Chapter 5, The Hidden Truth
"Why poison?" Leng Wushuang said coldly
Leng Wushuang pressed her lips tightly together, her eyes ablaze with fury. Although her complexion was pale, she appeared quite spirited. "You, go down."
She no longer offered any resistance, covering her chest, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at Wuliang, swallowing the hot blood that surged to her throat, and lamented: "You are very good..."
Furthermore, the calamity of the unparalleled sword will soon occur. Wushiro, please take good care of him and do not let him act recklessly. The lady's eyes were filled with tears as she bid her final farewell to Wushiro through the carriage.
Madam San stepped back two paces in fright, grasped the hand of the old landlord, trembling yet exceptionally brave, and resolutely refused, saying: "I will not speak."
Wuliang sat foolishly on the ground, staring at her without any reaction, not even blinking. Countless thoughts raced through his mind, yet he remained motionless. After all, Young Master Wushuang had said that hitting once was still a hit, hitting twice was also a hit, and it was better to just let it be.
Indeed, it is the Third Madam. The contents of that jar turned out to be an extremely ugly crimson toad. When Hong Yinfang passed away, she had instructed her to inject some blood into it every two days.
Moreover, that frog was let loose.
Leng Wushuang was already exhausted; if it were not for her forcing herself to support her body with the Lingxi Sword in her hand, she would have likely collapsed to the ground long ago
"What should I do, Wushuang?" Wuliang pointed to his own nose and asked Leng Wushuang. Since the incident in the kitchen, her dependence on Leng Wushuang had reached a point of being inseparable.
"Of course he covets it," said the Third Madam with a cold laugh. "When he first learned that the Red Snake Frog could enhance one's martial arts for a century, he already harbored the intention to seize it."
With a whoosh, Leng Wushuang's face instantly dropped to a temperature of negative one hundred degrees as she kicked out fiercely, sending Wuliang flying, and then turned around and silently stormed off
Hahaha, Leng Wushuang, do you not realize that your sword energy is somewhat dull?" Lady San laughed wildly, her face devoid of any fear, "However, I did not expect that at this moment, you would still dare to use your internal energy.
I understand, "Wuliang jumped up, half-squatting on the round stool and slapping the table, squinting his eyes, and speaking slowly, 'Who is the real murderer!'"
The handsome man in the pool twitched the corners of his mouth, gripping the secret letter tightly, his hand trembling as if he had suffered a stroke. He then silently crumpled the paper ball into a tight ball, pinching it between his index finger, and with a pale face, flicked it upwards towards the sky
The lives of the people of Yizhai are entirely dependent on the contents of this jar; now that the contents are gone, they have fallen into complete despair
Leng Wushuang sighed deeply in secret, stood up, and said calmly: "I do not believe that there are vengeful spirits in this world, therefore, the murderer must be among us"
The two Miao people were very happy to see the small altar. After examining it, they confirmed once again that it was indeed the treasure of their village, and there was nothing inappropriate about it
Suddenly, she knocked me to the ground, looking over with a pale face
The tears of the third lady slid down suddenly, her neck unexpectedly pressed against the cold sword of Wushuang. Her ten fingers, pale and trembling, reached out towards Wushuang, completely disregarding the blood that was splattering from her neck, presenting a scene of mutual destruction. The lady was taken aback, drawing her sword in haste, but ultimately was a step too late.
Madam San, of course, was unaware of all this, so when she opened the jar for the first time and saw the small crimson toad at the bottom of the jar, she was so frightened that she dropped the jar.
That small black altar had long been opened by someone, and the items stored within had long since vanished without a trace
What needs to be done is simply one thing, which is the confrontation among the three parties
It should not be like this; the more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Suddenly, she erupted, her ten fingers reaching out towards Wuliang.
In these years, they have been relentlessly pursuing the traces of Hong Yinshuang, enduring hardships and facing countless disdainful glances, which have made them both suffer greatly. Their own village was originally a paradise, where everyone lived in harmony, and no one had ever thought of using the village's treasures to concoct powerful poisons.
Wushuang, Wushuang tightly held onto Leng Wushuang like an octopus with eight tentacles, peering out from his embrace, anxiously asking: "Are you alright"
Fortunately, Wulilang has been accustomed to sweet talk since childhood; when others are a bit indifferent to her, she instead feels that this person is genuinely caring for her with all their heart and soul
Wuliao stepped back, suddenly crouched down, clasped his head with both claws, and shouted loudly: "Everyone, flee quickly, they are going to kill and silence us..."
