From the tokens to the decree, everything is true, and the messenger who sent the letter is also true... Even if Mr. Bo doesn't know that the poison of the decree is a unique secret skill of the national master, he can at least think that he is not a spy now, but
He was a true messenger. As a result, Song Yangxia's poisonous attitude towards the law changed from a 'spy's plot' to a 'master's punishment' in Thirteen's eyes.
What's particularly wonderful is that the old host is not dead.
"He wants to kill you?" Mr. Bo's voice was very soft: "Tell yourself, if he really wanted to kill you, would you still be alive now?" Mr. Bo left a loophole for himself in these words. Sure enough,
These words firmly entered Shisan's heart. Master and disciple know each other, and the master knows clearly how capable his disciple is. If he really wanted to poison himself, he would not use this poison. If you think about it the other way around,
The national master didn't want to kill himself, he just wanted one hand... This was the master's punishment.
Mr. Bo's voice became softer, as soft as an old woman teaching her beloved grandson: "I don't want to say more specifically. I just want to say two words to you: Stop." After that, he stretched out his hand.
He took action and gave the old host a firm squeeze on his broken wrist.
Mr. Bo doesn't know the subordinates of the Imperial Preceptor, but he once followed Fatty Xie and knows all about the officials, big and small. Looking at Yan, no official is clean, especially high-ranking officials. The higher the official position, the more dirty things happen. The country
The master is half an emperor. If he can preside over a Xumi Zen monastery for him, he can be regarded as a "big official".
The national division has great power, and its close subordinates are protected by it. They all have a high status. Even the state officials greet them and give greetings. In recent years, they have raised monks and soldiers and expanded their strength. The twenty-one Xumi monasteries are simply the twenty-one.
Mr. Bo doesn't believe that he is really a clean person in a big government office under the banner of Buddha, which is indeed the case.
I don't know whether it was due to the severe pain of the wound or the nervousness. Cold sweat broke out on the forehead of Old Thirteen. He mentally calculated more than a dozen of his crimes, but how could he dare to ask: Why? After a moment of silence, he trembled.
He took half a step back and said piously: "Disciple, please accept Master's teachings." Then he changed the topic: "The third thing, please give me your instructions."
Mr. Bo smiled: "The third thing? It's already been done."
Old Thirteen was slightly stunned at first, and then suddenly realized that the first one was to pass on the decree; the second one was to hand over the repeat offender to the secret envoy; and the third one was the master's punishment...the last two things were done together through a decree.
of.
Mr. Bo stopped talking nonsense, took back his "token" gloves, and walked out with Xie Zizuo. He was frightened all the way until he left the mountain gate, and no one stopped him. Mr. Bo did not dare to hesitate at all, and repeatedly sent orders to inform his subordinates.
, cancel the original plan and withdraw all ten stops.
The antidote for "three meals" is to use wine. Song Yang had already mixed the antidote with wine. When Mr. Bo returned with the crowd, he didn't care to talk for the time being. He drank a few sips of wine to detoxify the poison, and then slapped him.
He patted Song Yang on the shoulder and laughed heartily: "Good boy, I really belong to you! Fatty Silk has never obeyed anyone except my master in his life, but today he obeyed you!"
Song Yang didn't know what was going on yet, so he was very humble and said with a smile: "Mr. Bo, you're welcome, I haven't done anything."
Rescuing the young master, escaping without a single blow, was a great result that could never have been dreamed of. Even though he was safe at this moment, Mr. Bo was still in a daze and didn't dare to believe the facts. His eyes were bulging, and he stared at Song Yang and smiled.
Said: "The fact that you can write that edict is the most powerful thing in the world! Why don't you give me the details in advance? You want to test whether this old dog of mine can adapt to the situation, and whether I am qualified enough to help you in the future."
hand?"
Then, without waiting for Song Yang to ask further questions, he told the whole story of the incident. Finally, Mr. Silk took a step back, with a solemn look on his face: "Fat Silk is Mr. Xie's lackey, and he has worshiped the master.
I will no longer bow to others, I will not kneel down to kowtow to you, I will bow to you in thanks, and I will never be offended." After saying that, he led his wife and many of his subordinates to bow to Song Yang's long body...the real 'long body', this
He bowed until his hands touched the ground. The most ridiculous thing was that he had a big belly. When he bowed, his legs were so squeezed that he was about to burst.
But Song Yang was completely stunned now, and it was his turn to be confused... After being stunned for a long time, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Mr. Bo's shoulders: "Seriously? Does Xumiyuan really regard the decree we visited as a genuine one?"
"This is natural, otherwise how could I come back alive?" Mr. Bo nodded and continued to smile: "I also want to ask you, how do you know how to crack the national master's 'secret identification'? Where is the blood mark on the fake edict?
Coming?"
Song Yang responded casually: "Where did it come from? That's my blood."
Mr. Bo was stunned, and Song Yang's mind became a mess. He couldn't care about others for the moment, and squatted on the ground with his eyebrows furrowed, thinking carefully... A moment later, without any warning, Song Yang burst into tears.
It seems incredible at first that your own blood can turn false orders into real decrees, but if you think about the inexplicable relationship between You Li and the Imperial Master, and then think about it a little bit, you will find a lot of clues that will reveal the truth!
Why is your own blood special? The blood refining technique of Dr. You.
My blood, meridians, martial arts, and outstanding five senses have been refined by secret methods since childhood... All of these are 'side effects'. Regarding the real purpose of blood refining, Doctor You has never really mentioned it. Except for the night of the centenary banquet, he was escaping from Dayan.
