Huashan female sword god

Chapter 402.

You Xingye closed his eyes to recall, and a series of messages flowed through his heart.

It's all about the content of Baidupu.

The content of that thick book, unexpectedly only read it once, and memorized it all.

He raised his head and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I really remember it all." He stretched out his hand to pinch Ming Yuetian's fair and tender face, and said, "Sister, it's all thanks to you reminding me, otherwise I wouldn't have reacted."

Snapped.

Ming Yuetian's eyes turned cold, and he slapped her directly.

You Xingye screamed in pain, quickly withdrew his hand, and rubbed the back of his hand vigorously: "It hurts."

Ming Yuetian said: "If you know it hurts, don't move your hands or feet."

You Xingye said aggrievedly: "Understood."

He asked again: "Sister, what do you think is going on?"

She knows how her memory is, it's not bad, but it's far from a photographic memory.

In other words, being able to remember is all because of that book?
Well, this book has nothing to touch except her, and after flipping through it, it disappears immediately, which is very mysterious in the first place, and it is not surprising that the content is remembered after it disappears.

Strange is the origin of this book.

Ming Yuetian: "I don't know." She asked her back: "What do you think?"

You Xingye guessed: "Tell me, is it possible that the book is actually a magic weapon made by a certain god. Only one person can touch it and see it. After reading it, it will be integrated with the book, but the owner of the book is dead. After that, it will change back to the book, and the first person who touches the book will become the next owner of the book?"

Her guess is consistent with the current situation.

Ming Yuetian pondered for a moment, and said: "If there are gods and Buddhas in this world, it really makes sense."

You Xingye said: "Since there are old monsters like black and white, there may be a group of gods and Buddhas living in some corner, but we ordinary people can't see or hear them."

There may be absolute atheists in this world, but they are absolutely rare. It is normal to have a dubious attitude, and when it falls on her, it means that there is more belief than doubt in the saying that there is a god in the world.

Without him, experience determines thinking.

Ming Yuetian nodded and said, "Maybe."

You Xingye smiled and said: "I'm just curious, if this book is really a magic weapon, what's the use? Just let people know some poisons? The fragrance hidden in the wind among you, among the 81 kinds of poisons in that book , the toxicity is already top-notch, but it can’t even poison me, let alone those congenital masters, which god would be so bored to make such a fancy and useless thing?”

Mingyue snorted softly, "Isn't it just that I was poisoned by this insignificant thing?"

You Xingye knew that he had slipped his words, and laughed: "It's not the same, it's not the same."

Ming Yuetian pointed to the cloth bag that had been dropped by You Xingye a long time ago, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, haven't you memorized everything in the book, go and look for it, is there any antidote in it?"

"I gonna go see."

You Xingye rushed over and poured out all the contents of the bag. There were a few bottles with labels, some without labels, and some paper bags with names written on them, and some without.The few medicines with the names on the labels did not have the antidote of the "scent in the wind". As for the other bottles and paper packages... By comparing with the description in memory, only some of the characteristics of these things were compared. Obviously, she can tell that some medicines are similar in shape and smell, and with her level, it is impossible to identify them at all.

Although she had memorized the contents of the Hundred Poisons Book, she hadn't personally collected medicines, refined poisons, or experimented with them. It's nothing but a half-baked thing to talk about on paper.

In order to prevent the Five Poison Demon Boys from setting up doubts, she intentionally mislabeled them. She continued to look at all the famous medicines one by one, but she also failed to find the antidote.

You Xingye was disappointed.

I was disappointed that I couldn't directly find the antidote, and I was also disappointed that I, who had memorized an entire book of poisons, failed to become a poison master directly.

However, the loss was only for a moment, and it didn't last forever. You Xingye put the things back into the bag, got up and looked at Mingyuetian who was waiting beside him, and said with a smile: "Sister, I suddenly thought of a word, do you want to hear it?"

Ming Yuetian said: "I don't want to."

"Hahaha, I just knew that sister you want to hear, let me tell you, the word that comes to my mind is 'what comes on paper is always shallow'!"

You Xingye pretended not to hear, and said to himself, reaching out to wrap her shoulders.

Ming Yuetian turned around, avoided it, and said, "Do you want to be beaten again?"

You Xingye said: "No."

Ming Yuetian raised her eyebrows and said, "Then you still have to do something?"

You Xingye sneered and put down his hand.

Ming Yuetian glanced at her, and asked, "What comes on paper is always shallow... the things in the book are not enough for you to find the antidote?"

You Xingye nodded.

Ming Yuetian didn't demand too much, and said: "Forget it then, anyway, you already know the solution, and then we will refine the antidote ourselves, let's go back first."

Taking the cloth bag of medicine with them, the two left this dark forest that had been devastated.

In the deep mountains and secluded forests, the wind is blowing, it seems that wraiths are crying, and blood is spreading.

After a long time.

Three short figures flickered in the deep forest like red lightning, and flew towards them.

When the body is fixed, there are two dwarves and a boy.

The boy is the same as the Five Poison Devil Boy, from appearance to figure, he is a boy.

The dwarf is only short in stature, but his appearance is not the same. He is much older. He has a 20-year-old face and a big snake with the thick arms of a normal adult wrapped around his body. On the side, there is a 60-year-old farmer's face, the wrinkles on his face can kill flies, and behind him is a big yellow gourd that is three times bigger than his body.

Although these people seem to be quite different in age, but the old faces are few, but they all have some similarities in their eyebrows.

They are not only similar to each other, but also similar to the boy face of the five poisonous demons whose body and head are separated.

No matter how old or young they are, they all dress up as yellow-mouthed boys, and they all carry the same cloth bag.

Five Poison Devil Boys, Five Poison Devil Boys, Five Poison Devil Boys.

"Ah... little brother!"

The boy's face was broken, and the new boy's voice resounded like the cry of a ghost.He rushed under the tree, picked up the head that was still full of fear, trembling all over, and cried out: "Who is it, who is the murderer?"

The old dwarf looked around and said, "Many trees have been cut off. It's such a big scene. It's a master, a great master."

The young dwarf squatted next to the corpse to examine, and said: "The limbs of the body are frozen, my little brother was injured by a very strong cold internal force, only the heart is still hot, it is the fire heart poison, he used the fire heart poison to fight the ice Really angry..."

After looking closely at the neck, he looked at the wound on the head held by the boy, and said: "The wound on the neck is very smooth. The murderer used a sword weapon, and the sword was drawn very quickly. The head was cut off with one sword without any hesitation."

The old dwarf said: "Using a sword, the master of perineal cold and internal energy... who is it?"

The young dwarf said: "Go and check the list of guests who have come back to the Tang Sect, and see who is eligible."

The boy said: "Where is the old poisonous devil? The old poisonous devil is not here, is he dead or has he escaped?"

The old dwarf looked at the young dwarf and asked, "Do you want to find it?"

The young dwarf said: "Fourth brother, let's see if the precious bats are still there."

The boy said, "Okay."

Still holding the head in one hand, he took out a bamboo whistle with the other and blew it silently.

After a while, several big bats that had been frightened by the big movement came back in groups flapping their wings.

The old dwarf said: "It seems that there are only a few of them."

The young dwarf said: "Don't bring them all out in the future, and keep a few of them by Bat King's side for breeding at all times, so as not to be killed by others."

(End of this chapter)