The stables are rough and the wind is strong at night, which is suitable for setting fires.

She intends to set fire to the horse, best to stir this dark prison in the mountains into a pot of porridge, and then go to the kitchen.

Xie Yun was reluctant to let her mix in, so she didn't tell her what the antidote for "Gentle Powder" looked like, but Zhou Fei pondered that since it was in the food, it was obviously prepared by the kitchen, which had cooks, handymen, Food delivery, sentry, etc., people come and go, it is impossible to be foolproof. After a long time, there will be some people who eat it by mistake, so they probably have a backup antidote. Go to catch a cook and ask about it. If it goes well, maybe Can get an antidote.

Zhou Fei's thoughts were very clear. She came to the farthest cell, stared at the horse pen not far away, took a deep breath, and immediately planned to act.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the silent stone prison behind and pressed her shoulder.

☆、Suzaku

Zhou Fei's heart groaned, and she almost pulled out the knife.

However, the next moment, her ears moved slightly, and she heard a very light rustling sound from not far away - the only sound of clothes swaying in the wind, the footsteps were too light, if he didn't want to cover his whereabouts, Zhou Fei was unaware of his existence.

She originally thought that Manshan's sentries were half a kilogram with her, but she didn't expect that there were still masters hidden in the corner.

Just when Zhou Fei began to worry about whether she would reveal her traces, there was a sudden coughing sound like she was about to die. The hand on her shoulder followed the master's cough and pressed down involuntarily. It seemed that the person couldn't even stand still, and regarded her as a human-shaped armrest.

Zhou Fei turned her head cautiously, and saw a middle-aged man with a skeleton in the innermost black prison. He was just hiding in the shadows, and he was so silent that she didn't even notice it. There is a living creature here.

This man had white temples and was dressed in commoner clothes. Although his shoulders were not hunched, he was not very straight. He shook his head gently at Zhou Fei, before he had time to say anything, and then he coughed again, which made Zhou Fei's chest feel tight, almost out of breath with him.

The person not far away seemed to pause for a while, probably because he didn't want to get close to this TB patient, he let out a low "tsk" in disgust and disgust, and turned to the distance.

Only then did the middle-aged man let go of Zhou Fei, press his chest, leaning on the side to rest, his breath was very weak.

Zhou Fei hesitated for a while, and did not leave immediately, she whispered, "Thank you... Senior, are you alright?"

The middle-aged man looked up at her, Zhou Fei met his gaze, and was startled for no reason. Those were a pair of turbid, somewhat lifeless eyes, and when they looked at them, their hearts tensed for no reason.

The man said lightly: "Where is the little girl, you are so brave."

Among the forty-eight villages, there are countless people who are hidden from the world. Many people, like Mrs. Wang, seem to be just ordinary old men and women, but they may have unpredictable skills. Zhou Fei didn't know much, and she didn't know how firewood, rice, oil, and salt were sold when she went out. The only thing she'd seen was too many experts.

But none of the elders in the village... including the head of Li Da, did not give her an indescribable pressure like the middle-aged person in front of her - even if he looked more vacuous than Zhou Yitang.

Zhou Fei couldn't help being a little cautious, and replied, "I have an elder brother in my family who was caught by them when they were out alone. I had to come to find it and disturb the seniors."

The middle-aged man half-closed his eyes and said, "Oh, where is the teacher?"

His words can be described as very rude, with a little condescension that he is used to giving orders, but his attitude is very natural, making people feel that he is born to speak like this.

Zhou Fei hesitated for a while, she didn't know what the person in front of her came from, and she knew that she had no experience, so she was afraid to find trouble for the forty-eight villages.

When she was alone, she was quite arrogant and fearless, but when it came to the home, the cautious and careful sleeping all over her body suddenly woke up.

It's a pity that Zhou Fei can't talk nonsense since she was a child, so she asked her to make up one temporarily, but she couldn't make it up, so she had to hide and half reveal: "I have some kung fu handed down from my ancestors at home, my parents pass it on casually, and I practice randomly, It’s just fitness, our family is sparse, there are three people in total and two brothers and sisters from relatives, so we can’t talk about a serious school.”

The middle-aged man said "um" and didn't know if he believed it or not. Anyway, he lost interest in her and waved his hand to signal that she could get out.

Zhou Fei was actually a bit lonely and didn't like to talk to strangers very much, but seeing the haggard appearance of this man, she couldn't help but think of Zhou Yitang.

She was in the ground during the day, she heard Xie Yun say a few words and swept away thousands of troops. Although there was nothing on her face, she couldn't help but feel up and down. She was worried that her father was running around and no one would take care of her, and then she felt that he was so Majestic and majestic, there must be a lot of famous doctors and attendants. After so many years, not even any news has been sent back to the village, can they still remember their mother and daughter?

