Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 14 The one who is really poisonous meets the one who is pretending to be poisonous

Chu Pingsheng strode into the Fushou Hall. Hou Tonghai and Liang Ziweng, who were sitting by the door, looked unhappy. They searched for this boy all afternoon around the palace. Their legs were almost broken and they didn't even see a shadow. Now it's time for dinner and he comes strolling in?
Wanyan Honglie laughed and said, "Mr. Chu, do you know that Liang Ziweng and Hou Tonghai have been looking for you all afternoon."

"Oh, I went shopping on the street in the afternoon and was not at the palace."

Chu Pingsheng didn't show any politeness and went straight to the empty seat on Wanyan Honglie's left and sat down.

Hou Tonghai was so angry that a blush appeared on his forehead: "Didn't you say you wanted to visit the palace?"

Chu Pingsheng smiled and said, "Can't I change my mind temporarily? I'm not a prisoner. Do I have to report to you wherever I go?"

Hou Tonghai was speechless. Wanyan Honglie asked him and Liang Ziwen to keep an eye on this kid, but Chu Pingsheng's official identity was that he was a guest of the Sixth Prince.

"Am I wrong? Sixth Prince?"

"Yeah."

What can Wanyan Honglie do? Tell the truth? All he could do was nod in agreement.

Chu Pingsheng looked at Master Lingzhi who was sitting diagonally across from him and said, "Great monk, do you want to tell me whether Hou Tonghai and Liang Ziwen deserve to have their legs broken when they come to me?"

This great lama from the Western Regions had a straightforward temperament and didn't know much about the ways of the world, but he actually nodded.

"Yes."

I do my job to the best of my ability.

I am loyal.

I call the palace my home.

I walked around in circles, wishing I could go into the princess's room and look for someone under the bed, but in the end I was told that I deserved it?
Liang Ziwen was so angry that he trembled while stroking his white hair, and pulled out a few more strands of his already few hair. His mouth twitched in pain, and he looked at Wanyan Honglie with a look of grievance, hoping that the Sixth Prince would make the decision for them.

"Hey, don't worry about these little things."

Wanyan Honglie comforted him with warm words, quickly changed the subject, and waved to the romantic young master on his right: "Mr. Chu, let me introduce to you. This is the young master of White Camel Villa, Mr. Ouyang, whom I invited from the Western Regions. He is looking for Regarding Wu Mu’s suicide note, I hope you two can cooperate sincerely and provide us with your fullest help.”

Chu Pingsheng glanced at Master Lingzhi and Peng Lianhu, and saw that they had calm faces. He must have told several people in the hall about the information related to Wu Mu's suicide note before he arrived.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will do my best to help Your Majesty obtain Wu Mu's suicide note." Ouyang Ke finished expressing his loyalty, glanced at Chu Pingsheng, cupped his fists and said, "Young Master Chu, I have long admired you."

"Master Ouyang."

Chu Pingsheng returned the gift.

"I heard that Mr. Chu showed his prowess in the ring yesterday and defeated several masters in a row. I admire him very much."

"Humph!"

Peng Lianhu snorted coldly, showing displeasure.

Although it was obvious to all that he and Master Lingzhi were defeated by Chu Pingsheng, the two of them were not convinced. Winning with a foreign substance like poison was not a hero.

Chu Pingsheng glanced at him coldly: "Are you not convinced?"

"I don't accept it." Peng Lianhu said: "If you have the guts, don't poison me. Let's compete again."

Ouyang Ke showed his folding fan: "So Mr. Chu is good at using poison?"

Chu Pingsheng said: "No, no, I am good at using medicine and poison."

Is there any difference between these two words?

Everyone present was confused, including the two people lying on the roof eavesdropping.

Huang Rong, who no longer dressed up as a beggar and regained her daughter's body, asked in a low voice: "Brother Jing, is there any difference between being good at using poison and being good at using poison?"

Guo Jing scratched his scalp: "I don't know much about reading, so I don't know the difference between these two words. Since Mr. Chu said that they are different, then he has his reason."

