Jiang Sheng drove the carriage and sent the overly frightened second young master Zhu back to his mansion.

Li Sui went to Tianspider Hall alone.

Pan Shihou rolled up his sleeves and concentrated on trimming a pot of pagoda pine in the yard, which looked particularly relaxed and leisurely. A twig was growing vigorously and upright, but half of it stretched out from the side. He held his breath and aimed at the scissors, but a person suddenly appeared behind him. So his hand was frightened and with a "click", the whole plant was broken.

“…”

Pan Shihou turned his head angrily, looking at his posture as he was about to scold his servant, but he didn't expect that the person who came was Li Sui, and his face suddenly turned from gloomy to clear. He smiled attentively: "Why are you here now? You haven't gone to Hydrangea Valley to enjoy the scenery and relax?"

"Forty killers are ambushed in the Hydrangea Valley." Li Sui said, "Now they are all dead."

Pan Shihou was shocked when he heard this: "How could there be a killer hidden there? Could it be the same group of people as Hu Xiaoxiao that day? Behind it is Shangru Villa or Burning Fire Hall. Have you ever left a living mouth?"

Li Sui's voice was filled with coldness and coldness: "No need to stay."

Pan Shihou asked in a confused manner: "Why don't you have to stay? Could it be that the other party has revealed his origin, or have you found something?"

Li Sui looked at him: "There are no more than five people who know that I am going to Hydrangea Valley today."

Pan Shihou frowned first, and after reacting, he was shocked and said hurriedly: "Your nephew is not suspicious of me, right? I have always been open and honest, and I have taken every step very carefully, for fear of making mistakes. Besides, I am not unclear about my nephew's martial arts cultivation, so why would he send me only forty people to assassinate?"

Li Sui cut off his words: "Where is your son?"

"This..." Pan Shihou's face turned pale: "Jinhua left the house early in the morning... No, I have taught him since I was a child to take his nephew as an example. How could he do such a confused thing? It is absolutely impossible."

After a cup of tea, Pan Jinhua was called back from the teahouse by his servants. He entered the front hall and saw Li Sui also being there, his eyes unconsciously dodged aside.

Pan Shihou hurriedly asked, "Where have you gone?"

Pan Jinhua replied: "Eight Immortals Teahouse, I have made an appointment with a few friends today to watch operas and listen to books. The new team sang pretty well. Next time, if my grandma thinks that her family is boring, she can--"

Before he could "can" the second half, a cold sword had already been put on his shoulders.

"Nephew!" Pan Shihou's voice changed in shock, and he hurriedly held Li Sui's arm, "Nephew, don't be angry, Jinhua may be really listening to the opera, let me ask clearly."

Pan Jinhua also stiffened his neck and did not dare to move, and only gritted his teeth and said, "What are you going to do?"

Li Sui said coldly: "There is only a dead end to collusion with the Demon Cult."

Hearing the word "Demon Cult", Pan Jinhua's eyes became even more panicked, but he was still tough: "Don't swear at others, how could I have something to do with the Demon Cult?"

Pan Shihou hugged Li Sui's arm and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, although Jinhua is not good at playing, he will not be incompatible with black and white. Please don't act impulsively!"

"You know whether there is or not." Li Sui's tone was as cold as Jian Feng, "I don't listen to nonsense, so you either admit it or die."

"My nephew!" Pan Shihou stood unsteadily, his whole body was trembling so much that he was about to sift out the chaff.

Pan Jinhua said fiercely: "I don't!"

Li Sui's sword tip was slightly wrong, and a blood mark was immediately imprinted on the other party's neck. Before the blood flowed, it was frozen to solidify by the cold air of Xiangjun Sword. Pan Jinhua's teeth trembled, and his neck was as stiff as an ice cover, and half of the brain marrow was paralyzed.

Pan Shihou sat on the ground tremblingly. Looking at the posture, he thought his son was dead.

Pan Jinhua rolled his Adam's apple and wanted to swallow his saliva, but found that the root of his tongue was no longer under his control. Thousands of ice needles were wandering in his blood, with a heart-wrenching pain and fear. He looked at Li Sui in panic, without any doubt. If he did not admit it, his trachea would be cut off by the other party.

"Yes..." He tried his best to squeeze out a vague word from his mouth, "It's me."

Li Sui reunited his sword and returned to the sheath. Pan Jinhua fell back on the chair, held Bingliang's neck with both hands, and breathed in a mess.

Pan Shihou's face was not much better than his son at this time. Although he had been helped up by Li's entourage on the ground and his son was not dead, his lips were still trembling and he asked in disbelief: "What does it mean, what does it mean? Do you really have contact with the Demon Sect?"

"Yes... no, no, I don't." Pan Jinhua said in a mess, his voice was hoarse and chapped, "They looked for me many times, but I didn't agree. It was just this time, this time--"

Li Sui finished speaking for him: "This time you hate me so much that you collude with the Burning Palace and want to kill me?"

Pan Jinhua's eyes were covered with blood, and his ghost-like white face was ferocious and resentful. His chest was undulating violently, as if he had been holding back a lot of words, but he was shrouded in the strong murderous intent in the room and finally swallowed it all.

Pan Shihou raised his master and slapped his son in the face, furious: "Are you crazy?"

Pan Jinhua's cheeks quickly turned red, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and a hatred was also found in her voice: "If you hadn't been comparing him with me, how could I be bribed by the Burning Palace?"

"Bastard, you dare to make excuses!" Pan Shihou was furious and was so angry that he couldn't find anything to match in the house. He took a broom outside the door and started beating him. He even scolded the rebels. The servants outside the courtyard didn't know what was going on. When they heard this, they were so scared that they didn't dare to speak.

Li followed him and walked out.

