The world's most poisonous poison

The rivers and lakes, the rivers and lakes, the countryside and the grass, the wind and the clouds are turbulent, and there is never peace.

People from all over the world travel in all directions, and they are afraid of encountering thieves and robbers when traveling and transportation. Therefore, an organization called "Escort Bureau" has emerged in the world, which is hired or entrusted by people to ensure the safety of travel or property; not only merchants transport money and goods To entrust the "Escort Bureau", the official will pay the salary, and the official will also find the "Escort Bureau" to escort the official. As a result, the business of the Escort Masters is booming, and there are not a few people who become rich.

The warriors hired by the Escort to protect travel or property are called Escorts or Escort Masters, and Xing Bugui is one of the Escort Masters in the Guangtong Escort Bureau.

The age of Xingbugui is in his thirties, and he is alone. No one in the Guangtong Escort knows his origin, and even the recruitment of him to the Escort is due to a chance.

Two years ago, the Guangtong Escort went to Cangzhou, and encountered a strong man from the green forest to intercept the escort. The two sides fought fiercely, and two out of ten people in the Escort died. After driving away and keeping the 10 taels of cash, Lou Zhaoyang, the owner of the Escort Bureau, immediately decided to invite him to the Escort Bureau to strengthen the Escort Bureau's strength.

The punishment does not belong to the high martial arts, but the person is low-key. The man in his thirties looks dull like an old man. He keeps a distance from the people in the escort agency and does not cause trouble.Over time, everyone got used to it, and gave him the nickname of Dumb Gourd.

After getting along with him for two years, Lou Zhaoyang realized that although this person looked frustrated, he was quite principled and not greedy for money. Gradually, he would let him walk the escorts alone, and escort some small and rare treasures for the guests. At the designated place, he never smashed the signboard of Guangtong Escort.

Lou Zhaoyang has a mother who is from the Shanghai School. She doesn't like Luo Tuo who is not returned after being sentenced. She always wants to be a matchmaker for him. She thinks that if a man has a family, he will be able to cheer up. I asked the neighborhood, and there are many girls who are willing. Because although Xing Bugui is unkempt, there is a special kind of unrestrainedness. Girls always like to peek at it, and their hearts are like a deer.

Asked ten times about his willingness not to return to prison, but was rejected nine times, and could not refuse the tenth time, he simply asked Lou Zhaoyang to assign him a small job, to send a few stacks of banknotes for the rich and wealthy in the city to officials in the imperial capital relatives, avoid Lou Zhaoyang's nagging.

To God, the foot of Ziluo Mountain is the only way to go. I originally planned to stay in the town at the foot of the mountain, but found that the situation in the town was not right. People from the martial arts were shuttling back and forth, searching for something nervously. There were some wounded soldiers lying in the inn. This situation is very unusual.

Xingbugui eats food from the Escort Bureau, and he always cares about the wind and grass. The news from the restaurant owner is that half a month ago, the largest organization in the martial arts "Wulin League" led a group of knights to encircle and suppress the Huandanmen on Ziluo Mountain. Each sect has capable people accompanying them, and the Huandan sect was wiped out overnight, but the "Wulin League" did not go to court, and the casualties were heavy. It is said that after the leaders of the two Shaolin Wudang sects went down the mountain, they immediately went back to retreat, which made the world more prosperous Uneasy guesses.

"...The martial arts people practiced the way of "charming Gu" in the alchemy door, and the monks and Taoist priests also moved their hearts. In order to snatch the beauties, they rebelled in their own dens..." the shopkeeper of the restaurant said teasingly. At the storefront, no sound of wind or wind could escape his ears.

Standing at the counter of the restaurant, Xing Bugui looked through the door, looking at the emerald green mountains of Ziluo Mountain, and remembered what Jianghu said about Huandanmen.

Huandanmen, a crooked sect specializing in sycophantic and treacherous things, does ghostly things, makes some poisonous water in the deep mountains, and also specializes in abducting the old and weak, women and children to test medicines, and provides strange poisons to evil gangs to do evil deeds, so It caused a lot of anger and resentment.In order to avoid causing more danger, the "Wulin League" stepped up and called out, gathering masters from various sects to fight together.

I also heard some whispers in the Escort Bureau that the reason why the "Wulin League" is eager to attack Ziluo Mountain is actually to have another purpose.

It is said that the head of the Huandan Sect is an unborn genius. Over the past few years, he has devoted himself to research and refined three medicine masters, named "Charming Gu", "Medicine Beast", and "Poisonous Poison". "Enchanting Gu" is very beautiful and beautiful, and it is charming when you look at it; eating the flesh and blood of "medicine beasts" can save dying people; as for "poisonous poison", it is highly poisonous in the breath, and it can kill the enemy instantly when it gets close .

