travel quickly, you need to change horses every three hundred miles at the post station, and you can reach the destination in one and a half days without sleep.]

【it is good. 】

Qiu Jue recalled that the antidote formula for Nishang's poison was guarded in the alchemy room of the Resurrection Sect, and he needed to get the prescription first.

It would be nice if there was a ready-made antidote or medicinal herbs.

He waved his sleeves, allowing Feng Qingyun to open a small window in his perspective and display the map of the interior of the Resurrection Sect.

As soon as he entered the alchemy room, several alchemists came out to greet him. The leader flattered him with a fake smile, "Master, is there anything important that brings you here today?"

After all, Qiu Jue had just taken office, and the people below him were uneasy, so it was normal to have criticisms.

Qiu Jue's expression was calm and his words were concise: "Is there an antidote for the Nishang poison?"

“Antidote… this…” The head alchemist looked a little embarrassed and glanced at Qiu Jue’s figure vaguely.

Qiu Jue frowned: "Why, inconvenient?"

The head alchemist smiled reluctantly, with a hint of provocation in his eyes: "Sect Master, to be honest, this Nichang is a rare poison in the world, and there is no antidote. According to the sect rules, the prescriptions of various poisons must not be disclosed. Even if you are the sect master..."

After a cup of tea, Qiu Jue walked out of the alchemy room.

He shook off the blood stains on his iron sword and said to a master of alchemy who had seen him carefully, "You will replace him in the future."

[Although there will be some assimilation after receiving the memory, it is not like you to be so decisive in killing. ]

【well enough. 】

[This is your first time killing someone! You don't even have any reaction? Aren't you nauseated or vomiting?]

[No, I have killed many in my memory.]

After obtaining the Neon Sang Poison Recipe, Qiu Jue put it into the system space.

He asked the servants to bring a horse and rode directly towards Feng Qingyun.

The guard at the door felt like a gust of wind rushed out, and when he looked closely, he saw a red and black figure riding a horse.

The two guards looked at each other for a while, then suddenly reacted.

"Hurry and report to the elders, the sect leader ran away on his own."

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Such wide-sleeved and long clothes are not convenient for riding. Qiujue passed by a town that looked quite large and entered a clothing store.

When she came out again, she was wearing a light blue short-sleeved shirt and her hair was tied into a ponytail. She looked refreshing and dashing.

No one could tell that this body was already nearly thirty years old.

If the system had not told him that people who practice martial arts can delay aging and extend their lifespan by achieving certain realms, and that if they achieve the realm of Martial Honor, their lifespan can even reach over 300 years, he would have really thought that this was some old monster.

The horse was eating grass at the door. Qiu Jue led the horse and went to the post station to buy some food for the journey, including dried meat and steamed buns, and then changed horses.

The shopkeeper looked at the expensive horse and felt that he had made a fortune, so he didn't even charge for the food and fodder packages.

Qiu Jue just nodded, hung the bag of food on his body, squeezed his legs together, and rode the ordinary brown horse on the road again.

[Host, are you so anxious? ]

【Um. 】

[Host, have you been too deeply affected by the original owner's memories? ]

The system has checked Qiu Jue's physical condition several times, and there is no problem. But whether it is the way he speaks or the situation where he directly cut the head of the alchemist's neck, there is a very strange sense of disobedience.

Qiu Jue himself also felt that he was somewhat affected.

I became very depressed and i, and human life seemed not worth mentioning.

[…System, will I be so deeply affected by the memories of the original owner in every world in the future? ]

System: [Well, since this is your first time receiving someone else's memory, this situation is actually quite common. But you will recover after a while.]

【……Oh. 】

Qiu Jue walked quickly in silence.

This world does not have any complete infrastructure, Qiu Jue can only let the system give him a navigation and follow the official road.

If there is a small town, go in and rest for a while. If there is a city, try to take a detour.

After all, without a pass, the guards at the gate would definitely ask more questions. Qiu Jue was too lazy to cause trouble.

Because there was no stable water source, the smell of the sheepskin bag was extremely disgusting.

Qiu Jue fed a whole bottle of nutrient solution to the horse rented from the post station without any regrets, and used the bottle of nutrient solution to store water.

They rode at full speed and did not give up their rest time, and finally arrived at the city where Feng Qingyun was on the morning of the third day.

There was nothing I could do even if I was questioned this time. I had to go in.

Qiu Jue dismounted at the city gate. The guard at the gate looked at him and asked him for a pass.

When the guard found out that Qiu Jue had nothing, he was a little surprised and asked him his name and hometown.

Qiu Jue answered all the questions one by one, hiding his identity and only saying that he was a wandering man, wandering around.

The guard didn't mind. Many of these wanderers were like this, used to being free. After asking Qiu Jue for the entrance fee, he let him in.

Qiu Jue sent the horse to the post station, explained its origin, and returned the 10 taels of deposit.

Walking alone on the street, this place seems to be a gathering place for the underworld. Many passers-by are wearing very capable clothes, with a murderous and free-spirited air, and always have some weapons on their waists or in their hands.

Qiu Jue entered a guesthouse called Yuanhu Guesthouse. According to the location, Feng Qingyun was staying there permanently.

Looking at the colorful poison recipe in the system backpack, Qiu Jue was thinking about how to hand it over to Feng Qingyun quietly.

He himself didn't want to have too much contact with important people, so it would be best to quietly slip the poison recipe into Feng Qingyun's room, and then go directly back to the Resurrection Sect.

After taking out the deposit, Manager Guan asked for a room next to Feng Qingyun. When he entered the room, he told the waiter not to disturb anyone.

I've fixed it for now.

When it was Chou hour, Qiu Jue confirmed that there was no sound in Feng Qingyun's room, then he climbed out through the wooden window and landed lightly in Feng Qingyun's room.

The cold moonlight poured into the room through the shabby wooden windows, and the only sounds were the chirping of insects and shallow breathing.

Qiu Jue’s martial arts skills are quite good, and his footsteps landed silently on the floor.

Feng Qingyun was lying on the bed, seeming to be sleeping very uneasily, with his brows slightly furrowed.

She's quite pretty, Qiu Jue commented.

Without even looking at it again, Qiu Jue took out the poison recipe from the system backpack and placed it directly next to Feng Qingyun's pillow.

Qiu Jue traveled day and night, galloping as fast as he could. Even a grandmaster could not avoid feeling tired.

At this time, he had finished what he was supposed to do. After he relaxed, he felt sleepy and couldn't help yawning.

When Qiu Jue's figure disappeared in the room, Feng Qingyun, who was originally sleeping soundly on the bed, slowly opened his eyes.

Although he had lost all his martial arts skills, his keen observation and intuition as a martial artist enabled him to wake up the moment Qiu Jue entered the room.

Feeling that the person who came had no intention of killing, Feng Qingyun decided to pretend to sleep and wait and see what happened.

However, he didn't expect that the person just stood in front of his bed for a while, put something beside him and left.