The Legend of the Condor Heroes: I became one of the Five Great Masters by drawing cards

Chapter 168 Assassin's Magic
Huang Rong was very curious and was dissatisfied with Gu Ping'an's keeping her in suspense. Whenever she found an opportunity in the past few days, she would ask him about it.

"Rong'er, please be patient. When the time comes, Brother Gu will tell us the method."

Gu Ping'an smiled and ignored him, and Guo Jing also put down the "Secrets of Breaking Gold" in his hand and patiently comforted him.

She was helpless and had to ask Mu Nianci for help. She pulled her arm and shook it gently, speaking in a sweet and innocent tone.

"Sister Mu, can you help me ask? Brother Gu will definitely tell you everything if you ask!"

"You little troublemaker, there's really nothing I can do about you!"

Mu Nianci was so annoyed by her that she had no choice but to pat her on the forehead and looked at Gu Ping'an for help.

"Brother, look at how she's determined not to give up. I'm afraid she won't have any peace until tomorrow night."

Gu Ping'an smiled helplessly and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, which contained the strange poison of Xixia, Sad and Sweet Breeze.

"Nianci, first use your internal energy to seal your mouth and nose and hold your breath."

As soon as the cork was pulled out, the poisonous water in the bottle instantly turned into gas and dissipated a little. Mu Nianci held her breath as instructed, but Huang Rong looked curious.

"What is this? Poison smoke? But you only opened it for a moment, how effective can it be?"

As she spoke, she sniffed deliberately.

“It doesn’t seem to have any taste.”

"Don't worry, you'll know in a moment." Gu Ping'an stood up and walked to the door, lifting the heavy curtain.

The cold wind blew through, refreshing the indoor air.

"You can breathe."

After all, Mu Nianci possessed unique internal skills, so it would only take a cup of tea for her to persevere, as easy as eating and drinking.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Huang Rong had a look of suspicion on her face. She was halfway through her words when she suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went slightly dark.

Gu Ping'an saw her body sway slightly and understood what was going on.

As expected of a system product, it turns out that this sad and refreshing breeze is not the original version that Xingzilin put in front of the Beggar Gang heroes, but an improved version that Murong Fu redid and supplemented.

The name "Beisu Qingfeng" also comes from the characteristics of the original version. After being hit, tears fall like rain, which is "sad"; the whole body cannot move, which is called "su"; the poison gas is colorless and odorless, so it is named "Qingfeng".

After Murong Fu modified the formula, he removed the "sadness" that made people's eyes sting and tears flow, but it became more difficult to guard against. Unless one was personally affected, it would be impossible to detect it.

Huang Rong was shocked and quickly used her internal energy to condense her energy, trying to force out the poison.

But how could this sad and tender breeze be so easily relieved?
She felt her internal breath stagnate and all her strength was gone. Her feet went soft and she was about to fall backwards.

"Rong'er, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that her whole body was limp and she was about to collapse, Guo Jing rushed forward to support her.

"Brother Gu, this..."

There were four people in the room. Gu Ping'an and Guo Jing were both immune to all poisons. Mu Nianci held her breath again, and only Huang Rong was affected.

"Don't panic," Gu Pingan chuckled, took out the antidote from his arms and threw it over, "This is the antidote, just smell it and it will cure you."

Guo Jing was overjoyed and quickly pulled out the cork and put it under Huang Rong's nose.

"Ouch! This stuff stinks!"

Huang Rong took a deep sniff and felt a buzzing sound in her head. She screamed in surprise, covered her nose with her hands, and almost vomited.

"Take it away! I can't breathe!"

Guo Jing quickly took back the porcelain bottle and put the cork back on.

Gu Ping'an suppressed his laughter and gently reminded: "Miss Huang, your hand can move."

Huang Rong then realized that in her panic, she had regained strength in her hands and unconsciously raised them to her nose. This antidote was indeed magical. She had no choice but to suppress the urge to vomit, took the porcelain bottle again, and took a few strong sips.

The feeling of weakness in her limbs gradually disappeared, and she stood up from Guo Jing's arms with a face full of resentment.

Gu Ping'an spread his hands, barely able to suppress the curl of his lips.

"I told you before that I wouldn't tell you. You can't blame me for this suffering."

"You could have explained it clearly in just a few words, but you insisted on playing a trick on Sister Rong. How can I not blame you for this?"

Mu Nianci rolled her eyes at him and punched him lightly on the shoulder, but her tightly pursed red lips and the smile in her eyes betrayed her mood.

The snow stopped for three days, and the camp was quiet for three days.

As Gu Ping'an expected, Genghis Khan, worthy of his great pride, not only did he not send troops to encircle and suppress the enemy, but the army that was ready to go did not even set out.

Ogedei and Jebe asked him several times, but he always remained secretive.

On the night we agreed to meet, the moon was high in the sky, and the surroundings were still covered with snow. The moonlight shone down, shining with a bright silver light.

The strong wind gradually died down as the snow stopped, the flags fluttered slightly, and the gentle breeze blew gently, which was just right for the sad and refreshing breeze to achieve success.

In the Khan's tent, the fire was burning brightly. Temujin sat upright on the golden chair, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, looking dignified and majestic.

Borshu, dressed in military uniform, lifted the curtain and walked in, bowing to report.

"Great Khan, the time is almost up and everything is ready. Even if the assassin has great abilities, he will never be able to break in again."

Temujin nodded slightly, but he was not completely relieved.

Gu Ping'an's performance that day was so calm that it always felt like a thorn in his heart.

He was also concerned about his reputation and exercised some restraint. He did not go so far as to deploy the entire army to guard the Khan's tent. Instead, he carefully selected 3,000 brave warriors, armed to the teeth with weapons, and surrounded the Khan's tent tightly.

Outside the tent, spears and halberds stood in rows, and torches were blazing, lighting up the area within a hundred feet as bright as day.

The soldiers stood in solemn formation, like green pines and cypresses, and the white breath from their breath condensed into frost in the cold air.

"Be careful in everything you do. If you encounter danger, don't fight hard."

Mu Nianci tightened Gu Ping'an's robe and gave him careful instructions.

"Just wait for me." Gu Ping'an smiled at her gently and patted the back of her hand lightly.

In the silence, he flashed out of the tent and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"Which way did it go? Did you see it?"

Several secret sentries saw the door curtain move and were about to follow him, but they saw a flash before their eyes and his trace disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Forget it, we weren't expecting to catch up anyway. Let's go! Go back and report first!"

Gu Pingan hid in the dark and watched the few people leave in a hurry. Then he used all his strength to display his lightness skills and rushed out of the camp.

Under the cover of night, he quickly left the camp, changed direction to avoid the patrolling soldiers, and successfully arrived at the upwind side of the Khan's tent.

The cork of the bottle was opened slightly, and the night wind carried it, and the colorless and odorless poisonous gas drifted away, soon covering the entire sweat tent area.

At first, only someone's figure swayed slightly. After all, they had been standing in the cold wind for more than an hour, so it did not cause any commotion until more guards gradually noticed something was wrong.

"What's going on? I can't move!"

One soldier was shocked to realize that he had lost all his strength. He opened his mouth in panic, but before he could finish his words, he collapsed to the ground.

"Oh no! It's that assassin!"

"What kind of magic is this?!"

The effect of the sad and soft breeze is to make people lose strength all over their body, but it does not cause them to faint. More and more people fell down, screams were heard everywhere, and the sweat tent was suddenly in chaos.

(End of this chapter)