Even the emperor who was far away in the imperial capital heard about this and sent troops to welcome the three Yaoren into the palace. The "Wulin League" was afraid that after the emperor took control of the Yaoren, he would use them to disrupt the martial arts and suppress the intention of using martial arts to violate the ban, so they took the lead One step to capture that rare man.

All in all, the treasures raised by the head of the Huandan sect exhausted his efforts, which brought him the disaster of exterminating the sect.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant kept laughing in a low voice. The gangsters came to arrest people in a big battle, and they came back in defeat, losing a lot of lives, but still let the three medicine men escape. It was not worth the candle. They are not from the rivers and lakes, so they take the affairs of the rivers and lakes as a joke.

Xing Bugui listened to it with his ears, and saw a few well-dressed people limping past outside the door, and found that those people were very familiar, they were disciples who practiced martial arts with him in the past, so he immediately turned around to avoid meeting them.

"... Xuandaomen also participated?" He asked the shopkeeper in a low voice.

"The head of the sect is ill, so he appointed his second disciple, Lan Min, to lead dozens of disciples to participate. However, as you can see, they are all incompetent little people. Alas, Xuandaomen is known as the number one sect in Sichuan. , among the disciples cultivated by sect master Gao Chunming, only the big disciple Xing Lude can truly pass on martial arts, and even excels in the blue, what a pity..."

The guy on the side picked up the conversation and asked, "What's the pity?"

"Unfortunately, Xing Lu was kicked out of Xuandaomen because of his misbehavior three years ago. Afterwards, the owner of the gate also fell ill. Everything in the gate was handled by Lan Min. Lan Min is clever and handles the affairs of the gate properly. On the Wu side, there is no punishment for that day, and I am afraid that Xuandaomen will gradually go downhill..."

Xing Bugui sighed in a low voice. The martial arts anecdotes that the shopkeeper said touched the past that he didn't want to recall. He put on the woven rattan hat, lowered the brim of the hat, and asked the clerk to wrap some steamed buns before leaving.

"Guest officer, don't you stay in the shop? There are rugged mountain roads for several miles, deserted and uninhabited, no matter how fast you walk, you can't pass the mountain tonight..."

Xing Bugui shook his head, paid for the meal, turned around and left, he didn't want to stay in this town for fear of meeting acquaintances.

After walking for a few miles along the mountain, the west side of the mountain covered the setting sun, and soon it was dark. The place is remote, there is no need to worry about strong beams robbing the road, and the moon comes out early. He planned to walk a few more miles, and then find a quiet place. place to rest.

The long howls of wolves came from the hills and mountains. Ordinary people might be frightened when they heard it, but he was brave and not afraid. Only the empty mountain and moon scene added to the desolation.

Suppressing those feelings of sadness in spring and autumn, after turning around the mountain depression, I saw a shallow cave of moderate size. I confirmed that there was no beast smell in it, it was quite clean, and I could hear the murmur of the stream nearby, so I decided to stay here rest.

Sitting down with his back against the cave wall, he felt a little hungry after driving for two hours. He took out a steamed bun from the bamboo box and gnawed it. He heard the sound of something rubbing against the weeds nearby, so he put down the half steamed bun he had gnawed on. Picking up the single sword that he carried with him, he guessed that maybe a small mountain animal was approaching.

There was a rustling sound, and the little man appeared from the weeds outside, crouched low, and came straight to the cave, but looked back frequently, as if to be wary of something following him.

One can tell at a glance that this little creature is harmless, but be careful that you can sail a boat for ten thousand years, and if you are sentenced to death, don't rush to withdraw the hand holding the knife, just watch the kid's movements quietly.

The little man was quite familiar with the terrain near the cave, so Xing Bugui suddenly understood that the cave might be his permanent shelter, no wonder it was clean and tidy, and there were no gnats or snakes to disturb him.

The small figure half crawled in, half of the cave was illuminated by the dim yellow moonlight, maybe subconsciously felt that something was wrong, when the little man looked up, a cold light dazzled his eyes, it was a single knife that could not return, reflecting the ice wall in the sky, forming a cold practice.

Seeing the knife, the little man was greatly frightened. After falling back, his whole body began to tremble violently. His dark and thin face convulsed severely, and his eyes were brighter than ordinary people. Just panic and fear, intertwined with helplessness.

