Chapter 996: Scraping Bone to Treat Poison! (5.8k, two-in-one)

"The road from Pengshan is not long, the tadpoles are diligent in exploring, quack, beautiful! It suits my state of mind very well. Master Liang has great talent, Liang Qu has great talent!" The old toad became happier the more it read, and the more it recited, the happier it became, waving its webbed claws, "Quick, quick, quick, another one! Another one!"

"Master Toad, writing poetry and lyrics is truly not easy." Liang Qu rubbed his temples, looking exhausted.

The old toad pretended not to understand: "Then why not meet again in two days? Liang Qu, rest more, create more!"

"I can't rest, I can't create. Without treasure fish to eat, I can't think of good poems!" Liang Qu got straight to the point, showing his cards without pretending.

"What does writing poetry have to do with treasure fish? Master Liang is the backbone of the toad clan; what you do is too worldly. How can you shine for the toad clan!" The old toad crossed its arms, very dissatisfied. "Besides, I risked my life, working hard to accompany you to this freezing place. It's so cold that my toad skin is wrinkled, and you're not even willing to give a few poems?"

"I originally wanted to worry for a few more years and then pass the position of toad clan elder to you. Looking at it now, that's absolutely impossible; you still need training!"

"I gave them to you." Liang Qu patted the booklet, which rustled. "Isn't this 'Untitled' one? Master Toad, take it."

"From now on, the toad history will have a name. Writing poetry requires inspiration, inspiration costs brainpower, brainpower needs replenishment, eat what you need to replenish, treasure fish brains are the best! Three fish for one poem, three fish for one poem!"

"You, you, you!"

Liang Qu stood up and paced: "The jade toad leaves the sea, white dew wets the flowers. Wind rises from the clouds at the claws, water soaks the eyebrows at the sand..."

"One fish for one poem!"

"Gold Gong fish over five jin!"

"Write quickly, write quickly!"

The old toad jumped up and down, huffing and puffing, jumped to the peak, hugged its legs, and rolled 360 degrees, perfectly blocking the moonlight.

The hedgehog poked its head out, eyes thoughtful.

Huai Kong marveled at the poetic talent.

The fat catfish squatted on the deck, biting its whiskers, word by word, studying seriously.

It had learned another trick for begging for fish.

Write poetry, write good poetry.

But what should it do if it couldn't write poetry?

After setting the price, Liang Qu splashed ink and waved his brush, dragons flying and phoenixes dancing, earning treasure fish in large quantities.

"There is a beautiful toad, seeing it is unforgettable. Not seeing it for a day, missing it is like madness."

"The phoenix flies and soars, seeking a phoenix across the four seas, but alas, the beautiful toad is not in the Jianghuai."

"Good! This one is even better!"

"In the floating world of three thousand, I have three loves: the sun, the moon, and you. The sun is for the morning, the moon is for the dusk, and you are for every morning and every dusk."

"A beautiful toad's smile surpasses pearl foil, pointing far away to the blue lake as the concubine's home."

Long Long Eying supported her chin with her hands on the table, watching with a smile. Long Li and Long Yao watched the show. Liang Qu licked his lips, sweating profusely, but thinking of the fat treasure fish, he braced himself and continued writing.

The bat yawned, and the hedgehog applauded vigorously.

The fat catfish extended its whiskers into the inkstone to dip in ink, copying it down, pondering how to rewrite it.

"Benefactor, are you thinking about changing the lines?"

The fat catfish was stunned, looked up and saw a shiny little bald head, nodding vigorously.

On the treasure ship, fortunate and happy, quacking to express ambition, harmonious and happy.

In Hantai, the Bai family was chirping, messy as tangled hemp, arguing endlessly, almost on the verge of fighting.

Bai Bai Chenfeng was spitting everywhere.

He counted the Bai family's shrinking policy, which had exchanged for the imperial court and Snow Mountain's step-by-step pressure. With the foundation of a Martial Saint family, they had none of the glory of a Martial Saint family, living in the cracks. He recounted the ten-year predicament of the Bai family, inciting "public anger," and denounced Bai Bai Mingzhe for inaction and chaos, drawing countless responses.

