Long Yin also recites poetry

The laughing Taoist didn't notice this, just scratched his head, and asked for advice: "By the way, you, Yihua Palace, are also good at martial arts. You may recognize the origin of her skills?"

Tang Qingfeng walked slowly while thinking, and pondered: "If you strip away all those fancy blindfolds of her... the remaining foundation of internal strength... that familiar feeling... Could it be..."

At this time, Daoist Xiao suddenly changed his serious expression, and waved his hands towards a certain place with an exaggerated expression. Fortunately, he realized in time that this place is an important place in the palace, and he sneaked in secretly!So, he reluctantly closed his mouth that was almost screaming...

Tang Qingfeng followed his gaze and found the two not far away.

Seeing that the two noticed them, Qu Wuyi nodded slightly to them, and flew away with Mu Ruoshi.Tang and Xiao looked at each other and flew away.

Outside the palace, Han Yingying and the others, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, were finally relieved when they saw that the four had returned safely.

"How is it? Did you catch it?" Han Yingying hurriedly asked several people.

"Alas, it was a failure, let her run away!" The laughing Taoist shook his head and sighed.

"What you said just now, Miss Mu and I can hear clearly from below!" Qu Wuyi said this sentence suddenly without beginning or end.

"Uh... that... Wu Yi..." The laughing Taoist immediately stepped forward to please him, but Qu Wuyi just gave him a slight look, turned around and left.

The laughing Taoist had no choice but to follow suit step by step, trying to explain...

Han Yingying looked at Mu Ruoshi, who also looked unkind, with a puzzled expression, and asked, "What did they say just now? Why did Leader Qu say that? What happened just now?"

"Shi'er, I..."

Tang Qingfeng noticed Mu Ruoshi's livid face, and seemed to be about to explain, but before he finished speaking, he saw that Mu Ruoshi's expression changed, and he suddenly rushed forward to grab him, and asked nervously, "You... well enough?"

"Look at me like this," Tang Qingfeng swayed slightly, and said with a wry smile, "What's the matter..." His eyes closed suddenly, and his body fell backwards without warning...

Mu Ruoshi reached out and grabbed him, supported his weak body, and asked everyone at a loss: "What should I do? He..."

"The master probably...is poisoned..." Hua Ziqiu looked sad, and sighed, "I knew there would be such a day...but I didn't expect...it would come so fast..."

"What? Poison hair?" Han Yingying looked suspicious, and panicked: "What are you talking about? When did my cousin get poisoned? What kind of poison is it... Hey! I said, why are you still standing there? This person is poisoned, isn’t he, hurry up and take him back for treatment!”

"I can't help it..." Huixiang couldn't help crying, "I can't help it... there is no antidote... Woohoo! The master is dead this time... Woohoo... What should I do, sister..."

"This, this...what the hell is going on?" Han Yingying stared blankly at the three people who were only buried in their heads and crying, and then at Dugu Ruoxu who was standing beside him thoughtfully, at a loss... …

At this time, I only heard a loud and powerful roar from far to near, but it spread to the vicinity of several people in an instant...

At this time, the owner of the voice stopped suddenly, and glanced at them, and then again...

"Feng'er!"

The man was shocked, and immediately rushed over quickly, asking sharply, "Prickly ash, fennel! What's going on?"

"Old Palace Master..." The two of them broke down in sobs, choked up and said, "Master has become poisoned... What should I do..."

"What?" Zisang Bushou lost his voice, "How is it possible? It's clearly not yet..."

He knelt down and stretched out his hand to feel Tang Qingfeng's pulse. Amid the hopeful eyes of everyone, he stood up slowly and helplessly, with a very depressed expression.

"How?" Everyone asked hurriedly.

Zi Sang Bushou shook his head slightly, and sighed: "This is destiny...but I'm not in a desperate situation yet, I can still try my best...Let's go!"

He immediately picked up Tang Qingfeng, turned around and left quickly with big strides.Everyone hurriedly got up and followed each other, and disappeared in an instant...

The only ones who stood still and did not move were Han Yingying who was still in a daze, and Dugu Ruoxu who were frowning.

"Brother Dugu...what the hell is going on? Do you know?" Han Yingying turned around and asked.

Dugu Ruoxu shook his head, looked at the direction in which several people left in a hurry, and remained silent.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and everything around was instantly buried in this huge rain curtain, and there was a vast expanse of whiteness all around. Such an endless and cold rain curtain made one's heart feel light as if there was nowhere to go, and he didn't know Where to go...