He is a young man, after a simple judgment, he confirmed that this small man is not threatening at all, but he has an extraordinary fear of his own weapons, so he withdrew his single knife, took back half a steamed bun from the ground and continued to chew, intending to finish eating Sleep well later.

The little man curled up like a caterpillar, leaning against the entrance of the cave, not daring to move. The cave entrance where he hid was occupied by a terrifying man, and he was holding a shining big knife, which brought back his bloody memories not long ago.

A group of strangers broke into the Huandan Gate with knives and swords. They could not help but slash and kill. No one, young or old, escaped the poisonous hands. The 12-year-old fool who just started was stabbed in the heart and died, blood was everywhere.

He panicked, looking for his master like a headless chicken, but saw with his own eyes a thick and strong man who was as fierce as a plague god, wielding a nine-ringed golden knife, and beheaded his master alive...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help trembling again. Looking at the burly man occupying his place, his smell and clothes were no different from those of the martial arts fighters who came up to the mountain. This made him want to run away, but his hands and feet were weak. I didn't even have the strength to move my fingers.

In the moonlight, you can see the man's face clearly, with a short mustache on his chin, he looks decadent, but when his thick eyebrows and lowered eyes are looking at him, there is a flash of light that is sharper than the light of a knife. He is very scared. This person should be the same as those martial arts people who were hunted down in the mountains, he would kill himself...

Unexpectedly, the man took the knife back and put it on the other side where he couldn't see it.

Is he different from those bad guys?Guessing this way, the little man calmed down a bit, and began to rub his buttocks, alas, it hurts, just now he was scared by the man and fell back, the sitting force was so strong that his buttocks almost broke into several pieces.

Rubbing and peeking at the man, the little guy is still afraid, for those martial arts people with weapons, they are like poisonous snakes and beasts in his heart, threatening his own existence, so he still runs away...

What is the little one doing?Xing Bugui took half a steamed bun to eat, he always paid attention to the wind and grass, and looked at the people around him while eating, saw him rubbing his buttocks with tears in his eyes, pursing his mouth, reluctantly, like a sad puppy .

Suppressing a laugh, he pretended to eat without distraction.

The little man was stunned when he saw the food. He has been hiding in the mountains and forests for the past few days. He has no ability to hunt wild animals. He can only pick some wild fruits, but he can’t get enough to eat. The steamed buns were all consumed within half a month. In his eyes, ordinary steamed buns are no different from delicacies.

Xing Bugui was about to bite off the steamed bun when he heard gurgling, which was the sound of a hungry stomach. He turned his head and saw a small monkey-like man squatting aside, closing his mouth and swallowing saliva fiercely, his bright eyes Staring at the steamed bun in his hand, he wanted to pounce on it to grab it, but he didn't have the courage.

Xing Bugui had already guessed that this kid was probably a fish that slipped through the Huandan Sect. Ordinary little beggars would hang out in towns and other crowded places, and would not stay in these barren mountains, because it would be tantamount to courting death.

If he helped this brat, he might get himself into big trouble...

The little man was still staring at the steamed bun, his eyebrows drooping in infinite sorrow, and Xing Bugui waited for a while, but he didn't hear his pleading. Finally, he couldn't help stretching out his hand and handed over half of the steamed bun.

If you cause trouble, just cause trouble. People who have lost everything, are they still afraid of trouble to patronize?

The little man was startled by Xing Bugui's sudden movement, startled and suspicious, and froze at the entrance of the cave, not daring to move, Xing Bugui was very impatient, and repeated the hand gesture again.

"I can't finish it, here you are." He said, somewhat viciously.

The little man shook his shoulders, looked at the steamed buns and then looked at Xingbugui, he might be really hungry, even if he was afraid, he mustered up the courage to move forward timidly, and after grabbing half of the steamed buns with his little hands, immediately Sent to the mouth.

Eat well, eat well, with a satisfied expression on his dirty and dark face, as if this is the most delicious thing he has ever eaten.

Seeing that he swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, Xing Bugui almost choked, sighed from the bottom of his heart, the little guy is actually a pitiful one.

He took out all the steamed buns that were left in the bamboo box, spread them on top of the paper bag and pushed them over. Little Poor looked at him and then at the steamed buns, letting go of his guard, seeing that the punishment had not returned, he quickly took another one. Put the steamed buns to your mouth, eat slowly this time, chewing in small bites, gnawing like a squirrel grasping a pine nut.

Xing Bugui didn't look at him again, lay down and bent his arms and pillowed it, closed his eyes, he still has to walk for a few days from tomorrow, rest is the top priority, as for this poor little guy who looks honest and honest, he is not a threat, he is strong in martial arts , I don't care about the little guy's evil intentions at all.

