The next night, Wu Maxi came to Bei City as agreed, but did not find the man selling medicine. He thought that the man had changed the location of his stall, and searched the entire Bei City, but still found nothing.
Wuma Xi had no choice but to calm down and wait, because he urgently needed those pills.
Recently, he feels more and more pressed for time, and his normal cultivation speed cannot satisfy him, so he would rather spend huge sums of money to buy elixirs to speed up his cultivation.
When the night market was over, the man still didn't show up. In Wu Ma Xi's impression, that man was not the kind of person who would break an appointment. However, when he looked around the market, he saw that everyone was deserted. Wu Ma Xi sighed,
Turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute." The man's voice came from the darkness, a little urgent and painful.
Wu Maxi turned around and looked into the darkness without saying a word.
Not long after, I saw the man appear under the streetlight, lying on the ground, crawling over with difficulty with both hands, dragging his legs feebly, leaving two terrifying blood trails on the ground.
The man's face was full of panic and he was sweating profusely. As he crawled, he shouted: "Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Wuma Xi walked in front of him, squatted down, weaved a kapok stick and planted it on him. The man's condition immediately improved a lot.
He grabbed the lapel of Wu Ma Xi's clothes and said in a quick and trembling tone: "Help me, you must help me." After saying that, without waiting for Wu Ma Xi's reply, he continued: "Tomorrow morning, you will
Go to the Yanliu Pavilion, turn over Yang Luqiu's cards, and help me take care of her for a day. Don't let anyone else in, otherwise she will die."
After hearing this, Wu Ma Xi roughly understood what was going on. It was just that he could not agree to this request. He was about to make a new plan. His identity was very sensitive now and could not be seen in the light. And Yang Luqiu's side was not a peaceful place.
It was easy to be targeted. Although I felt a little guilty in my heart, I still said without hesitation: "It's impossible."
The man grabbed Wu Ma Xi's clothes tighter and repeated tremblingly: "You must help me, you must help me."
Wu Ma Xi opened his hand and said: "Elixir."
The man shook his head and said, "You have to promise me, you must help me."
Although he felt pitiful for this man, Wu Ma Xi could not agree to such an exchange. Being involved in such a vortex would be harmful to himself. He stood up, turned around and left. Although it was a pity that there was no elixir, he still
He made a decision very decisively, and listened to the man begging behind him without stopping.
"It was you who hurt Ma Xingfeng, I know, I know it was you." The man's voice came from behind, like a struggle before despair.
Wuma Xi suddenly stopped and turned around. His scalp was numb and his face was ugly.
The man was just guessing at first, but when he saw Wu Ma Xi's reaction, he immediately confirmed his idea and said: "I can help you make elixirs and do anything for you. The elixir you asked for to speed up the swallowing last time, I
I can also help you refine it for free, but you must help me."
Wu Ma Xi knew that her reaction was too intense and that the other party had seen through her. At this time, it was no longer a matter of pills. He knew better than anyone else how powerful and ruthless Ma Erye was. After calming down, he said coldly: "You
Aren’t you afraid that I’ll kill you and silence you?”
The man didn't know how to answer, so he just murmured: "I know how to make alchemy, you must help me."
Looking at him, Wu Ma Xi couldn't bring herself to kill anyone. She was silent for a long time, and finally chose to compromise, carrying the man on her back and walking to the hospital.
Seeing Wu Ma Xi's expression and actions, the man knew that the other party had promised him, so he finally relaxed and ignored his own injury. He kept nagging the whole time: "You go there early tomorrow morning, and you tell Lu Qiu that I'm fine."
, I just have some things to deal with, and I will go see her in two days. By the way, my name is Ju Hansong..."
Wu Ma Xi walked slowly with him on her back, listening to his chatter all the way. Suddenly, her eyes felt sour, and she said coldly: "Shut up."
The sound behind him stopped immediately, and after a while, the chatter started again.
Wu Maxi practiced in the medical hall for three hours, and then hurried to the Yanliu Hall because Ju Hansong urged him to arrive before four o'clock.
Wu Ma Xi ran all the way and finally arrived at her destination on time. After asking around, she found out that she would have to wait five hours before the cards could be turned over. She had to curse an old liar's famous saying, "Who are you trying to trick, mother?"
