Merry Xianggong Ximen Qing

() The second is delivered!

"Don't forget your identity at any time." Song Jiang nodded slightly with some satisfaction, but then frowned and turned his back, his eyes didn't know where to fall: "Don't forget that we came to Liangshan to fall grass. for what?"

Huarong only felt Song Jiang's words ringing in his ears for a long time, his temples throbbed, and his mouth was as dry as sand.

Why?It was for Song Jiang's dream.

At first, Hua Rong thought that helping Song Jiang realize his dream was his lifelong goal.

But later, Huarong discovered that Song Jiang's dream began to distort and deform.

Become a quagmire, sink yourself deeply into it, unable to extricate yourself.

Hua Rong was silent for a long time before trying to swallow what little saliva he had, and replied in a low voice with a hoarse voice: "Brother Gongming, the higher-ups don't mean anything."

Before he finished speaking, Song Jiang's face twisted like a black bottomless quagmire: "Superior? They think they understand what I want, and use that kind of thing to lure me and threaten me. But since going up the mountain After that, I realized what I really wanted!"

Without waiting for Huarong to respond, Song Jiang clenched his fists: "Right! Absolute right! With this kind of right, do I still have to go to that broken yamen? With the right, I am the emperor of Liangshan! My life is no worse than that of the palace. That official is poor and can do whatever he wants!"

Song Jiang suddenly turned his head, looked at Hua Rong and said, "Do you not want this kind of right?"

Hua Rong slumped down on the bed, smiled wryly, "Just for this right, brother Gongming, how many people are you going to kill?"

"How many people?" Song Jiang said with a sudden smile: "If he didn't take the top spot, who cares? Anyone who stands in my way will be killed!"

Hua Rong saw ferocity from Song Jiang's smile, raised his head and looked at Song Jiang seriously: "Does this include me?"

This question was straightforward, but Song Jiang's face was not moved at all, but his voice became softer, and he stretched out his finger to his chest: "Although you and Yuerong are my righteous brothers and sisters, here, you are all my Song Jiang." Gongming's brothers and sisters, of course they won't block me, right?"

Hua Rong didn't expect Song Jiang's reply to include Hua Yuerong: "Brother Gongming, I really don't want to go on like this. Every night, I dream of that night, that willow forest, and Chao The face of a king."

"Why should a man be afraid of trifles?" Song Jiang thought for a while and said, "Ximen Qing will soon become a corpse. It's the same with Chao Gai. After a while, you will forget their names, and the people on the mountain are the same .”

Hua Rong gritted his teeth and said, "Then brother Gongming, please find another wise man. Hua Rong's ability is limited, and he really can't share his worries!"

Song Jiang looked at Hua Rong coldly, and after a while, he reached out and took out something from his pocket: "My dear brother, do you know what this is?"

Seeing that Song Jiang took out a small three-inch gourd, Hua Rong naturally didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd.

Looking at Hua Rong who shook his head slightly, Song Jiang shook the gourd and asked, "My dear brother, do you know why you are poisoned?"

"Hua Rong doesn't know." Hua Rong felt that his breathing was about to stop, his limbs were terribly cold, but his head felt as if it was thrown into a pot and boiled in a scorching pain.

Song Jiang gently opened the lid of the gourd, poured some white powdered medicine from it, and spread it on his left hand: "This is the antidote, come and get it."

"Where did Brother Gongming get the antidote?" Hua Rong seemed to have figured out something, and instead of stretching out his hand, he covered himself with a quilt, not even showing his hands.

"Why?" Song Jiang sighed, "Why do you have to ask clearly? Without this antidote, you won't be able to survive tonight."

Before the words fell, Song Jiang slowly turned his left hand, watching the white powder gradually fall, and explained: "Originally, this poison follows the circulation of Qi and blood, and it will take seven days to break out. I didn't expect that you and Ximen Qing The little concubine is fighting arrows, her qi and blood are messed up, so the attack happened earlier."

Hua Rong never stretched out his hand, watching the powdered white medicine that could save his life flying in the air, it seemed that Song Jiang just sprinkled a handful of flour: "It turns out that this poison is also the work of a military adviser."

"That's right." Song Jiang turned back to his left hand again, poured some powdered white medicine in the palm of his hand again and said, "It's the medicine prepared by the military master, but I brought you the glass of wine."

"Come and get it."

"I'm tired." Hua Rong shrank under the quilt: "Brother Gongming, you put the antidote on the table and I'll sleep first."

Song Jiang raised his left hand, and raised the powdered white medicine like a goddess scattering flowers: "My dear brother, why should I keep the antidote?"

Hua Rong kept silent, turned his face away, no longer looked at Song Jiang, and ignored the powdered medicine flying in the sky.

The medicine that can save your life.

Song Jiang took the little gourd back into his arms, and said softly: "My dear brother, you sleep and I will come to see you tomorrow."

It was as if Song Jiang took good care of Hua Rong when he was sick.

Hua Rong never turned back, nor did he make any movement. Even Song Jiang walked to the door and paused for a while, but there was no reaction.