Her various complex worries involuntarily moved to the middle-aged man in front of her, and she couldn't help asking, "Is the senior ill?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to expect her to take the initiative to talk to him, so he was stunned for a while, and then said briefly, "A little old injury."

Zhou Fei said "Oh", every time she couldn't find anything to say, she wished that Li Yan could be possessed. She thought about it, took a steamed bun, and handed it from the fèng gap in the prison door. go in.

The middle-aged man looked at her strangely.

"I came here from the sentry pavilion," Zhou Fei explained, "they eat it by themselves, and it's not poisonous. I think the medicine in the diet is very hurtful. Since senior is hurt, it's better to eat less. "

The middle-aged man stretched out his hand to take it, took the steamed bun with some residual warmth in his hand and looked it over and over twice, as if he had never seen a steamed bun in his life. "Where did the brother you just mentioned get locked up by them?"

Zhou Fei shook her head blankly.

The middle-aged man gave her a deep look: "Then you dare to break in? Do you know who the owner of this place is?"

Xie Yun said it was "a bunch of not-so-dignified Jianghu friends". He probably guessed that she didn't know what he said, so he omitted it.

The middle-aged man said, "Have you ever heard of the mountain of living and dead?"

He seemed a little impatient to talk nonsense, and thought that a few words would be enough, but Zhou Fei's expression seemed to be even more dazed.

The middle-aged man frowned and said coldly, "Why don't the unweaned cubs come out and walk around, your family is really empty."

Zhou Fei was a little unhappy, but then she remembered that the words "there are few people in the family" was her own nonsense, so she had to put the fire back for a while, and at the same time wondered what identity this person was, and why she was so indifferent even at her age. Can you speak human?

"There are countless monsters and monsters on the mountain of living and dead. There are four main positions on them. They are not ashamed. They are named after the four elephants. They are a group of world-famous shit stickers. "Underworld", and later the four brothers bit their own dog and got into an infighting, which coincided with the confrontation between the north and the south, and both sides wanted to exterminate them, and then they fell apart - one of them, the Vermillion Bird, fell near Yueyang, and when this group of people was lawless, Enemies are all over the world, and now I have shrunk here, and I know that it is not appropriate to show my face, so I am attached to the Huo family for what they need."

Zhou Fei suddenly realized: "Oh."

But after the "oh", she only roughly understood why these masked people were so handy in dirty things, and didn't have much other feelings. After all, she had never seen the real bodies of these "monsters and monsters" with her own eyes, and she wanted to talk about "underworld". "Come on, forty-eight villages who "become bandits" are not going anywhere.

The middle-aged man glanced at her: "Suzaku's master's name is Mu Xiaoqiao. Back then, because of some minor disagreements, he went to Mount Tai alone. He picked the three elders of the Taishan faction within a stick of incense, and broke three ribs of the head. In front of everyone's eyes, he broke open the chest of the only son of the head, grabbed a lively heart, and threw it on the ground."

Zhou Fei's eyes widened this time. She knew about the Taishan faction. The Qianzhong family in the Forty-Eight Villages had moved here from there. Zhong's founding patriarch used to be a disciple of Mount Tai, and he later incorporated the palm technique into the halberd and created this department.

When the middle-aged man saw that this ignorant little girl was finally frightened, he gave a bit of a bitter smile: "I finally told a sect that you know - it's good if you know it well, you're lucky, and now you know, Go away."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Fei, who was "frightened", said in her heart, "It turns out that it was so powerful that the plan that turned the world upside down just now won't work. I still have to be careful. Why don't I search for the antidote quietly first, and let out some helpers to talk about it. "

She said to the middle-aged man, "Thank you for your guidance, senior."

After she finished speaking, she nimbly jumped down from the door of the stone prison, and two or three ups and downs went to the row of houses behind the horse pen.

The middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes and saw that she was ignoring his advice at all, looking at Zhou Fei's direction with a gloomy expression, and said in a low voice, "Looking for death."

At this time, a shadow "flowed" down from the place where Zhou Fei had just stood, and landed at the door of the stone prison. Only then did he realize that this "shadow" was actually a person. True shadows are no different.

The man in black respectfully knelt down on one knee, waiting for the middle-aged man in the stone prison to order.

"It's alright." The middle-aged man said lightly, "A little chatter, it doesn't matter, I just want to know, are you sure Suzaku is in this mountain tonight?"

The man in black opened his mouth and said something, but he clearly didn't say anything, but the middle-aged man in the stone prison seemed to "hear" it. Go ahead and follow the original plan. Killing Mu Xiaoqiao is nothing to Huo Liantao."

As soon as the black shadow lowered his head, he seemed to respond with a "yes", and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a shadow again, clinging to the mountain wall like a gecko, and had already climbed several feet.