As the greenish fingers were about to grasp Wushilang's face, suddenly, a section of a sword sheath emerged from behind, cleverly hooking onto Wushilang's collar. With a swift motion, Wushilang was hung on the sword sheath and flew out.
Because Hong Yinsong did not inform her that the required blood needed to be mixed with phosphorus powder, the people of the Miao village, upon birth, would go to the village chief to pray. Then, the village chief would take out the treasure of the village to bless the newborn. Once the blessing was successful, a faint phosphorescence would appear in the child's blood
"Wushuang... could it be..." Wushuang covered his mouth, his gaze darting between the third lady and Leng Wushuang, tears welling up in his eyes. "Could it be... you and the third lady have an affair?" It was too chaotic; this was simply a magnificent mother-son romance, even though the young master Leng was not the biological son of the third lady.
Her delicate strength makes her even more beautiful than usual
"The victor and the vanquished," the third lady closed her eyes wearily, tears streaming down her face. Perhaps she would soon see her son. The days of toiling with the medicine were coming to an end, "So, I will no longer complain about anything"
In her eyes shot the most resentful gaze in the world, wishing that her gaze could transform into countless small knives, slicing away the flesh of Leng Wushuang piece by piece.
Silence
In her final words, Madam San spoke very ambiguously, filled with melancholy and resentment, and she closed her eyes forever
As her green fingers were about to reach for Wu Shuang's chest, Leng Wu Shuang showed no intention of evading at all. His face turned even paler, his breath became stagnant, and his eyes were filled with pain, with traces of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth
The lady sighed and patiently replied to her: "The people in the village have all come in gradually over the past twenty years; most of the original inhabitants perished in that desperate struggle."
The people here, whether directly or indirectly, have benefited from the grace of the cold old master or the madam, and their admiration for them is deeply rooted. Soon, someone jumped out to angrily retort against the Third Madam's scolding, saying: "Nonsense"
On her snow-white skin, there are blue, vein-like structures that wind and twist across her entire body. As the blood flows through them, they throb ominously, resembling countless small blue snakes coiling around her body, flicking their red tongues, ready to begin moving.
"Hong Yinsong, why are you particularly targeting Wushuang?" the lady asked, drawing her sword. "Over the years, even if what you just said holds half a grain of truth, I believe that we, mother and son, have treated you well."
Twenty years ago, you only knew that he fought to the death against the people from Miaojiang for my sake in a fit of anger. But how could you know that he actually harbored the intention to seize the sacred treasure of my tribe
"Very well, today I shall tell you what your esteemed landlord did to me back then," she said with a cold smile, suddenly lifting her garment.
"No problem," Leng Wushuang focused, pushing the tip of the sword a little closer, "this is more than enough to deal with her"
Madam San was half-sitting on the ground, her hair slightly disheveled, and her eyes reflected a sense of desolation. She chuckled softly, "I don't really mind; after all, you have all fallen into my trap. A group of people sacrificing themselves like this is quite magnificent."
Then why have you endured 20 years of time, only to take action for revenge now
One should not have overestimated Wushiro's wisdom from the very beginning
Those chronic poisons are being administered in increasing amounts each time
Then what happened?" Wulilang asked curiously, completely treating the madam's recollections as a storytelling session, frowning in thought as he asked, "Who exactly tampered with the contents of that jar?"
When Leng Wushuang was reveling in the martial world, his own son was unaware of the kind of life it entailed, being confined by his father in a small room, used to threaten his mother
Even the cold and aloof owner of the Cold Old Manor succumbed to the poison of the Sacred Domain's corpse oil, passing away within three years
She simply cannot swallow this indignation
Leng Wushuang, however, was not angry this time. His eyes sparkled as he fixed his gaze on the Second Madam, who was passing by and just about to step over the threshold. Suddenly, he said coldly, "Second Madam! Please hold on!"
Although the two individuals from the Miao region harbored deep resentment, they had no choice but to grit their teeth and comply for the sake of the greater good
I am the adopted daughter taken in by my mother on the road. She explained shyly, her gaze shifting to the cold old landlord, and with a bashful smile, she said: I did not tell you these things because my mother and I eventually parted ways.
