Chapter 19 Poisoning

After Shi Cundao introduced the story, everyone fell into a brief silence. The matter was very simple. It was the story of a talented worker being suppressed by the second generation of officials in the civil service exam. Wei Wuji was indeed a bit miserable. His career and love were hit by a double blow, but his subsequent actions also prove that this person's character is problematic - and I don't think he was treated unfairly. The final result was decided by the old emperor, which means that he just took a fancy to Shi Cundao. To put it bluntly, he knew what kind of people he wanted to use. Not to mention Shi Cundao is also very good. Even if he chose a deaf, mute, and lame person in the end, it has nothing to do with others. You can only say that the old emperor has a heavy taste, but you can't say that he is unfair.

Shi Fei broke the silence and said, "Father, what should we do next?"

Shi Chi said: "What else can I do? Since I come, I will be at ease. If my father and grandfather can defeat Wei Wuji once, we may not be able to do it."

Shi Cundao said in a state of mind: "You can't say that. Your grandfather and I combined two middle-level masters of the swordsmanship back then, and they only fought with Wei Wuji. This person's talent is the only one I have seen in my life!"

Shi Chi said: "Isn't my father already in the late stage of the sword master now? Where do you come from when I fear him?"

Shi Cundao said in a low voice: "According to a reliable thread, Wei Wuji has been promoted to Sword Saint."

"What?" Schi almost screamed: "Is it credible?"

Shi Cundao smiled bitterly and said, "He has been thinking about me over the years, and I have never forgotten him. He was unable to gain a foothold in the Honglie Empire. After the defeat of the Shi Mansion, he fled Heijis overnight. For so many years, I used the emperor's suspicion under Heijisb and did not relax my tracking of Wei Wuji for a moment. Speaking of which, this is also the only thing I have to use my power to seek personal gain for myself after becoming a marshal..."

Shi Chi said: "Wei Wuji has really been promoted to Sword Saint?"

Shi Cundao said: "Not only that, he dared to blatantly press the bloody handprint on our door. He was fearless. There were many people behind him to help him. Do you know who these are?"

"Who is it?"

Shi Cundao suddenly changed the topic and said, "Have you heard of the Three Color Stone?"

Before others could speak, I blurted out, "Isn't that a killer organization?" I'm probably the one who deals with Sanse Shi the most among the people present...

Shi Chi naturally would not be ignorant and didn't even know the most notorious killer organizations on the two continents, and said, "I heard that this organization has gathered many masters, divided into three branches of the Red Yellow and Green, among which the Red Altar is specifically responsible for assassination." He asked Shi Cun in confusion, "Is there anything Wei Wuji has to do with the Three Color Stone?"

Shi Cundao said word by word: "The Three-color Stone was founded by Wei Wuji!"

Shi Chi was even more surprised: "Would Wei Wuji create the Three Color Stone just to seek revenge on his father?"

Shi Cundao said: "It's probably that's it. Wei Wuji knew it was not easy to kill me, so he recruited a group of desperate people. Unexpectedly, he became a three-color stone that everyone on the mainland was afraid of talking about it."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little depressed, Shi Dong shouted: "Father, it's not that the child is arrogant. What three-color stones do I think are mysterious in the eyes of ordinary people. In fact, they are just a group of mysterious bandits. The child can level their nests with only 5,000 soldiers."

Shi Cundao said: "The three-color stone is indeed not worth worrying about, but Wei Wuji is sinister and cunning, and has high martial arts skills. If he didn't have the chance of winning this time, he would never be exposed in advance. You must not be careless."

Shi Dong saw that his father was worried about Wei Wuji's identity as a sword saint, and said, "The sword saint may not be invincible in the world. My father is in the late stage of the sword master. With our three brothers and Di Yang, the five sword masters may not lose to him, one sword saint."

I hurriedly said, "Add me six."

Shi Cundao said in surprise: "Has Wuro also advanced to the swordsman?"

I said, "Not yet, but it's OK at any time."

Stilyang took the booklet I gave him in the morning and said to Shi Cun: "This is the cultivation method written by the fifth brother. I am indeed about to break through to the sword master."

Shi Cundao looked at it carefully with his hands, his expression changed from joy to surprise, and then to shock. Finally, he slapped the table heavily and said loudly: "God will not let my Shi family down, and a genius like Goro came out!"

I chuckled and said, "Grandpa has gone too far."

Shi Cundao returned the booklet to Shi Diyang. After being excited, the old man suddenly felt proud and clenched his fist and said, "I have brought 1,000 elite soldiers from the camp to supplement the guards. You should be more careful when you go back. Since this old friend who has been in the past 40 years has come, we will fight him!"

The old and young people of the Shi family stood up together and said with a loud bang: "Yes!" The younger generation such as Shi Diyang had not experienced any battle formations. This time, when they encountered the enemy, they couldn't help but feel nervous and excited.

On the way back to the courtyard, I saw that the Shi Mansion was already filled with fully armed soldiers, patrolling everywhere in groups of three or three.

When I went back, Lu'e was standing at the gate of the yard and looking out, unable to help but ask me: "What's going on outside?"

I pulled her back into the house and said, "Grandpa's enemy is here to seek revenge. If you stay at home during this period, don't go anywhere."

Lu'e said, "Has that person finally arrived?"

I said unexpectedly: "You know, too?"

Lu'e said: "I grew up in the Shi Mansion since I was a child. Naturally, I know that every time there is a major festival, the old man has to strengthen his defense repeatedly. Didn't the eldest master come to see you a few times ago?"

I remember that time it was because I used my sword energy to poke a hole in the sky, and Shi Diyang brought people to patrol in a fussy way. Now, after all, the Shi Mansion has been shrouded in the shadow of Wei Wuji. To put it bluntly, it was like a frightened bird. This time his appearance may not be a relief for Shi Cundao.