Once they arrived, they made peace with her, so Wu Ma Xi stayed in the courtyard. At about eight o'clock, people came to the courtyard one after another to wait. From their words, Wu Ma Xi knew that the goal of these people was to raise Lu Qiu, and she understood a little bit.
Juhansong means.
Looking at these jackal-like men in front of him, Wu Maxi could feel the panic and pity of the pair of mandarin ducks. However, he still did not regret everything he had done. If he had to do it over again, he would do it again without hesitation.
Give him that folding fan. In his life, hatred is far more important than love and compassion.
At around six o'clock, Yang Luqiu got up. After dressing up and having breakfast, it was almost seven o'clock, with a look of expectation on her face. At this time every day, the familiar sound of flute would always come from the courtyard.
She waited quietly, and a man's face appeared in front of her eyes, with strong outlines, but his beard and hair were a little messy, and his face was full of loneliness and sadness.
"That's good, there's nothing wrong with it." She smiled and wiped away the tears from her eyes.
Seven o'clock has arrived, and there is no sound of flute.
Yang Luqiu began to fidget, wondering if there might be an accident. This speculation lasted for two hours, making her increasingly frightened.
At nine o'clock, the door opened.
A young man came in, with a sharp profile and a cold expression. Yang Luqiu's face turned pale, and he stood motionless in the corner, staring blankly at him.
Wu Ma Xi looked at the woman in front of her. Over the past few days, her life had had many intersections with her, and it was only then that she saw what she looked like. She was very beautiful. Although she was standing in the corner with a pale face, she still covered up her face.
I can't stand her beauty.
Wu Ma Xi withdrew his gaze and ignored her. He sat on the bed and took out the "Preliminary Principles of Artistic Conception" to study it. He soon sank into it and ignored external objects.
After a long time, he suddenly heard a heavy muffled sound. He looked up and saw Yang Luqiu lying on the ground, unconscious. Wu Maxi cursed secretly. When he came here, he was being coerced.
My mood was not very good to begin with, and now trouble has come again.
The person had collapsed and could not be left alone. Wu Maxi reluctantly carried her to the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then weaved a kapok fragrance for her.
Yang Luqiu woke up soon. Seeing this, Wu Maxi felt relieved. He looked around the several-foot-square room, found an open space, spread it with cowhide, sat down and continued studying.
Soon it was night, and the turtle slave knocked on the door to remind him that the time was up. Wu Ma Xi put her things away, turned and left.
"Hansong, has something happened to him?" Han Luqiu asked tremblingly. She had been holding this question in her mind for a day.
Wu Ma Xi stopped, stood for a moment, and said, "He had his legs broken."
Although Ju Hansong repeatedly told him not to tell, Wu Ma Xi still wanted Yang Luqiu to know.
Wuma Xi didn't wait for her reaction and walked out of the door.
The next day, Wu Maxi showed up at Yanliu Pavilion on time again. As soon as she entered the room, Yang Luqiu couldn't wait to ask: "How is Hansong's injury? Does it matter?" The whole night of suffering made her face haggard.
, with two dark circles under his eyes,
Wu Maxi stared at her face and said: "He is in the hospital and will be fine soon, but he delayed it for too long and may be a little lame." Then he ignored her and went straight to sit in the corner where he studied yesterday.
There was no communication between the two. Wu Maxi concentrated on studying, while Yang Luqiu was rustling something with needle and thread beside her.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Wu Maxi got up, but was stopped by Yang Luqiu, who handed a silk handkerchief into his hand and said, "Please, help me bring this to Hansong."
Wu Maxi took it, put it away, and was about to leave when Yang Luqiu asked again: "Can you bring me a dagger?"
Wuma Xi thought for a moment, took out her short blade and handed it to her, stared at her for a long time, and wanted to say something, but in the end she did not speak, and turned around and left without saying a word.
Ju Hansong unfolded the silk handkerchief on the sickbed, and what was embroidered on it was a pair of mandarin ducks, lifelike and affectionate.
Wu Ma Xi looked at Ju Hansong, who looked like he was crazy, and was confused for a moment.