Madam San was soon invited over, her steps graceful yet labored, pausing to catch her breath after every few steps. After much effort, she arrived at the front hall, where she did not speak but first leaned against the door frame to steady her breath before entering.
Even the madam, upon hearing Wushuang's question, covered her mouth and tearfully asked, "Is it really so?" When did these two secretly engage in such a grand affair?
Her words startled everyone, and soon a surge of anger arose within them
Leng Wushuang suppressed the raging anger in her heart, gracefully raising a sword flower in mid-air. The final move was precisely the last stance of "Drunken Like Flowing Clouds," resembling an elegant red-crowned crane, noble and graceful as it leaned forward, pointing its tip diagonally at the neck of the Third Madam.
Leng Wushuang's eyes twitched, and then his head drooped low. The temperature around him suddenly dropped, emanating a strong and piercing chill from his body. His hand slowly reached to his shoulder, gradually drawing out the blue sword.
Wuliang crouched behind Leng Wushuang, only sticking out his head, "Then what about the Second Madam?"
Fortunately, everyone was afflicted with ordinary poison, except for Wushilang, whose poison was completely extracted at once. Originally, the meat spirit mushroom pill was a rare and excellent medicine, and it is estimated that the only ones in the world are here.
In the midst of their conversation, the madam had already subdued the third lady
"It is only me, still carrying poison." Wushilang's mood suddenly sank, releasing the hand that supported Leng Wushuang, he hid alone in the corner, pointing at his fingers.
"Wushuang, are you encountering a calamity?" The lady outside the hall suddenly became tense.
Ah, I see, at once Wulilang felt a weight lifted from his heart, patting his chest and smiling, "Now I can rest assured"
The attentive crowd, all silent, gazed wordlessly at Wulilang.
The cold and aloof Wu Shuang sat quietly in the car, eyes closed as if in deep meditation like an old Zen master. Hearing Wushi Lang's solemn vow to stay by his side without leaving even a step, he couldn't help but let the corners of his lips curve slightly upward. However, the moment Wushi Lang shrank back into the car, he returned to his icy demeanor.
Or should I call you... Lady San? Leng Wushuang's brows and eyes were as cold as frost, her gaze bright and dark.
Because of that child, one must endure all of this by oneself
Madam San sneered coldly and said sorrowfully: "You have not wronged me, but he is the son of that person, and I cannot swallow this grievance."
After much contemplation, it seems that only the people from the Unloading Sword Manor have had contact with the sacred artifact. The sacred artifact must still be in the possession of someone at the Unloading Sword Manor
"Second Madam, may I take a look at your sachet?" Leng Wushuang gradually leaned closer, slowly extending her hand, her slender fingers slightly bending upwards, presenting a look of earnest request
but gave rise to two extremely different fates
The implication is that whether one is in one situation or two situations, it is still considered being in the situation. Therefore, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. Clearly, what should be most concerning here should not be her fifty suitors.
The servant by the pool broke into a cold sweat and continued to explain: "Young Master, I recognize this pigeon. Its nickname is 'Little Fifty,' which commemorates the time when I bought a total of 50 pigeons. Speaking of which, this pigeon is both gluttonous and lethargic..."
This time, Leng Wushuang did not cleave Wulilang. His eyes sparkled, radiating brilliance, and a faint smile escaped from the corners of his lips, very light and subtle, like an orchid blooming quietly at night
"Because I hate you all, I hate the hypocrisy of you Central Plains people." The Third Madam on the ground suddenly erupted in anger, straightening her neck and bringing her sword even closer to Leng Wushuang by two points: "You are just as hypocritical as your father, yet you insist on pretending to be a gentleman."
"Madam, please do not be anxious. In less than the time it takes to burn a stick of incense, everyone will be able to gather together," Third Madam slowly removed the human skin mask from her face, revealing a candid expression, her laughter gentle. "I originally thought that everyone would quietly fall asleep like this, so as not to waste the years we have spent together. However, in the end, it was discovered by the young master."
Her voice was already very delicate, and with this cry, it truly resembled a pear blossom in the rain, causing the cold old master of the manor to feel a pang in his heart, prompting him to ask more gently: "So, did she give you anything?"
