Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

At this moment, Afei was chewing on a steamed bun, looking at Xinmei and Nangong Ling provocatively.

Although the steamed bun he ate was poisonous, Ah Fei secretly circulated his internal energy.

He used the medical technique from the seventh level of the "Pitying Flower Precious Mirror"—"Living Body".

But the one who poisoned them was, after all, the "Five Poisons Child".

Using only the "living body" to repair the body, the recovery speed is somewhat slower than that caused by the deadly poison.

Fortunately, there is a poison technique in the "Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers".

This art of poison not only teaches people how to use poison, but also how to detoxify.

Ah Fei was using both his poison and medical skills simultaneously, detoxifying while recovering.

This is how the toxins ingested into the body were brought under control.

Therefore, on the surface, there was no indication that he had been poisoned.

From Xinmei and Nangong Ling's perspective, it seemed as if Afei had somehow managed to pick out a non-poisonous steamed bun and was eating it with great satisfaction.

Nangong Ling gritted her teeth and snorted:

"The Five Poison Child's target is you. How could he let you go? Instead, he wants to poison the two of us first?"

Ah Fei smiled and said leisurely:

"Who knows? Maybe it's because Brother Chu and I are handsome that he can't bring himself to do it."

"You two are so ugly that he can't stand it anymore, so he's going to target you first."

Since they're already enemies, he wouldn't mind adding insult to injury for the two of them.

So what if they have Shaolin and the Beggars' Sect behind them?

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, smiled, and didn't say anything, seemingly quite pleased with what A Fei had said.

Xinmei's face darkened upon hearing Afei's words, and her hands trembled with anger.

Nangong Ling was the same, but he didn't believe in superstitions. He picked up a steamed bun from the ground and was about to eat it.

Upon seeing this, Ah Fei sighed:

"You're welcome to try, but don't blame me for not warning you."

He was certain that Nangong Ling wouldn't dare to eat it, and he wanted to see him helpless.

Nangong Ling stopped holding the steamed bun and stared intently at Afei.

He stared for a long time, then suddenly ordered the car to stop.

Then Nangong Ling called the driver in, gave her half a steamed bun, and watched her eat it.

The driver ate the steamed bun in a few bites, but showed no signs of poisoning.

Nangong Ling glanced at A Fei and sneered:

"You still say this steamed bun is inedible?"

Afei nodded and said:

"He can eat it, but you can't."

After finishing his steamed bun, he leaned lazily against the carriage and yawned, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

Nangong Ling said fiercely:

"I'm going to eat it just to prove it to you!"

Although he said that, he still didn't dare to take the risk.

Just then, a stray dog ​​passed by, smelled the aroma of steamed buns, rushed over and barked wildly; it seemed to be starving too.

Nangong Ling rolled her eyes and threw the remaining half of the steamed bun to the dog.

The dog picked up the steamed bun and swallowed it in one bite.

Then it saw that Nangong Ling's hands were empty, turned around and was about to leave.

Before the dog could even take a step, it suddenly let out a "woof".

The dog convulsed and collapsed to the ground, and soon became unable to move.

Nangong Ling and Xinmei then completely gave up the idea of ​​eating steamed buns.

Afei opened one eye and looked at Nangong Ling, saying:

"See? Was I wrong? It's a pity it was a dog that was poisoned, not you."

Chu Liuxiang sighed and said to Nangong Ling:

"Brother Nangong, let's listen to Afei. Whether it's poisonous or not, it's up to him to decide."

He's already calling Ah Fei by his full name.

Nangong Ling, however, seemed not to have heard him at all. She turned her head and glared fiercely at the driver, saying sternly:

"What's going on? You brought these steamed buns back!"

The driver trembled and said in a shaky voice:

"I don't know either. I bought the steamed buns at the noodle shop."

Nangong Ling grabbed him and said fiercely:

"The dogs were all poisoned to death, so why are you okay after eating the same bun?"

"Tell me, did you poison him?!"

The driver's teeth chattered, and he was so frightened he couldn't speak.

Ah Fei said calmly:

"Forcing him won't help, because there's no poison in it if he eats it."

Nangong Ling simply didn't believe it and said:

"What is the reasoning behind this?"

Ah Fei opened his eyes and said:

"This must be the method of the 'Five Poisons Child'."

