"Golden needle? Hu Qingniu, what do you mean? Do you and your wife still need to use this golden needle to treat us? Senior Brother Yu..." Seeing the twelve golden needles that Hu Qingniu showed, the middle-aged short man sneered and said disdainfully. He wanted to read the book, but when he turned to the Taoist Yu of the Beidou Sword Sect, he saw that his face was solemn, as if he was thinking about something. When he looked at Taoist Song of Wudang Sect, he also had the same expression, which made him feel a sudden sensation in his heart, and he thought to himself: "Is there anything strange about this golden needle?" He hurriedly asked the two of them.

However, before the two of them could answer, the needle bag in Hu Qingniu's hand had already reached Fang Zhixing's hand. He seemed to be remembering and guilty, saying to Hu Qingniu: "Where did you get this golden needle?"

"Where did you get it?" Hu Qingniu was slightly stunned when he heard the question, but looking at the Taoist robe on Fang Zhixing, he seemed to remember something and said, "Senior is a Quanzhen Sect? To be honest, the kid's golden needle was passed down from the master. When the master passed it to us, he once said that if there is danger, he could hold this needle to Zhongnan Mountain or Wudang Mountain for help. The Taoist was so virtuous that he could know the origin of this golden needle?"

"I know, of course I know!" Fang Zhixing said. The golden needle was from his hands, so he didn't know where he knew it. However, he was completely unaware of how the golden needle fell into Hu Qingniu's hands, so he asked Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu: "Who are your masters? Have you ever mentioned where you got the golden needle, and whether there is a needle or medical technique passed down?"

"Someone knows this golden needle?" Hu Qingniu and Wang Nangu were both happy and relaxed a lot when they heard this. Hu Qingniu said: "The younger master is a traveling doctor and has never appeared in the martial arts world, so it's better not to talk about it. As for the origin of this set of golden needles, Qingniu's master once mentioned some of them, saying that the master once helped a friend solve some problems and gave it to him by that friend. Could it be that the senior knows the master's friend?" He seemed unwilling to mention his master's origin, Hu Qingniu just briefly said it and asked Fang Zhixing in reverse.

This answer naturally cannot satisfy Fang Zhixing. He was about to ask again, but he heard a voice from the Huashan Sect: "Everyone is optimistic. The three demons of the Demon Sect first disturbed the discussions of the three sects. Now they sang and regarded Zhengqitang as a place to reminisce. It was obvious that they did not take Huashan Sect, Beidou Sword Sect and Wudang Sect seriously. If they were allowed to continue today, wouldn't it seem that my Huashan Sect was incompetent? Master, please order to kill this

Three Demons of the Demon Sect!" His words were righteous and passionate, which moved people to hear it. Many people in the Huashan Sect were originally frightened by Fang Zhixing's power to defeat the enemy with one move, and were unwilling to provoke such a master when the situation was not clear. When he heard these words, he couldn't help but suspicion: "Is this old Taoist also a group of Demon Sects? What he said just now was to make us relax our vigilance and then catch them all in one go. Senior Brother Xianyu really has to be careful!"

But when the head of the Huashan Sect heard Xian Yutong's request, he did not move for a moment. As the head of the sect, although his energy was declining, it was definitely not that he was unreasonable. Bai Yuan's death was strange. He had long been suspicious of his death. It was only because Xian Yutong was his disciple or his chosen son-in-law. However, today, people from the Beidou Sword Sect and the Wudang Sect expressed suspicion of Xian Yutong, and Wang Nangu even said directly who benefited the most after Bai Yuan's death, which made him feel more suspicious of Xian Yutong. At this time, he heard Xian Yutong's words that were obviously going to kill people to silence him, which made him feel even more certain. Thinking that the biggest scandal in the history of the Huashan Sect might have been exposed during his tenure, he suddenly became nervous and could hardly speak.

"Tong'er, be careful, this...what are you doing? Uh..." With suspicion in my heart, the head of the Huashan Sect was about to delay. Waiting for the truth to come out, but suddenly felt that his wrist tightened, and the pulse sect was already restrained. When he scolded him again, his neck was strangled and he couldn't speak for a while. Due to this change, the head of the Huashan Sect was both ashamed and angry. For a moment, the qi and blood attacked his heart and fainted, causing a huge uproar in the hall.

"Xian Yutong, do you want to kill the master? Why don't you let go of your master?" Everyone in the Huashan Sect was waiting for the command of the leader, but they didn't expect that such a change would happen. Seeing that the leader was suddenly suppressed by his disciple and son-in-law Xian Yutong, the chaos in their hearts could be imagined, and they couldn't figure out the reason for it for a moment. It was Taoist Yu of the Beidou Sword Sect who reacted the fastest, and first thought about the reason, and scolded Xian Yutong loudly.

"Let go? Humph, will you let me go if you let him go? Don't come over, otherwise the old guy will be in danger!" Seeing the smooth progress of his actions, Xian Yutong relaxed and sneered. As he said that, he raised the folding fan in his hand and said proudly: "Hu Qingniu, others don't know what is hidden in this folding fan, but you must know it, so as to remind them to avoid their rash actions. That would be bad for everyone!"

"What a sin, it turns out... it turns out that what she said is true. You did Bai Yuan's death. Tell me quickly!" Hearing this, the middle-aged short man from the Huashan Sect seemed to have figured out something and roared angrily.

"Hey, since Uncle Master knows, why should I ask again? Let's think about how to solve the current situation first?" Although he suppressed his master, Xian Yutong felt a little ashamed and did not want to say more about it. He said to everyone: "Everyone, I just want to go down the mountain safely, please make some convenience!"

"It's convenient, it's not convenient!" The middle-aged short man was even more furious when he heard this, and shouted, pulling out his waist knife with the tall middle-aged man next to him, and was about to rush forward. Xian Yutong's face suddenly changed, but in the hearts of the two, he still had a deeper impression of his past obedience, and naturally he didn't care about what he said.

"Stop!" Seeing the two of you pounced on you, Xian Yutong grabbed the head of Huashan Sect with his left hand, raised his right fan, and shouted: "If you two, don't blame me for turning against you. Hu Qingniu, aren't you knowledgeable? Why don't you tell them quickly!"

Seeing that Xian Yutong's face was not like joking, the middle-aged short and tall middle-aged man burst into tears, and he couldn't help but stop and looked at Hu Qingniu together. Taoist Master Yu from the Beidou Sword Sect asked on his behalf: "Mr. Hu, what is the secret in Xian Yutong's fan? Can you solve my doubts?"

Hu Qingniu saw Xian Yutong suddenly take action, and when he saw Xian Yutong threatening the fan several times, he seemed to think of something. At this time, he heard Taoist Yu ask questions, and seemed to be angry, guilty, sad, and nostalgic. With a crying voice, he gritted his teeth and said, "Gold, silkworm, Gu, poison, what he hides in his fan is the Golden Silkworm Gu poison!" (To be continued.)

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