"Don't forget your identity at any time." Song Jiang nodded slightly with some satisfaction, but then frowned and turned away, not knowing where his eyes fell: "Don't forget that we came to Liangshan to Luocao, what exactly is it?
for what?"
Hua Rong felt Song Jiang's words ringing loudly in his ears for a long time. His temples were beating sharply, and his mouth was as dry as if he had sand in his mouth.
Why? It was for a dream of Song Jiang.
Hua Rong initially believed that helping Song Jiang realize this dream was his lifelong goal.
But later, Hua Rong discovered that Song Jiang's dream began to twist and deform.
It turned into a quagmire, sinking myself deeply into it and unable to extricate myself.
Hua Rong was silent for a long time, then tried hard to swallow the little saliva he had, and replied in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Brother Gongming, I didn't mean that from above."
Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang's face twisted like a bottomless quagmire: "The bosses? They think they know what I want, and use that kind of thing to lure me and threaten me. But since they went up the mountain
After that, I realized what I really wanted!"
Without waiting for Hua Rong to respond, Song Jiang clenched his fists: "Right! Absolute right! With this right, do I still have to go to that broken yamen? With the right, I am the emperor of Liangshan! My life is no better than those in the palace.
That official is a bad guy and he can do whatever he wants!"
Song Jiang suddenly turned around, looked at Hua Rong and said, "Don't you want this kind of right?"
Hua Rong slumped down on the bed and said with a bitter smile: "Just for this right, brother Gongming, how many people are you going to kill?"
"How many people?" Song Jiang suddenly laughed and said: "If you don't get the top spot, how many people do you care about? Anyone who blocks my path will be killed!"
Hua Rong saw the ferocity in Song Jiang's smile, raised his head and looked at Song Jiang seriously: "Does this include me?"
This question was direct, but Song Jiang's face was not moved at all, his voice became softer, and he pointed at his chest: "Although you and Yuerong are my adopted brothers and sisters, here, you are both me Song
Of course Gongming’s brothers and sisters won’t stand in my way, right?”
Hua Rong didn't expect that Song Jiang's reply actually included Hua Yuerong: "Brother Gongming, I really don't want to continue like this. Every night, I dream about that night, the willow forest, and Chao
The face of the King of Heaven.”
"Why should a man be afraid of trivial matters when acting?" Song Jiang thought for a while and said: "Ximen Qing will soon turn into a corpse. The same goes for Chao Gai. Before long, you will forget their names, and the same is true for the people on the mountain.
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Hua Rong gritted his teeth and said: "Then please ask brother Gongming to find another wise man. Hua Rong's abilities are limited and he really can't share his worries for his brother!"
Song Jiang looked at Hua Rong coldly, and after a while he reached out and took out something from his arms: "Brother Xian, do you know what this is?"
Hua Rong saw that what Song Jiang took out was a three-inch long small gourd, so naturally he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.
Looking at Hua Rong who shook his head slightly, Song Jiang shook the gourd and asked: "Brother Xian, do you know why you were poisoned?"
"Hua Rong doesn't know." Hua Rong felt that his breathing was about to stop, his limbs were terribly cold, but his head hurt as if someone had been thrown into a pot and boiled.
Song Jiang gently opened the gourd lid, poured out some white powder and spread it on his left hand: "This is the antidote. Come and get it."
"Brother Gongming, where did you get the antidote?" Hua Rong seemed to have figured something out, and instead of reaching out, he covered himself with a quilt, not even showing his hands.
"Why?" Song Jiang sighed: "Why do you have to ask clearly? Without this antidote, you won't be able to survive tonight."
Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang slowly turned his left hand, watching the white powder gradually falling, and explained: "Originally, this poison regulates the circulation of Qi and blood, and it will take seven days to take effect. I didn't expect that you and Ximen Qing would...
My concubine was competing with arrows, and her qi and blood were disordered, so she had an attack in advance."
Hua Rong never stretched out his hand, watching the white powder that could save his life flying in the air. It seemed that Song Jiang just sprinkled a handful of flour: "It turns out that this poison was also the handiwork of the military strategist."
"That's right." Song Jiang turned his left hand again, poured some powdered white medicine into his hand and said, "The medicine was prepared by the military advisor, but I brought you the glass of wine."
"Come and get it."
"I'm tired." Hua Rong shrank under the quilt: "Brother Gongming, put the antidote on the table and I'll take a nap first."
Song Jiang raised his left hand and spread the white powder like a goddess scattering flowers: "Brother, why should I keep the antidote?"
Hua Rong remained silent, turned away, no longer looked at Song Jiang, and ignored the powder flying in the sky.
The medicine that can save your life.
Song Jiang took the little gourd back into his arms and said softly: "Brother, please sleep with me and I will come see you tomorrow."
Just like when Hua Rong was sick, Song Jiang took good care of her.
Hua Rong never turned around or made any move. Even Song Jiang walked to the door and paused deliberately for a while, but there was no reaction.
