Time is ugly.

Chu Qiuli's snoring came from the door and landed in the inn hall, resounding back and forth for a long time.

Su Muan supported his cheek with one hand and pressed the long knife on the table with the other, feeling a little drowsy.

When he heard that Jiang Lai had woken up, Fang Ziyu and Meng Liang took advantage of the night to check each other's condition. Only Su Muan, Chu Qiuli, Shijiu and her "master" were left in the inn.

For the 19th, Su Muan naturally would not have as special emotions as Fang Ziyu said. He was only fourteen years old and could not understand these. Besides, his father once said that for swordsmen, feelings are burdensome, and only the knife on the back of the waist is the most important thing for swordsmen. Well, of course, there is also the face on their face.

Although Su Muan doesn't like wine, he remembers this truth sincerely.

But at the same time, Xiao Shijiu is an important companion in Su Muan's heart, and it is also a duty to protect his companion as a swordsman.

So he forced himself to cheer up, shook his head and dispelled his sleepiness, and looked at the door where Zhou Yuan lived with bright eyes. His intuition as a swordsman made him realize that the old man must have something to hide in his heart, and he had to pay attention to him.

Squeak.

At this moment, a light sound suddenly came not far away, which was the sound of one foot gently stepping on the wooden floor of the inn.

"Who?" Su Muan, who was alert, lifted the knife on the table, pressed the hilt with his other hand, turned around and looked in the direction where the sound came from behind him.

And there, a petite figure was stopping behind him, looking at him with a smile.

"Zeventeen?" After seeing the other person's appearance clearly, the warning emanated from Su Muan's eyes dissipated, but he couldn't help but feel a little confused. Now it was already ugly, Su Muan didn't know why Shijiu didn't fall asleep, but instead appeared here.

"Brother Muan." Shijiu seemed to have not seen Su Muan's confusion, but instead smiled sweetly at Su Muan, and then called out crisply.

Su Muan was shocked and felt that goose bumps all over his body were standing up at that time. He knew Xiao Shijiu so well. This girl was a tyrannical girl and would probably not show such a look unless she had any requests.

The look of security that had just disappeared once again appeared on his eyebrows.

"What's wrong?" Su Muan asked.

"I can't sleep." Xiao Shijiu said softly, his head lowered, and suddenly a burst of blush appeared on his cheeks.

Of course, this should have been a wonderful scene where a girl is extremely shy and wants to speak, but after all, she is a child who is only eight or nine years old. This way she looks like she is not much beautiful, but it is a bit funny.

Su Muan, who had already become alert, naturally could not be confused by the way that Shijiu said. He said seriously: "If you can't sleep, practice knife. My father used to teach me this way, and he should spend every spare time in important places. Don't you want to learn kung fu?"

When Shijiu heard this, his eyes lit up and said in a delicate voice: "Then teach me."

"Teaching you? Haven't you taught it long ago?"

"That's something that Shinniao has learned. Wouldn't Brother Muan teach me something new?"

Su Muan frowned and said, "My father said that no matter how powerful the sword technique in this world is, he can't escape the chop, sweep, pick, and block. Now you have only learned the basics. You have to practice these four moves for four or five years before you can achieve a small success. So, I will not give you anything again until then!"

"Oh! Brother Mu'an!" Xiao Shijiu pulled Su Mu'an's hand and kept shaking: "Do you teach me something new? Or let's go out for fun together?" As Xiao Shijiu said that, he blinked at Su Mu'an, and he looked extremely cute.

But Su Muan looked at Shijiu in confusion and asked in confusion: "Fun? What's the fun about me and you?"

When Shijiu heard this, she was immediately angry. She seemed to have been greatly insulted, and her face turned down. She stamped her feet and said, "Su Muan!"

"Hmm?" Su Muan obviously didn't understand where he offended the nineteenth place.

"If you continue like this, you will not be able to marry a wife!" Shijiu scolded angrily.

"What's the matter?" Su Muan disagreed, but was about to say something, but Shijiu's hand suddenly waved at him, and a white powder suddenly poured into his nose.

"This..." Su Muan's expression suddenly became dazed, and his body began to shake. Then, after a few breaths, he fell to the ground.

"A little bit." Seeing Su Muan reaching the end, Shijiu proudly stuck out his tongue at Su Muan, made a face, and then looked at a door of the inn and said excitedly: "Master! Come out quickly!"

The door opened at this time, and Zhou Yuan's thin body poked out of the door at that time.

......

Two figures, one old and one young, sneaked out of the inn and came to a hidden place at the corner of Tongcheng Street.

Jingzhou, which was taken over by Da Chu, is imposing a curfew, and there are no pedestrians on the streets except for the updater and occasionally patrol soldiers.

