Wait a minute, heroine

Dozens of large and small ships were moored on the banks of the Lanhe Wharf. The market was crowded with people, all the taverns and inns were full, and many people stood at the windows to listen.

In an inn near Linjiang, a Jianghu guest who had just come from Bayang City was sitting in the middle of the lobby, holding a bowl of wine in his hand and saying vividly:

"That Chu Hao was usually very high-ranking and had no intention of corrupting his character in private. He was pregnant with his beloved and didn't want to be a concubine, so he slapped him out of the house. It is said that he vomited three liters of blood on the spot..."

"hiss……"

"This bitch..."

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On the second floor of the inn, Luo Ning, wearing a curtain and hat, stood behind the corridor fence. Her temperament was quite cold, but her cheeks behind the gauze were filled with anger. It seemed that she was aroused by the gossip in the world and wanted to raise her voice. The sword helped the poor woman kill the betrayer.

In the room behind, Xue Baijin was sitting beside the tea table, with a candle lamp beside him and a cold iron mace in his hand, which he wiped slowly with a handkerchief.

Although Xue Baijin looked stern, he was actually listening to the gossip below. If Ye Jingtang hadn't already taken action, with Xue Baijin's violent temper, he would have gone back and beat Chu Hao to paralysis later.

Xue Baijin and Luo Ning had followed the Qingjiang River to Lanhe Wharf a few days ago. The purpose of this trip was to go to Xiaoshan Fort in Jiangzhou. On the way, they would pass through Yazhou, Yunzhou, Zezhou, and Wuzhou, almost crossing the Wei Dynasty, and rely on a river. Obviously, a small awning boat is not enough, and running on legs is even more tiring. If we stay here, we are waiting for the big ship that goes directly to Jiangzhou.

Because the journey is too long, and winter is about to begin, although there are ships, the goods are not fully loaded and we will have to wait for two days depending on the situation. I have nothing to do, so I am here listening to the nonsense of the charlatans.

Soon, the people in the world below said:

"Fortunately, Ye Daxia, our divine dragon, was present at the time. Ye Daxia can become the overlord of the world, but he is willing to be a clerk in the yamen. This is not because he is greedy for power and salary, but because he hates evil as much as he wants. Be a selfless and selfless Qingtian to the people..."

"Didn't I hear that Ye Daxia works as an errand in the imperial court because he was favored by the current Prince Jing..."

"It's because of Ye Daxia's integrity that King Jing of the current Dynasty took a fancy to him. This does not conflict with hatred of evil. Let me not talk about King Jing, let's talk about our Holy One. Faced with such a talented person, I am afraid... "

"Hey! Do you want to die?! If the nonsense spreads to the ears of the Yamen, can my inn still be opened?"

"Hehehe..."

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Xue Baijin listened for a moment, his heart moved slightly, he put the mace flat on the table, stood up and came to the door, glanced at the three religions and nine schools below, and asked:

"Ning'er, have you considered these issues?"

"Um?"

Luo Ning was secretly delighted that my man was so powerful. When she noticed Bai Jin coming over, she quickly transformed into a cool heroine and said calmly:

"What to consider?"

"You come from a martial arts background, with poor kung fu and mediocre abilities. You only have the face of 'the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world'..."

? ?

Luo Ning took a deep breath, causing the little watermelon to bulge:

"Xue Baijin, can you be more tactful when you speak in the future? My martial arts skills are just mediocre compared to yours. If you put it in the world, I can be considered a real master of the inner sect..."

Xue Baijin continued: "Even if you are Wu Kui, your status is not as good as the queen of the imperial court. It will be difficult for you to become a eldest lady after you get married. You have a fierce temper. What if you are not happy if the queen asks you to be a junior in the future? manage?"

"..."

Luo Ning was really hesitant after hearing Xue Baijin's words. After all, this is the truth. The Queen will not be willing to be her sister. Even if the Queen agrees, if the empress comes to parachute and the thief asks her to be the boss, she will not dare to accept it. But she is obviously the little thief's first woman...