The lady sighed and replied to her, "It is the third lady."
Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery was soon disrupted
The men outside the hall immediately forgot about the poisoning, clapping their hands enthusiastically, and even the matron wiped her tears with her sleeve. This child, having been led astray by chaos, has now returned to normalcy
There are currently only 42 people
The definition of mischief, in Wuliang's mind, is equivalent to the word wisdom
Everyone stood up in silence, and Wuliang discovered that each person was equipped with weapons, including knives, swords, and even whips, all of which had been deliberately concealed in their daily lives
Well then, since everyone is tired, let us return for the time being to tidy up. Starting today, we will gather in one place and cannot be separated any longer, so everyone should try to prepare the things they will need. The lady rose, appearing exhausted and somewhat melancholic.
Leng Wushuang glared, angered: "Who allowed you to call me Wushuang?" His face was filled with indifference, even tinged with impatience, as if to say that he was not familiar with the other person, which immediately caused Wuliang's mood to sour.
In order to enhance his martial arts and acquire the legendary physique that is immune to all poisons, the cold old master of the Cold Manor deceived Hong Yingshuang to obtain the sacred treasure of the Miao Village
Although the young master Leng still appeared calm and composed, with star-like eyes and lightly pursed lips, it was evident that beads of sweat, the size of mung beans, were trickling down his porcelain-like skin, drop by drop
Excluding the innocent Wuliang, all 41 individuals in the village are suspects
The house was left with a room full of maidservants, who stared in astonishment at the figure of Wushi Lang crawling out from under the table
For the past 20 years, every time she sees the comforting gaze of the madam directed at Leng Wushuang, it feels as though her heart is bleeding. Her own child should also be as tall and handsome as Leng Wushuang.
Everyone quiet down and listen to her question
Halfway through laughing, she suddenly fell silent, looking at Leng Wushuang with tear-filled eyes, pitifully crying: "Wushuang, am I too smart to show off... I don't want it anymore..."
It circled low twice
A powerful aura suddenly enveloped Wulilang's head
She refuses to accept it; she would rather die than submit to this indignation
Adding to the previous mass, it resembles a large cosmos flower blooming atop the head of Young Master Luo.
Only three ladies remain: the late Old Liu, Zhou Yidao, and Bi He
Leng Wushuang's gaze drifted over Wuliang, finally resting on the Lingxi sword at her waist, and she let out a quiet sigh, realizing that they were indeed about to be bound together
In lewd laughter ... ... In lewd laughter ... ...
Upon her utterance, the three individuals present furrowed their brows
The late Third Lady, is she really dead?
Wuliang immediately stuffed the bun in his hand into his mouth, then his eyes rolled as he looked towards Leng Wushuang
The assault from the three ladies grew increasingly intense, yet the young master Wushuang remained with one hand casually placed behind his back, handling the situation with ease. Wulilang roared and clapped from the beam: "Wushuang, for the sake of a man's pride, send her flying... Use the strength you employed to split Mount Huangshan, and send her flying..."
The sword of the madam suddenly fell down, and the resentment of the third madam was so intense that it did not seem feigned. This means that a significant portion of what she said was likely true
"Put it on." Leng Wushuang threw the cloak draped over her body far away, her cold eyes devoid of any expression: "The journey is long, and I do not wish to travel with a sickly person."
"Why are you pretending to be Yingying? Where is she?" the madam asked, her eyes filled with disbelief
This attire serves as evidence that he used me to test the poison
Unfortunately, it can only neutralize ordinary poisons, while the poison of sorcery is simply inescapable.
At that time, I was pregnant, and the child was only three to four months younger than Young Master Leng. The Third Madam glared at Leng Wushuang with resentment, saying, "In order to make me help him test the poison, he completely disregarded my child and forced me to give birth to him at seven months and took him away.
His sword calamity has manifested earlier than expected
"Unmatched, unmatched, unmatched..." He forbade calling it, but Wuliang insisted on calling it, shouting at least ten times in one breath
"Lie down!" Wuzhirang steadied himself, leaping high from the body of the third lady, his feet landing on her thoracic vertebrae, cracking and crunching, unaware of how many of her ribs he had broken, as he lunged once more towards Leng Wushuang
"Let me, let me ask a question first!" The heart of Wulilang immediately became extremely desolate. She pushed away the crowd surrounding her and made a great effort to squeeze in, asking mournfully: "Third Madam..."
