The rising sun casts a soft light, and a dreamlike mist envelopes the entire mountain peak. The green leaves are covered with crystal dew, reflecting the passing carriages and horses, making it lush and hazy.
Such a fairyland-like place is actually a concentration camp for poison masters that is feared by the entire world - West Poison Peak.
It's noon in a blink of an eye.
The door to the most high-profile and gorgeous room in Xidu Gate slowly opened, and an old man in colorful clothes who was over fifty years old but full of energy came out.
He stretched and looked like he had just gotten up.
Dressed in a silkworm brocade robe embroidered with a giant python of gold silk, a hair crown inlaid with beads, and boots inlaid with jade, the whole person shines dazzlingly because of the luxury of this outfit, and you cannot ignore his presence no matter where you place it.
Without hesitation, he walked out to the most remote courtyard.
But the strange thing is that when he approached the courtyard, he tiptoed, hid behind the wall and stretched his neck to look inside, and he did not forget to check his surroundings from time to time for fear of causing any noise. Coupled with his gorgeous dress, the whole scene was a bit funny.
This scene happened to be seen by the second disciple who came over. He suppressed his laughter and asked, "Master, why are you acting like a thief in your own home?"
The old man was not angry, but looked like he was facing a formidable enemy. He hurriedly covered the second apprentice's mouth with one hand and kept his voice as low as possible, "Keep it down, keep it down! Don't let Jinse girl hear it!"
"Uh...uh uh..."
The second apprentice could only make a whining sound and make gestures with his hands and feet, as if he wanted to explain something to the old man.
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he was ignited with hope, "Jinse girl is really gone?" He let go of his hand.
The second apprentice gasped for air while replying, "Yes, Master. Didn't you say yesterday that no matter how much money you give, you can't teach the little junior sister? You didn't see the little junior sister and her brother after getting up today."
You must know that Master is as addicted to money as his life. As long as you are rich enough, you can let Master, the master of the sect, go around and do it. However, the little junior sister can make the master even ask for money to let her go down the mountain. It is conceivable that the little junior sister wants the master to
The headache is so severe that it affects the entire Western Poison Sect.
"but……"
The second apprentice seemed to have thought of something, and added another sentence, but with a little more hesitation, "Junior sister took away...a little something when she left." After finishing the words, he carefully observed the old man's reaction.
"What!"
The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he ran into the rooms in the courtyard like the wind. He was stunned for a few seconds when he entered one room, and was stunned for another few seconds when he entered another room... There were only four words left for him, nothing.
The gold-inlaid Tenglong murals, the South China Sea crystal pavilion curtains, the purple nanmu Xiangyun tables and chairs...the fist-sized luminous pearls, as long as they could be moved, were gone, leaving only an empty room with four walls.
"Okay! Another strike from Master!"
The old man was so angry that his voice trembled, he jumped on the spot, and his beard burst out. He immediately ordered his second apprentice to chase him non-stop. With so many things in the yard, could he still get far?
【002. Full moon night】
Unexpectedly, the second disciple replied directly: "According to the wheel marks on the grass blades on the mountain road, Junior Sister and the others have left the West Poison Peak two hours ago. Master, are you still chasing me?" Haven't Junior Sister already spotted you, Lao Wucai?
Do you have a habit of getting up? I'm afraid I can't even find a ghost now.
Walking back and forth, walking back and forth, the old man kept circling in the courtyard, blowing his beard and staring. Before he could say "Chase me", he saw another disciple running over panting.
With a panicked look on his face and sweat profusely on his forehead, he reported out of breath, "Master, it's bad... the West Poison Pavilion has been stolen!"
…
Night falls quietly.
The disc-like silver moon hangs high in the sky, casting light and making the earth look more hazy and mysterious.
It's another... full moon night.
Everything is going according to Tang Jinse's plan.
She touched the three pills in her arms, and the corners of her lips couldn't help but raise, with a sly taste. Although she and Ayu were moving separately, it was a little "inconvenient" for her tonight, but thinking of the reaction of an old man in Xidumen,
She then... suddenly became enlightened.
The evening breeze was slightly cool, and there was a moist smell in the air.
Tang Jinse was alone by the pond. Her face was abnormally white, and now it was almost transparent under the moonlight, as if she would be transformed by the moonlight at any time.
She stretched out her hand and gently touched the red silk covering her eyes. She sighed softly. Even though her eyes were dark, she still raised her head as if looking at the moon.
Why are you round again?
It has been fifteen years, and maybe I should get used to it, but at this moment, it is still difficult to move in the wild mountains.
Two inches of red satin bound her eyes, and as the evening breeze danced behind her head, her slender body inevitably looked a bit thin.
The moonlight infects the pool, making it desolate.
"Girl, are you admiring the moonlight over the pond?"
A magnetic male voice suddenly sounded, but the soft tone was so harmonious with the tranquility.
Facing the sudden stranger, Tang Jinse did not show any panic. Instead, he calmly asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?" He was able to approach her quietly. Was it because she was too devoted? Or was it because of his inner strength?
Unpredictable?
A moment of silence.
The man's joyful laughter radiated from his chest, sounding like a clear stream flowing through the mountain stream. "I should have asked the girl this question."
The night is quiet, the water is gentle, and the woods are rustling.
Tang Jinse, who is dressed in white, has a pale face, but her eyes are still covered with blood-like satin. Red and white are flying in and out, shrouded in moonlight, looking like a fairy but not a fairy, like a demon but not a demon, and everything is weird.
She was stunned for a moment, then smiled knowingly, "Don't worry, I'm still a human being."
"Then please don't worry about me, girl." The pleasant voice came to mind again, and the man looked up at the moon, "Can you tell me now whether you are admiring the moon?"
"yes."
Tang Jinse didn't show any pretense and answered in a gentle tone, as if he was sighing.
She raised her head again, as if looking at the moon, even though all she saw was darkness.
"The direction is wrong, the moon is behind the girl."
"..."
Tang Jinse coughed a few times, said thank you and turned around.
However, the moment she turned around, she ran into the arms of a man, with a strong and muscular chest, a touch of ambergris and body temperature, and a soft and warm breath, exuding an inexplicable attraction.
Such a "genuine" intimate contact with the opposite sex made her cheeks heat up slightly, but at the next moment, she frowned, the heat dissipated, and said with an extremely certain tone: "You are injured."
As the last note fell, the night returned to its original quietness and tranquility.
There was a trace of strange waves in the air, and time stood still, as if something was about to happen.
The man squinted his eyes, his eyes always falling on the red silk covering her eyes, and without any hesitation in his tone, he asked, "Does the girl have the ability to see through things?"