Luo Ning thought for a moment, pretending to be calm and said: "I never care about this. What would you do if you encountered this kind of situation?"

Xue Baijin's answer was quite straightforward: "Whoever refuses to accept will be beaten, including Night Terror Hall."

"..."

Luo Ning thinks this method is good, and Bai Jin has the courage, but she obviously doesn't have the ability. After thinking about it, Shui'er is more reliable.

If she was as coquettish as Shui'er, she wouldn't be able to control the Sanniang Queen to death...

Luo stared downstairs, his mind wandering with random thoughts, and he even forgot to pay attention to what was being said below.

Naturally, Xue Baijin was not distracted. After giving Ning'er a mouthful of poisonous chicken soup, he continued to listen to the whole story of the Hongling Villa incident. When he was wondering how Ye Jingtang stirred up the snow with one shot, he moved his eyes slightly and noticed a familiar sound. The figure flashed past the street outside the door.

?

Xue Baijin's eyes showed a hint of surprise. After turning his head to look, he said:

"I'm going for a walk."

Luo Ning was thinking about how to possess Shui'er's skills and completely ignored Xue Baijin's words...

——

Ye Jingtang ran out of the forest farm with Fan Qinghe on his back, and it was just dark.

The Night Terror Hall has a bathing in fire figure to protect the body. Chronic toxins are not afraid at all, but the principle is that the body keeps detoxifying until it recovers as before. Although it will not be hurt by the poison, consumption is inevitable.

After squandering all his energy in the pine forest, and then carrying Fan Qinghe out of the forest farm for dozens of miles, Ye Jingtang also felt out of breath. His forehead was covered with sweat, but it was still within the tolerance range.

Fan Qinghe, on the other hand, was even more miserable. He was stained with the juice of the roots and vines of the rotten bone grass. He couldn't hide from the poisonous dust floating in the air. He was also poisoned by snow moth scales, black feather grass and other qi-blocking hallucinogenic drugs. He was basically paralyzed, with his arms hanging down on his back, turning into a ball of cotton.

Ye Jingtang hugged his thighs and felt that the back of his palms was hot. He was afraid that something might happen to Fan Qinghe, so he asked:

"Can you hold it?"

Fan Qinghe has taken some antidote and his expression is quite stable:

"You can't die, but you need to get some medicine and find a place with a medical clinic."

It is not safe for Ye Jing Tang to return to Banan Town now, and the only nearby population gathering area is Lanhe Wharf, the main port of Banan. There is a contact person from Honghualou Yazhou Hall on the wharf. Benben and the others can also arrive tomorrow. There, he quickly arrived at the riverside.

It was almost October, and there were not many ships on the pier. However, because of the major events that had happened in the past two days, there were quite a few people in the market, and everyone was noisily discussing the affairs of Hongling Villa.

Ye Jingtang entered the town under the cover of darkness and found an inn not far from the medical center. After putting Fan Qinghe on the bed and lying down, he went down to the room to get some hot water and ran up again.

The lights were lit on the table, and Fan Qinghe was lying softly on the pillow, his face was pale and sweat was hanging on his forehead. He had little strength under the influence of the snow moth scales; the black feather grass confused his mind, and his eyes were still a little dazed.

Ye Jingtang put down the basin, sat down next to the bed, wrung out the hot towel, and wiped Fan Qinghe's cheek:

"What to do now?"

Fan Qinghe moved his fingers slightly, indicating the belt hanging many items around his waist:

"First remove the snow moth scales. Once the snow moth scales are removed, I can prepare the medicine myself."

Ye Jingtang had been hit by snow moth scales before, so he knew how to deal with it. He held Fan Qinghe's waist and turned her up.

Fan Qinghe went out, wearing a red and yellow winter skirt. The belt was actually a waist bag, and it was placed diagonally on the hips at the back. It contained bottles, cans, silver needles, concealed weapons, etc. It was tied quite firmly for slimming. .

Ye Jingtang opened the buckle of his belt, dug out the needle bag, and looked at the row of silver needles on it:

"Prick your arm to inflict poison now?"

