"Handler Pei's medicine has been replaced?"

Zheng Weiqi frowned and sat in the teahouse. After thinking for a while, she had no idea. The sword energy and anger rose: "What clues do you know? Where did that bottle of fairy spring come from?"

The immortal spring used for healing was maliciously replaced with corrosive poison, which is by no means a small matter that can be laughed at.

Ningning has informed the elders of this matter, but now there are few clues. Even if they agree to the investigation, it may be difficult to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

"That bottle of fairy spring was brought back by Pei Ji from the clinic."

Ning Ning said: "When the doctor saw that he was seriously injured, he specially sent a bottle. At that time, the clinic staff was complicated, and many medical practitioners, rescued girls and the people in the city were all in the museum. If someone took the opportunity to change the medicine, he would not be easily discovered."

He Zhizhou looked at her with concern: "Nothing happened to your legs, right?"

"The elder of Su Wentang has seen it for me. The poison is not fatal, and it can burn the skin at most."

Ning Ning shook her head: "But the strange thing is that I smashed it at that time, and a black demonic energy clearly oozed out from it... But later the elders came to investigate again, but found that there was no breath and no trace of it was found."

"Demonic energy? Could it be that the demon cultivator is making trouble, right?"

Lin Xun had never experienced life and death dangers and strong winds. After hearing this, his face turned pale, his eyes were filled with worry and fear: "My father said that although the demons were defeated after the war and almost disappeared, there were actually survivors hiding everywhere - but they had no grudges with Junior Brother Pei, why did they deliberately hurt him?"

Ningning couldn't figure it out either.

Moreover, when it comes to the demon clan, the soul refining technique used by Luo Yuanming is obviously an extremely cruel secret method of demon cultivating.

He was born in the right path and could never have the opportunity to contact him. The only possibility was that he had contact with the surviving demon cultivator when he passed by the desert.

Moreover, the demon's cultivation is definitely not low.

"No matter what, today is a blessing in disgrace."

Zheng Weiqi sighed, thinking so much that her head hurts, and pressed her hands on her temples: "Tomorrow will be the annual lantern festival in Luancheng. After the lantern festival, there will be the second round of the ten method meetings - I heard that this time the competition system is completely different from the usual, and the degree of danger has greatly doubled. If you are seriously injured before the ritual, there will be no hope."

Luo Yuanming's scandal was revealed, but the ten methods still have to continue.

Ning Ning had heard of it before that the Dharma Assembly was divided into two rounds, the first round was a secret realm trial, and the second round was often a duel between disciples, and a one-on-one elimination system was adopted until the last person left on the field was decided.

However, although this competition system has been passed down for a long time, it has very serious disadvantages.

There are thousands of Taoism in the world of cultivation and hundreds of schools of thought. In short-term competition, they often cannot play their full advantages. What's more, duels are based on strength and are lighter than strategy. It is difficult for medical practitioners, music practitioners, Buddhist practitioners and beast control sects who have weak offensive nature to win.

So at the suggestion of Luo Yuanming, after discussion among the elders, the competition system of the second round of this year was changed.

"Although the elders kept the news tightly, according to the gossip, "He Zhizhou was mysterious," it seemed to be more exciting than the first round of battle royale."

When Ningning heard him speak, she couldn't help but remember the information that Luo Yuanming had accidentally revealed to her.

It was false to meet Gu Yuelian by chance, but the method of repairing the sea of ​​consciousness should be true. According to him, in order to treat Wen Hemian, there are still fewer rare spiritual plants with more than two rare items, and one of them is in the secret realm that needs to be visited in the next round of Dharma Assembly.

But there seems to be no other secret realm to enter in Luan City.

At this moment, the storyteller did not come on stage, and there was a little leisurely and quiet in the teahouse.

Ning Ning was still dazed when she suddenly heard a very magnetic low male voice: "What a coincidence, I've met you again."

Ah, this sound.

She raised her head in a complicated mood, and indeed saw the extremely familiar face of the young lord of Jialan City.

Jiang Si twitched his lips, curled his smile, pointed to the empty seat beside him and said, "Can I sit here?"

"That, I actually wanted to ask before."

He Zhizhou raised his right hand and turned into a curious baby who asked if he didn't understand: "Where did the young city lord learn how to laugh in a profound way? I remember you didn't laugh like this before."

Jiang Si raised his eyebrows with a smile and said lightly: "I want to thank Miss Zheng."

Seeing Zheng Weiqi's puzzled look, he snorted: "Jiang studied the bibliography given by Miss Zheng all night, and accidentally discovered a certain pattern-"

"Among all the words, 'Clicking lips and smiling' appeared 281 times, 'Chasing eyebrows' appeared 189 times, 'Slight humming' appeared 146 times, and 'Dan Dao' appeared 563 times."

So he took it seriously and did it one by one.

It’s a pity that my muscle cramps after practicing too many times, which doesn’t look like “curling my lips and smiling”, but rather like a possessed ghost and thrusting my mouth wildly.

Zheng Weiqi took a breath and held her forehead, barely letting out a breath. In order to prevent the person from speaking wildly again, she took the lead: "How far has the plot progressed over your side?"

She was talking about the super thick and large book "The Record of the Flow and Moon of Cultivation" that Jiang Si recently observed and studied.

Jiang Si is rarely asked by her on his own initiative. Hearing this, he squeezed out a low smile that had been mentioned 438 times: "Xuexiao is almost dying."

He spoke calmly and did not notice it at all. The man sitting next to him, who was writing and painting from beginning to end, paused.

The man turned his back to them and could not see the exact appearance. If he took a few steps forward and looked at it briefly, he would be extremely surprised to find that it was the storyteller in the teahouse.

