Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

In the private room, there was silence all around, and the shadows of candles flickered red.

Duan Si's breathing was a bit heavy, and he gradually bent down, the tip of his nose almost touching Su Xun's face.

He clearly has no habit of breaking sleeves, and he has never had an uncontrollable feeling for other people before, but now he seems to be possessed by a demon, he just wants to get closer to the person in front of him, and get closer until the skin touches , Nose breathing together.

Sensing his strange thoughts, Su Xunmo frowned, but didn't make a sound to stop him, and only groped with his right hand towards his waist.

Duan Si was caught in his own emotions, and didn't notice his movements. He even let go of Su Xun's waist, and rubbed along his smooth forearm until the other hand hanging down on the side of the pillow was tightly intertwined with his fingers. buckle.

"Wubi...is such a good name, is it derived from the meaning of flawless jade?"

He caressed Su Xun's palm, muttering to himself, and a smile appeared on his lips naturally.

However, before he could think of anything else to say, his right arm suddenly went numb, and then his mind was spinning, his eyes went dark almost instantly, and he fell down on the bed.

The moment he lost consciousness, he vaguely felt that the touch of Su Xun's palm was extremely rough, but before he could think about it, he was swallowed by the darkness and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that Duan Si was completely unconscious, Su Xun gently pushed his body away and sat down beside the bed.

In his right hand, he held a silver dagger with a cold light, which was a gift from Ye Zhiheng a few days ago.

Just now, in order to prevent the situation from developing in an uncontrollable direction, he took advantage of Duan Si's unpreparedness and made a light stroke on Duan Si's right arm, but he didn't expect the dagger's medicinal effect to be so powerful. A martial arts master.

Ye Zhiheng's casting skills are really perfect.

He put the dagger into the scabbard close to his waist, then took out the standing gold wound medicine from the front, and applied a thin layer on the wound on Duan Si's arm.

This medicine is what he is used to. It has the effect of promoting blood circulation and strengthening muscles. The wound cut by the dagger is very shallow. When Duan Si wakes up tomorrow, it should not be difficult to fully heal.

Just now this person hugged him and lay on the bed, he didn't even bother to take off his coat, shoes and socks.He let out an inaudible breath, gently took off Duan Si's coat, removed his shoes and socks and put them on the ground beside the bed, carefully tucked in the corner of the quilt, and then sat down on the side of the bed again.

It's not a big deal for Duan Si to see his original appearance. After all, when he was working in Xuanxiao Pavilion, he never showed his true face to others, and his personal information was even sealed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

Apart from the fact that the old pavilion master who introduced him might be able to recognize his identity, even Tian Wu and other high-ranking elders might not know him face to face.

Besides...he still has some selfish intentions, always looking forward to what Duan Si will think of when he sees his face.

The fingertips protruded towards the handsome face, but the moment they were about to touch it, they suddenly retracted, clenched into fists, and slowly fell.

Long-term memories spread like a flood, and the pictures in my mind overlapped with the face of the person in front of me. I could vaguely glimpse more than ten years ago, on that night with a bright moon and few stars, naughty children climbed up the low wall of the garden in the palace, Then the whole body crawled on the ginkgo tree growing along the wall, looking up at him on the ground, showing a bright smile with red lips and white teeth:

"I jumped down!"

He was very worried, thinking that the other party would break his leg if he jumped off such a high tree, and he went up to him without even thinking about whether he was strong enough.

The man leaped down with a strong wind, and the huge impact knocked him back a few steps one after another, but his hands hugged the opponent's body tightly and refused to relax until he couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground.

The child raised his head from his arms, his eyes twinkled like bright stars, filled with heartfelt joy.

But at this moment, his hanging heart finally fell to the ground, he couldn't help but laughed heartily, and said loudly: "That's great, you're fine!"

After that, the years flew by, and the time passed by. This heart has long been washed and mottled by the vicissitudes of time. Who would have thought that one day, it would reunite with the familiar light.

The young man stood in front of him, with a heroic appearance, wearing a black robe, holding an exquisitely crafted chain in his hand, and the heavy mask could not conceal the brilliance of his eyes:

"Senior Zhuyin, I'm a new assassin who joined Xuanxiao Pavilion, codenamed Bi Fang, and it's my first mission, if I don't perform as expected, I hope you will forgive me!"

At that time, he was holding the soul-chasing sword, and he only nodded indifferently, but there was a storm in his chest.

Why did that person join Xuan Xiao, why did he meet again and did not know each other, whether the previous promises still counted, all the doubts could not be uttered, and he could only force himself to suppress the bottom of his heart.

Until all "maybes" and "ifs" ended in the failed assassination a year ago.

The current him is still qualified to ask that sentence and call out the name that has been buried in his heart for a long time...

The flickering candlelight was reflected in Su Xun's eyes, and the rolling wax tears were like pearls weeping blood.

He heard himself say softly: "Good dream, Duan Yunyang."

At this moment, Ye Zhiheng was also anxious in the dark room on the ground floor of Wuxie Building.

Yuan Ruozhuo was lying on his back on the soft couch by the wall of the dark room, his face was blue and red, dripping with cold sweat, and his expression was painful.

Presumably, in order to speed up the onset of medicinal properties, the pharmacist mixed in some materials that are slanted with swords in addition to the ordinary Losing Soul Grass and Ruanjin Powder, which caused such intense pain.

However, Ye Zhiheng's main profession is puppet art and forging art, and he only has superficial research on poisons. In a short time, he couldn't distinguish the specific components of the poison Yuan Ruozhuo was poisoned, let alone rescue him.