Fan Qinghe and Wang Taiyi's method must be different. Wang Taiyi can get it done with one shot, but she has not yet learned such a superb level, so she said:

"It will take several injections. Just follow my instructions and control the intensity."

Ye Jingtang took out a silver needle and looked up and down:

"Where to stick?"

Fan Qinghe's eyes moved downward: "Do you know where the Xiaxi point on your left foot is?"

Although Ye Jingtang did not have medical skills, he was a martial arts practitioner and knew the acupuncture points of the human body very well. He moved to the end of the bed, lifted Fan Qinghe's left foot, took off his shoe, and exposed his white socks.

Fan Qinghe was lying flat on the pillow, with his slender left leg supported by a man. This angle looked quite strange, so he moved his eyes to the side.

Suo Suo~

Ye Jingtang untied the rope and pulled down the socks. His white bare feet suddenly appeared under the candlelight. Their perfect shape and skin were like white jade. The blood vessels on the instep could be faintly seen. They felt extremely smooth when held in his hand.

Fan Qinghe arched his toes slightly, then quickly put on a calm expression, and quietly glanced at Ye Jingtang. When he saw that Ye Jingtang was concentrating on holding the silver needle, and did not look disgusted, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief:

"It's really troublesome to let a man like you do such a thing."

No matter in the Southern or Northern Dynasties, asking a man to wash his feet and massage his feet was considered disrespectful to men. Fan Qinghe was obviously worried that Ye Jingtang, a powerful man with great martial arts skills, would mind.

But Ye Jingtang obviously didn't feel this way, and even secretly reminded himself to abide by the way of a gentleman and not to think wildly. He held his white bare feet with one hand and asked:

"How to pierce it?"

"Just pierce it, as slowly as possible. I'll remind you when it's done."

"good."

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang inserted the silver needle into the acupuncture point between the toes. The technique was delicate and slow, and he was very careful.

Fan Qinghe felt quietly and found that Ye Jingtang did not dare to take the needle, so he said softly:

"Deeper."

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt..."

Ye Jingtang's eyes moved, and he didn't know where to think from the conversation. He coughed silently to suppress his distracting thoughts, and inserted the needle in place according to the instructions.

Ye Jingtang concentrated on inserting the acupuncture according to Fan Qinghe's instructions. He originally thought that like Dr. Wang, it would be done in one or two injections, but in the end, the acupuncture started from the toes all the way forward and reached the Liangqiu above the knee.

Ye Jingtang rolled up his thin pants that were stained with some soil and pushed them above his knees. He placed his calf across his knees and slowly inserted the needle. His eyes were focused on the silver needle in his hand. He did not look up his legs, but he did feel a little worried. Hesitant, after all, it’s time to cut the trouser legs if you go further up...

Fortunately, this kind of mentally challenging situation did not occur. After Ye Jingtang finished piercing the Liangqiu point, Fan Qinghe's body began to feel hot and his face turned red. Then he coughed twice, turned over and lay on the edge of the bed, coughing. A mouthful of black blood came out.

"cough--"

Ye Jingtang's eyes were slightly frightened, and he quickly came to him and held his shoulders:

"What's wrong?"

"Ahem..."

Fan Qinghe took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his mouth:

"It will be fine once you cough up the poisonous blood, don't be nervous."

Ye Jingtang secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After confirming that there was nothing strange about Fan Qinghe, he relaxed his shoulders:

"Then what?"

Fan Qinghe untied the snow moth scales, and gradually recovered the strength of his limbs. He stood up on the bed, retracted his legs, sat on the bed, and pulled out the silver needle from his leg:

"Hand me the medicine clip."

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang took the medicine clip from the end of the bed and was about to hand it to Fan Qinghe, but when he turned around, he paused slightly.

Fan Qinghe was sitting on the bedside, with his legs bent and his head lowered to pull out the silver needles from his feet. Although the rolled up trouser legs were not exposed, from the front, the thin trousers were very wrapping, and the small slit of the camel toe could be clearly seen. …

Ye Jingtang sensed something was wrong, so he naturally didn't look at Little Crescent Moon carefully and quickly looked away.

