Queen Flower

From his regret, Jiang Lan suddenly remembered that there was another injured person, "How is Xiaoqing?"

"I can move, it seems to be fine." Xiaoqing twisted on the side and said suspiciously.

So, is Shangguanhong the only one? That is to say, only that sword is quenched with this kind of poison, which can paralyze and poison others' nervous systems while injuring people in a fight, which can not only reduce the opponent's combat performance, but also play a role when they want to leave a living mouth and ask for a confession. The effect is indeed better than the potent poison that seals the throat with blood.

And they never kill people, they don't need antidote at all.

Having said that, Jiang Lanzai still hoped and told Wen Daolin that there might be an antidote for the swordsman in black.

Wen Daolin went up the mountain overnight, but returned empty-handed as expected.

There was no antidote, but he couldn't watch Shangguanhong's limbs slowly lose consciousness. Wen Daolin lifted her up against Jiang Lan's body, then sat behind her, pressing his palms against her back to force the poison.

Jiang Lantuo hugged Shangguan Hong and looked at Wen Daolin's face. His eyes were closed and his face was pale. He was very tired today, and he had reached the limit of his physical strength. Sweat dripped from his forehead and ran along the sides of his cheeks. Jiang Lan wanted to wipe away his sweat, but he didn't dare to extend his hand.

The hard work in the middle of the night only allowed Shangguanhong's hands to move, but her legs could not recover, and it was impossible to determine whether her hands would suddenly lose consciousness.

The two masters and apprentices were afraid to leave again for fear of the enemy coming, so the four of them could only live in the same room.

Wen Daolin sat cross-legged on the ground dozing off, but Jiang Lan couldn't hold it any longer, and fell asleep while lying on the table on the only chair.

Jiang Lan didn't sleep peacefully, frowned, and moved his hands and feet from time to time, as if he was still running and fighting the enemy. Wen Daolin was awakened by her, went to her side and patted her back, then put his robe on her.

Jiang Lan was trapped in a dream. She saw the swordsman in black with his bright sword inserted into her chest. She looked down at the big hole in her chest. Blood was flowing, but it didn't hurt at all. Then suddenly she saw the sword stuck in Wen Daolin's chest, blood flowing over her shoulders, soaking in the white clothes, and seeing Shangguanhong shattered and collapsed in front of her, Jiang Lan couldn't tell the reality of the dream for a while, and suddenly felt helpless.

Suddenly, a crisp child's voice sounded in her ears, "I didn't expect you to be so fragile, don't you like watching horror movies and war movies? It turned out to be Lord Ye, a good dragon!" The red in front of Jiang Lan's eyes disappeared, turning into a green grassland , this is Xiaoxi's void.

Jiang Lan sat on the ground and sighed. It was one thing to see others, but another to experience it. Who would be used to such murder and bloodshed?

"I think you'd better get used to it earlier. This is the real life. Don't sacrifice other people's lives casually." The little boy said rudely.

"I know." Jiang Lan lowered his head in frustration.

"I'm here to inform you that now your first mission has officially started," Xiaoxi nodded, "Go north, you will find the antidote, and only you can find it. Go and find the antidote, this is you task."

Jiang Lan wanted to say something else, but Xiaoxi didn't give her another chance, and in the blink of an eye, she returned to the woods where the **** corpses were strewn all over again.

Jiang Lan was startled, his muscles contracted, and he actually rolled off the chair.

Wen Daolin was beside her and caught her.

Jiang Lan opened his eyes in his arms, it was already dawn, Shangguanhong and Xiaoqing were still sleeping, both of them were wounded, breathing heavily.

"Go back to the house and change into clothes, go to sleep for a while, darling." Wen Daolin caressed her bluish face sympathetically, "There shouldn't be any more killers when it's dawn, and soon the officials will arrive. ,do not worry."

Jiang Lan had a lot to say, but when he saw Wen Daolin's tired face, he stopped.

When Jiang Lan came out of his room, it was already bright, and Wen Daolin called her to the study.

"Come here, close the door." Wen Daolin said to her.

Jiang Lan followed suit.

He removed the thick bookcase with few books, and then turned the bookcase ninety degrees. The back panel of the bookcase was not made of bamboo, but wood. Other than that, it didn't look any different. Wen Daolin pressed it at the back of the bookcase, and the wooden board was opened. The space inside was not very large. Layer by layer, if you looked carefully, it was all jewelry, silver notes, ingots and copper coins, and there were a lot of them.

Jiang Lan suddenly realized that the master's money was hidden here, no wonder she couldn't find it. Out of curiosity, when she first came, she really wanted to know how a pure martial arts practitioner like Wen Daolin who didn't attend to production lived. The way of thinking of modern people is that if you don't work, you have to sit and eat. Therefore, she often secretly finds the treasure of her master, but she is repeatedly frustrated. At that time, she was still a child and had no energy. Even if she suspected this place, she could not confirm it, and she hadn't thought of it at all.

With so much money, a frugal lifestyle like Wen Daolin would be no problem for a few lifetimes. But what does it mean to show her like this now? Jiang Lan thought to herself, although she was actually worrying about money, this solved her big trouble.

"This was left to me by my master, and now I'll give them to you." Wen Daolin took out a small amount of silver notes, ingots and copper coins on the desk on the side, then closed the wooden board and moved the bookcase to the original one. position.

He spread out a piece of cloth and started packing, "This is an oilcloth, put things in it, even if you soak it in water, it won't get wet."

"What is the master going to do?" Jiang Lan stopped him.

Wen Daolin sighed, "Anyway, Shangguanhong is doing this because of our master and apprentice, we can't just leave it alone," he stroked her silky long hair, his fingertips were infinitely nostalgic but helpless, "Wait for her When the person arrives, I will set off to find the man in black for the antidote, and you will use the money first."

He looked at her face, rubbed his fingers, his eyes were gentle, "If I can't come back, you go with her. If you think of something, or your family comes to you, you go home with them. ."

"I'll go with you." Jiang Lan said immediately, but knew that it was impossible.

"No, it's too dangerous, and I don't know if I can protect you." Wen Daolin refused, with a wry smile in his heart.

Jiang Lan smiled reluctantly, this is the truth, she went with him, it was a drag rather than a help.

"Master, in fact, last night, I dreamed of the antidote. In the north, I will definitely find the antidote." For some reason, Jiang Lan wanted to tell Wen Daolin about her dream, even if he didn't believe it at all. .

"Really? North?" Wen Daolin smiled, with a sure look on his face, and patted her head, "I trust you, we Xiaozhu have a natural instinct."

Jiang Lan wanted to cry.

Maybe now is their last time together.