"If he wants you to be poisoned, you will definitely be poisoned, and vice versa."

Nangong Ling was stunned for a long time before helplessly letting go of the driver.

The Five Poisons Bliss Child's poisoning skills are indeed difficult to guard against.

When faced with such an opponent, there is absolutely no other way but to keep your mouth shut.

Xinmei pondered for a long while, then said in a deep voice:

"Then we'll just have to endure these next few days without food or water."

He was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed profound internal strength, so he ate very little on a regular basis.

Perhaps we can really get through these next few days.

Nangong Ling sighed:

"Even if you don't eat or drink, it might not be effective."

Xinmei looked at him with some confusion and bewilderment.

Nangong Ling explained:

"Perhaps the 'Five Poison Boys' are waiting until we are too weak from hunger to make their move."

Xinmei remained silent.

Nangong Ling's eyes flickered, and then she suddenly said:

"I have an idea."

Xinmei asked, "What idea?"

Nangong Ling lowered his voice and said in a deep voice:

"The target of the 'Five Poison Child' is neither the master nor myself..."

He glanced at Afei and then fell silent.

Xinmei's face darkened, and she said:

"Since this old monk has already agreed to bring this person back to Shaolin, we absolutely cannot abandon him halfway!"

Nangong Ling didn't say anything more, but her eyes were filled with murderous intent whenever she saw A Fei.

Although he was anxious and resentful, he was helpless.

The car was traveling very fast, and at dusk we arrived at another small town.

This time, the driver didn't dare to ask for food or drink anymore.

As the carriage walked along the long street, a fragrant aroma of fried pancakes suddenly wafted over.

For someone who hadn't eaten or drunk anything for over ten hours, the beauty of this fragrance was truly indescribable.

Sure enough, there were some fried pancake stalls on the street corner, and they were doing very good business.

Many people were queuing up, and those who bought the hot pancakes immediately dipped the scallions in sweet bean sauce and ate them standing by the stall.

Some had already finished eating and were wiping their mouths with their sleeves; not a single person was poisoned.

Nangong Ling couldn't help but say:

"Can't we eat this pancake?"

Ah Fei said:

Everyone else can eat it, but you two can't.

"Even if ten thousand people eat this fried pancake and nothing happens, you will be poisoned if you eat it!"

He had already made up his mind to torment Nangong Ling and Xinmei.

If these words had been said a couple of days ago, Nangong Ling would never have believed them.

But at this moment, just thinking about how unpredictable and miraculous the "Five Poison Boy's" poisoning methods were, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Even if eating this fried pancake would instantly grant him immortality, he would never dare to try it again.

Suddenly, a child cried out:

"I want to eat a pancake...Mom, I want to eat a pancake."

Two children, around seven or eight years old, were standing next to the pancake stall, jumping and shouting.

A greasy, obese woman came out of the grocery store next to the pancake stall.

She slapped each of them across the face, grabbed them by the ears, and dragged them into the grocery store, cursing all the while:

"You little prisoners who won't die, we're already being lucky to have steamed buns to eat. Do you still want fried pancakes?"

The street was narrow, and the area in front of the pancake stall was crowded with people.

So their carriages and horses had been traveling for half a day and still hadn't gotten there when the two children came out carrying a rough teacup.

The two sat by the roadside, gazing longingly at the fried pancakes in other people's hands, tears still streaming down their faces.

Nangong Ling stared at the steamed buns in their bowls and suddenly jumped out of the car.

He tossed a silver ingot onto the pancake stall, grabbed a dozen or so freshly made pancakes, and left.

Although the people waiting behind him were angry, they didn't dare to say anything when they saw his imposing manner.

Nangong Ling presented a stack of fried pancakes to the two children and said with a smile:

"Little brother, I'll treat you to a pancake, and you treat me to a steamed bun, okay?"

The two children stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that such a kind person existed in the world.

Nangong Lingdao:

"I'll give you another string of cash to buy candy."

The two children stared blankly for a while before handing the bowls they were holding to Nangong Ling.

One took the cake, the other took the money, stood up, turned around and ran away.

A hint of a smile unconsciously appeared in her eyes.

Seeing Nangong Ling carrying two bowls of steamed buns onto the carriage, Master Xinmei couldn't help but smile and said:

"Chief Nangong is indeed resourceful and wise; this old monk admires him."