This mixed martial arts is not serious

Chapter 81 You disappoint me
into the night.

Because Dugu Yihe's "resurrection" during the day also restored peace to the Emei sect, which had some rumors during the day.

After Dugu Yihe was "resurrected", his seven disciples once again strengthened their protection of their master. The seven of them took turns guarding outside Dugu Yihe's room day and night.

Tonight is the first night of the vigil.

Zhang Yingfeng and Yan Renying, the three heroes of the "Three Heroes and Four Beauties", guarded the door, while Su Shaoying went to the kitchen to brew medicine.

"Elder brother, the medicine is ready."

Winter nights always come earlier than other seasons. At the end of the Youshi period, the cold wind and darkness have completely enveloped Mount Emei. Su Shaoying came from the kitchen with a bowl of fried medicinal soup.

Zhang Yingfeng glanced at him and nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, second junior brother."

Say it.

He took the decoction from Su Shaoying's hand, then took out a fat field mouse from the bag on his waist, and then made some decoction and fed it to it.

Although the Emei Sect does not have a "nine-year compulsory education," Dugu Yihe can be accepted as a disciple, so Zhang Yingfeng and others cannot be stupid.

Even though he knew that someone could poison the soup last night without him noticing, he was still unprepared this time.

After the field mouse drank the decoction.

Zhang Yingfeng and Su Shaoying waited for nearly two quarters of an hour. Seeing that the field mouse was not seriously ill, Zhang Yingfeng and Su Shaoying entered the room with medicine bowls.

On the bed in the room.

Dugu Yihe was still unconscious, but compared to the daytime, his face had regained some color.

The two came to the window.

Su Shaoying stretched out her hand to lift up Dugu Yihe, and then Zhang Yingfeng fed the soup into Dugu Yihe's mouth little by little with a medicine spoon.

Wait until the bowl of medicine is finished.

Zhang Yingfeng took the medicine bowl away, while Su Shaoying turned sideways and carefully laid Dugu Yihe flat on the pillow again.

And just then.

Only a sigh was heard, suddenly coming from behind the bed.

"Ugh!"

"who?"

Zhang Yingfeng and Su Shaoying were shocked and subconsciously put their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.

But the next moment.

The two men's expressions dropped, and they held their fists in a respectful salute.

"Meet the leader."

"I've met Divine Doctor Luo."

Two figures walked out from behind the bed. They were none other than Guo Xiang and Luo Yang.

Guo Xiang was still wearing the same plain robe, with a dark gold sword hanging on her waist and a sheathed sword hanging on the end. Although this sword was decorated in a simple way, as long as someone knew how to sword, even if there was a sword, Sheath, you can still feel the sharp sword energy coming from the sheath.

This is a rare magic weapon in the world.

There is only one sword with such power in the Emei Sect, and that is the [Yitian Sword] that only the leader is qualified to wear.

Seeing Guo Xiang and Luo Yang suddenly walking out from behind his master's bed, Zhang Yingfeng was startled at first, and then he couldn't help but wonder: "Master, Divine Doctor Luo, what are you..."

"Yingfeng, you disappoint me."

Before Zhang Yingfeng finished speaking, he saw Guo Xiang sighing again, looking at him with disappointment and speaking.

This made Zhang Yingfeng even more confused. He didn't understand the meaning of Guo Xiang's words at all, and said: "Master, what do you mean by this? How come the disciples can't understand?"

"Let me explain!" At this moment, Luo Yang stood up and said, "Do you know? Just now, Zhang Shaoxia, you killed your master again."

"What, this is impossible. I have obviously checked that the soup is not poisonous."

Zhang Yingfeng's face changed drastically, and he hurriedly walked to the table, picked up the porcelain bowl with the soup and medicine in it, and looked at it.

But he didn't wait long.

Luo Yang interrupted impatiently: "Okay, no need to pretend, Zhang Shaoxia, what can you tell from the poison you yourself administered?"

"Doctor Luo, what do you mean?"

"Don't you understand what it means? Ever since Su Shaoxia took this bowl of soup, the only person who has come into contact with it is you. You are the one who checked it, and you are the one who gave it to him. Naturally, the only person who has the greatest chance of poisoning is you. you."

Zhang Yingfeng seemed to be struck by lightning, his whole body suddenly froze in place, and his face suddenly turned pale.

He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Guo Xiang, and said, "Master, do you also suspect that I was the one who poisoned you?"

Guo Xiang sighed, closed her eyes slightly, and said: "Yingfeng, the evidence is conclusive, you can't deny it. Shaoying, this matter is an internal dispute within your sect. It is not convenient for a poor nun to take action. According to the rules of the sect, just It’s up to you to clean up the door!”

"Yes, Master."

Su Shaoying on the side heard this and replied to Guo Xiang.

Then he slowly pulled out the new long sword from his waist, looked at Zhang Yingfeng with cold eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother."

Zhang Yingfeng turned pale, staggered back a few steps, and almost fell to the ground: "No, second junior brother, you have to believe me. It's really not me who poisoned me. I never thought about murdering the master. It's not me. It's really not me." ·······”

Zheng!
The sword light suddenly rises.

Su Shaoying suddenly drew his sword and stabbed Zhang Yingfeng in the throat, intending to kill him with one blow.

Looking at the sharp sword thrust by his junior brother, Zhang Yingfeng was in complete despair. Seeing that the sword was about to completely pierce Zhang Yingfeng's throat, at this moment, a large sleeve robe suddenly rolled up.

There was a bang.

The long sword in Su Shaoying's hand, which had just been replaced during the day, was unexpectedly broken by a blow from Liuyun Iron Sleeve again.

The person who took action was Guo Xiang.

This sudden scene immediately stunned Zhang Yingfeng and Su Shaoying.

Guo Xiang retracted her long sleeves, waved twice casually, and threw the broken sword into seven or eight pieces on the ground. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were not only filled with disappointment, but also a hint of indifference.

But this time the person he was looking at was no longer Zhang Yingfeng, but Su Shaoying.

"Su Shaoying, I have given you more than one chance."

"Master, forgive me."

Su Shaoying immediately fell to her knees.

Guo Xiang's face did not have the gentleness of the past, only a look of coldness and solemnity remained. She said coldly: "Forgive me? Then what sin do you think I should forgive you for?"

"This this······"

Su Shaoying hesitated for a long time, cold sweat gradually broke out on her forehead, but she still couldn't utter a single word.

See this.

Even the disappointed look in Guo Xiang's eyes disappeared, leaving only a sneer: "Haha~ Elder Dugu really took on a good disciple! It seems that if I don't tell you, you really don't intend to admit that you murdered your master. Fact?"

Click~
Guo Xiang's words were like thunder.

But this time it was no longer Zhang Yingfeng who was attacking, but Su Shaoying.

In an instant.

Su Shaoying's entire face suddenly turned pale, and panic gradually appeared in his eyes. He looked at Guo Xiang incredulously, as if he didn't understand how Guo Xiang knew about this.

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(End of this chapter)