Jianghuke

Zhong Qinghuan's expression moved slightly, and he looked at the person coming.

He was so weak that he couldn't even speak, and it took all his strength to hold the piece of broken porcelain, but his eyes were still cold and sharp like the snow that hadn't melted for a thousand years on a high mountain, just being looked at like this It makes people feel a little tingling.

Jiang Wuzhou stepped forward a few steps, grabbed the broken porcelain, supported him and said, "Qing Huan, calm down."

The strength that Zhong Qinghuan was holding on to was finally exhausted, and he slumped limply, his eyes rolled slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

Jiang Wuzhou nodded, and said to Cen Xi: "Please ask little doctor Cen to go back through the secret road first, Qing Huan said that he doesn't really want to see outsiders now."

Cen Xi: "?"

Cen Xi: "Did he talk?"

Jiang Wuzhou: "That's almost what it means."

After the people left, Zong Qinghuan relaxed a little, frowned slightly, and looked at Jiang Wuzhou.

"After you were poisoned, you fell into a coma for three years." Jiang Wuzhou said in a low voice, "Everything is fine in the pavilion, but... two days later, there will be a little trouble, and I need you to cooperate in a play."

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhong Qinghuan's eyes, and he immediately looked behind him.

"Cen Xi is the person I brought to take care of you, so don't worry." Jiang Wuzhou hesitated, and said a little bit forcefully, "I suspect that someone from the Baiyun faction colluded with Xuanzong and plotted against you. Until you get better, I won't allow Baiyun to take care of you." Pai took half a step into Qinglanyuan."

Zhong Qinghuan was startled, and looked at him with cold eyes.

Jiang Wuzhou lowered his eyes and said: "There is indeed something wrong with the Baiyun faction. No evidence has been found yet, but Zhang Huaiyuan is really suspicious. I swore a blood oath to the old pavilion master, and I will never harm you. Qing Huan, you Believe me this time, even though Master Yao of the Baiyun Sect is your blood relative, he is already old, so he may not be deceived by others."

Zhong Qinghuan shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, and after working hard for a long time, only some "sizzling" sounds came out from his throat, a trace of shameful anger appeared on his face, and he turned his head and buried it under the quilt.

Jiang Wuzhou stared at his back for a while, then tucked up the quilt for him, and said: "You should have a good rest first, and I will talk to you later when I have time."

For the next two days, Cen Xi could be described as miserable. This temperamental pavilion master is really difficult to deal with. He can be picky about a bowl of clear porridge for a long time, and finally he can make some noise. He will see you when he speaks. Jiang Wuzhou.

Jiang Wuzhou was so busy dealing with many details of the cleansing banquet that he really had no time to take care of them.

The temper of the pavilion master is even worse.

On the eve of the banquet, he finally found time to visit Qinglanyuan.

Cen Xi was squatting at the door, and when he heard the constant noise in the room, he suddenly became one head and two big.

Noon Qinghuan hugged the quilt, and said coldly: "You lit that glazed lamp, and the poison was also in the lamp, but you said you didn't know it. Who would believe it? Since Xuanniao knew you, the poison came from Xuanzong." , can he get away with it?"

"Qing Huan!"

"If someone insists that you poisoned me, do you know what will happen to you? Fortunately, this time Huaiyuan came here unluckily." Chu Qinghuan squeezed the center of his brows, and said wearily, "I told you three years ago Leaving Lingde Lake and looking for another place, you refuse to live or die. How can this Feihua Pavilion accommodate you?"

"But Qing Huan, with your current situation, you can't take on the position of Pavilion Master at all, and you still need someone to help you for a while..."

Noon Qinghuan interrupted: "You can keep doing it. Could it be that you are willing to leave when I get better?"

"You've said this countless times, so you don't need to test it again. Besides, I never thought of being the master of Feihua Pavilion, Qing Huan, why do you always want to drive me away?"

Zhong Qinghuan's expression became even colder: "You said that you are willing to be a shadow for a lifetime, even if I believe it, how many people in the Feihua Pavilion are willing to believe it? You also know the situation in the pavilion. The Baiyun faction has a special relationship with me. They are the only ones in the Feihua Pavilion who are fighting against the old sect. But all these years, you have been targeting the Baiyunmen who work in the pavilion, so how can I feel at ease?"

"The Baiyun faction has a lot of ambitions. After you are able to stand alone, you still keep filling Feihua Pavilion with people. It is clear that you want to become the puppet pavilion master. I am worried..."

"Enough! Don't you think so?! Don't you keep saying that it's for my own good? You just want to drive away the Baiyunmen so that the old faction can take over the power? Yes, those people follow your lead, even if the Baiyun faction withdraws from the Feihua Pavilion, You can also subdue the rest of the people and still respect me as the pavilion master. But have you ever thought that you are the one who can suppress them, and then I will be no different from a puppet!? Me, cough Cough cough!!!"

"Qing Huan, Qing Huan, you can't get angry..."

"Don't touch me! Get out!"

After a sound of tables and chairs overturning and porcelain shattering, Jiang Wuzhou was kicked out, and he didn't forget to close the door. Behind him, Cen Xi followed, angrily said: "What kind of broken pavilion master, dragged to the sky!"