Although this coward's poisoning was more or less self-inflicted, the feeling of being helpless while seeing others suffering was unbearable. He had no choice but to temporarily concoct some pain-relieving medicinal wine for Yuan Ruozhuo to drink.

Liberated a little from the unspeakable pain, Yuan Ruozhuo managed to regain his sanity, pointing at his front with trembling fingers, breathlessly said:

"Brother Ye... Brother Ye, can you...help me take out the small sheepskin tube in the front skirt?"

Ye Zhiheng nodded, groped around his chest, found a slightly old sheepskin tube, unfolded it as he said, only to find that the tube was filled with silver needles of various shapes.

This silver needle is not the same as the ones used by doctors, it is extra sharp and sharp, and there is a deep and long blood groove carved in the middle, which seems to be used to hold medicine.

"Brother Ye...I seemed to vaguely see...there seems to be some snowgrass scattered on the stone platform over there, can I trouble you...ahem...Grind them into a liquid and put them in a bowl for me ?”

"Centella? Alright, wait for me a moment."

Seeing that Yuan Ruozhuo's intermittent speech was really difficult, Ye Zhiheng couldn't bear to continue to ask questions, and simply followed his request, and soon brought over the medicine bowl containing the juice of centella.

Yuan Ruozhuo struggled to prop up his body, sat cross-legged with his back against the wall, took out five silver needles of different sizes from the sheepskin tube, and put them into the medicine bowl.

When the medicinal liquid poured into the blood groove of the silver needles, he took out the silver needles one by one, aiming at the Baihui acupoint on the top of the head and the Fengchi acupoint on the back of the neck, and pierced it precisely.

Ye Zhiheng stared dumbfounded at him calmly administering the needle, then calmly closed his eyes and began to activate his internal force, a pale white mist gradually evaporated from the top of his head.

Although he is not good at studying medicine, he also knows that Centella asparagus has almost no other effects other than refreshing the mind and dispelling wind and heat, so he never expected that Yuan Ruozhuo would use it to fight against this kind of disease. A dangerous mix of drugs.

In addition, his acupuncture techniques are also unheard of. In the past, acupuncture combined with medicinal baths and oral administration were not uncommon, but it was the first time that medicine was injected directly through silver needles.

There is also the true strength of the inner family that this boy used to force the poison, the color is pure, the grandeur is magnificent, it must not be extraordinary...

Ye Zhiheng couldn't help feeling for a moment, he was really blind, he thought this person was useless before, now it seems that there is still a huge gap between him and the other party, at least in the way of medicine and poison.

The process of healing the poison with luck lasted for about a stick of incense, and the zhenqi above Yuan Ruozhuo's head gradually condensed into a Tai Chi shape of yin and yang, and then slowly dissipated.

When he opened his eyes, the sickness on his face had been completely removed, a healthy light pink appeared in his fair skin, his eyes were like lacquer and his lips were red, and his face was elegant, elegant and delicious.

"What the hell is going on with you?"

Ye Zhiheng couldn't hold back his inner curiosity for a long time, seeing him awake, he hurriedly asked questions.

Yuan Ruozhuo usually speaks timidly, but once he talks about his field of expertise, he becomes more fluent and confident:

"Brother Ye must have seen it just now. My silver needle is specially made, which can concentrate the injection of medicine to maximize its effectiveness. Although Centella asparagus is not a direct antidote to the disease, with the help of the silver needle, it can expel The soul-destroying and numb-softening effects of the poison; coupled with this set of exercises I practiced, the toxins can be gradually digested and eaten away during the exercise, so I am basically fine now."

"I've heard of some exercises that have the effect of detoxifying themselves, but there are only mediocre practitioners in the world. Could it be that... you were born in the Valley of the Medicine King?"

"Well," Yuan Ruozhuo nodded obediently, but his expression was a bit solemn, "It's not something that cannot be spread, but a few years ago, something happened in the Yaowang Valley, and my brothers and sisters almost died in the fierce fight. Master was not spared either... Therefore, I wish Big Brother Ye could help me keep this secret."

Perhaps it was because of his aggrieved appearance that aroused the pity in his heart, Ye Zhiheng couldn't help feeling that the person in front of him was very pitiful, and couldn't bear to mention his sad things again, so he gently comforted:

"Don't worry, I won't mention today's events to outsiders. The deceased is gone, and your master and fellow disciples naturally don't want you to indulge too much in sorrow. I saw your medical skills today, and presumably you have obtained the Medicine King Valley The true inheritance, given time, will surely achieve a lot.”

"Well, thank you, Brother Ye."

Yuan Ruozhuo stared at him gratefully, a shy smile gradually appeared on his face.

Although the poison had been lifted, Yuan Ruozhuo spent a lot of effort after all, and soon his eyelids were fighting and he was very sleepy.

Ye Zhiheng then arranged an empty room for him to sleep first, while he went upstairs to meet Su Xun.

When he walked up the corridor on the sixth floor, Su Xun was already waiting by the wall.

Seeing Ye Zhiheng approaching, he took out a few pieces of utensils and a jasper wine glass from his sleeve, and said:

"I took advantage of Muluan's unpreparedness, and tripped her by releasing a wind barrier with my hand bracelet, and took some jug fragments along the way. At that time, I took a cursory look at it, and if I expected it, it should be a jade pot with double galls commonly used by people in the Jianghu. One side is filled with poisonous wine, and after turning the valve, it will be replaced with the non-toxic side. This wine glass is the one used by Duan Si, you can compare the toxicity of the two and you will see the difference."

"My lord knows."

Ye Zhiheng took the shards and the wine glass and put them in his bag.Su Xun nodded, remembered something, and asked: "By the way, how is the condition of the boy next to him?"

The author has something to say: Today is the day when the main and sub CPs are progressing at the same time! !