Although Hong Yinsang is unaware of his own character, it would be best if Madam San could preserve this tomb, return the treasures of Miaojiang intact, and not damage the grave of her义母.
She was at the Sword Unloading Villa. The person in the pool stood up from the water, with satin-like long hair cascading down to her waist, her face adorned with droplets of water, revealing a hint of peach blossom color, exceptionally delicate and beautiful
Find medicine, suppress poison, go to the Miao village His words have always been few, and what he says is concise and clear
"Young master, it is a carrier pigeon." The servant by the pool leisurely raised a white towel.
A proud cloud like one at the edge of the sky, yet one that has been treated as a prisoner, pressed down to the depths of the earth
The two Miao people suddenly lunged forward, their expressions fierce as they asked, "Madam, could you please tell us where the grave of Hong Yinshuang is located"
Madam San was once again in tears, is that not called slightly better?
She merely bounced on herself a couple of times, and her own ribs were broken in several places
Betting one's life on the final struggle
The pain of losing one's own flesh and blood has entangled me for over 20 years
The journey is long
Hahaha ... unexpectedly, the man in the water was not angry; instead, he burst into hearty laughter, his bright eyes filled with joy. "Wulilang, there is actually an animal just like you."
The previously silent crowd immediately became agitated, tightly surrounding Lady San in the center of the circle, while Wu Shilang quickly covered his small mouth, his eyes wide open in astonishment
"What are you afraid of?" Leng Wushuang glanced at her coldly and said, "In any case, you are already poisoned."
As for how to fill it, Lady San has no idea at all
Madam San was momentarily taken aback, then immediately responded with great seriousness: "Do you take me for someone who uses inferior medicines like Hong Yin Shuang? I have never used such low-grade drugs." After a pause, she patted her chest and assured Wu Shilang: "I can guarantee that when you die, it will certainly be in a beautiful manner, with your appearance as usual..."
The circling white dove, its feathers slightly trembling, with its tail raised, unexpectedly dropped a clump of white droppings onto the head of the beautiful woman
"She has poisoned herself," said Leng Wushuang, who was held by Wulirang, slightly regaining some strength and leaning against the wall, in a cold tone.
The person beside me truly is as she described, ruthless in their methods, despicable and shameless
It is so powerful; there is no weapon in this world that is as powerful as this one
Madam San stepped back two paces in fright, hiding behind the cold old master of the manor, and said in a soft voice: "You must hate my mother dearly. If I were to tell you the location of her grave, you would surely destroy it."
In those years, every time Bi He held the dark broth and coldly watched herself drink it, the hatred in her heart grew a little more.
Everyone looked at her in silence, as if at such a moment, these were not the questions that should be asked
Madam San tilted her head in concentration and thought for a moment, then suddenly said: "Yes, there is a small jar, sealed at the mouth. I noticed that my mother liked it very much, so I buried it with her."
Indeed, what fell was a plump white dove, its feet caught by a handsome man, with an innocent gaze
Leng Wushuang's breath gradually calmed as she leaned on her sword, slowly walking up to Wuliang's front. She straightened her index finger, then bent it, flicking it against Wuliang's forehead, and said with great arrogance: "As long as I am here, nothing will happen."
"Why did you poison him?" the lady asked coldly, her finger pressing against her Qingfeng sword. "The old master was poisoned by Miao poison for your sake; you do not remember old kindness, and you should also think about the times we have endured together through thick and thin over the years.
On their faces, one wore a mask while the other was adorned with red symbols, and in a state of heightened emotion, they exuded an unsettling and indescribable strangeness.
The lethality is a hundred times stronger than that of someone who has practiced martial arts for many years
The crowd glared in anger, wishing they could, like the unparalleled young master, effortlessly strike down Wuliang Lang with a single hand
Pointing at Leng Wushuang, he said with resentment: "I hate it so much!"
Leng Wushuang's face grew even colder, and she simply picked up the steamed bun placed at the edge of the table and forcefully stuffed it into Wuliang's mouth.