"Shh!" Jiang Wuzhou quickly covered his mouth, dragged him to the yard, confirmed that the people in the room could not hear him, and then let go, "Qing Huan was not like this before."

"Humph."

"Don't blame him. My existence is indeed a big trouble for Feihua Pavilion. A few years ago, there were still some old sects in the pavilion who were unwilling to give up and wanted to push me to be the owner of the pavilion. There was a lot of noise."

"Why?" Cen Xi asked in a daze, "Chang Qinghuan has been the owner of Feihua Pavilion for so long, why should they just push someone else to be the owner of the pavilion?"

Jiang Wuzhou found a place to sit down, showing a slightly bitter smile: "Because of some old millet and rotten sesame seeds... I am the adopted son picked up by the old pavilion master, and before Qing Huan came back, I was always regarded as a young pavilion Raised by the Lord."

Cen Xi: "???"

It's no wonder Qing Huan needed the help of outsiders to take the position of Pavilion Master back then.This other is actually a legitimate heir, and he grew up in Lingde Lake since he was a child. He has accumulated a deep network and reputation, while Zong Qinghuan has nothing but a blood relative.

Cen Xi suddenly felt that Jiang Wuzhou was able to stay in Feihua Pavilion well, and it was amazing that the two did not fight to the death.After hesitating for a while, he said, "You...do you want to consider changing places?"

Jiang Wuzhou was amused by him: "Where else can I go? Besides, I have to take care of those who used to follow me."

Cen Xi was a little frustrated, thought for a while, and then said nervously: "Then tomorrow's dust-cleaning banquet, won't he talk nonsense in front of the big guys? For example, take the opportunity to drive you away?"

"No." Jiang Wuzhou smiled gently, "Qing Huan's heart is not bad, but she doesn't like me very much, and never thought of doing anything to me. You can rest assured."

The next day.

Jiang Wuzhou pretended that he just came back from outside, went to Qinglan Courtyard to meet Zhong Qinghuan, took a bath and changed clothes, put on the most commonly used faceless mask, and Shi Shiran appeared at the dust cleaning banquet.

Fang Huaiyuan looked like he was enjoying the show, and he all sneered: "Young Master Jiang, you are here, so where is the pavilion master?"

"The Pavilion Master is playing chess with my old acquaintance in the Qinglan Courtyard. I'll be there later."

"Oh? I'll wait and see."

Before the words were finished, a dumb servant hurried over, gestured anxiously, and yelled "ahhh".

Jiang Wuzhou's shoulders trembled, and he said angrily, "What!? Something happened to the pavilion master?"

"An accident?" Fang Huaiyuan sneered, "Don't you just direct and act on your own, just find a dead body to pretend to be the pavilion master?"

I saw a cold light coming out of its sheath in an instant, the eyes under the faceless eyes flashed coldly, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Zhang Huaiyuan: "Mr. Zhang, be careful that disaster comes from your mouth."

Fang Huaiyuan slowly raised his hand, took half a step back, glanced towards Qinglanyuan, and said, "Why don't we go and have a look first?"

Jiang Wuzhou stared at him for a while, then put away his sword, and said, "Let's go."

A group of people rushed to the gate of Qinglan Courtyard, and before they had time to push the door open, the door opened by itself.

Cen Xi was surprised inside and said, "Yo? There are so many people?"

"Zixi, how is the pavilion master?"

"The dim sum sent by the dumb servant has been mixed with Boxinsan. Fortunately, I know some medical skills, and I have a few anti-drug pills with me. I have already given it to the pavilion master, and there is no serious problem. It's just that Boxinsan is not an ordinary poison. The pavilion master may have to rest for a long time."

Fang Huaiyuan immediately shouted: "You are lying!"

With the script in hand, Cen Xi straightened his back and said, "Little brother, don't talk nonsense. Why did I lie?"

"Ordinary avoiding poison pills can't cure boiling heart powder at all. As long as it's in the Nine Pagodas' medicine warehouse, even if it's only on the first floor, it can't be solved by just a random avoiding poison pill." Fang Huaiyuan said, "Could it be you Is it Xuanzong's black witch? Mr. Jiang, you know that the master of the pavilion doesn't like black witches, but you still make friends with such people? It's nothing more than making good friends, and inviting him to Lingde Lake is too inappropriate."

"Damn!" Cen Xi spat, wishing he could cross his waist and scold this eccentric guy, "Forget it if you're ignorant, and you're wrong if you bark like crazy without knowledge. The witch has a good relationship, what's the matter with getting some anti-drug pills?"

"If it's not a black witch, then it's a doctor who hangs the pot to help the world. Who are you fooling, don't you know that these two groups of people are incompatible? Are they related? Hahaha." Fang Huaiyuan laughed sarcastically.

Seeing that the two of them were about to move their hands, Jiang Wuzhou interjected in a timely manner: "He is the medicine king Gu Cenxi."

Fang Huaiyuan was startled.

How could he have forgotten that there was such an outright alien who was rejected by Yaowanggu and expelled from the teacher because he went to pick up corpses with the black witch in the middle of the night.

Cen Xi took advantage of the victory and pursued: "That's right, I'm right. I heard about the Nine Pagoda Medicine Storehouse you mentioned by accident from a friendly black witch. It seems that you know better than me? Dare I ask, What is your background?"