After dinner, I kept looking at the wall stubbornly, and I was waiting for Su Jing.

When I met an opponent of the Sword Saint level, I felt a little unsure. Not to mention my scattered sword energy, I was not sure about the moves alone. The skills of the Sword God can help me beat Stilwell above the level, but Wei Wuji is a master who has been immersed in this for the rest of his life. If the situation was not for the special situation, I might not even be able to beat the bad Taoist.

But when you need someone, this person is often not by your side. I looked at the wall and the gods appeared for a long time, and Su Jing had no intention of appearing. Lu'e whispered: "What are you looking at?"

I came back to my senses and said, "Oh, nothing, I'll ask you, are you afraid?"

Lu'e smiled and said, "What are you afraid of if I'm a slutty life? Besides, the old man is the Grand Marshal. Can anyone in this world rush into the Marshal's Mansion to kill people?"

I groaned and said, "What have you seen?"

In the eyes of ordinary people, the General Mansion is a wall of iron, but after experiencing an assassination, I understand that the high-walled iron guard is simply a cloud in the eyes of a sword saint. The terrain of the Shi Mansion is complicated and very conducive to the hiding of the killer. Unlike the assassin that my mother encountered last time, we have to face a group of more professional assassins this time.

After nightfall, the entire mansion was three steps, one post, five steps, and one whistle, and the drums were even more overlapping. The soldiers patroled each other and responded to each other. The Shi Mansion almost turned into a temporary military camp.

Lu'e said he was not afraid, but he felt furious. He brought the bedding from the side room and hit the floor in the room where I was sleeping. Finally, he could barely spend the night. The next morning, Lu'e went to the kitchen to bring me breakfast. The Shi Mansion always had a unified distribution system. In addition to specially greetings to entertain guests and give small meals to the patients, he picked up meals from the kitchen for three meals a day. Naturally, the food treatments were different depending on his identity. So when the meal arrived, the servants from each room gathered at the door of the kitchen, and the flow was endless.

Today's breakfast was fried fruit kelp soup, a small bowl of three fresh noodles, a few dishes of fresh vinegar and spicy pickles, and a piece of sesame cake. Shi Cundao obviously knew the importance of breakfast, and it can be said to be very rich. After a night of digestion, my stomach was empty. I picked up the fruit and opened my mouth and was about to bite it, but someone suddenly kicked openly. Shi Diyang ran in and shouted, "Fifth brother, don't eat it!"

I wondered, "What's wrong? If you haven't used it before, let's go together."

Stilyang came over and beat the breakfast in front of me to the ground, and whispered: "There is poisonous in the rice!"

I was shocked and said, "How did you know?"

Stilyang said with a grim expression: "A few servants have already taken today's breakfast and were poured out by medicine."

"How did you get poisoned?"

Stilyang clenched his fists and said, "This is the other party's sinister place. I don't know whether the poison is in the water or in the noodles. Some people are fine after eating, while others foam at the mouth immediately after eating."

"This..." I looked at the dazzling array of breakfast on the ground, so I had to swallow and said, "Forget it, I won't eat it anymore."

At this time, guards were ringing the gong and issued warnings everywhere, asking everyone to gather the breakfast they received into the yard to destroy it in a unified manner. It was related to personal safety. People dared not believe it, so they had to bring the breakfast outside in groups to wait for the next instructions.

Stilyan said to me: "Go to patrol with your elder brother, you should do something for your family."

I nodded and followed Stilyang to the former drill site. I saw the people who were dumping fresh food on the ground from basket to basket. They were originally empty-handed in the morning, but they could not eat the golden fried fruits, but no one dared to bet on their own life at this moment. They couldn't help but look sad.

Stilyang looked calm with his hands behind his back, and saw with his own eyes that all the breakfast had been cleaned up before asking his subordinates: "How many people were poisoned in total?"

The man said, "Go back to the eldest master, there are 12, and there are two older mothers who are almost out of reach."

Stilyang said with a blue face: "Go and find Lao Huang for me!"

Lao Huang is the chef of Shi's Mansion, the head of the kitchen. He is able to compete with the chief executive of Shi's Mansion until now. He naturally doesn't need to do anything by himself. He is moving from the front line to the administration. At this moment, he ran over sweatyly. He knelt in front of Shi's mansion with a long distance, kowtowed and said, "Master, what happened today has nothing to do with me."

Stilian suppressed his anger and said, "Get up and talk."

Old Huang twisted his fat body and got up from the ground, stood aside with his hands hanging down, and expelled himself repeatedly. Stilyang said impatiently: "Didn't you find anything unusual when cooking today?"

Lao Huang thought for a while and said, "No."

“There are no suspicious people in the kitchen?”

Old Huang said: "No, either."

"Are you sure?"

Old Huang smiled and said, "I can't guarantee anything else, but there are only about 20 people in the kitchen, all of whom have been dealing with the young man for more than ten years. I won't admit my mistake."

Stilyan couldn't ask why, and said in a sarcasm, "Why are there anyone who is poisoned?"

When Lao Huang heard this, he knelt down again and said in a mournful way: "I really don't know this little one."

I walked around from behind Stilyang and reminded him: "The oil and noodles I used this morning are not expired or other problems, right?"

Lao Huang said aggrievedly: "Look at what the fifth young master said, our mansion has its own oil refinery, which uses high-quality soybean oil, and the rice and flour are all new rice and noodles that have just been collected this year."

I murmured: "It's neither gutter oil nor genetically modified. It seems that it's only Wei Wuji who has mixed the additives for us..."
Chapter completed!