Besides, Xiaopoor can tell at a glance that he is a gutless person, as tiny as an ant, incapable of harming himself, and even his existence is not easy to be noticed.

The morning dew is cold, and I am a practitioner myself. I woke up at dawn and looked to the side. I found that the little pity was curled up next to the place where it was yesterday. Roll over so he doesn't startle him.

There are still a few steamed buns left, carefully wrap them back with paper, the little pitiful is not greedy, and did not finish eating in one sitting, with such care, maybe this kid can work hard to survive in the world, Xing Bugui thought so, There was actually a feeling of relief.

Finding that the poor little clothes were very tattered, dirty with sap and grass sap, it was a masterpiece of sharp mountain rocks, and it could only cover the body at present. He took out a white long coat and put it next to the steamed bun.

Stretching his waist, his ears discerned the direction of the stream, he picked up the bamboo box and walked out of the hole without taking the remaining steamed buns. His original intention was to give food to the poor little boy, so as to help him survive the hunger for a few days. As for myself, walk faster, there is a village across the mountain, just look for food at will.

After walking a few steps, there was another rustling sound at the back, he turned his head, the little pitiful got up in a panic, grabbed the paper bag and the long coat that wrapped the steamed buns, and chased after him, and tripped over a small stone as soon as he got out of the hole , Teng Teng Teng fell a few steps forward, but fortunately he didn't really fall to the ground, otherwise, the steamed buns in his hand would be stained with mud.

Xing Bugui wanted to laugh very much, but he didn't laugh. Years of rolling in the wind and dust made him develop the habit of not easily expressing his feelings.

The little pitiful was flustered, and when he stood still, he breathed a sigh of relief, and grinned as he watched Xing Bugui.Only then did Xing Bugui realize that he had bright eyes, from which all kinds of emotions leaked out.

Feeling that the little pitiful stare at him was piercing, Xing Bugui avoided it, and simply pretended that he did not exist. After passing through the grass and a few trees, there was a clear stream, and when he washed himself, the little pitiful stood behind him all the time. Five paces away.

He took out the leather pouch and filled it with water, put on his hat and prepared to continue on his way, when he turned around, the little pity had already arrived beside him, blinking, and handed over steamed buns and long clothes with both hands, just like a servant serving the head of the house.

Xing Bugui frowned, and said, "It's for you."

The little pitiful's bright eyes dimmed in an instant, he shrugged his hands and dropped his shoulders, like a poor dog, he held the things back into his arms.

Xing Bugui is not a hard-hearted person, seeing the other party like this, he felt a little unbearable, but he really didn't want to cause trouble, and told him rationally, since the little pity is related to the alchemy sect, if he accidentally touches it deeply, he will It will also be fishy.

His attitude cooled down, he turned and left, and continued his unfinished journey along the mountain road.

After walking about ten steps, he heard movement behind him, and he could recognize the footsteps of little pitiful without turning his head. He pretended not to know, without turning his head, but deliberately accelerated slightly, and little pitiful ran along with him. It didn't take long to hear panting with difficulty from behind, and the distance between the two became farther and farther.

This should get rid of trouble, right?Although I can't bear it, but if the punishment does not return to myself, I have no roots and fallen leaves. Can I care about others?

After two hours, he left the mountain area and turned onto the official road. It was already midday, but he hadn't seen the village yet. He found a shaded tree to enjoy the cool air. His stomach was empty, but he was used to suffering from hunger. He didn't take it seriously, took out his skin bag and drank a few sips of water, leaned against the tree trunk and pulled down his hat, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

A quarter of an hour later, when he heard footsteps on the road, he pushed up the brim of his hat, and saw a small black spot appearing at the end of the road from a distance, and the black spot was getting bigger and bigger.

Xing Bugui was a little surprised, counting his distance, I'm afraid he had walked a lot in two hours, the little pitiful body was thin and not much flesh, and he chased after him, which made people a little surprised.

The little pitiful was out of breath, and when he saw Xing Bugui, although his expression was still timid, his pupils dilated instantly, and two clusters of shimmering lights flickered in them, shining brightly like jewels, and suddenly he started to run, his steps were crooked , one did not watch out, boom!

He seemed to have a natural hatred for the ground, and he always fell down while running. At this time, he fell like a dog and ate shit, and got up in a panic, but he didn't cry. Light brown.

Standing up again, approaching Xing Bugui cautiously, staring at him until Xing Bugui had no choice but to look at him, then, the little pitiful took out steamed buns from his bosom and handed them over, and they all fell apart.