The two stopped deep in the alley, and Zhou Yuan suddenly asked, "What exactly are you throwing at that child just now?"

Although Zhou Yuan's cultivation is not high, he has a wide range of knowledge. He has long seen Su Muan's extraordinaryness. Although the child looks only fourteen or fifteen years old and has not lost his childishness, his breath is long, and his cultivation is probably already at the realm of the world. Such a master is not said to be invasive of all poisons, but it is far from being damaged by ordinary poisons. What's more, the thing that 19th thing can actually make the other party fall into a coma in a short breath. Zhou Yuan, who is still a little researching about this, is very keen to realize that the white powder in the nineteenth hand must be from the master.

Shijiu looked up at Zhou Yuan, with a confused look in her eyebrows. She blinked her eyes and said in confusion: "Can Long San."

"This was given to me by the master. He said that he would sprinkle a handful of bad guys when I met them. Why did Master forget it?"

After saying this, Zhou Yuan's body was shocked.

Zhou Yuan did not have much cultivation and could reach a position almost as much as a judge in the Senluo Palace. In addition to the research on the demon clan that Senluo Palace needed the most, the other is the ability to observe the words and expressions.

But at this moment, he could not suppress the shock in his heart. It was not because he had never heard of this Shulongsan, but on the contrary, he was very familiar with this Shulongsan.

Because the so-called Qianlong San is a kind of drug he accidentally prepared when he was studying the demon clan under Senluo's command.

This substance has a very medicinal property. He once used about ten kilograms to make a demon king faint. Therefore, he also secretly thought that this substance might have a very strong effect on ordinary monks. However, he did not know the specificity because he did not have any experimental subjects.

But he never mentioned this Kuanglongsan to anyone, but just regarded it as a trump card that could save his life at a critical moment. However, Xu Han and others entered too suddenly at that time. He was in the Senluo Palace without thinking that such a change would occur, so he was not carried by himself. Otherwise, whether Xu Han and others could escape and ascend to heaven would be unknown.

"Can you borrow this thing to view?" Zhou Yuan asked in a deep voice when he thought about this.

"Master is so strange. Don't you have a big basket? Why do you have to look at me?" Shijiu asked very strangely, but his hand still stretched out at that time and handed a small bag of lubricated paper-wrapped dragon in front of Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan, who took the bag of trapped dragons, looked solemn and did not answer the nineteenth question. He carefully opened the oil-paper-wrapped thing, but the purpose was a white powdery thing.

This thing is no different from the Kuanglong San in his impression.

This made him frown, almost squeeze into a hill on his nose.

As he thought before, Kuanglong San was made by himself. Whether it was the existence of this thing or its formula, Zhou Yuan had never mentioned it to anyone. Why did this little girl have such things in her hands?

Zhou Yuan was a little confused, and the nature of the world was inevitably coincidental.

But even if someone made up such a thing by chance, how could the other party take out a name like him? Even if the other party takes out a name like him, why did his disciples happen to recognize him as his master again...

Even Zhou Yuan could detect the strangeness when he met such a coincidence.

He looked at Shijiu again with a calm brow and asked, "Does your master look like me?"

Shijiu tilted his head and said strangely: "Master, what are you talking about? You are my master. Could it be that you can look like something else?"

Zhou Yuan was confused when he heard this. He suddenly felt that all this was connected and contained a huge conspiracy.

Although the various raw materials required for Kuanglong San are not rare, if the amount of raw materials used for random amounts is half apart when preparing, the final things obtained will be greatly different from Kuanglong San. Even if the order of delivery changes, it will affect the obtained things. How can someone else prepare such things?

He then thought that Xu Han and others broke into Senluo Palace and kidnapped him, and what happened later seemed to be more like someone who set up a trap for him.

Do they want to make me confused, really treat this girl as my disciple, and then get that secret? Zhou Yuan looked at Shijiu and suddenly had such an idea in his heart.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that such a guess was very reasonable, otherwise he would not be able to explain the series of coincidences in front of him at this moment. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little secretly proud.

"Little girl, you want to lie to me, but you are still too tender. I guess this Kuanglong San was faked by you, right?" He glanced at Shijiu proudly and said in his mouth.

His hand also stretched out a touch of white powder. With his long-term invasion of this Taoism, he could tell whether it was true or false.

With this idea, he put the powder into his mouth.

"Master?" Shijiu was shocked when he saw this.

"Hmph, who is your master? This fake sleeping dragon..." Zhou Yuan sneered, but when he said this, he suddenly paused, his face became a little strange. He licked his lips, "No, it seems to be true..."

Before he could finish his words, a huge feeling of fatigue suddenly came and surged into his mind. His body sank and fell to the ground with the screams of nineteen.

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Chapter completed!