In the next few days, Wuma Xi and Yang Luqiu still talked little. Yang Luqiu only asked a few questions about Ju Hansong's condition occasionally, and the rest of the time was mostly silent. Wuma Xi was busy studying, and Yang Luqiu would help him.
She poured tea and mixed the paints for him to draw six views. Occasionally, in a hazy state, Wu Maxi would feel that the life in front of her was very good and comfortable.
On the seventh day of the first lunar month, Wu Maxi came to Yanliu Hall at four o'clock in the morning. A boy from Yanliu Hall was also there, sitting with him until dawn.
After eight o'clock, there were gradually more people in the courtyard. When it was almost nine o'clock, a middle-aged piao guest came. This man was very familiar to Wu Ma Xi. We had seen each other in this courtyard these days, and he was depressed by Wu Ma Xi.
One of many piao customers.
When the man walked past Wu Ma Xi, he seemed to be muttering to himself: "One person is lame, and another one comes, relay?"
Wu Maxi pretended not to hear and ignored it.
The boy in front who had been sitting with Wu Ma Xi for half the night stood up and said, "Master Hu, please."
That Mr. Hu said "Hmm", walked forward calmly, took over the boy's position, casually took out a few gold coins from his arms, and threw them into the boy's hands.
Wu Maxi's face suddenly changed color. He did not expect that Mr. Hu would use such a trick. At this time, Mr. Hu was ranked first. When the cards were turned over, he would definitely turn over Yang Luqiu's card.
Anticipating the subsequent development of the plot, Wu Maxi only felt that her heart was severely blocked. A few days ago, he could ignore Yang Luqiu being bullied, but now he could not.
The few piao patrons at the back seemed to be in high spirits and kept cheering Mr. Hu up.
When nine o'clock arrived, the middle-aged man raised his hands to the piao friends behind him, strode forward to turn over the cards, and then walked towards Yang Luqiu's room amidst the congratulations of the piao friends.
"Master Hu, wait!" Master Hu was about to push open the door of Yang Luqiu's room, but was stopped by Wu Ma Xi. He stepped forward quickly and held Master Hu's left hand with a smile on his face, like an old man.
It was like a friend reminiscing about old times, but a little Jingzhe's artistic conception had already entered Mr. Hu's body along his arm.
Before Xiao Jingzhe's artistic conception had time to show its power, he suddenly encountered a sledgehammer-like artistic conception, and was instantly smashed into smoke. That Mr. Hu opened his mouth wide.
"ha!"
A violent wave of sound swept towards Wu Ma Xi, and his mind was instantly washed away by the wave of sound. His chest felt extremely tight, his throat felt fishy, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell to the ground.
"This piao guest is actually a Jing cultivator." Wu Ma Xi lay in front of Yang Luqiu's room, his eyes struggling.
Mr. Hu lowered his head and looked at it, and said coldly: "Ya San, I've been putting up with you for a long time." After saying that, he pushed open the door and his expression changed immediately.
Yang Luqiu stood facing the door, holding a short blade in her right hand, hanging on the right side of her face. As soon as the door opened, she slashed it without hesitation. In an instant, she saw a ferocious wound on that beautiful face, and there was blood.
The gurgling water is shocking.
Yanglu Qiudao handed over his left hand and pointed at the left side of his face. Without saying a word, he stared coldly at the door with a cold and stubborn expression.
Mr. Hu was startled. He saw Yang Luqiu standing there for a long time, sighed, turned and left. When he walked past the counter, he took out a handful of gold coins from his arms and slapped them on the counter, saying: "All day long.
"
The piao friends in the courtyard immediately started making noises, and condemnations came one after another.
"Lao Hu, you are not authentic!"
"Yes, it's so untrue. How can you be like those two bastards?"
"Lao Hu, I misjudged you! I curse you for not being able to get into Su Yue'er's bed tonight."
Mr. Hu waved his hand and said: "There are so many women in the world, they are pitiful enough, there is no need to force people to death. I, Hu Ling, let me go today, you, these bastards, if you come again, you will be
You can't get along with me!" This passage is too long, and Mr. Hu's way of speaking in a few words is used to its fullest extent.dd