What he said on the carriage: Eighteen years later, you will have a first-class body, and I will just squeeze a few drops of blood from your fingers, and everyone will go their separate ways from now on...
Why did Dr. You need a few drops of his own blood? What can his own blood do? At this moment, the truth finally became clear: my blood can be used to identify the truth through the decree of the national master. With my blood, the decree of the national master can be obtained!
Imperial Physician You spent half his life training Song Yang just to forge the decree of the Imperial Master. What content of the decree was to be forged and what You Li wanted to use it for, it is no longer known.
The secret method of blood refining that took eighteen years to be truly completed is obviously still half a year away, but my blood has already 'taken effect'. Does Doctor You know? If he knew, why would he wait another half a year and wait for himself to die? Song
Yang is heartbroken, heartbroken beyond measure.
Compared with the martial arts, medical skills, and poisonous methods that You Li taught him, compared with the strong body and excellent five hearings that You Li gave him, the blood in this body that can forge the 'law' at any time is the real power of You Li.
As a reward, with this warm blood, there are countless decrees!
In tears, Song Yang suddenly jumped up and came to Mr. Bo. He also bowed and said, "I need your help if I need anything."
Mr. Bo stretched out his hand to support him and said simply and happily: "Say!"
"I will write another edict and order all the important people in Xumi Temple to come here to meet with the Imperial Master. I will also ask you to send another letter and bring them back."
Mr. Bo's mind was spinning very quickly: "Are you planning to..."
"Stop your mouth." Song Yang suddenly became furious: "You must silence your mouth, you must silence your mouth! None of the disciples of the Imperial Master who are involved today will survive!"
The Imperial Master is mysterious and moves erratically. Even important subordinates such as the head of the local Xumiyuan do not know where he is... But after all, there will be a 'true confidant' who knows that he has gone to Nali.
An important imperial prisoner was taken away by the Imperial Master's decree. This matter will be reported at all levels, and sooner or later it will land on the desk of the 'real confidant'. And the Imperial Master is still in Nanli, and maybe they don't even know about Xie Zizhuo's arrest.
, not to mention being able to predict the time accurately, sending emissaries thousands of miles away to bring the decree to ask for someone... Eventually the 'fake decree' will be exposed. Once the other party knows that there are rebels who can forge the decree, Song Yang's 'hot blood' will be
It's no longer of any use.
Destroy the fake edict and kill all the monks in Xumi Yuan who know about the "edict to take away criminals". No matter how Da Leiyintai traces it, there will be no chance to find out that there was a fake edict.
We know that "the criminal was lost", but we don't know "how the criminal was lost".
Fortunately, only the "senior leaders" of Xumiyuan are qualified to understand matters such as decrees and messengers. The ordinary monks and soldiers did not know that Mr. Bo had visited.
After Mr. Silk nodded in agreement, Song Yang went to Shi Xiaoxiao again and asked him to write the decree again, but the beautiful monk looked troubled: "You can't just write it if you want to. I haven't studied the handwriting thoroughly yet, so I have to work hard."
Song Yang was in such a state of shock that he forgot about it, and Mr. Bo interrupted from the side: "It doesn't matter, there is no need to imitate the handwriting of this decree. The person who wrote the decree from the Bald Donkey of Shiting Xumiyuan was seriously injured. He
It’s normal for me to be unable to write when I’m recovering from my injuries. Anyone can write.”
Soon, the new decree was written, and Mr. Bo rushed to Xumiyuan again, while Mrs. Bo stayed behind to prepare an ambush.
It is conceivable that even if there is an ambush in advance, it will be a head-to-head battle, but it must be fought. I just hope that the other party will not have too many good hands... While waiting, Song Yang's mood gradually calmed down, and he felt towards Mrs. Silk beside him.
He nodded and said a little abruptly: "I admire you very much for your great talent."
This compliment refers to Mr. Pingbo's previous response in Xumiyuan. Song Yang thought that if it had been him at that time, he might not have been able to achieve such a perfect performance, and most likely there would have been some flaws.
"His most powerful skill is the word 'response'," Mrs. Bo smiled. Her ordinary appearance turned out to be a bit charming: "He is lustful and often eats secretly. I caught him twice."
In ten years, I haven’t been caught once.”
Ayguo next to him rolled his eyes and said in a bluffing manner: "What a skill!"
An hour later, the sound of robes breaking through the air was heard. Mr. Bo came in a hurry with more than thirty monks. "Thirteen", who had broken one hand, was at the head of the team, walking with Mr. Bo.
With a wave of her hand from Mrs. Silk, Song Yang was the first to rush out and fight to the death.
From start to finish, it only took a stick of incense, but the casualties were far beyond imagination.
Mr. Bo's more than 200 men were damaged by more than 60%. Seven of the twenty good men brought by Ye Feifei also died. Mr. Bo was hit in the stomach by a palm and vomited blood and was seriously injured; Ye Feifei was wounded in the shoulder.
A knife wound to the skin and flesh. The little girl who had always been cold and cold unexpectedly couldn't bear the pain. She stamped her feet and shed tears in pain, which made Ai Guo very distressed...
The rebels suffered heavy casualties, but all the monks from Xumi Temple were killed. Song Yang found the fake decree on the body of 'Thirteen', and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Bo's jaw was full of blood, and he smiled as if he had just eaten someone: "Finally, we're done."
Song Yang was sitting on the ground, also laughing, even more ferocious than Mr. Silk... The matter was covered, and he could continue to write the decree in the future.
While he was smiling, there was the sound of footsteps beside him. A slender, petite girl walked up to Song Yang. Her voice was very soft and her tone was calm: "I'm free now, can I chat for a few words?"