Song Jiang reached out and opened the door, and walked away without closing the door, letting the cold night wind flow in.
Brothers of the opposite sex are nothing more than that.
There is no need to wait for the sun to rise, Hua Rong will turn into a cold corpse.
"Anyway, Hua Rong's identity has been exposed. It would be best if this line is cut off."
Song Jiang thought coldly, looking at Hua Yuerong standing in the courtyard, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"As soon as Hua Rong dies, Hua Yuerong will be able to marry Qin Ming soon."
Hua Yuerong watched with astonishment as Song Jiang left suddenly, without even closing the door, and without even pausing as he passed by her. Was this the Song Jiang she was familiar with?
Is he still the Song Jiang with a smile all over his face?
Hua Yuerong hurried into the house and closed the door. Hua Rong fell ill very suddenly and she was at a loss. But at least she knew that the patient could not control the wind.
Hua Rong had already turned over and sat up: "Sister, get some paper and pen."
Song Jiang walked out of Hua Rong's yard. The little man was holding a lantern in front of him. Song Jiang thought thoughtfully, took out the small gourd from his arms, put it in his hand and stroked it.
"This gourd monster is very good-looking." The little boy accompanying him laughed and said, "It's a treasure if you cook it well."
Song Jiang laughed and said: "A gadget is still precious?"
Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang threw the small gourd in his hand into the darkness amid the surprise of the little minions.
"It's boring to look at it for a few days. It's better to lose it and find another one."
The little minion smiled and said: "If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come. I'll find a better one for the leader another day!"
Song Jiang smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Then I'll leave it to you."
The little guy was patted twice by Song Jiang. He was flattered and hurriedly patted his chest and said: "Put it on me!"——
"Are you Zhenren Luo?"
Ximen Qing seemed to have arrived at Erxian Mountain in a daze. When he entered the main hall, he saw a Taoist priest wearing a light yellow Bagua robe. There was an ebony hairpin on his head to fix his white hair in no mess. He closed his eyes and did not know that he was meditating.
Or rest your mind.
Everything was very clear, except for the Taoist priest's face, which was blurry and could not be seen clearly. Even men, women, old and young could not be distinguished clearly.
"How did you come?"
Master Luo's voice did not sound old, but sounded very young, which made Ximen Qing slightly surprised.
"I don't know how it came about." Ximen Qing suddenly found that he didn't know what kind of etiquette he should use to deal with it, so he simply used "I" to call himself as he did before time travel, not disciple, not Xiao Ke or anything like that.
.
"Huh?" Master Luo frowned slightly: "I don't know?"
"I really don't know." After saying this, Ximen Qing couldn't help but look behind him. The scene behind him was actually blurry, and even the air was distorted visibly.
"Hmph. The time has not come yet, what are you doing here?" Master Na Luo stretched out a hand disdainfully, as if he was calculating something.
"The skin on these hands is smooth and well-maintained." Ximen Qing was also very surprised at his own thoughts: "It looks better than a woman's hands."
"I see"
Luo Zhenren calculated for a while, then retracted his hand and said, "How could that guy Gongsun Sheng be so bold? He actually listened to you and only taught you this little thing?"
"I said the writings written by the gods are like heavenly books. How do you want me to learn them?" Ximen Qing said with a bitter face: "You see there is no problem. How can a mortal like me learn it?"
Luo Zhenren coughed and said angrily: "There is no book on the Tiangang Five Thunder Zhengfa. It was written by Gongsun Sheng himself based on his own experience. It's only natural that you can't learn it."
"Anyway, I'm here too. I just want to ask the gods to give me a quick fix." Ximen Qing said with a shy face, "I can't come here in vain."
"Didn't he teach you that quick method? Why bother with it?" Zhenren Luo scolded: "Since you can't learn it, it means that this method is not destined for you, so why force it?"
"The power of the thunder stone is too strong. You can't control it now. I'd better put a ban on it for you."
As soon as Master Luo said this, Ximen Qing waved his hand and said: "No, this power is so good. When the time comes, I will raise my hand and chat and laugh, and the oars will fly into ashes. How handsome!"
"You don't want your life?" Zhenren Luo reminded him coldly: "If you hadn't consumed too much energy, would you be here? If you come here again, you will be wiped out by ashes. Believe it or not?"
As Master Luo waved his hand impatiently, Ximen Qing felt the thunder stone on his waist move, and immediately became quiet again. It seemed that Master Luo had already set the restraint by raising his hand.
I originally thought about asking Master Luo to give me some ways to strengthen my mind, but the words have not been spoken yet, and the speed is too fast!
Ximen Qing was a little angry, and was thinking about how to get Zhenren Luo to release the restriction, when he heard Zhenren Luo put down his hand and shouted: "Go back!"
Like a marionette, Ximen Qing's body seemed to be lifted up by a hand, and he kept retreating, with the sound of wind in his ears.