Jianghuke

Noon Qinghuan leaned against the tree to rest, frowning and thinking.

Tianshui Town had already sent people there, but the clues about the human skin mask arrived a bit late, so maybe they had already run away.If Jiang Wuzhou changed his face, then his search was really a waste of money.

It's better to take that kid Cen Xi as a hostage and force him to show up...

"Pavilion Master! Pavilion Master!!!"

"Why are you arguing?" Chu Qinghuan was interrupted from thinking, and raised his eyelids impatiently, "Shut your mouth shut again."

"No, Pavilion Master, we caught someone on the mountain." Feihong said, "It's Cen Xi, a former disciple of Medicine King Valley."

Noon Qinghuan: "?"

I fell asleep and just sent a pillow to the door.

After a while, Qinghuan regained his energy: "It's a good job. Bring me here, and I'll take a look."

"Let go of me! You... let go!"

Someone pushed him from behind, and Cen Xi fell to the ground with a thud, and fell into the mud. Then he saw a pair of soft boots stepping on the snow and stopped in front of him.

A slightly delicate scabbard stretched out, provoking his chin.

Zhong Qinghuan lowered his eyes and looked down at him, as if he was looking at something extremely disgusting, and after a while, he asked, "Where is Jiang Wuzhou?"

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Oh, really?" Zong Qinghuan said coldly, "If you don't want to say it, it's fine. Feihong, turn this mountain over and search for me. If you want to see people and dead bodies. As for this kid, just find a place Throw it away."

"Pavilion Master wait a minute!" Feihong handed over a small kit, "Pavilion Master please take a look at this, I found it from him."

Zhong Qinghuan untied the drawstring suspiciously, and when he saw the half of the crystal-clear glass pendant, his expression changed instantly.He lightly kicked beside Cen Xi, and said, "Where did you come from?"

"... Picked it up."

After hearing a "snap", Zhong Qinghuan slowly retracted the hilt of the sword, looked coldly at the red mark on Cen Xi's face, and asked again: "Where did it come from?"

"Pick it up."

"Don't cry if you don't see the coffin." Chu Qinghuan unceremoniously hit him hard again, "Say!"

Cen Xi fell down in the snow and shivered, his mouth was covered with blood, and he said stubbornly, "Pick it up, pick it up."

"Feihong."

"The subordinate is here." Feihong knew that the Pavilion Master was really annoyed this time, so he didn't dare to show his anger, and said respectfully, "What is the Pavilion Master's order?"

"Ask for me." Zhong Qinghuan's face turned frosty, "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

Cen Xi struggled violently, his tears rolled down into the snow mixed with blood, and he roared indistinctly: "Zong Qinghuan! You are a bastard who doesn't know what to do! Brother Wuzhou misses you so much, but you don't even have a way out!" Refuse to give it!"

"What did you call him?" Chu Qinghuan had already walked away, but when he heard this, he turned back and showed his sword hilt, "Call him again?"

Cen Xi was terrified of being beaten, so he shrank, holding his head and sobbing, feeling that he was going to die in the hands of this villainous pavilion master in the next moment.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice sounded in the wind and snow. It was very soft, but it was heard clearly.

"stop."

At this moment, even Zhong Qinghuan was stunned, looking at the familiar figure behind the tree, he said in a daze, "...Wu Zhou?"

Jiang Wuzhou slowly stepped over the overgrown branches and grass leaves, brushed past him, turned a blind eye, bent down to help Cen Xi up, and said, "Why are you so careless."

Cen Xi had a sore nose and said sullenly, "Brother Wu Zhou."

"nothing."

Zhong Qinghuan stood where he was, watching him hold the young man in his arms, and softly comforted him, his feet seemed to be rooted, unable to move, a cluster of sparks burst out from the bottom of his heart, nibbling away bit by bit, burning the A long-standing heart lock.

"you……"

"Long Qinghuan."

This call made his heart go cold.

Jiang Wuzhou patted Cen Xi on the head, turned towards him and walked towards him, his footsteps were a little unsteady, as if he had exhausted all his strength to walk in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Don't make it difficult for Zixi, I'll just go with you. "

Zixi?

Zhong Qinghuan's face twisted slightly.

However, there was no room for thinking, and no time for him to question him. In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wuzhou swayed and fell down. If he hadn't hugged him quickly, he might have fallen to the ground.