"I said I would give you something to eat." In order to avoid being entangled by a little beggar, Xing Bugui said viciously deliberately.

Little pitiful was a little frustrated, his shoulders drooped, his forehead was covered with sweat, but his lips were white and chapped, he couldn't bear the punishment, so he threw the skin bag to him.

"Drink water," he said.

The little pitiful man frantically pulled off the rope of the skin bag, and poured water. He was really thirsty, but he was very restrained, leaving a considerable amount to return to the punishment, so he sat aside and squeezed himself sore and heavy. legs.After running after Xing Bugui for a while, his physical strength was almost exhausted. If it wasn't for his good health, he might have fainted on the way.

Seeing that the sentence will not return, he didn't say anything.

Seeing that he was almost rested, he put on his hat and set off again, still without looking at the poor little one, this is the same as driving away clingy dogs and cats, don't make eye contact with them, pretend nothing happened, and use words without flirting, Do not feed to get rid of it smoothly.

He didn't do it without feeding, no wonder he is being entangled now.

After walking a few steps, after listening to the sound of walking, the little pitiful followed up again.

I don't know how long the little pity can last?Either way, let him stop in the next town, a place with a lot of people may be more suitable for beggars to survive.

At dusk, I settled down in the town and found an inn to eat and drink.Traveling life is hard and tiring. In order to relieve the depression, the turbid mash, although crude, can still relieve fatigue and relieve sorrow. After a few cups of yellow soup, I saw familiar figures wandering across the street, looking here and there anxiously. No return, happy, didn't come in to disturb him, just squatted quietly outside, took out steamed buns from his arms.

The steamed buns were already dry and hard, and the little pitiful was still chewing hard. After taking a sip, he chewed for a dozen times before swallowing it. From time to time, he peeked at the inn's Xingbugui, bowed his head and smiled secretly, as if he had finished it by himself. It's a pretty amazing job, proud of it.

It's hard not to notice that poor little boy, but Xing Bugui still suppresses himself and concentrates on eating the bowl of noodles on the table.

Suddenly, I heard the waiter shouting at the door of the inn: "Go away, little beggar, the filth is blocking the front of the store, let people do business or not!"

Xing Bugui's heart was moved, and he looked outside again, the one who was running around and scolding was indeed a little pitiful.

The little body flinched again, and the little pitiful crawled a few steps sideways, reaching the entrance of the alley next to the inn, staying at the corner where the figure of Xing Bugui could be seen, grasping his steamed bun with both hands, bowing his head Eat quietly.

The waiter was still dissatisfied, took the broom and chased after him, and the little poor boy's eyes began to get foggy, and shook his head violently with tears in his eyes, implying that he would not cause trouble for the store, but the waiter ignored it and raised his hand. With a wave of the broom, it swept the poor hands of the little one, and the steamed buns rolled down to the ground.

Poor little was even more frightened now, half got up and wanted to chase after the steamed bun, but the broom in the hall came again, poor poor panicked, his left foot crossed his right foot for some reason, and he tripped himself, boom!Bending down is another big fall.

"Tell you to run? Still run!" The broom waited to be beaten again.

The little pitiful crouched on the ground, raised her hands to protect her head and face, trembling——

The broom hadn't been knocked down for a long time, the little pitiful looked up weakly, and found that the waiter's hand was fixed in mid-air, and someone had grabbed the wrist.

"...He's the one I'm waiting for." The man finished speaking lightly and let go of his hand.

The waiter looked at the little pitiful, his clothes were ragged and blue, his hair was unkempt, he was obviously a beggar; if he was punished, he was an old man, how could he have something to do with this little beggar?No, it is possible that this little beggar is a member of the beggar gang, entrusted by the boss of the gang to send a message to others, and he has made an appointment to meet him here.

Judging by the squinting eyes of the waiter, Xingbugui seems to be a Lianjiazi, with a single sword, maybe he is a Bagua swordsman, or a Taiji swordsman, in short, he is a Jianghu person. It cannot be measured with common sense.

Not wanting to offend and not return, he went back in the hall and put the broom away.

Little pitiful knelt on the ground, his small body was completely submerged in the strong shadow of Xingbugui, as if providing an impenetrable barrier, he looked up at the person who gave him steamed buns, smiled, black and dirty The face made a mouthful of teeth look white, and his eyes were even more brilliant like stars.

The symmetrical and neat two stars, like a mirror, reflect the image of the same person.

At this moment, Xing Bugui knew that he could never leave this poor little man again.