Even the fifty-year-old man on the beam has noticed something amiss
Fifty Lang, still in an octopus-like posture, clung to Leng Wushuang, ignoring the anger of Young Master Leng. He turned his head and smiled shyly, saying: "Um, Third Madam, I accidentally stepped on your chest a little, my apologies"
Wuliang's mood instantly brightened, and he transformed immediately, pouncing like a bear, using both hands and feet to continue entangling Leng Wushuang, nodding with a smile: "I believe you."
It seems that this daughter has never even met anyone from the Miao region.
Fifty-year-old Yang, with his head held high, resembled a pet dog that unconditionally trusts its master, almost as if a wagging tail were to sprout from behind him, his big eyes blinking and his small mouth grinning widely in joyful laughter
His expression carried an air of arrogance, as if he were not comforting Wushi Lang, but rather making a solemn promise to him.
The handsome man in the pool heard fifty-two words, his eyes flickered, and he lowered his head to meet the innocent and dazed gaze of the dove in his hand. Then he gently laughed and said: "So greedy, so sleepy, it really resembles someone's habits." While chuckling lightly, he gently released the dove's foot that he had been pinching with his index finger, "For the sake of your good name, I will spare you this time"
"Madam San, why did you poison?"
At his call, everyone turned their heads and stared at him in a daze
Although these two Miao people were deceived by Hong Yingshuang and have endured great hardships in pursuit of her over the past three years, their simple and honest nature, cultivated over many years, imbues them with a certain sincerity. During their time in the village, they have surprisingly established a harmonious relationship with the villagers.
With this sudden lunge from Wuliao, he naturally no longer had the strength to defend himself
She has always been quiet and polite, treating others with kindness and rarely getting angry; this is the first time she has scolded so harshly.
The small jar is only the size of a palm, dark in color, with the mouth tightly sealed by thick cowhide. The surface of the jar is covered with talismans, and the entire body of the jar is crafted in a very antiquated style. It feels somewhat heavy when held in hand
I will take good care of him, never leaving his side.
"Fifty Lang, you must take good care of Shuang'er for me." The first lady repeatedly instructed Fifty Lang, covering everything from Leng Wushuang's temperament and habits to her dietary preferences, leaving no detail unaddressed
"Why didn't you tell us?" The two from Miaojiang were even more furious; if it weren't for the displeased expression of the old master Leng blocking them, they would have almost lunged forward.
Seeing Leng Wushuang's pale face and blood at the corner of his mouth, Wuliang was greatly shocked. Without a second thought, he arched his body and leaped down from the beam. His aim was precise and his strike fierce, landing squarely on the head of the Third Madam. The Third Madam never expected that Wuliang would jump down from the beam, and she was struck so hard that she saw stars and foamed at the mouth
It is the figure of many people running swiftly.
Madam San suddenly laughed heartily, her whole body trembling with laughter
Therefore, one can only scare oneself into fainting before being knocked unconscious
The crowd appeared to suddenly understand, their ambiguous and unspoken gazes following Wulilang as he moved about
"Distribute all the meat spirit mushroom pills," the madam waved her hand, placing the bottle in the hands of the nearest maid. "Common poisons can all be neutralized."
Everyone held their breath, even Leng Wushuang slightly turned her face to listen attentively
The second lady's face suddenly turned pale, and she stammered, "What sachet? I have never used a sachet; could it be the scent of sandalwood from the Buddhist hall"
The murderer is... the vengeful spirit of Miaojiang! Fifty Lang laughed heartily, dancing with joy: "Hahaha, I am truly too clever."
He asked in a trembling voice: "Are you two here to find Mother?"
Master Xiao is bald, so he never takes off his hat throughout the seasons. When Wushilang was young, every time he misbehaved, the maid in the house would scare him by saying: "Wushilang, if you continue to be naughty, you will end up bald like the master."
A flock of pure white doves flew in from outside the fence, all landing by the hot springs of Luoxia Mountain Villa
Where are we going, Wushuang
The sword of the Leng family is indeed unparalleled in the world, but every practitioner of the Leng family's "Drunken Like Flowing Clouds" sword technique must face a sword tribulation. If one cannot comprehend the final move, they will gradually fall into madness.
Seeing the two Miao people in the lobby, I couldn't help but shiver
What does it matter if one possesses great martial skills? Everyone experiences moments of dissatisfaction.
Originally, the matter could have concluded here in a satisfactory manner
Moreover, only those who knew about this matter 20 years ago could possibly understand it," Wushilang interjected. This time, Leng Wushuang did not glare at her fiercely; she merely let out a cold snort from her nostrils and said, "Nonsense."
