I am Jinshan Youxia

"boom!"

"You've arrived."

"We're here."

After Zhang Chengyi replied in a deep voice, Ding Chunqiu was stunned. The other party was not playing by the rules.

What kind of response is "We're here"? It just kills the conversation.

"How boring. You can't even answer this? You've been in the underworld for so many years for nothing."

Zhang Chengyi said with a bored expression, glancing at her casually, "Hand over the antidote, and I'll let you die a quick death."

"Where is Duan Yu?" Duan Yanqing asked.

Murong Bo's eyes flashed with murderous intent, yet he remained cautious, standing at the very back without uttering a word.

Su Xinghe was rather eager to go and have a proper talk with the traitor from his sect.

"Hehe, hehe, hahahaha~"

Ding Chunqiu laughed loudly, no, he laughed loudly towards the ceiling, laughing until tears almost came out. His hair was disheveled, and he no longer had the air of an old sage. Instead, he looked like a madman.

"Do you all think that I am some flea in the mouth or a fish swimming in the bottom of a pot?"

Zhang Chengyi didn't understand the meaning of the two idioms at first, but after thinking about it, he understood and complained, "It's like catching a turtle in a jar, why use such uncommon literary terms?"

You've never heard of the "catching a turtle in a jar" analogy before! Xn

After spending a lot of time with him, people start to secretly complain about him.

As for why it's not commonly used, it's because the phrase "catching a turtle in a jar" didn't exist in the Song Dynasty. Anyway, some illiterate person who isn't good at history wouldn't know that.

"..."

Ding Chunqiu's emotions faltered slightly, but he then smiled coldly and said, "Pretending to be crazy, you've all been poisoned by me. If you don't want to die, kneel down and beg for mercy right now, and I might spare your lives."

"Aha?"

Zhang Chengyi was stunned for a moment, glanced at the panel, and saw that there was no negative status of poisoning. He raised his hand and gently patted it.

"Snapped!"

Caught off guard, Ding Chunqiu was slapped hard, staggering and nearly falling to the ground. Instead of being angry, he laughed: "I want you..."

"Fuck you!" Before he could finish speaking, he was slapped to his knees like a ball.

Just as Zhang Chengyi was about to teach this old madman another lesson, he noticed that Duan Yanqing and Murong Bo, their faces pale, had slumped down and were practicing their internal energy.

Su Xinghe lifted the sleeves of the two men and saw the same black and green stitching as Murong Fu's.

Upon hearing Ding Chunqiu's words, the two of them took the initiative to use their internal energy to check. With their skill, they easily discovered the mixed poison in their bodies, but unfortunately, they were unable to expel it.

"Pooh!"

Ding Chunqiu knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He was somewhat taken aback to see the few people who had no reaction. He quickly realized that these people were probably immune to the poison. No matter what they ate or what kind of martial arts they practiced, they had not been poisoned by the poison he had carefully laid out.

But it doesn't matter.

He sat down, grinning to reveal two rows of gleaming white teeth, and said, "If you want to save them, to save all the people of Suzhou, then cripple your martial arts and kneel down to beg me."

Qiao Feng's expression changed, but he didn't speak.

Su Xinghe gave Xue Muhua a look, and Xue Muhua quietly left the courtyard.

"No, I don't think I have any grudge against you, so why are you targeting me?"

Zhang Chengyi was a bit confused. Ding Chunqiu on the other side seemed to have been killed by him, and he kept attacking him from beginning to end, as if he was determined to see him kneel down.

"Ho ho ho"

Ding Chunqiu smiled strangely, "You're the one who saved that old fellow Wuyazi, aren't you?"

When he learned that Su Xinghe was willing to become a slave to a strange expert, he guessed that Wu Yazi probably hadn't died back then, but he probably wouldn't have been able to take revenge. Otherwise, he would have come out and killed him long ago, instead of only coming to his door a few days ago.

He betrayed his master and had an affair with his master's wife. He knew all too well what would happen if he failed: death, maiming, or torture.

Therefore, he neither hated Wuyazi nor Su Xinghe.

But he hates Zhang Chengyi, who appeared out of nowhere, had no connection with the Xiaoyao Sect, and was very likely the cause of his current suffering.

As for whether there might be a mistake, it doesn't matter. He's been tortured like this, and continuing to live would only make him a laughingstock. He can take as many people down with him before he dies.

Originally, he was tormented by the true energy that Wu Yazi had injected into his body, leaving him with no power to fight back. But the heavens favored him and sent a person with an unparalleled poison to him.

"Come out," Zhang Chengyi said calmly, looking out the window.

With a creak, the door opened, and another bald man slowly walked out.

Wait, why did I say "again"?

"This humble monk, Kumārajīva, greets you all," said the bald man in the yellow robe who stepped forward, his hands clasped together in prayer.

An unexpected surprise?

Zhang Chengyi said, "You've come at the right time. Master, please come with me."

With a calm expression, Kumārajīva rolled up his sleeves, revealing the bluish-green lines on his arm, and said, "Due to a moment of greed, this humble monk failed to stop Ding Chunqiu in time, thus committing a grave mistake..."

He closed his eyes and chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

"You let that kid Duan Yu go?" Ding Chunqiu sat on the ground, not surprised that someone was in the room. He stroked his long beard, which he hadn't trimmed in a long time, and said with a strange smile, "Well, well, he's useless anyway."