Fan Qinghe's perception was quite amazing. When Ye Jingtang's behavior stopped, she felt something was wrong. Looking up from the corner of her eye, she found that Ye Jingtang tilted his head and looked outside, wondering:

"What's wrong?"

Ye Jingtang handed over the medicine folder, sat forward so as not to face the door, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect Miss Fan to be so full of energy so quickly."

"?"

Fan Qinghe was almost exhausted, and the black feather grass made his brain a mess, but he didn't feel alive. She just smiled after thinking about it, took the medicine folder, and took out various medicines from it:

"I thought you were losing your mind... Let me say hello to you in advance. The Qin Chi tribe and Dong Ming have been married for generations. Princess Tianlang counts my elder sister according to seniority, and I count her as you... Well... Alas, it’s all in the past, and it doesn’t really matter. I’m not using my seniority to pressure you, so don’t worry too much.”

Ye Jingtang naturally didn't think so much. He moved the small table over, got the tea set, asked Fan Qinghe to prepare the medicine, and asked:

"Shall I buy you some medicine?"

Fan Qinghe nodded and explained the required medicinal materials, pestle, cupping pot, etc.

Ye Jingtang was naturally very agile. He immediately left the inn and went to the pharmacy not far away. He bought the necessary equipment and returned to the inn room.

Fan Qinghe was extremely experienced in medicine. He pounded the purchased medicinal materials into powder and prepared the required potion. After taking it, he took the bamboo cupping pot and prepared cupping to completely remove toxins from the body.

But cupping is obviously a bit difficult to do by yourself.

Ye Jingtang had been sitting nearby and looking around. When he saw Fan Qinghe holding the cupping pot with a hesitant expression on his face, he said:

"Let me help you."

Fan Qinghe blinked his eyes, but didn't say much, he just said:

"Sickness does not warrant medical treatment, thank you very much."

As he said that, he put down the curtain first, and then started rustling.

Ye Jingtang waited with his back to the canopy bed. After a moment, he heard Fan Qinghe say:

"Okay, come on."

The night terror hall lifted the curtain, and it was seen that Fan Qinghe was lying on the pillow, holding the quilt on both sides of his armpits, only his snow-white back was exposed, and nothing else could be seen, as if he was wearing a backless dress.

The coolness on Fan Qinghe's back made him feel a little uncomfortable after all. He turned his face to the inside and asked:

"Do you know how?"

"Yes. In the escort agency, we used to cup each other to remove dampness."

"That's good……"

Ye Jingtang didn't look around. He used a bamboo skewer to light a fire and inserted it into the bamboo tube. He burned it for a while and then covered it on Xue Ni's back.

"hiss……"

Fan Qinghe raised his head slightly and bit his lower lip, although it took him a long time to comment:

"If you use this technique in a medical clinic, you will be beaten every day..."

"Well……"

Night Terror Hall feels that his technique is good, but a bit rough, purely the style of northwest men. Seeing that Fan Qinghe was disgusted, he smiled and said:

"In the past, escorts were cupping each other, but they never touched girls. With such a good back, it's really a pity for me to do cupping."

"Actually, it's not bad. You'll get familiar with it after more practice..."

Ye Jingtang knew that Fan Qinghe was nervous, so he didn't stare at it after finishing it, and drew the curtain again:

"I'm going to boil some hot water. Call me when you're ready."

"Um."

Fan Qinghe secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he was covered by the curtain. He lay on his back with his pillow in his arms, closed his eyes and concentrated on adjusting his body seriously...

——

"Ye Daxia shoots him down, guess what?

"What's wrong?"

"At that time, tens of thousands of people in Bayang County saw a tornado appear on the Broken Dragon Platform, sucking up all the water in the Qingjiang River, and rushed straight into the main hall of the Chu family..."

"Ouch——!"

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The moon is on the branches, and the exaggerated accents of storytellers can be heard everywhere in the dock market.

