There are thirteen pills in the stone bottle.

The current subordinate of the swordsman is in the stage of serving A Furong once every three days.

Although it was not yet time for the drug to attack, they still looked at the stone bottle in Mo Li's hand with strange fanaticism.

Like hungry people saw steamed buns, the merchants lost in the desert found an oasis, and could no longer tolerate anything else in their eyes. They just wanted to run over and grab such a life-sustaining thing in their hands, and couldn't wait to put it into their mouths.

It was less than six hours before the swordsman threw the medicine to them when he ran away. It was logical that they had not yet had an attack, but they still could not refuse A Furong's temptation.

"Don't they know that this thing is not enough?"

Qiu Jing was very confused. Since this thing became worse and worse as you eat, everyone had the idea of ​​survival, why should you shorten your life?

"I know, but I can't control myself, it's like a moth to a flame."

This is also the first time Mo Li has met someone who takes A Furong. The animals Xue Ting and Qin Lu look for can't speak, but they only know that they are addicted to A Furong and can't stop. And Mo Li doesn't know how strong the psychedelic satisfaction brought by A Furong is.

Mo Li looked at the stone bottle in her hand, with a complicated expression.

Since Qiu Jing and others came, the guy from Ganquan Pool has lit dozens of lanterns around, which makes the courtyard look like daytime.

In such a bright place, because of Mo Li's words, everyone felt a chill and jumped out of their backs.

"This... Piaoping Pavilion holds such a powerful medicine, wouldn't it be that you feed someone a piece? That person has to be obedient?"

The person who spoke was Qiu Jing's capable subordinate. He did not want to question Mo Li, but he felt frightened and strange.

A Furong is so powerful that she can control whoever she wants. Will the people behind the scenes be satisfied with using it to form a killer organization?

It is difficult to get in the palace, but what about the Prime Minister's Mansion? If you can assassinate, will you drug those powerful people? At that time, whether it is Qi Dynasty or the three kings of Chu, who has the final say in the world.

When everyone thought of this, their bodies were filled with coldness.

"Because of this concern, I asked the Lord Qiu to come over and talk to you." Mo Li frowned slightly and suppressed other emotions.

Dealing with Qiu Jing is very unpleasant. Mo Li did feel angry before. But even if he is angry, Fengxing Pavilion's power will be useless.

After leaving Zhushan County for so long, Mo Li also understood. Giant crocodiles with great power like Mr. Cai and Qiu Jing, who have used all kinds of tricks to act. Perhaps because of this, the world is like this, a gentleman, a good man, and even a arrogant and disdainful person to do villains, he cannot be the leader of the gang leader.

Fortunately, Qiu Jing is much better than Mr. Cai of the Four Gangs and Twelve Gangs. At least in the overall situation, he and Meng Qi can barely talk to Fengxingge, and Fengxingge is not as indifferent to the people and despise people's lives as most gangs in the martial arts world.

Qiu Jing is just a disgusting behavior sometimes.

A gentleman does not indulge in his likes and dislikes. Mo Li always regards himself as a "person", a person with normal likes and dislikes, and the likes and dislikes of normal people obviously will not be beaten or killed just because someone eavesdrops on his words.

At most, he showed his face or left with his sleeves and avoided it from now on. The main reason why Mo Li was unhappy was that he could not choose the latter for the time being.

"Once A Furong spreads, the terrible impact it can cause is far greater than what we think." Mo Li pinched the stone bottle in her hand and said calmly, "For example, no matter how much I trust the Pavilion Master or I can't believe in the Pavilion Master, I will not give this bottle of pills made by A Furong. I will not let it leave my eyes unless it is burned by myself."

Qiu Jing looked solemn when she heard this.

Mo Li's words made her feel truly how A Furong's "demon" reached.

"This medicine is not a crude A Furong, and there are other medicinal materials added to it. It is more powerful than the holy medicines in southern Xinjiang that I know." Mo Li said this, and changed the subject, "But no matter how you cover it up, it still has a fatal flaw."

"What?"

"Smell." Meng Qi suddenly interrupted.

Mo Li nodded and said slowly, "Yes, this thing is strong and unpleasant. It is impossible to use medicine to control others in secret."

Meng Qi thought that the doctor was too subtle. He opened the pills and sniffed them carefully, which reminded people of the pickled vegetables jars that had not been washed in three years and the animal fur made of nitrogen. I don’t know what happened after the water was melted, but the smell alone was very fatal. What kind of wine, vegetables and tea can this be put into?

Qingfang or stinky mandarin fish? Which powerful family likes to eat this?

Monks do not eat five pills, and ministers who need to meet the emperor do not dare to eat food that is too heavy to avoid losing their manners in the imperial court.

Qiu Jing breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What the doctor means is that this medicine is difficult to take by mistake, unless it is hard to get it?"

Mo Li thought about it. When County Magistrate Xue was tossing the rabbit, the first time he was in the hard pouring it in was because he vomited and pulled it. Before the medicine was tried, the rabbit was killed, and it almost made Xue Ting think that this was a poison that caused diarrhea and death.

That's crude, not a pill.

"I don't know the prescription prepared by Piaopingge, and I don't know how many times it takes to make people lose control. It's better to interrogate."

"What the doctor said is very much."

Qiu Jing ordered people to pull the cloth towel stuffed into a killer's mouth, and did not threaten to ask, and said directly: "The medicine you want is in the hands of this doctor, and we are satisfied. There may not be any medicine for you, but if we are dissatisfied, you can only endure the pain of the drug attack."

The killer's face was distorted and he opened his mouth to speak.

The swordsman wanted to scold him, but after his eyes swept across the stone bottle, he lay back dejectedly.

