My fairy is too affectionate

Chapter 123 Poisoning
Shangchunfeng, Chunzhao Hall.

Chen Jing looked at the two men and the woman with some timidity.

The other party looked solemn, especially the woman standing in the middle with cold eyes, one could tell that the visitor was not kind.

She stretched out her right hand forward and handed it to herself, with a pill lying on the palm of her hand, the green light was like an emerald.

"Sect Master Yun, Fellow Daoist Hu, Fellow Daoist Lan," Chen Jing tentatively opened his mouth, hoping it wasn't what he thought, "Who are you?"

"Poison." Yun Chi ignored Chen Jing's pitiful gaze, and continued expressionlessly, "Are you taking it yourself, or is this suzerain feeding you?"

Chen Jing's eyes turned to the left. Fellow Daoist Hu was as cold as ice, and he looked even more heartless than Sect Master Yun. It seemed that he would not intercede for him.

He turned his gaze to the right again, fortunately, Fellow Daoist Lan is barely a human being.

Lan Chen received Chen Jing's help-seeking gaze, and gave him a comforting smile.

"Chen Daoyou don't have to worry, the suzerain just wants the daoist to do something for Ling Jianzong. After the matter is completed, the suzerain will detoxify the daoist."

Lan Chen thought for a while, and added: "Of course, Ling Jianzong will also be grateful for the actions of fellow daoists, and will definitely repay the friends with high rewards."

Coercing people with poison is not what a gentleman does.

But for the sake of the sect's future, he still compromised and promised the suzerain to come together with Chen Daoyou for "friendly negotiation".

Chen Jing felt bitter, he dealt with Fellow Daoist Lan's trials and tribulations skillfully, thinking that he was not far from victory, but unexpectedly there was a Sect Master Yun, who didn't make sense at all, and directly used poison.

The other party was suspicious, he did have a mission, but it wasn't aimed at Ling Jianzong.

But he couldn't directly state his purpose, otherwise he would never be able to complete the task in his life.

"Help is easy to talk about, it's just..."

Although the probability is not high, it is still possible to struggle for a while, "Sect Master Yun, can you take back the poison?"

"What I want to do next, as long as I can do it, I will do my best."

"It doesn't matter whether you pay back or not. As long as Sect Master Yun speaks, I will be able to do it for Sect Master Yun even if I can't sleep day and night."

"This poison...how about avoiding it?"

Yun Chi's eyes were stained with scrutiny and impatience, but he was not moved at all.

"Lanchen, Zhen'er," said the order in a cold tone, "Do it!"

She thought she couldn't beat Chen Jing, so she found two helpers to save unnecessary trouble.

Whoosh!Before Yun Chi's words fell to the ground, Hu Zhen'er had condensed a white jade long flute in front of him.

When she came back from Luoxue Ridge, this Chen Jing spoke rudely to the suzerain, she had long wanted to beat him up so that he could remember.

"Chen Daoyou," Lan Chen didn't take the sword immediately, and tried to persuade him again, "I, Lan Chen, guarantee this matter with my own personal path, and the suzerain really has no malicious intentions. Detoxify fellow daoists immediately."

Relying on the power of many people, do what is difficult for the strong.

He felt sorry for Chen Daoyou, and his face was covered with embarrassment.

Even the most talkative Lan Chen didn't let go, Chen Jing finally lowered his eyes and sighed in resignation.

"No need." After a short loss, he raised his head, his eyes were firm and timid, "I will eat it myself, I hope Sect Master Yun will keep his word, and let it go when things come true."

Even if the other party didn't say it, he could guess it.

Doubting him, distrusting him, but keeping him and testing him, is nothing more than fancying his ability to draw talismans and form arrays.

Besides, he also lacked an opportunity to get close to Sect Master Yun.

It is also a good strategy to show the enemy's weakness and let the opponent think that they have grasped the handle so as to relax their guard.

Seeing Chen Jing swallowing the pill rolling down his throat, Yun Chi felt relieved knowing that the pill had entered his dantian.

This pill was a stock that she pulled out from Xiao Guanfeng's alchemy room, and I don't know if it expired or not.

"Until your specific identity is found out, the suzerain will give you the antidote to renew your life every three months."

She paused, and continued with a more serious tone: "If you find that you have unruly thoughts, this suzerain will kill you immediately with a thought."

"Of course, you can also try to detoxify yourself, if you want to die earlier."

Chen Jing couldn't find anything about Danwan, who had never even seen the medicine.

The Yinglu pill entered his stomach, Chen Jing felt like a fire was burning in his dantian, and he felt a burning pain.

At first, he thought it was a powerful poison that would damage the spirit root, but as the heat continued to rise, the dantian and Lingyuan pill were not restricted, but became more active.

It was as if what he was taking was not poison, but Shiquan Dabu Pills.

But the other party was reassured and wanted to deal with him, so how could he give him tonic.

In any case, he had to find a way to find out what kind of poison it was, so that he could hold the initiative in his own hands.

After a stick of incense.

Seeing that Chen Jing's complexion had returned to normal, Yun Chi thought that the pill had expired, so he pushed back Lan Chen and Hu Zhen'er, and led Chen Jing to the Tibetan Sword Pavilion alone.

The hidden sword pavilion has thirteen floors, shaped like an exquisite pagoda, with six sides in total, and a golden giant sword hung high on the top of the tower.

The six eaves are pecked high, like a crane looking up at the sky, and a wind chime hangs from the tip of the crane's beak.

A total of 72 wind chimes are hung on the top eaves of the first to twelfth floors.

In the middle of the first floor of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion, a bronze bell with a diameter of half a meter is hung.

Yun Chi pointed to the bronze bell and said, "This is the warning bell, which is connected to the 72 wind chimes outside the pavilion."

After finishing speaking, he went around and hugged the bell and pestle, and hit the bronze bell hard.

First there was a "dong" bell, and after a while, there were tinkling wind chimes inside and outside the Cangjian Pavilion.

The sound of the wind chime, like a sacred sound with divine power, passed through the eardrums, and the whole body and soul trembled.

Chen Jing couldn't help being in awe, and carefully looked at the surrounding environment.

In the cylindrical space, there is a circle of dark gold bookshelves on the periphery, extending from the ground to the floor above the head.

The curved staircase is hidden behind one of the bookshelves, winding upwards.

Then there was only this clock left.

There is something unusual behind the bookshelf, as if there are runes flickering.

"Sect Master Yun," Chen Jing cast his eyes on one of the bookshelves, "Can I take a look?"

"can."

Yun Chi leaned on the copper bell with his forearms in his arms, and spent his free time watching Chen Jing climb up and down like a curious baby, tossing and turning to study the runes on the wall.

Cangjian Pavilion is divided into two parts, the underground sword tomb and the above-ground Zangshu Pavilion.

Jianzhong and Zangshu Pavilion are also a large formation at the same time, and they are connected with each other.

The bell of the warning bell is derived from the runes, and the wind chimes sway along with it. The sound is as clear as a warbler's cry, which can spread throughout the entire 36 peaks.

Listening to the sound from the wind chimes mixed with strange sword sounds can wake up the sleeping people.

She plans to implement militarized management of the remaining 2000 disciples of Ling Jianzong, and strictly control their practice schedule.

On the surface of the upper world, the sea is clear and the river is rough, and the various sects are conspiring to develop together. In fact, the undercurrent is surging. If you don't pay attention, you will hit the rocks, and you will end up with shipwreck and death.

Ling Jianzong is the best example.

But there are still at least a hundred years before Master returns.

(End of this chapter)