Song Jiang stretched out his hand to open the door, and walked away without closing the door, letting the cold night wind blow in

Brothers of the opposite sex are nothing more than that.

Without waiting for the sun to rise, Hua Rong will turn into a cold corpse.

"Anyway, Huarong's identity has been exposed, it's best to cut off this thread."

Song Jiang thought coldly, looking at Hua Yuerong standing in the courtyard, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Once Hua Rong dies, Hua Yuerong will soon be able to marry Qin Ming."

Hua Yuerong watched Song Jiang leave suddenly with a look of astonishment. She didn't even close the door, and passed by her without any pause. Is this still the Song Jiang she is familiar with?

Is it still that Song Jiang who is full of smiles?

Hua Yuerong ran into the house in a hurry and closed the door. Hua Rong fell ill very suddenly, and she was at a loss, but at least she knew that the patient was unstoppable.

Hua Rong turned over and sat up: "Sister, bring a pen and paper."

Song Jiang walked out of Huarong's yard, and Xiao Luo was holding a lantern in front of him. Thinking thoughtfully, Song Jiang took out the little gourd from his bosom, put it in his hand and stroked it.

"This gourd is really pretty." The little guy who accompanied him laughed and said, "It's a treasure if it's well plated."

Song Jiang laughed and said, "How precious is a little thing?"

Before the words fell, Song Jiang threw the little gourd in his hand into the darkness in the astonishment of Xiao Luo.

"It's boring to disk for a few days, it's better to lose it and find another one."

Xiao Luo smiled and said: "If you don't go to the old one, you won't come to the new one. I'll find a better one for the boss some other day!"

Song Jiang smiled and patted the young man's shoulder: "Then I'll leave it to you."

The little guy was patted twice by Song Jiang, flattered, and hurriedly patted his chest and said: "Wrap it on me!"——

"You are Master Luo?"

Ximen Qing seemed to have arrived at Erxian Mountain in a daze. When he entered the main hall, he saw a Taoist priest wearing a light yellow gossip robe, with an ebony hairpin on his head to keep his white hair in place. If you close your eyes, please don’t know it’s meditation Still resting.

Everything is very clear, except the Taoist priest's face is blurred, no matter how you look at it, you can't see clearly, even men, women and children.

"How did you come?"

Master Luo's voice didn't look old, but sounded very young, which surprised Ximen Qing a little.

"I don't know how I got here." Ximen Qing suddenly realized that he didn't know what kind of etiquette to use to deal with it. He simply used "I" to address himself like before time travel, not a disciple, nor Xiao Ke, etc. .

"Huh?" Master Luo frowned slightly: "I don't know?"

"I really don't know." After saying this, Ximen Qing couldn't help but look behind him, and there was a blur behind him, and even the air was visibly distorted.

"Hmph. It's not time yet, what are you doing here?" Na Luo stretched out a hand in disdain, as if pinching something.

"The skin on this hand is smooth and well-maintained." Ximen Qing was also very surprised at his own thoughts: "It's even prettier than a woman's hand."

"I see"

Master Luo thought about it for a while, then withdrew his hand and said, "That guy Gongsun Sheng is so bold that he listened to you and only taught you this little thing?"

"I said that the writing of the gods is like a heavenly book, how do you want me to learn it?" Ximen Qing said with a bitter face: "You see, there is no problem, how can a mortal body like me learn it well?"

Master Luo coughed, and said angrily, "There is no booklet for the Five Thunders of the Heavenly Gang. It was written by Gongsun Sheng based on his own experience. It is only natural that you can't learn it."

"Anyway, I'm here too, so let's ask the gods for a quick solution." Ximen Qing said with a shy face, "You can't come here for nothing."

"Didn't he teach you the quick method, why are you messing around?" Master Luo scolded: "Since you can't learn it, it means that this method is not for you, why force it?"

"The power of the Thunder God Stone is too strong, you can't control it now, so I might as well put a ban on it for you."

As soon as Master Luo said this, Ximen Qing waved his hand and said: "No, how good this power is, when the time comes, I raise my hand and talk and laugh, and the mast will fly into ashes and annihilate, handsome!"

"You don't want to die?" Master Luo reminded coldly: "If you didn't consume too much mind, you would come here? Come again, you will be annihilated in ashes, believe it or not?"

Speaking of Master Luo impatiently waving his hand, Ximen Qing felt a thunderbolt move in his waist, and immediately fell silent again, as if Master Luo had already imposed the restraint before raising his hand.

Originally, I wanted to ask Master Luo to give me some ways to strengthen my mind, but I haven't said this, and the speed is too fast!

Ximen Qing was a little annoyed, and was thinking about how to get Master Luo to release the restraint, when Master Luo put down his hands and shouted: "Go back!"

Like a marionette, Ximen Qing's body seemed to be raised by a hand, and he kept backing away, while the wind kept ringing in his ears.

"Your sister! Let me finish my sentence!"

Ximen Qing suddenly turned over and sat up!

The romantic husband Ximen Qing:

Chapter 160: The Last Night of Hua Rong:

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