"What's his point? A dignified Song Dynasty person actually helped Wanyan Honglie find Wu Mu's suicide note. I think you and Taoist Wang were deceived by him." Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him angrily, feeling super helpless. This person she knew in Zhangjiakou Brother Jing is too easy to trust.

"Really? Why do I feel that things are not as simple as you see."

"Then tell me, what's the difference between him and those people?" "..."

Guo Jing couldn't answer.

Yesterday, he was able to move soon after taking the medicine. In the evening, when he saw the little red horse, he went outside the city to look for Brother Huang. Then he discovered that the little beggar who was chased all over the street by his boss for stealing buns was standing on the bow of the boat in a white dress. He was actually a beggar. A pretty, charming little girl.

After some confusion, the two returned to the inn, and Wang Chuyi returned to normal at nightfall and was able to move around freely.

They originally planned to go to Chu Pingsheng the next day to inquire about the whereabouts of Yang Tiexin and Mu Nianci. However, after asking the innkeeper, they learned that Chu Pingsheng was taken away by people from the palace last night and has not returned yet.

Guo Jing became anxious and believed that Chu Pingsheng had been arrested by Wanyan Honglie, so he discussed with Wang Chuyi to find a way to save Chu Pingsheng.

The three of them made some plans and decided to visit the palace at night and act according to the opportunity. So as soon as it got dark, Huang Rong and Guo Jing sneaked in secretly and followed the footsteps of brothers Sha Tongtian and Hou Tonghai to the Fushou Hall. They overheard Wanyan Honglie plotting against Wu Mu. About the suicide note.

"Daozhang Wang has been gone for so long, why is there no news?"

Huang Rong didn't answer the question. She suddenly touched his arm and whispered, "Brother Jing, there's something good to watch."

Guo Jing looked towards the Fushou Hall and saw the young master of White Camel Villa looking at Chu Pingsheng with a smile.

"Please give me some advice, Mr. Chu."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Chu Pingsheng replied calmly, got up and walked out of the hall.

"Rong'er, why did the two of them start fighting?"

Huang Rong said: "That Ouyang Ke should be the nephew of the old poisoner. I heard that Chu Pingsheng's poison skills are very powerful, so I must try his depth."

"Old poison?"

"Xidu Ouyang Feng, don't you know?"

Guo Jing shook his head. He was new to the world. How could he know this? The most powerful people in his impression were Qiu Chuji and Hei Feng Shuangsha, who were tied with his seven masters.

Huang Rong really wanted to give him some hard knowledge about today's martial arts, but she was afraid of missing the battle between Chu Pingsheng and Ouyang Ke, so she could only forcefully interrupt the topic, thinking that it wouldn't be too late to talk about it later.

At this time, Chu Pingsheng and Ouyang Ke had arrived in the courtyard, and Wanyan Honglie and Master Lingzhi also followed them out.

Ouyang Ke is the nephew of Ouyang Feng, a Western poisoner. Needless to say, he is good at using poison to detoxify. Chu Pingsheng's attempt to defeat Ouyang Ke with just his martial arts training is all nonsense.

Peng Lianhu, Master Lingzhi, Liang Ziweng and Hou Tonghai were either poisoned by Chu Pingsheng or were made angry by him. Now Ouyang Ke wants to compete with that kid for ranking, so why not gear up and wait? To see him make a fool of himself?

"Hmph, as long as Ouyang Ke defeats his poison power, you won't have to be afraid of him in the future." Sha Tongtian said bitterly.

Hou Tonghai also helped: "With his three-legged cat's ability to make light bodies, let's see if I don't fool him around."

"..."

In front of the stone steps, Ouyang Ke had already posed, holding a folding fan with his hand, a smile on his lips, his posture was calm and leisurely.

"Mr. Chu, how much older am I than you? You go first."

"Young master, you're welcome."

Seeing how good he was at pretending, Chu Pingsheng had a bad idea flashing through his mind.

"Wait a minute."

"what happened?"

"It's a bit boring for you and I to compete like this. Why don't we get some luck and spice it up? What do you think, young owner?"

Ouyang Ke shook the folding fan twice and closed it with a snap.

"What a great idea, but I don't know what kind of bonus Mr. Chu wants?"

(End of this chapter)