Antidote

"Senior Zisang, how is it?"

Seeing that Zisang Bushou's luck was finished, everyone hurriedly gathered together, but when they saw the expression on his face, they all fell silent.Everyone was harboring concerns, bowed their heads in silence, as if unwilling to let their ears receive the sad news!

There was silence in the room, as if half a lifetime had passed.It wasn't until Zisang Bushou lightly coughed twice that everyone suddenly returned to reality.Only Zisang's voice revealed endless vicissitudes and exhaustion: "The toxicity is temporarily suppressed, and it will not recur within three days... After three days... it will be hard to say..."

"Master... woo..." Hui Xiang couldn't help sobbing softly.

Hua Ziqiu suppressed his grief and asked in a trembling voice: "The old palace master...there is no...other way?"

Zisang couldn't bear it because he couldn't live longer, and he didn't want to say this painful answer himself, but he still shook his head slowly helplessly, sighed again very heavily, slowly closed his eyes, and looked back. Turning around, I couldn't bear to look at the disciple lying on the bed weak and dying.

"This is the water of the Styx River... Even the Tang Sect can't help it... Sigh... It's been nine years, it's been a long time..."

It seems to be emotion, and it seems to be unwilling and reluctant, even if you try your best, you are still defeated by fate in the end-even if you don't want to accept it, so what?

People always don't understand until this moment, fate—it really is the most invincible thing in this world!No matter how stubborn your determination and will are, you will eventually fall in front of it, and you will never have a chance to get back up...

"Senior Zisang, you can't just give up like this... There must be other ways... There must be... You tell me! Senior, please..." Mu Ruoshi held back her tears and begged, but she still refused in her heart. Totally believe it all - too soon!People were fine just a moment ago, why did they reach a desperate situation the next moment?

"Unless there is an antidote from the Styx River, otherwise... after three days... the Daluo Jinxian is hard to save..." Zi Sang Bushou shook his head, looked back to the bedside again, and finally walked away with his hands behind his back and sighed. go.

"The antidote... By the way, foster father!"

Mu Ruoshi felt a ray of hope suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, she tried her best to reach out to grab it, but that ray of hope was as thin as a fragile icicle, as if it would shatter immediately with just a light touch...

"Father... no! We must find father..."

She muttered to herself, as if she was insane, trying desperately to recall every detail of getting along with her adoptive father, as if she wanted to squeeze out this short experience and squeeze out the most precious drop of oil at this moment!

However, Mu Ruoshi could only feel that at this moment, there was only chaos in her brain, as if there were thousands of tangled threads entangled in her heart, which could not be cut and reasoned out in chaos!Her mind was buzzing, and there were stars in front of her eyes... The more she tried to think about it, the more chaotic her mind became, and the more she couldn't figure out anything—she just felt like she was about to collapse!

splitting headache--

At this moment, all rationality and composure disappeared, and all the chaotic noises in my heart were finally overwhelmed by a rational voice, that is——he, hopeless...

"Do not--"

Mu Ruoshi yelled and rushed out, she rushed out of the door like crazy, rushed downstairs, rushed out of the lobby, and rushed into the torrential rain, at this moment, her brain was like a thousand roots The needles were pricking continuously, and my heart was full of despair!

She ran, ran...until she was exhausted, until her legs cramped from running, until she stepped on something and fell to the ground...

She fell into the mud, her body no longer felt any pain, she knelt there powerlessly, motionless, letting the heavy rain fall on top of her head, the rain washed away the undried tears on her face, but washed away her tears. Can't purify the haze and pain in her heart...

"Father—where are you—"

She yelled hysterically and cried hoarsely. No matter how many tears she shed, they were washed away by the pouring rain in an instant, leaving no trace, just like Tang Qingfeng was by her side, never leaving any trace. When the rain clears, everything seems to have never happened... How is it possible?

Even if there is no trace left, the pain in my heart will never be wiped away!

The icy rain soaked her whole body, but she couldn't feel a trace of cold, because her heart had already been numb, and she had already lost the sense of touch to feel the temperature!

"Father..." she murmured, her confused heart filled with despair, "Where...is..."

As if to vent, the first time I cried so unscrupulously, so helplessly, so regretfully!

Why didn't you ask for the antidote when you first met your adoptive father?Why didn't I ask my adoptive father how to contact him?Why didn't I look for my adoptive father early in the morning, but at this moment, the most critical moment... If she was at that time, if