——Mr. I finally had a rest for a while today, but as a hardworking social animal with great professional qualities, even in my spare time, I have to persevere in my storytelling materials.

By chance, he happened to meet the Xuanxu Sword Sect and his group.

Tian Xianzi personally said that he was very popular in Luancheng and was a strong competitor to the top ten methods. The gentleman sat quietly for so long, and when he heard the name "Xuexiao", he couldn't help but frown.

He had never heard of this woman's name.

"You mean the incident where she was imprisoned in the cellar by Master Zhenxiao?"

Zheng Weiqi tried hard to recall the plot: "Or was Mr. Ji putting a love Gu on her?"

The hand holding the pen trembled violently.

What a powerful secret to the sect! There are so many grudges and hatreds among the sword cultivators! The storyteller is excited!

“None are not.”

Jiang Si said coldly: "I treated her as a substitute and abused her in every way, but in the end she wanted to take her blood to treat me, the white moonlight on my dying, which is the case of Miss Ningning."

One after another, the gentleman's eyes were so surprised that he was lying on the table and writing quickly, and the pen almost sparked.

Zheng Weiqi was a little dissatisfied: "The most outrageous thing is that I was crazy about falling in love with Master Zhenxiao, and asked the disciples in the sect to block her in the alley and beat her, warning Xuexiao not to be connected with Master Zhenxiao - what is the thought in this head!"

Ning Ning supported her cheeks with her hands and said with a smile: "I am also deliberately making things difficult for Junior Brother Lin Xun because of my secret love. Do you still remember that she suddenly had blood in her orifices when she met Zhenxiao Sword Master? It was just that I took the poison I put on."

Terrifying! This group of terrifying women from the Xuanxu Sword Sect! How could they say such words in such a relaxed tone!

The storyteller's right hand holding the pen was trembling and gritted his teeth so that he would not scream out in anger.

He Zhizhou looked at her in shock: "It's you?"

Hearing his incredible tone, a normal person finally came to the gang of demons.

The gentleman showed a grim smile from the corner of his mouth, and was ready to witness the scene of punishing evil spirits with his own eyes, but he heard He Zhizhou continue, "Didn't you agree to be with me? In the end, he actually had a crush on Junior Brother Lin Xun?"

I'm sick!!! Is this the point!!!

"What does this matter?"

Ningning's tone was as calm as if she was discussing whether to eat or not: "Didn't you always be in love with Xue Xiao? People are born with two legs. Is it worthy of them if they don't chop them?"

He Zhizhou suddenly realized: "It makes sense! By the way, I remember that you seem to be interested in Pei Ji. For so many boats, be careful not to shudder, otherwise we men who love you deeply will feel distressed."

Pei Ji was originally wandering outside the conversation, but when he heard this, his eyelashes trembled, he lowered his head and drank a sip of water.

Storyteller:...

This idiot was actually convinced. He was exhausted. This group of people was not normal.

"I really don't understand. What's the point of you men? It's no wonder she ended up like this if she insists on finding true love in the garbage dump."

Zheng Weiqi was very disdainful, and her tone was filled with a hint of regret: "If I were her, I would definitely be devoted to practicing swordsmanship. When I ascend to become an immortal in the future, I would press you dog men to the ground and beat you."

"Can she loves me? If I don't love her, it becomes a sin? That woman should not forget her identity, but just a tool for me to warm the bed."

Jiang Si was not convinced. He opened his mouth and refuted, but suddenly he noticed someone approaching him. He quickly shut up for a moment, turned his head and turned his eyes.

"Ah, isn't this the young master of Jiang Si in Jialan City?"

The person who came was a plump woman. Although she didn't look outstanding, she could tell at a glance that the price was very expensive. The woman covered her lips and smiled, and reached out to hand over a small object wrapped in white cloth.

"Yesterday a girl came to my Qixiufang and said she admired the young city lord very much. She specially asked the shop to make a jade bone fan overnight and asked me to send it to me personally."

Jiang Si coughed lightly, his expression and tone were faint: "Girl? Oh—it turned out to be that one. I just thought she was joking, but I didn't expect to make one."

The owner of Qixiufang pursed his lips and smiled, and then left with whispers. Liu Jiangsi and the people at the table stared at each other, but Lin Xun said first: "Jade Bone Fan? I remember it seems to be quite expensive."

"Ha, it's just a small thing that the followers insist on giving away."

Jiang Si lowered his eyes and sneered, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and his slender fingers fell on the packaging cloth: "I heard that the girl told the boss's wife specifically that she would embroider the fan with an oversized 'Young City Lord' - why bother? I never cared about such a false name."

Ning Ning leaned over and leaned over to Pei Ji's ear and whispered: "I think this 'follower' may be himself."

As a man, he has to earn some face for himself in front of others.

Jiang Si was crushed by Senior Sister Zheng before, and it was the weakest momentum. If the boss of Qixiufang sent this "little thing that the followers insisted on giving to each other" in front of them, it might be possible to save a small amount of face.

Pei Ji breathed slowly because of her sudden approaching, and then said "hmm".

The fabric wrapped outside is disassembled layer by layer, revealing the delicate and compact folding fan inside.

Jiang Si suppressed the smile on his lips, and with a little force on his index finger, the fan surface was like a sudden spread of butterfly wings, pushing it apart and folding it in front of everyone's eyes.

But I saw the jade bone fan radiant light, reflecting the pearl-like embellishment in the sun, and a string of big words were embroidered on both sides of the fan:

[The super big young city lord is great].

The most fear of the sudden quiet air.
To be continued...