"My Qilin grandson, twenty-five years old, is about to enter the Wolf Smoke Heaven Bridge, with hopes for Hunting Tiger at thirty. Martial examinations take lives. After that, there are twenty years until fifty. Do you think twenty years isn't enough for Hunting Tiger to be complete?"

"Everyone knows that entering Perfected Form before fifty means having the qualifications of a Martial Saint! Bai Bai Mingzhe, you have ruined the Bai family's Martial Saint future! Today my grandson is one, tomorrow his grandson will be the second!"

"Right! For ourselves, for the Bai family, step down!"

"Step down! Step down!"

"We want freedom!"

"Bai Bai Mingzhe, you have harmed our Bai family's Martial Saint! You have harmed our Bai family's Martial Saint!"

"You're farting! I won't even talk about Bai Xingwen's temperament, whether he can become Perfected Form in the future. Bai Bai Chenfeng, I respect you as the old patriarch and care about face. Let's not talk about the distant past; just look at your so-called 'secret cultivation' in the last ten years. Have the first and second houses stopped encroaching on the Bai family's mineral resources!?"

"In the last ten years, where did the twelve thousand shi gap in the account books go? If we talk about the distant past, when you were patriarch, did you ever really seek profit for everyone? No, there were only hole after hole, all of which I wiped your ass for! The gambling debts your third son owes haven't been paid off yet!"

"Also, the elders of the Bai family have old-age stipends; the older they are, the more they get. Your first house actually has a 360-year-old person collecting it. Did the Bai family produce a Heavenly Dragon Martial Saint that I, the patriarch, don't know about? Or is it some third-level Perfected Form that reaches the sky and penetrates the earth? If neither, what strange art did they practice? We are all Bai family members, why hide it?"

"Fake, all fake! The person who wrote the account book is your person!"

"How do you explain these twenty-plus elders over two hundred years old? Where did they go?"

"I'll fuck your mother!"

"You bastard born of a concubine!"

The hall was like a market of shrews cursing.

At the beginning, everyone could still speak long sentences and arguments, but later it completely devolved into attacking origins and attacking appearances.

Until midnight.

The oldest elder in the clan, 328 years old, came forward and tapped his cane, and only then did it stop.

"Don't argue, don't argue. Now that things have reached this point, we must deal with the Earl of Baron Xingyi tomorrow and the Ice Wheel Bodhi Temple the day after!"

"My grandson! It hurts me so much! Oh, the vastness of the sky! To let a child with hair in pigtails go to the Yellow Springs first, while an old body with crane-white hair has to hold a cane to send off the spirit! Ancestors, ancestors—"

Bai Bai Chenfeng left crying and wailing, which could be said to make listeners shed tears and hearers sad.

A large wave of people followed and left.

The hall was deathly silent.

"Hoo." Bai Bai Mingzhe leaned against the back of the chair, his skull aching. Recalling the past and present, although he had some understanding of Bai Bai Chenfeng, when things came to a head, he still couldn't believe it. "How could it reach such a point—"

Returning to Ice Mirror Mountain.

The cold wind whistled.

Bai Bai Chenfeng wiped away his tears, his expression as usual.

Bai Chen Elder Honglang was extremely admiring: "Brother, the situation today is great! I've seen it; excluding the first and second houses, the fifth, sixth, and seventh houses, at least half support us, and there are many neutrals among the remaining half!"

"Strange, why hasn't he returned yet?"

"It should be so. Everyone loves ease and hates work, is short-sighted and selfish. Cultivating to Hunting Tiger or Perfected Form might make them understand a thing or two, but we give them benefits every year, and we eat our fill of meat; why would we care about others."

"Brother is powerful! Could it be that when you stepped down in the past, you thought of today?"