The killer stared at Shi Ping greedily, and the underside of his eyes was blue.

Although the killer heard Qiu Jing and Mo Li's words, the person had already fallen into Feng Xingge's hands. What else could he expect if the medicine was cut off?

Even the leader became a prisoner!

Even if someone comes to Piaoping Pavilion, he will only save Yi Daoke and will not look at them more.

The killer became terrified and suddenly became violent.

Meng Qi picked up the walnuts from the plate and hit the killer's knee bend.

"Don't think about it!" The killer lay on the ground and smiled strangely, "The people in the world all have their lives today and tomorrow. Sooner or later, there will be such a disaster! Give me the medicine, and I will say! Otherwise, don't think about it!"

Qiu Jing sneered and raised her hand to signal.

Immediately someone kicked the killer, stuffed the cloth towel back, and then lifted the person next to him.

"explain!"

The second killer's eyes turned, and his pupils shrank when Qiu Jing's shouting.

"I...I don't know much, and it's useless to say it." The killer lowered his head and pretended to be cowardly.

"It's useful or not, we have the final say."

Meng Qi knew that these guys’ tricks were nothing more than delaying time.

"The person behind Piaoping Pavilion seems to have a high martial arts skills, which makes you so afraid?"

The swordsman had no expression on his face, but the two killers shook.

"Why would you like to talk about your origin first, who is your surname, who is your person? What's your name in the world?" Meng Qi saw the two of them changing their faces, longing for A Furong but not daring to really betray Piaoping Pavilion.

Mo Li only has a bottle of medicine in his hand. If it is gone, it is gone. Only then can Piaoping Pavilion truly control their lifeline.

"It seems that I can only worry about Master Qiu," Meng Qi said slowly.

"It's okay, I wonder if the national guru saw what weapons these two people used, what preferences they had, and what ways they used?"

Meng Qi raised his eyebrows and said a few casually. Qiu Jing immediately stood up behind him and practiced it for Meng Qi to show him one move.

The Southern Sect and Northern Sect will still have habits when fighting even if they are unique martial arts. Some people in the martial arts world like to hide hidden weapons, and those who deal with them will subconsciously guard against this move. After all, not everyone is a master, and it is difficult to find the flaws of martial arts. In most cases, their defenses are limited, and they can only take care of a few places and see through them at a glance.

Even so, Meng Qi was also secretly shocked.

Fengxingge summarized the habits and moves of most people in the world. With a cup of tea, the killer's old foundation is about to be dug out.

Qiu Jing asked someone to come forward and carefully examine the killer's appearance. Another Ganquan Tang guy reported about a dozen people who met the conditions and had not heard of it for a long time.

This series of dazzling actions, the name that the Fengxingge newspaper finally came to was exactly the same as Meng Qi's guess based on the wanted order of the government.

The swordsman was stunned.

He didn't seem to know the origin of his subordinates when he looked at him, so he called him a title.

The two killers were different, and there was an unconcealed horror on their faces.

If they were extraordinary people, it would be easy to understand if they were closely monitored by Fengxing Pavilion and pay attention to their whereabouts. However, they were just ordinary green forest bandits, and after being forced to join Piaoping Pavilion, they disappeared. It is estimated that even the enemies thought they were dead, but Fengxing Pavilion underestimated them.

"I laughed at some slightest ability." Qiu Jing bowed to Meng Qi and said with a wry smile, "I'm sure you don't care about it. This is the first time this method is so good. I have to spend three or five hours on weekdays and report about ten suspects. Today is thanks to the national teacher's keen eyes, remember clearly, and judge accurately without hesitation."

After all the words were relieved.

Where can I get the best master to use for Fengxingge?

The swordsman stared at Meng Qi. He had been hearing Qiu Jing and others call Meng Qi "national teacher" since before.

Which national teacher is there? There is no such person in the world! The swordsmen who have been squatting in the tombs have been deeply confused because they have no place to listen to gossip.

"Go and check how long ago they disappeared and where they finally appeared."

Qiu Jing turned her gaze to the swordsman.

This is what really popped up from a stone, with no origin at all. It's really annoying that it's not like oil and salt.

Mo Li looked at Meng Qi, as if she wanted to say something.

Meng Qi moved a few steps closer and said with a message to the secret: "The swordsman has only two bottles of medicine in his hand, which can only be calculated as six days. Once it is gone, his subordinates will become waste. Is it six days enough for him to recover the account book, or is it the sudden incident of the Si family rice shop account book that happened, and the swordsman hurriedly pulled everyone out of the coffin to do business?"

"You mean..."

"There should be someone who came to deliver the medicine, or the swordsman called him before going out."

After hearing this, Mo Li quickly looked up and asked, "Do you want to set up an ambush in the tomb?"

"No, they must have a complicated way to connect. If the swordsman refuses to tell the details, we can't hide it. We need to find another way. For example, we should think about who will leave such medicine to keep, and how it won't attract attention... Sijia rice shop is here, and the branch of Piaoping Pavilion is also nearby. The King of Wu used 600 taels of gold to hold the dragon head to hire the killer of Piaoping Pavilion, and it is also the link here. These are not coincidences! This place must be an important nest of Piaoping Pavilion, and the place where A Furong is made cannot be too far away!"

Mo Li was excited and immediately said: "Start checking from the pharmacy shop in the ten miles of town!"

The medicinal materials used to prepare pills are not necessarily sold from the medicinal shop, but all the medicinal materials merchants who can touch here from the medicinal shop. They know the direction of each fixed medicinal material flow, and now only Mo Li needs to judge the ingredients outside A Furong in the pills.
To be continued...