At this moment, the middle-aged man in the stone prison suddenly said, "Hold on."

Hearing the sound, the black shadow tamely slipped back to the door of the prison, waiting for orders.

I saw that the middle-aged man who looked like a tuberculosis ghost broke a piece of steamed bun, put it on the tip of his nose with great distrust, and smelled it carefully. He looked extremely serious when he was eating, and his brows were slightly wrinkled, as if he was making a difficult choice.

After finally swallowing this piece of steamed buns, the middle-aged talent whispered: "That little girl just now, if you see it, let her die - it's fine if you don't see it, let's see her luck."

Zhou Fei had no idea what was brewing in the peaceful valley. She patiently searched carefully for half an hour, and finally found the back kitchen's site with a few handymen. After knowing the danger here, she didn't dare to take the seemingly ordinary handymen in the back kitchen lightly, and tried her best to keep up with a short, fat cook.

The cook was probably hungry at night. He wanted to make a late-night snack for himself, but he didn't want to be seen, so he reprimanded the apprentice and other handymen and went to the kitchen alone.

Zhou Fei stared at him with good eyes, breathed, breathed, and moved, subconsciously imitating the rhythm of the cook's walking. Just as the fat cook pushed open the wooden door of the kitchen, Zhou Fei suddenly attacked, leaning forward as he leaned forward. The moment when her back was the most relaxed, she unhesitatingly took out the knife, only to hear a "pop", the fat cook didn't even say a word, there was already a dòng in his throat.

Zhou Fei: "..."

What about the monster den?

Was the sick uncle just now trying to scare people?

☆, get out of trouble

In fact, no one frightened her, it was Zhou Fei who was just starting out and couldn't figure out her level.

She is not very old, even if she has been practicing since her mother's womb, her internal strength level may be the same, so it is normal to not fight for a long time. If there are many opponents or they happen to meet her, she will be very passive. The snow-breaking knife was repaired when Li Laozhai was forty years old. He was not old at that time, but his experience and accumulation were already very profound. It was the pinnacle of his life. Fei's natural condition is not very good, and most of her nine-style snow breakers are difficult to use.

But that doesn't mean she's ordinary.

Even Li Sheng, if it wasn't for his emotional upheaval at the time, the two masked men attacked in despicable ways, and they would not have fallen into the hands of these people.

Practicing martial arts is no better than reading - even if you are reading, you must first be able to afford the teacher's repairs and four study rooms. Even if you don't have any of these, you must at least have a "wall" and a tile. It is enough to keep out the rain and have a place to live. In today's world, it is already a superior background than half of the people.

Practicing martial arts is more demanding, because a master must lead the door.

If the children of the poor family are very enlightened, they can still listen to the voices of the books in the courtyard at the door, but people who practice martial arts, even if they can't use the eighteen weapons, at least they must recognize them.

Qi doors, meridians, etc., must be taught by someone at the beginning of the entry, otherwise it will be misunderstood, and the qi will be light if you go wrong. Many kung fu are taught by the teacher's words and deeds, and there is not a single sentence or sentence left on the paper. Among the hundreds of martial arts, there is not necessarily a book that can become a book on paper, but it is usually a generation of masters in the martial arts. These people seldom consider the abilities of their younger disciples, and the books they have compiled are quite condescending. If no one explains them in detail, they usually think that they are not blind people after reading the book for two or three years. Can't read all the words.

But among the major sects, which one is not a treasured broom?

The so-called "disciples" of most gangs are actually just some superficial boxing skills taught by old disciples after entry. Usually, they are no different from ordinary chores.

It was never normal for the cook to be stabbed in the right by her engrossed knife.

For a moment, Zhou Fei almost suspected that she had killed the wrong person, but the matter had come to this point, even if the killing was wrong, she did not dare to delay any longer. Brother Zhen and the others dealt with the traces on the ground in a rusty and meticulous manner.

Then he turned around and fastened the door of the kitchen, wiped his hands with the water in the water tank, took out the remaining steamed bun, and turned the kitchen upside down while chewing.

Finally, Zhou Fei found a pile of food boxes for food delivery, and there was a half-person-high cabinet beside it.

The food box has two colors, one is red with a "red" engraved on it, and the other is black with a "xuan" engraved on it. Although I don't know what they are used for, they are probably for the purpose of giving them separately. The food for the guards and prisoners, there are a bunch of medicine bottles in the cabinet, and I don't know what they are used for.

Zhou Fei didn't know anything about these bottles and jars, and didn't dare to smell them indiscriminately. She just tore off a tablecloth, tied the two ends together, made a net pocket, and walked away in a hurry.

Then she didn't leave immediately, and stayed in place for a while, thinking about whether she had missed anything.