"I am not an immortal; otherwise, why would I let the Bai Mingzhe kid ascend to the position as soon as the Great Shun arrived? It's just a matter of judging the situation. Bai Bai Mingzhe's actions might be correct, and they are the future, but the dissatisfaction he caused is also real. Furthermore, he is a bit young."

Bai Bai Mingzhe left home at eight and enjoyed the glory and wealth of Nanzhili. How could he have experienced intrigue? After returning, he was also assisted by the imperial court to ascend to the position with the momentum of swallowing the world like a whale.

Even if he had tempered and improved over ten years, there was still a chasm between him and this old gentleman of over two hundred years.

Of course.

Bai Bai Mingzhe knew his own flaws, so he was more conservative than enterprising. After taking the position, the overall development of the Bai family was mainly focused on contraction, with a little internal correction.

But how could people endure correction?

The debauched disciples were forcibly pressed into the school and grounded at home. Could the anger in their hearts be smoothed out?

The channels for those who filled their own pockets to make money in secret were cut, and those who forcibly seized women were punished by kneeling in the ancestral hall.

Yet precisely, those who could do these things were all high-level members of the Bai family!

The replacement of the Great Great Qian by the Great Shun was not a one-day achievement. The world was in chaos, and it was precisely these decades of no one watching that made the Bai family used to being loose and unwilling to be restrained again.

Thinking of this.

"Elder Honglang."

"Brother."

"Remember one sentence: people never want to be good; people only want to be comfortable."

"Never want to be good, only want to be comfortable?" Bai Chen Elder Honglang was thoughtful, and at the same time worried, "Then in this way, isn't my Bai family's mansion about to collapse..."

"That's why I said Bai Bai Mingzhe is no good." Bai Bai Chenfeng laughed. "His heart is too soft. He always feels that everyone is a Bai family member, connected by blood. At worst, he'll just use family law. If it were me, those who fill their own pockets should be killed, not a single one left, and eradicated cleanly at once!"

"After that, redistribute the benefits, support a batch, use new blood to replace old blood, and suppress the old blood. Within thirty to forty years, raising a Perfected Form would establish a foothold. However, ten years is too short; it would be amazing to produce some Hunting Tigers. He doesn't have enough time to do what he wants to do. He De Ban, an outsider Hunting Tiger, is already a pretty good card in his hand."

Bai Chen Elder Honglang suddenly woke up. Thinking back carefully, when his brother took the position—

Time hurried by.

The sun and moon rotated.

The old toad picked up the yellow leather bag and poured out the lively big treasure fish.

Ta Ta Kai flipped the iron pot, the heat was soaring, A Wei sucked blood, and the five great warriors gnawed on bones and ate internal organs.

Five poems, five fish.

Plus the one month, three months, and the treasure ship, the toad king's share of six treasure fish, totaling eleven fish.

【Water Ze Essence +2425】

【Water Ze Essence +5942】

【Water Ze Essence +8864】

【Water Ze Essence +72,000】

【Water Ze Essence: 422,000】

【Separated by the days of the scriptures, the passing of the four seasons, can consume 3,000 Water Ze Essence to condense a dew seed.】

Splash.

The blue tide surged, and the dew seed appeared.

【Water Ze Essence: 419,000】

【Seed of Creation: 3】

【Dew Seed: 6】

The share for the autumn and winter seasons.

Midsummer is coming soon. Without realizing it, another wave of "fish taxes" from the Twenty Jiaoren and Long Ren can be collected.

Forty square, totaling 20/1000, not reaching three hundred. Time was tight, so Liang Qu didn't rush to add it, habitually leaving it as a backup.

"Treasure fish of two or three thousand essence are no longer of much use—"

His own "root" was strengthened, not only resisting the external environment but even including the efficacy of treasures and medicines, just not as intense as poison. Fortunately, there was Water Ze Essence as a bottom line.

Liang Qu walked out of the quiet room. Softness clung to his back, and a pair of fair hands wrapped around his neck, whispering softly.

"Liang Da Zhe truly has great poetic inspiration. Taking advantage of the moonlight tonight, you wrote five handed-down poems for the mother toad in one breath."

