The spy sent by Su Lun quickly came to report that he could not find Song Ao anyway.

Su Lun felt that this matter was serious and specifically reported it to the end of Jiuchou.

Song Ao was the grandson of Song Heng, the great protector of the Dongcha clan. After Jiuchou saved him in the ruined temple, he kept him with him to teach him. Later, he went to the Medicine King Sect, and Song Ao stayed in the Shura Palace to learn skills.

This time, when he came to Zhaoting, Jiuchou finally sent him to inquire about the news about the Poison Immortal Sect in advance. At first, there was still information to be transmitted back, but later he was like a stone bull entering the sea and there was no news.

Something must have happened to him.

Zhong Jiuchou is still very concerned about this child.

After all, he is a descendant of the Dongcha clan's guardian. According to the clan rules, he is the next guardian.

"Send someone to investigate. You must find Song Ao. You must see someone alive and see the corpse when you die."

Su Lun felt his anxiety from Zhong Jiuchou's serious expression. Although Song Ao's child was not talkative, he was obedient and sensible, and was very loyal to the young master.

I don’t know why he took risks without listening to the instructions this time.

Su Lun continued with doubts and ordered people to go everywhere to find Song Ao immediately, but Song Ao was trapped in the backyard of Lihuazhuang by Ran Shaotang and could not even want to walk around.

"Soft gluten powder. Add the amount. Don't be futile. Stay well and listen to my instructions. No matter how you say I am your savior. Please help me get things done, I will give you an antidote. When you want to keep me, you still don't agree."

Ran Shaotang sat in the corridor with a small table next to it, with melon seeds, sour plums, apricots, and a pot of fragrant Pu'er. While eating sour plums leisurely, she trained Song Ao who was caught.

Song Ao glared at her, not saying that he should be grateful in front of his life-saving benefactor and lower his posture.

Ran Shaotang asked the secret guard who caught him: "Where did you catch this time?"

The secret guard replied: "Under the wall of the outer courtyard."

Ran Shaotang took a sip of tea and said, "This time I ran far. It seems that I am resistant. Add more doses later, so don't delay tomorrow's business."

Ran Shaotang asked the secret guard to escort Song Ao, who was silent.

Qin Xiaoyue asked in confusion: "Young Master, he is unwilling to speak, and it is useless to come tomorrow. Why bother to spend so much effort?"

Ran Shaotang stood up and took out a crossbow and shot the last pear on the pear tree.

"Give that pear to the boy who doesn't speak. Tomorrow, he will talk."

On the second day, the Immortal Alliance Conference organized by the Poison Immortal Sect was held in Zhaoyun Mountain as scheduled.

This famous mountain is towering into the clouds. Legend has it that there were once people who practice Taoism ascend to immortals on this mountain.

It has always been a tourist destination for Jiuzhou people.

The first sect leader of Zi Du Immortal Sect took a fancy to this mountain and established a sect on the mountain. Fewer and fewer people came to this mountain to visit.

There are always people who have disappeared for no reason, and the government cannot find any results. Later, some people said that there are monsters on the mountain, and monsters eat people. Most of the missing people who come to play are caught and suck blood and marrow and tear them. They are tearing them.

The rumors became more and more evil, and gradually extinguished the tourists' desire to come here to "see all the mountains at a glance".

Today, Zhaoyun Mountain, which had been quiet for a long time, became lively and noisy again after decades of time.

This Immortal Alliance Conference in Xinglin not only attracted Apricot doctors in Jiuzhou, but also attracted many martial arts people.

Several major sects specially sent people to make friends with famous sects in Xinglin.

After all, people who practice martial arts are often injured and poisoning happens. Knowing more doctors with excellent medical skills will only benefit but not harm your sect.

However, these people were politely blocked outside the gate of Zhaoyun Mountain.

All the disciples of the Poison Immortal Sect were all dressed in white clothes and stood on both sides of the mountain. There were ten people on their faces. They were covered with white robes and white scarfs. The mountain breeze blew over and blew the corners of the white clothes, making a sound, and they were like immortals.

Ran Shaotang looked at it from a distance and secretly scolded Qiu Wubing for being artificial.

He is obviously a wrong person, but he just wants to pretend to be a decent person and learn how to be elegant and elegant.

It is obviously more suitable to appear in black clothes, but it is a waste of pure white robe.

Ran Shaotang spit out the sage in his mouth and climbed up the last few mountain steps.

After those martial arts people were afraid of the supreme poisonous drug Black Water Deerbree of the Poison Immortal Sect, they did not dare to complain and did not force themselves to break through. They just stayed outside the mountain gate and talked with the doctors who came to attend the Immortal Alliance Conference.

An experienced sect had already heard of the stations of various sects in Xinglin at the foot of the mountain, and exchanged visits in advance and had contact in private.

Because Ran Shaotang did not use the banner of the Medicine King Sect, he was a corner overlooked by martial arts people.

When she handed the invitation, the disciple of the Poison Immortal Sect who answered the post twitched a few times.

Isn’t this the owner of the coffin shop next to his clinic? I heard that Erzi and Zhu Ba were both trapped in the jail by the coffin shop, but have not been retrieved yet.

The closed-door clinic is also related to this coffin shop. According to the rumors, the sect leader suffered a secret loss in the hands of this surname. He just kept secretly noticing, worried about affecting the Immortal Alliance Conference.

Now, how could he, a person who does a deadly business, have an invitation from the Poison Immortal Sect?

The gatekeeper opened it and saw that what Zhong Jiutang was holding was an invitation from the Medical Saint Sect.

The leader of the Medical Saint Sect is Sheng Chunqiu. He should be around fifty years old. If the person in front of him is older, he will be at most twenty years old.

Although the sect leader told him that he only read the invitation and did not recognize anyone, he still couldn't help asking: "Are you from the Medical Saint?"

"That's right." Ran Shaotang looked at the other party impatiently and asked, "Why, don't you say you can enter with an invitation? When did the rules be changed? You also need to verify who is from?"

Hearing that she was unhappy, another person in charge of checking the invitation came forward and said with a smile: "Don't be angry, my junior brother just didn't turn around for a while. He couldn't figure out how the boss of the Shoucai Store knew medical skills, so he came to the Immortal Alliance Conference to join in the fun."

His words seem to be relieved, but in fact they are sarcastic sarcasm.

Ran Shaotang saw that he was wearing white clothes, but his belly was so fat that it was so eye-catching that she was so stunning that she was wearing. She smiled and patted his shoulders, reminding him earnestly: "There are many things you can't figure out in this world. Most of the drowning people are watery. Maybe those who make poison may die from poison. Do you believe it?"

The big belly disciple sniffed his face and said, "Don't believe it."

Ran Shaotang nodded: "You will believe it." After that, he walked straight into the mountain gate.

Followed by her martial arts Wang Fu.

The big belly disciple wanted to stop him, but was pulled over by someone next to him and comforted him: "Don't pay attention to him, a coffin shop is unlucky."

"I understand, we don't be angry with such people. He regrets entering the mountain gate in a while. Hehe, hehe." His big belly touched the shoulder that was patted by Ran Shaotang, and he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"The sect leader originally intended to let the sects kill each other because of invitations. After all, the antidote for the Black Water Deerbian is hard to find in the world. However, for some reason, the sects are as calm as a stagnant pool. I really don't know what these sects are doing."
Chapter completed!