In the kitchen behind the inn, Ye Jingtang stood in front of the stove and heated hot water. He seemed to be listening to the stories told by the storyteller in the distance, but his eyes were a little absent-minded, and he kept recalling some inappropriate things in his mind.

For example, on the day Huniu Niu fainted in the bathtub, the pink and white crescent moon accidentally revealed her true appearance.

The moment Sanniang got down from the bed in the boudoir and sat directly on her face.

There was also the scene where Luo Nuxia was treating him for the first time, her eyes were filled with shame and anger, and she pinched the waist of her trousers, and then she was slowly pulled away by him...

If it weren't for the dim light in Canyang Pond, I really couldn't see much, and I would probably have to add a big clue...

Ye Jingtang didn't know why he was thinking about these scenes. He wanted to calm down and get rid of distracting thoughts, but the more he stopped thinking about it, the more confused his mind became. He guessed that the black feather grass must be causing trouble...

Just as I was thinking wildly for a moment, white mist came out of the water in the pot.

Ye Jingtang came to his senses, put the hot water into a wooden bucket, and carried it out of the kitchen to go back to the room.

But as soon as he stepped out of the door, he was shocked to find a figure standing next to the door!

The figures were standing next to the door, only two feet away from each other. They were wearing white clothes, their faces were pale, and they were silent and motionless. You can imagine how scary they looked at night.

! !

Ever since Ye Jingtang became a military leader, he had never been touched within three feet of him. He was caught off guard when he saw a ghostly figure standing in front of him, and he immediately grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand.

But the ghostly figure standing at the door to scare people could touch this place silently, so it was obviously not an ordinary person.

Click! Click!

Ye Jingtang's sword could not come out more than three inches before the opponent slapped the handle of the sword and pushed it back into the scabbard. At the same time, the raised right hand was also blocked.

Ye Jingtang's reaction was extremely quick. The moment his right hand was intercepted, he had already switched to the wind palm. His hand followed the air and deflected the opponent's forearm. At the same time, he pressed his shoulder against the opponent's arms and tried to knock the opponent away.

But just as he made his move, Ye Jingtang realized who was in front of him, and secretly thought something was wrong in his mind. The moment he put his shoulder against the opponent, he forcibly withdrew his strength to avoid injuring the opponent.

But what Ye Jingtang didn't expect was that the person in front of him was floating in the air. When he leaned on his shoulder, he could only feel that the other person's body was like catkins in the wind, sliding along his shoulders, unable to exert any force at all.

If it weren't for the two soft obstacles with big ups and downs, you might not even feel that you bumped into someone.

Ye Jingtang leaned forward and completely released his strength, then quickly retreated, wanting to stop and speak.

But the person in front of the door didn't know why. When he stopped, his momentum surged. He stretched his right hand forward and grasped the handle of the knife.

Choking——

A cold light flashed at the door!

Ye Jingtang's eyes changed slightly, and he quickly took half a step back and raised his hand:

"Wait a minute, Heroine! I'm on my own..."

Xue Baijin stood in front of the door, wearing a cloak and white jade armor. His facial expression could not be seen, but he exuded a cold and majestic air from the inside out. He held a knife in his right hand and pointed it at the Night Jing Hall. After a moment of silence, he spoke hoarsely:

"Encountering a powerful enemy on a narrow road, life and death are only a matter of seconds. Why did you suddenly withdraw your strength?"

Ye Jingtang raised his hands slightly and said helplessly:

"Didn't I recognize the leader?"

"You recognized him and bumped into him?"

"I'm not good at studying, I can't hold my strength, my, my, my..."

"..."

Xue Baijin asked because Ye Jingtang's rubbing was neither light nor heavy, just right, as if it was done intentionally.

Seeing that Ye Jingtang didn't seem to be a fake, Xue Baijin slowly calmed down his momentum, held up a sword flower and threw the Chilong Sword behind his back:

"The response is very fast. You must keep up with other aspects, otherwise this talent will be wasted."

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