"They were all copied." Liang Qu was honest, confessing leniently. "I am unwilling to use fake talent to deceive you, so I never write them."

Long Long Eying had long guessed it, just didn't quite understand: "Such good poems, just one could be famous for ages. How come I've never heard of them?"

"Heh, this is where I'm amazing! It's wonderful." Liang Qu held his head high.

Long Long Eying chuckled. She pulled Liang Qu's hand to the room, sat sideways on the table, crossed her legs, spread out the paper, pressed the paperweight, and placed the wolf-hair brush on the ceramic brush rest.

Five fingers pressed down.

"I don't want copied ones! Write! It can't be worse than those five!"

Fortunately, he kept a little and didn't let it all out.

Liang Qu secretly rejoiced, picked up the wolf-hair brush, and recalled, poking Long Eying's butt with his elbow: "You're pressing the paper, husband, move over a bit."

"Write!"

Noon.

Bai Bai Chenfeng was blocked on the mountain by several elders and could not appear to intensify the conflict.

The Hantai Bai family was on high alert. From young to old, from the port to the government office, there were Bai family members watching everywhere, wanting to know how the situation was.

The shadow of the sundial moved from the hour of Si to the hour of Wu, and then from the hour of Wu to the third quarter of the hour of Wu.

"How come—no movement?"

Bai Bai Mingzhe tilted his head: "Are you sure you said the hour of Wu?"

He De Ban was sweating profusely, trying hard to recall: "Patriarch, it is absolutely true. This subordinate dares to guarantee with his life!"

"Forget it, perhaps the Earl of Baron Xingyi means from the middle of the hour of Wu to the end of the hour of Wu."

The restless crowd returned to calm, continuing to wait.

Treasure ship.

The old toad recited facing the wind, and the hedgehog clapped below, quacking everywhere.

"At the third quarter of the hour of Wu, aren't we moving?"

Her legs were round, and soft flesh was squeezed out between them. Liang Qu lay on Long Eying's knees, holding her waist, opening his mouth to eat the orange she peeled, mumbling: "He said the hour of Wu, so it's the hour of Wu. If I go, wouldn't the Earl of Baron Xingyi lose face?"

"Didn't you say the hour of Wu?"

"Hmm?" Liang Qu blinked. "Did I say it?"

Long Long Eying poked Liang Qu's forehead with her index finger and peeled another orange: "Scholar Liang, great poet, do you have any poetic inspiration now?"

"I do, wife, I do." Liang Qu recited casually: "The blade is like water, Wu salt is whiter than snow, slender hands peel a new orange, the brocade is warm, the beast smoke is constant—."

The beauty is like jade, fragrant and soft in his arms.

The third quarter of the hour of Wu moved to the third quarter of the hour of Wei.

The cold wind was biting, and the atmosphere in the government office was oppressive.

He De Ban was sweating profusely, able to clearly feel the suspicious gazes from the side, like needles and spears, making him feel like a tender piece of meat being fried on an iron plate.

Could it be... he remembered wrong?

Liang Qu spoke the official language of the Great Shun, the Nanzhili dialect. He De Ban had learned it but wasn't familiar with the imperial dialect. Is it possible he remembered the pronunciation of some word wrong?

The more he thought, the more he doubted himself, silently reciting the twelve hours in his heart. The cold sweat soaked his collar. Did he not say the hour of Wu, but the hour of Xu?

But the hour of Xu had already passed. "Let's go." Bai Bai Mingzhe pinched his eyebrows. When the needle passed the time, he turned around. "The Earl of Baron Xingyi is deliberately doing this to disturb our state of mind. No need to wait anymore. If he wants to come, he will come."

He De Ban let out a long breath, then his eyes went black, and he almost fainted, fortunately supported by Bai Bai Mingzhe.

"You've worked hard. It's not your fault. Go back and rest, take a nap."

"Patriarch, I am a witness. What if—"

"Rest assured, if he doesn't come at noon during the day, he will likely come at night. Just rest."