Fifty Lang was倒栽 on the roof beam, silently gazing at the cold, frost-covered Leng Wushuang.
Because everyone knows that within that small jar lies the lifeblood of the entire village, where one action affects a hundred lives
Did you poison it
Thinking of this, the cold old master proposed: "I have a compromise method, is that acceptable?"
Originally, those two Miao people were indeed stubborn individuals; once they had established a fact, they became even more relentless.
From the very beginning, it was the dowry of the lady
They are brothers
On the fourteenth day, the person who fetched the small altar returned in a flurry of dust and fatigue
With a long arm, he hooked around Wuliang's waist and pulled her over, then coldly bid farewell to his mother: "Do not see me off, return to the manor"
The pigeons by the pond huddled together, cooing softly, when a plump one, squeezed out, suddenly flapped its wings and soared into the sky
Madam San has poisoned everyone, causing panic among all, yet Madam Da remains exceptionally calm, which is inseparable from this bottle of meat ganoderma pills
Thus, her husband, who existed in her heart like a deity, suddenly bore a deep chasm; years of faith collapsed in an instant, and she felt as if she had lost her support, aging by more than a decade in a moment
Indeed, the third lady, pretending to be the second lady, straightened up and cast a charming glance at Leng Wushuang, her voice immediately turning sweet and soft: "I must say, young master, your discernment is becoming sharper by the day"
The servant by the pool immediately had a nosebleed, and his brain was congested
Upon hearing this, the two people opposite immediately responded, "Then, Miss Hong, where is the silver frost from our village now?"
"Impossible," the lady interrupted her, her face filled with anger. "The old landlord's martial arts are among the best in the entire Jianghu; he would never covet the things of your barbarian tribe"
Generally, the predecessors of the Leng family encounter their sword tribulation around the age of forty. Madam Leng originally had great confidence in Leng Wushuang's ability to capture the Third Madam single-handedly, but despite her numerous calculations, she did not anticipate that his sword tribulation would manifest at the age of 20
Aromatic and light
Over the past 20 years, the villa has become increasingly desolate, and coupled with the matriarch's consistent approach of maintaining a low profile and handling matters with indifference, many issues have been endured with great difficulty
The servant by the pool could no longer withstand the blow, rolled his eyes back, and immediately fainted
"Alright, you speak," the two individuals from Miaojiang coldly glared at Madam San, gritting their teeth
Then, with both hands clasped behind the head, he pretended to cry out loudly.
Unexpectedly, after two weeks, the two people from Miaojiang returned, declaring in a fit of anger that they would perish together with the Xie Jian Mountain Villa
In an instant, the crowd surrounding Madam San scattered like birds and beasts, rushing out to the hall, looking at Leng Wushuang and Madam San with immense disdain, their eyes reflecting a scene of an illicit affair between a man and a woman.
Her voice was delicate and weak; before she even spoke, tears were already welling up in her eyes. The two people across from her, who were previously filled with rage, were taken aback by her question and exclaimed in astonishment, "Does Hong Yinfang have a daughter?"
Wuliang's tears welled up as he held his head, instinctively crouching down, beginning to earnestly recall and ponder... When exactly did he offend the young master Wushuang again...
The corners of Lady San's mouth twitched as if suffering from a stroke, her gaze shifting from hatred to a deep resentment, suddenly directed towards Wushi Lang
Young Master Leng is adept at condensing sentences, thus the words he speaks undergo a qualitative transformation
Especially the lady, who also learned several methods of pickling vegetables from their village.
The voice is magnetic, bringing a deep sense of comfort, akin to savoring a fine cup of tea
A slender, fair arm, glistening with droplets of water, emerged from the pool, resembling exquisite white jade. In the misty warmth of the hot spring, the owner of the white arm gently responded, "Hmm"
If the mountain does not come to me, then I shall go to the mountain
Then, dragging his feet, he walked out like a wandering soul
The servant immediately looked panicked at the person in the pool and stammered an explanation: "Well, young master, recently the pigeons have been eating corn, and it is quite normal for a couple of them to have diarrhea occasionally..."
This idea is indeed quite moderate
Those who know her appearance are even rarer
Cold Wushuang sneered: "Where is the Second Madam? Then one must ask the Third Madam."