"Let him out, so that people may know the might of the Starry Sky Immortal." As he spoke, his eyes seemed to gleam.

Even if one cannot be exiled for eternity while alive, one should still be infamous for ten thousand years after death.

Duan Yu, poison?

Connecting these words in Zhang Chengyi's mind, he instantly guessed what the mixed poison was all about. Having made up his mind, he asked, "How long has Duan Yu been gone?"

Kumārajīva was taken aback, somewhat confused, but still honestly replied, "About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

“He shouldn’t have gone far.” Zhang Chengyi estimated in his mind that one incense stick in the Song Dynasty was about two quarters of an hour, or half an hour. Lingbo Weibu was not known for its speed. Even if Duan Yu ran at full speed, he would have just left Suzhou City. So he said, “Old Fan, take the master to find Duan Yu.”

"Yes." Fan Bailing swiftly lifted the bewildered Kumārajīva and left.

"Thud!" Xue Muhua landed, clearly not in a calm mood, and said, "Uncle Zhang, Master, the people outside have all been poisoned by that mixed poison."

"Hahahaha!" Seeing that his words had been proven true, Ding Chunqiu burst into laughter.

"Kingsoft Ranger, hehe, Kingsoft Ranger."

“You have been to Mantuo Manor and have seen my poison. There is no one in the world but me who can cure it.”

“If you’re a true hero, kneel down and beg me. Otherwise, I’ll have everyone in this entire city of Suzhou die with me.”

His laughter grew increasingly manic. His initial idea was to use hostages to destroy the other party's beliefs. People who call themselves heroes are the most naive. Even if they can't kill the person, destroying their spirit is just as effective.

"You mean, you're going to threaten me with hostages?" Zhang Chengyi asked in a very gentle tone.

"So what if it is?" Ding Chunqiu smiled maliciously.

"boom!"

Chapter 51 This road is blocked?

The courtyard was quiet.

Ding Chunqiu's headless body lay on its side on the ground, and blood slowly flowed into the crevices of the ground.

Qiao Feng considered countless possibilities, but he never expected Zhang Chengyi to act so resolutely.

He thought of the common people and Beggar Clan members who might die because of this, and his expression suddenly became more sorrowful. Who should be blamed?

It seems there's really no way. Even if we compromise, is it likely that Ding Chunqiu will hand over the antidote?

All of this is unknown.

Su Xinghe had anticipated this, so he simply sighed silently. He felt a pang of pity, but from a purely rational perspective, Grandpa Zhang's actions might have been too decisive and ruthless, but they were by no means wrong.

Compromising with a villain like Ding Chunqiu is something that should never be done.

Murong Bo, who had failed to expel the poison by channeling his internal energy, opened his eyes, his face twitching with anger and fear.

He felt somewhat helpless when his son was dying, but now that he himself was about to die, the rage from the bottom of his heart made him want to tear Zhang Chengyi apart on the spot.

However, due to the enormous difference in strength, his rage was only momentary.

Duan Yanqing remained calm. The Book of Documents says: "Shang's crimes have reached their limit, and Heaven has decreed his punishment." This phrase evolved from the idea that "evil has reached its limit," meaning that one has committed too many evils and it is time for them to be destroyed.

He had long been prepared for his utter depravity.

As for whether Duan Yu is his son, it's not his place to worry about things that haven't been verified.

"Old Su, you said before that if we could find the main poison in the mixed poison, we would have a chance to crack it, right?"

Zhang Chengyi seemed to have no psychological burden and asked in a very relaxed tone.

Su Xinghe hesitated for a moment, then said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm not entirely sure. What if it's a poison I've never seen before..."

Leaving aside how to find the main toxin in the mixed poison, even if he did find it, if he was in a hurry, he would need time to test it on livestock or even people. Whether he could develop an antidote in a short time was completely unknown.

Zhang Chengyi nodded and said, "I suspect that the poison used by Ding Chunqiu came from Duan Yu, who escaped. He swallowed the Manggu Toad, the king of all poisons. I remember that the poison gas of that creature can turn a person into a pool of pus and blood."

He had just finished reviewing the novel "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" a few days ago because he was going to Dali, and he remembered it very clearly.

Su Xinghe, without doubting the patriarch's words, immediately understood their meaning and said to Xue Muhua, "Muhua, go and find some live animals nearby, and also..."

Another step is to find several people who have never been poisoned by the drug before, so that the toxicity can be tested and an antidote can be prepared.

This definitely can't be said too bluntly.

"Yes." As a disciple and a divine physician, Xue Muhua naturally understood and turned to leave again.

Murong Bo's eyes suddenly lit up. He suppressed the thought of making a move to disgust the other party before he died. Who would want to die if they could continue to live?

That old bastard definitely had some ulterior motive just now; we should probably take care of him.

Zhang Chengyi's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Murong Bo as he thought to himself.

He was prepared to leave temporarily, but Ding Chunqiu disgusted him again. He didn't want to make another trip to Dali; it was pointless. He'd let the Eight Friends of Hangu continue working while he went back to Leigu Mountain to learn some external martial arts and practical combat skills before heading to the next world.

I'll come back when I have time in the future. Anyway, it can slow down my body's recovery. As long as I control the flow rate and don't make it too fast, I can still come back for a visit whenever I feel like it.

So it seems pointless to keep Murong Bo around.