"Wu Zhou? Wu Zhou! My forehead is so hot, this injury...what the hell is going on!?"

Cen Xi didn't care about being afraid, so he rushed forward and quickly touched the pulse gate, grabbed Zong Qinghuan's sleeve, and said, "I beg you, take him to the clinic in Tianshui Town... Injury, the fever has not subsided all day and night, and I am about to burn to death... Please..."

Zhong Qinghuan was so startled that he could hardly speak, and after a while, he took off his cloak, wrapped it around Jiang Wuzhou, and shouted: "Feihong!"

"Now, the horses under the mountain are ready and ready to leave at any time."

"Take him too, don't kill him."

"Yes."

The small medical clinic in Tianshui Town had many disasters, and a group of people broke into it again.

Noon Qinghuan went in and walked around, thought the clinic was too small and shabby, so he only bought some medicines, turned around and rented the inn across the street, settled Jiang Wuzhou, and then brought Cen Xi into Tianzi Room No. [-], said: "Just prescribe the medicine, and prescribe the fastest and safest prescription. Don't worry, there are no medicinal materials that Feihua Pavilion can't get."

Dr. Cen was so moved that tears were about to flow down his face. He sat there frantically writing, his swollen cheeks mumbled vaguely: "Great, great..."

After Zhong Qinghuan finished giving his orders, he went out to fetch something and came back, threw it in front of him, and said, "Be quiet, don't howl. You can use this and apply it, it will reduce the swelling."

Cen Xi was startled, and looked at him cautiously, but didn't dare to take it.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you." Probably feeling that the words were not convincing, Zhong Qinghuan coughed and explained reluctantly, "I gave him the lotus glass pendant. You have a bad reputation." Great, I thought...you were conspiring with the black witch to kill him."

Cen Xi: "...?"

Cen Xi: "Nonsense, obviously you want to harm him."

"Me? How is that possible?" Zong Qinghuan frowned, thinking about the old and new scars on Jiang Wuzhou's body, his expression became solemn, "What happened after he left Lingde Lake? Tell me."

Cen Xi scribbled a few conclusions, and after finishing writing the prescription, he raised his head and said, "I asked knowingly, didn't you let those people hunt down Brother Wu Zhou? We hid all the way to Tibet, were forced into barren mountains, and were surrounded by heavy snow..."

Noon Qinghuan knocked on the table and said, "I didn't ask you to chop the head off."

Cen Xi thought for a while, then started talking about the colored glaze pendant he picked up, hiding the absurd part in the middle, and said simply: "...I heard a dispute in the house, and while Fang Huaiyuan wasn't paying attention, I smashed him with a vase Dizzy, and then escaped with Brother Wu Zhou. We fled to the barren hills, and later... you all know."

"You swear that everything you say is true?"

"I swear."

"That bottle of medicine, take it out and show me."

"...You don't have it yourself, what do you look at, pretending." Cen Xi muttered twice, and reluctantly handed over the medicine bottle.

Noon Qinghuan took it, and slowly rubbed the pattern on the bottle with his thumb, without saying a word, after a long while, he slowly said: "I never poisoned him, let alone said I wanted him to die."

"It's useless to tell me." Cen Xi whispered, "Brother Wu Zhou was so sad that he made me throw away that glass pendant... Hey, where are you going?"

Noon Qinghuan grabbed the prescription, walked out of the room quickly, closed the door, and said, "Feihong, find someone to collect the medicinal ingredients on these prescriptions, and send them here before dark without any delay. Then go back to Lingde Lake , fetch the antidote for me."

"Yes. What else does the Pavilion Master have to say?"

"I want……"

Zhong Qinghuan finally couldn't suppress the fury in his heart, and slammed his fist on the door frame, shaking Doctor Cen who was in the room so that he fell to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

The sword rattled in its sheath, the corridor lamp was dim, and there was a faint layer of blood on the sheath of the rapier.

Feihong swallowed hard.

"I want all the disciples of Baiyun to get out of Feihua Pavilion, not one left!" Chu Qinghuan seemed to have a handful of blood-stained frost, with a strong look of anger floating between his brows, and he wanted to grit his teeth with hatred, "And That Fang Huaiyuan, a bastard that even dogs hate, watch if I skin him alive!"

The author says:

Take out a big pot of old dog blood