"Understood!"

Night fell.

The nature of the Qi Sea 【Tai Yang】 twisted into 【Tai Yin】, illuminated by the moonlight, surging and expanding.

Long Long Eying's cheeks were flushed, her hair tied up.

Liang Qu was shirtless, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, opening the copy of the memorial Long Eying wrote for him, browsing it again, and discovering an accident, pointing to a paragraph.

"'Accompanying demon monk (name left blank) (suspected to be a Northern Court spy).'"

"Long Eying, this blank, did we not write it?"

Long Long Eying was stunned: "I thought you filled it in."

"I browsed it once and stuffed it directly into the Red Mountain letter box."

Long Eying and Liang Qu looked at each other.

This...

"Nothing will go wrong, right?"

"Forget it, it's fine." Liang Qu waved his hand. "Everything was brought over together. Let His Majesty fill it in. If His Majesty fills in 'A-Gou', then he's called A-Gou. Let's go."

"To Hantai Prefecture?"

"No, let's go to the post station first."

End of the hour of Shen.

Around eleven o'clock.

The treasure ship split the waves. Before the ship docked, there were people observing from the fog, and the cavalry reported.

After the incident yesterday, the Bai family immediately intercepted and blocked all ship traffic at the entire Hantai Prefecture port. No need to identify.

Any ship docking must be the Earl of Baron Xingyi!

Splash.

The news was reported layer by layer. Countless people were energized, like muscles that had just woken up in the morning and hadn't recovered their strength, constantly twisting and reviving.

"One at noon, one at midnight—" Bai Bai Mingzhe pinched his eyebrows.

The news Liang Qu gave and his actual actions were completely reversed.

He didn't dare to sleep last night, stayed up until noon, and now many who had just lain down were called up again, listless.

The opponent had a huge advantage in rhythm.

Bai Bai Mingzhe tidied up, washed simply, and took his confidants to welcome him, constantly receiving news on the way.

"The one driving the ship isn't him, it's a water rat!"

"Water rat?"

"I was seen by a water rat! Hiss, it can use a single-tube 'thousand-mile eye'!"

"Patriarch, the Earl of Baron Xingyi has disembarked! Three men and one woman. Two men are seven feet one or two, the woman is five feet six or seven. The last man is also five feet six or seven. It must be the Earl of Baron Xingyi and his Lady Jun!"

"Behind them is a group of demon beasts. The leader is two zhang tall, width—also two zhang, using a hammer! Behind them is a big crocodile, toad. The demon beasts didn't follow. One man didn't follow."

"?"

"Patriarch, the Earl of Baron Xingyi didn't go to the government office. He went to the post station! He sent a letter."

Bai Bai Mingzhe frowned: "What's the content of the letter?"

"Patriarch, it's a memorial!"

The subordinate presented it with both hands.

Bai Bai Mingzhe opened the memorial, reading ten lines at a glance, his pupils dilating.

After sending the "memorial," Liang Qu stepped out of the post station, walked a hundred meters leisurely, suddenly turned back, and tapped his knuckles on the post station counter.

"I'm not sending it anymore. Give the Donghan back to me."

The post station clerk was sweating profusely, bracing himself: "My lord, you're a step late. The letter, the letter has already been sent."

Liang Qu laughed: "In a moment's time, how come I didn't see anyone leave?"

"This—this went through a secret passage."

"I sent an ordinary letter, how could it go through a secret passage? Forget it, where is the secret passage? I am the Earl of Baron Xingyi of the Great Shun, I order you to lead me to check!"

"My lord, although you are the Earl of Baron Xingyi, you have no authority—"

"Bold! Where is the Donghan!?" Long Long Binglin shouted.

Thump.

"My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me!" The clerk kowtowed repeatedly.

"What's your name?"

"Bai... Zhenghong—"

"Good, the Bai family steals imperial secrets. The crime is one degree heavier!"

"Crime one degree heavier, crime one degree heavier!"

Bats flew on the rafters, opening their mouths and screaming.

