Gu Long's World: Starting with the Legend of Chu Liuxiang

Chapter 151 Luring the Tiger Away from the Mountain

When Lu Xiaofeng saw Jiang Fengyue take out the red satin, he was also amazed. He took the red satin, examined it carefully, and confirmed that it was indeed the one left behind by the Embroidery Thief during his crime.

He murmured, "Did you get this satin from Sikong Zhaixing?"

Jiang Fengyue smiled and said, "That's right, I took the red satin back when he walked past me just now."

Lu Xiaofeng said with a wry smile, "It seems that my eyes have been blinded by the Embroidery Thief. I can't even see this red satin being passed around between the two of you."

Xue Bing's expression was also not good. She said, "But wasn't this red satin originally intended for Sikong Zhaixing to steal?"

Jiang Fengyue sighed. He knew that Xue Bing had already conspired with Sikong Zhaixing to use a diversionary tactic to send the red satin away.

He sighed, "Sikong Zhaixing failed once, does that mean he won't try a second time?"

Before he could finish speaking, a man stood at the door. It was Sikong Zhaixing, whose face was dark. He had been a thief for so many years and had never failed once. He never expected to be caught by someone else today.

Lu Xiaofeng smiled slightly and said, "What are you doing back here again?"

Sikong Zhaixing walked to the wine pot, poured himself another cup of wine, and said with a bitter expression, "I haven't had enough wine yet."

He drank three more cups, his expression complex as he looked at Jiang Fengyue and said, "Now I realize that not only do you have exceptional eyesight and a mysterious background, but even your martial arts skills are top-notch."

Jiang Fengyue smiled faintly and said, "I dare not accept such praise. It was just a fluke. Using such skills in front of you is like showing off your axe in front of Guan Yu."

Sikong Zhaixing snorted coldly, but there was a smug smile in the corner of his eye. This time, when he walked towards the door, he took a long detour, just to get away from Jiang Fengyue.

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head helplessly and sighed. In the end, the piece of red satin fell into Sikong Zhaixing's hands.

Jiang Fengyue said, "It's nothing. You originally wanted to hand the red satin to him anyway. Whether the red satin was stolen or not is not important. It's not difficult for Sikong Zhaixing. The difficulty is how he can move the red satin out without you tracking him down."

Xue Bing said, "Now that the goods are in his hands, he will naturally find a way to deliver them."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and said, "That's why I'm going to keep him company."

Just then, a scream suddenly came from the next room. Lu Xiaofeng's expression changed. He recognized the voice as that of Sikong Zhaixing.

Jiang Fengyue and Lu Xiaofeng rushed over at top speed. Lu Xiaofeng kicked open the door and saw Sikong Zhaixing curled up on the bed with a deathly pale face.

Both of them smelled a very peculiar fragrance that filled Sikong Zhaixing's room. Lu Xiaofeng noticed the wine cup that had fallen beside Sikong Zhaixing's bed and the wine pot on the table.

He picked up the wine pot and sniffed it, then walked to the bedside, picked up the wine cup and sniffed it again, frowning as he said, "The wine isn't poisoned; the poison is in the cup!"

Jiang Fengyue carefully examined the scent. It was similar to a certain poison, but it wasn't poison at all; it was just a spice that had been specially prepared to give it that smell.

This might fool Lu Xiaofeng, but Jiang Fengyue, who is an expert in poisons, would easily spot the flaw.

In "The Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers," medical skills, disguise, and martial arts are secondary; the most powerful skill is poisoning. Therefore, Jiang Fengyue has the ability to distinguish almost all poisons in the world.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned deeply. He still believed that someone else had come to Sikong Zhaixing's room and poisoned the wine cup while Sikong Zhaixing was eavesdropping on their conversation on the roof.

He looked at Sikong Zhaixing, who seemed to be on the verge of being poisoned, and felt extremely anxious. He stamped his foot and said, "You're usually a very careful person, how could you make such a mistake in this matter?"

Sikong Zhaixing gritted his teeth, his breathing rapid, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out three words: "Qixia Nunnery!"

Lu Xiaofeng asked, "Where can I find someone who can cure your poison? Do you want me to take you there?"

Sikong Zhaixing struggled and nodded repeatedly, saying, "Quickly—quickly—"

Just as Lu Xiaofeng was about to pick up Sikong Zhaixing, Jiang Fengyue rushed over and waved his hand.

Just as Lu Xiaofeng was about to ask a question, Jiang Fengyue began to circulate her internal energy, as if she were to detoxify Sikong Zhaixing.

Jiang Fengyue said, "Brother Lu, don't forget my ability to save people. If we were to send him to that Qixia Nunnery, he would probably die on the way."

Lu Xiaofeng said in a deep voice, "Alright, I believe you."

Sikong Zhaixing panicked instantly, dodging repeatedly as if he didn't want Jiang Fengyue to channel her internal energy to detoxify him. He knew that once Jiang Fengyue detected his physical condition, his plan would be exposed. So he kept repeating those three words: "Qixia Nunnery—Qixia Nunnery—"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly. He thought that Sikong Zhaixing didn't trust Jiang Fengyue, which was reasonable. How could Sikong Zhaixing entrust his life to Jiang Fengyue when he had only met her a few times?

Jiang Fengyue sighed, "Since Brother Sikong cannot help me detoxify, I have no choice but to send him to Qixia Nunnery."

Lu Xiaofeng nodded, picked up Sikong Zhaixing, and said, "Okay, let's go find Xue Bing and take you there together."

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When they rushed back to the original room to look for Xue Bing, she had already disappeared.

Xue Bing's half-finished glass of wine was still on the table, but the plate that originally held braised beef now had a severed hand on it—Sun Zhong's severed hand!

Jiang Fengyue knew that Xue Bing had gone to deliver the red satin on behalf of Sikong Zhaixing, and the severed hand in the plate was just something she was preparing to take back to the Red Shoes organization to report.

Lu Xiaofeng thought that Sun Zhong had found help to kidnap Xue Bing again, but he knew that Xue Bing was not an easy person to deal with, and they hadn't heard any noise from next door just now.

He couldn't think about it any further. His biggest worry now was the safety of Sikong Zhaixing, whose limbs were already somewhat stiff.

They leaped out of the window. Luckily, the carriage was still there when they arrived. Lu Xiaofeng jumped into the carriage, and Jiang Fengyue went to call the driver for him.

The coachman realized this was a matter of life and death, and he cracked his whip rapidly.

Inside the carriage, Lu Xiaofeng tightly gripped Sikong Zhaixing's cold hand, murmuring, "You absolutely cannot die. You weren't exactly a good person, how could you possibly die young?"

The journey to Qixia Temple was not short at all. Apart from the time for meals and feeding the horses, the coachman spent the rest of the time driving the horses at full speed, and it still took two days.

Jiang Fengyue couldn't help but admire Sikong Zhaixing's acting skills. He pretended to be half-dead all the way to Qixia Nunnery before stopping.