Smiling and smiling, before long, he became quiet, with his head covered in pigeon droppings. Luo Jinfeng gazed at the plump white pigeon by the shore, her tender red lips slightly curved, her eyes filled with gentle smiles.
Upon their inquiry, Lady San's tears immediately fell, and she sorrowfully said: "Mother has already passed away on the way to Wan Nan."
Old Master Leng protected the Third Madam, frowning secretly. Reflecting on the fierce expressions of the two just now, he couldn't help but lean towards his Third Madam in his heart
"Hmph," said Madam San, turning around to look at the person who had jumped out, and mockingly said, "How long have you been in the manor? Do you truly understand the true nature of the old thief, Leng?"
The poison in Wuliang's body requires first taking medication that can alleviate the onset of toxicity, and only then will he have the strength to go to the Miao village to obtain the antidote
Since the other party was so adamant, the cold old master naturally had no reason to continue arguing
Like a wound in the heart that can never fully heal, even the slightest touch will cause it to bleed profusely
Leng Wushuang listened coldly from the side in silence, and as time passed, her patience gradually wore thin
For many years, it has become a treasured item in the collection
They refer to this phosphorescence as holy light
The madam gradually stood firm, turned her face, and looked at the second madam with a face full of surprise
The old master Leng walked over, took her hand, and said gently: "These two are here to seek your adoptive mother; whatever you know, please tell them."
Words that are clearly filled with affection, when they come from his mouth, are always cold and indifferent
Therefore, nothing is as important as that small jar
"You cannot touch her," Leng Wushuang said, brandishing his sword in anger: "She is mine..."
Thus, she will cry so bitterly today
Wuliao Lang poked his head out of the carriage again and nodded vigorously
In fact, not only have they never seen her daughter, but they have also never seen Hong Yingshuang herself. The women in their village have worn masks for many years. Hong Yingshuang learned witchcraft from outsiders in her early years and has not been in the village since.
"Wushuang, now we are all going to die!" Her tears began to well up again, shimmering and swirling in her eyes.
Her eyes were tightly closed, with long eyelashes resting downwards, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile on her face. A trickle of blood slowly seeped from her mouth, dark yet translucent red
After a moment of silence
Strangely enough, after being jumped and pounced on by Wulilang, the pain in his chest actually eased a little.
Her tone was permeated with deep hatred
This stay has lasted for more than half a month
How can one not feel dizzy? It is well known throughout the entire estate that the young master has a cleanliness obsession
Will this poison have any side effects, such as scarring, deformity, or a complete change in appearance
Therefore, he and she have spent too much time together
In fact, this should be said like this: she is the person I am responsible for detoxifying! ... There is no need for you to lift a finger to hit her ...
Indeed, it became quiet all of a sudden
Her eyes and nose were all smiling together.
Clearly, he was reminded of the late old landlord
Then why do the people in the village not know about that matter?" Wushilang continued to inquire
The plump, daft pigeon, as soon as it was set down, immediately perched on the handsome man's head, shook its wings and raised its rear, continuing the battle, and dropped an even larger pile of white pigeon droppings.
Although it is a question, the cold old master of the inn adopts a definite attitude
At a distance, at the entrance of the Xie Jian Villa, Wu Shilang, who was unloading luggage, let out a powerful sneeze, tears streaming down his face. He rubbed his small nose vigorously with his hand, turning it a bright red.
Wuliang Lang was stunned, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. Then, he turned his head and looked up to the sky, shouting, "The unparalleled young master has been possessed by the third madam! He is actually leering..."
The old master of Leng's Sword Villa pondered for a moment and said: "Could you two stay at our Sword Villa for a few more days? I will send someone on horseback to quickly retrieve the treasure of your village, thus fulfilling A Tou's filial duty and alleviating the crisis of your village"
Madam San was on the verge of tears, it was not supposed to be like this. She had originally designed countless magnificent scenes, complemented by a chilling candlelight effect, accompanied by her heart-wrenching recounting of the past, followed by a massacre amidst a raging storm... According to her script, the audience's gaze should have been one of horror, truly terrifying...
Therefore, Wulilang, if you do not come to find me, I shall go to find you
The hot spring is very warm, and the fine wine is very mellow
The time is long