The post station clerk was stunned on the spot. The one behind him gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground: "My lord, it's all the little one's fault. It was the little one who privately instigated it. If you want to punish, punish the little one! It was the little one who had a black heart."

"You two speak the official language quite well, better than that He De Ban, very fluently."

The clerk was stunned on the spot.

"April 4th, the Bai family steals secrets—"

Little Shen Long held the charcoal pen, floating in mid-air, recording the evidence of the crime word by word in the booklet.

"No, my lord, no!"

Liang Qu ignored him and turned to go out.

The memorial on Red Mountain was for the Emperor to see, and this memorial was for the Bai family to see.

With the Bai family's power and means, if he sent it into the post station, it would be guaranteed to appear on the patriarch's desk in the blink of an eye. Usually, he definitely wouldn't be so rough, but time was tight, and copying one was already too late. Even if he really copied it, there was still wax on the letter, and forging it again would take time.

This is fishing with a straight hook.

Even if the Bai family is clear, it's impossible not to take the bait.

Lice don't itch when there are many, and debts don't worry when there are many. As for not being urgent, it's just normal mailing.

As for the content.

The Emperor who received the memorial knew it was a bluff, and the Bai family who saw the memorial also knew it was a bluff, but it worked.

Open cards!

The street was empty, even the cow and horse dung had been cleaned up early.

Red lanterns swayed and collided in the cold wind, tassels fluttering.

Three people, walking out with the momentum of a thousand troops!

At the end of the government office, Bai Bai Mingzhe led his confidants all out, exhaling deeply.

Liang Qu, second-class earl, fourth-rank Huai River General. This rank wasn't even higher than his, a full three ranks apart, far from being an imperial envoy, yet the other party had a special point.

A 22-year-old Perfected Form Grandmaster! No, now he is a 24-year-old Grandmaster!

The pressure of an imperial envoy having an accident was not as great as Liang Qu having an accident!

The night was dark.

The street was straight.

People looked far into the distance.

Just as they were approaching the hundred-zhang distance, thunder exploded in the sky!

Scorching, violent, and domineering firelight bloomed from Ice Mirror Mountain, illuminating the white snow. Dazzling, extreme strong light and Qi surged and collided, shaking the accumulated snow.

Rumble.

Vajra held up the sky, avalanches rolled, and a meteor burning with raging fire, carrying violence and destruction, fell from the top of the mountain!

"Liang family brat, I want you to pay with your life for my grandson!"

Endless anger and sorrow resounded through heaven and earth, shaking the snow dust to drift, and the curtain was raised!

Bai Bai Mingzhe's eyebrows twitched.

Liang Qu's gaze was stern.

Heavenly Grandmaster.

Bai Bai Chenfeng!

Since investigating the internal contradictions of the Bai family, the day Bai Bai Xingwen summoned the Snow Mountain master, and when he sprinkled the Great River, he had anticipated today's situation!

Yet—

"Well come!"

Simple and decisive!

Saving him from having more words!

Raging fire went straight, Liang Qu's heart fire suddenly rose. In just a split second, his entire body's Qi Sea, spirit, and flesh were all boiling.

Roar!

His muscles and bones stretched, like a tiger roaring in the forest, echoing the mountains. The family was luxurious, the disciples were extravagant, relying on the Great Shun while looking at the Snow Mountain. The Bai family's stubborn illness, the source of everything, was precisely this old patriarch who had let go of power for ten years!

Sweeping horizontally, Long Long Eying and Long Long Binglin understood, Liang Qu was not asking the two to help, but to stop Bai Bai Mingzhe and others from intervening.

Today.

He would come to be this surgical saint.

For the Bai family,

Scraping bone to treat poison! ===== CHAPTER 997 =====

Sweeping left and right, Long Long Eying and Long Long Binglin understood the intent immediately; Liang Qu was not asking the two gangs for help, but rather to block Bai Bai Mingzhe and his followers from intervening.

Today.

He would act as this surgical expert.

For the Bai family,

scraping the bone to remove the poison!