"Nephew!" Pan Shihou dropped his broom and hurriedly chased him to plead, "Jinhua, I will definitely teach you a good lesson, and then ask the whole thing in detail to find out the cause and effect of the whole thing. I also ask the nephew to give him a high hand and give him a way out."

Li Sui knew in his heart that the other party had beaten and scolded him just now, but he didn't want to pursue it. As for Pan Jinhua, whether he had been in contact with the Demon Sect for a long time, or as he said, he only traded once on impulse, and had already exposed his identity. Those who became abandoned children had no great value to themselves and Chi Tian.

...

The sun gradually descended.

Zhu Yanyin was sitting at the table, with a cup of cold tea in his hand.

Unlike what Jiang Shenglin expected, although he was afraid, he was not afraid that his legs and feet would become weak and he needed his servants to carry him back to the bedroom. On the contrary, Mr. Zhu walked back by himself. Although his steps were still very floating, his face had already turned blood. When Zhu Zhang and Zhu Xiaosui asked about it, he could also answer steadily, "Well, I went out of the city to relax."

Jiang Shenglin didn't understand where his sudden calmness came from, so he tried to ask, "Isn't I afraid anymore?"

Zhu Yanyin "Gudong Gudong" and poured three cups of herbal tea in a row, then said in a panic: "I'm afraid, but if Uncle Zhang finds out, he will talk about it for a long time and will hire dozens of more guards to follow him in the future. It's better to hide it."

Jiang Shenglin gave a thumbs up: Be brave and resourceful, be brave and resourceful!

Although Zhu Yanyin did not see the blood that was storm this time, the words "I also knocked those people's heads with the hilt of the sword" were still very scary. But the sky was getting dark outside, and it was as if it was about to rain or haunt.

In order to have a good night's sleep and no longer dream of wild headshots, Lord Li took the initiative to ask Jiang Shenglin for a box of sleep aids and a few drops of prepared flower oil that can calm the mind on the pillow. He asked again: "Do I want to eat more millet porridge, honeysuckle tea, milk soup and mung beans recently to calm the mind?"

Doctor Jiang was very pleased. He was worthy of being the young master from the Zhu Mansion in Jiangnan. He was indeed smart and intelligent, which made the doctor worry-free.

In comparison, another patient is simply bald.

Jiang Sheng was desperate to get the medicine box and searched for some flower oil from it. Zhu Yanyin saw that there were still a few small blue porcelain bottles inside, so he asked casually: "What is this?"

Jiang Shenglin replied: "Very toxic."

Zhu Yanyin's hand stopped in the air and slowly shrank back. Why did you put poison together with flower oil? You really won't take the wrong ones? It looks like the bottles are almost the same.

Jiang Shenglin smiled and said, "It's not very poisonous, it's locust flowers honey. If anyone thinks the medicine is too bitter, I'll pour him a few pills."

"That's it." Zhu Yanyin breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a moment, and took out a small wooden box from the low cabinet. "This is pine nuts and snow candy. If the miracle doctor doesn't dislike it, please use it together."

Jiang Shenglin wanted to refuse, but then he thought that the candy from Zhufu in Jiangnan may not be sure to use 80 years to get a pound of precious honey. It is okay to bring a little, after all, everyone wants to see the world.

So two large bottles were filled.

Flower oil has a good effect on calming the mind. This night, I prayed to Yanyin in the heavy rain all over the city, unable to sleep without even having a single dream.

When Jiang Shenglin returned to the inn, Li Sui was still full of tide, with black and wet hair tied behind his head at random, and was sitting at the table wiping his sword.

Jiang Shenglin's first reaction: "You're poisonous again?"

Li Sui replied: "No."

"That's good." Jiang Shenglin breathed a sigh of relief, "How is the other end of Tianzhutang?"

"It's Pan Jinhua." Li Sui said, "I went to Tianspider Hall ten times, and I could see me scolding my son eight times. I guess he was scolded for something wrong and was bewitched by the Burning Palace."

"Then... forget it?" According to the rules of the world, I went privately with the Demon Cult, and I had to lose my skin even if I didn't die.

Li Sui put down Xiangjunjian: "Pan Shihou has only that son, even if he is a waste, he dresses up brightly and beautifully, and it is better than not at home."

Jiang Shenglin: You can say that you are so sarcastic and unpleasant, and you are worthy of being you.

The next round of medicine has been decocted. Li Sui closed his eyes and frowned: "Why are you getting more and more bitter? What's your skill?"

Doctor Jiang: "What, I have to boil the medicine for you to make it look good and fragrant?"

Li Sui: "..."

Jiang Shenglin took out a small bottle from the box: "Try it."

The sugar granules were crisp and small, not too sweet, but more of the aroma of pine nuts. Li Sui was impatient and kept it in his mouth, and squeaked with his teeth, and soon he was empty half a bottle.

Jiang Shenglin asked: "It's delicious."

Li Sui lazily leaned on the chair: "It's done."

Jiang Shenglin introduced: "This is the candy given by Zhu Er Gongzi. In addition to pine nuts and honey, there may be 800-year-old snow lotus and 800-year-old ginseng. If you eat a few more bottles, you may be able to cure the poison and the injury."

Li Sui: "This is how you miraculous doctors treat you?"

Jiang Shenglin: "It was not before, but now it is. Zhu Mansion even needs to apply scent to the wheels of the carriage. There is nothing else that cannot be done. You can't imagine the happiness of the prominent tribes in Jiangnan."

Li Sui threw the empty bottle back: "If you go around the streets and alleys to sell fake medicine, you will probably not be able to eat the same old ginseng in three years."

Jiang Shenglin: It makes sense, so can you give me a face faster? Don’t delay my second spring of getting rich by selling King Kong Dali Pills.
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