After the Master's reinstatement

Lies are often a shortcut to the grave.

After the rain, the mountain forest is slippery everywhere, but the road up the mountain is well repaired, it is a smooth path, and walking is not strenuous, but to Yu Yan, every step he takes now is no less than a step back. Stepping on the sea of ​​fire at the tip of the knife with a heavy burden.

He admitted that he had just made a mistake.

It should be rejected decisively, but in the short space, Shang Yingqiu has already explained politely——

"I was instructed by you just now, and suddenly I was enlightened. There are sects who use the cold ice bed to cultivate, and the cold air can suppress the heart fire, which can get twice the result with half the effort, and Tangchi is a collection of the essence of heaven and earth. Make the dantian qi equal to the heat in the pool, the meridians will be unobstructed, and the yang qi will increase, which will definitely be of great benefit to the cultivation of disciples whose Taoism is unstable."

"... Then, um... okay, okay."

What a fart, I must have been sucked into my head by the miasma, so I couldn't find a reason to refuse.

Walking out of the room, they were surrounded by the unique humidity after the rain.

You can hear the gurgling sound of flowing springs everywhere on the road. The white air in the depths of the forest is steaming like smoke, and it looks like white clouds coming out of the mountain from afar. The hot spring here has the reputation of the first hot spring in the island. It was also named Jinchi.

Along the way, Yu Yan felt as if he had chickenpox, his whole body was so itchy that he didn't dare to touch it, and he couldn't retreat if he wanted to. He saw an archway with green tiles and cornices standing halfway, so he pretended to be elegant and admired it casually. The carved pillars on the top.

That's right, the ancients visited friends on a snowy night, went on a whim, and returned when they were exhausted. It doesn't matter if you don't see it, just feel it.

"A pool for bathing, and you have specially built an archway. Mr. Nan is really kind."

Shang Yingqiu walked ahead, then raised his eyes to look at the inscription on the plaque, "Looking at the style and material, it should be a gift from the Nanzhao royal family."

"Grandpa has really good eyesight."

The servant led the way to remove the moss, and talked about the history of the archway. He said that the previous king Duan and the princess were deeply affectionate, but they had been married for many years and had no heirs. After a while, the concubine successfully conceived a son, and a memorial archway was specially built here to commemorate it.

"That's why this soup is very famous. It can be bathed and drunk. We used to call it the Golden Pool. Since the princess was happy with his son, many wives and concubines of high-ranking officials wanted to come and soak in it. Now we call it the "Golden Pool for Sending a Son". hey-hey."

Yu Yan: "..."

The hot spring flows down from the rocks, and the mist in the pool is blurred, creating a scene of transpiration.

It's not that Yu Yan has never seen the body of his godson, but on the way to the middle of Shu, he saw it countless times in the wilderness.There are stone benches and tables for rest by the pool, and Yu Yan sat drinking tea without looking sideways until he heard a click.

The belt slipped off, and the buckle clattered to the ground.

The sound was like a stone falling into the lake, and Yu Yan raised his eyes in shock——

Over there, Shang Yingqiu was taking off his shirt and only his trousers, the lines on his waist and abdomen could be seen clearly.Yu Yan didn't know what he saw, and trembling ran from his spine to his forehead. Under the impact of dizziness, he hurriedly turned his eyes, and put his hands on his knees neatly.

Look, I'm not a broken sleeve, and I'm not a beast that is greedy for a young body. Have you seen less these days? Why don't you dare to watch it?

Just when Shang Yingqiu was about to enter the pool, he happened to look back at him.Yu Yan immediately staggered his eyes again like being hit by an arrow.

The young man came out of the water, put on his clothes, and asked him if he was too hot and stuffy, and if he wanted to go out for a rest.

Yu Yan stared straight at the young man squatting in front of him, from the dripping chin to the open shirt, a surge of anger surged up, and he stretched out his hand uncontrollably, towards the wet skin on his chest.

In the thick fog, two figures overlapped each other.

Not long after, the cabinet for storing sundries in the house was quietly opened from the inside, and a black shadow jumped out from inside.

Beside the cobblestone-paved soup pool, the two poisoned people overlapped and fell to the ground.The man in black clenched the blade in his hand again, the tip of the blade was quenched with poison, and a faint blue color flickered in and out of the fog approaching.He tentatively went to the pool, he didn't pay attention to the older man, first put his finger under Shang Yingqiu's nose, after confirming that it was correct, he raised the blade in his hand and stabbed straight to the heart, intending to kill him with a single blow.Not only did the tip of the knife touch his chest, a force burst out from the tip of the knife, and the short knife was shaken more than ten feet away.

——Oops, I fell for it!

The man in black didn't have time to think about it, he turned around and wanted to flee outside.Shang Yingqiu didn't let him run away, and hit with an elbow, there was a sudden "bang", water splashed everywhere, and the black shadow was sunk into the pool abruptly.

"Don't dirty your hands, I'll just go."

A man with tall legs and long legs had an advantage in the water, the water splashed, and the young man raised his long arms and threw him back to the shore.

It was also when Yu Yan came here that his mind was broken, spinning like a revolving lantern, and only after the young man secretly reminded him did he realize that something was wrong in the mist.

Someone first placed poisonous powder on the side of the pool. The powder melted into the water mist and had no smell. In addition to the pungent sulfur gas in the soup pool, with the help of the water temperature, the whole body would be paralyzed and apnea after smelling it for a long time.

"The people in the Nether Palace are so poor in martial arts, it's really—"

Yu Yan pulled off the mask, saw the man's appearance clearly, and was amazed.

"why you?"

The man in black is none other than Mr. Nan's grandson, Nan Zhengtian.

Soon, Nan Zhengtian was tied up like a zongzi and sent to old man Nan.

The Jianpai meeting hall was brightly lit, and a large gold-encrusted plaque with the words "Gaoyitang" hung high on one side of the hall. Directly below, Mr. Nan was sitting as the chief, and the elders in the door and the heroes of the Wulin League sat on both sides.Everyone was invited here temporarily, and they didn't know what was going on, pointing at the big wet rice dumpling in the middle and whispering to each other.

"Is this an assassin? I heard that he was caught in Jinchi."

"But isn't this the third brother of Dafang's family? Why was he beaten up like this? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Grandpa Nan saw that his grandson was beaten so badly that he looked like a pig's head and his face was dull. He also saw that Shang Yingqiu was still sitting on the chair, and he seemed to wait for everyone to come before he would speak.

He listened to his grandson's incompetent plea for help, knocked on the mountain and yelled at him to shut up, and then looked at the young man on the left, speaking very unpleasantly: "Master Shang, what did my grandson do to treat him like this? "

After half a cup of tea, Fang Yuan hurried over from outside, and as soon as Yu Xi read Jiafu entered the door, he felt that the atmosphere was strange and quiet——

Grandpa Nan's complexion changed several times, from flushed to livid and pale, he covered his heart with his hands, trembling all over, and he was relieved by the nourishing pill brought by the servant. The sound of a mosquito flapping its wings can be heard.

Who would have expected that the dead post that has caused a lot of trouble these days is actually a fake one.

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