#190 - This is my way

Evening.

Outside the prosperous Wanzhi Inn in Rouge City.

The disciples of the Joyful Union Sect had already gathered, sitting at the noodle stalls and small wine stalls outside the inn, occasionally looking towards the Wanzhi Inn.

"Young Master, why haven't the people from the Joyful Union Sect made a move yet?" the old servant asked Ji Wuming, looking somewhat impatient.

Mo Zhu'er was a woman in the top ten of the Red Beauty List, and even more so, a high and mighty Holy Maiden.

If Mo Zhu'er was really captured, and I could share a night of passion with her, even if I was behind the dogs, I would be satisfied.

"What's the rush?"

Ji Wuming yawned and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Although the Joyful Union Sect is cooperating with me, no matter what, the person the Joyful Union Sect is trying to kill is our Black Lotus Church's Holy Maiden. For the Black Lotus Church, this is a matter of great shame.

And the Joyful Union Sect is just a small sect. In order to maintain their reputation, the Black Lotus Church will definitely seek revenge on the Joyful Union Sect.

In the end, the Joyful Union Sect will become a sacrifice in the power struggles between the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens of the Black Lotus Church.

Cui Renwang of the Joyful Union Sect is not a fool. He naturally knows the stakes involved, so he has to make sure everything is airtight, at least so that the Black Lotus Church can't find out that the Joyful Union Sect was behind it.

When the time comes, I'll say a few words on behalf of the Joyful Union Sect in the Black Lotus Church, and even if everyone knows the truth, they won't expose it, and the matter will truly be over."

"I see," the old servant nodded. "So everything is within your expectations, Young Master."

Ji Wuming took out a fan and opened it with a "snap," fanning himself: "Nothing is ever truly within my expectations. I just think a little more than others.

In my position, if I don't think ahead, it's easier to die.

In short, let's wait until tonight.

It seems that the Joyful Union Sect's poison is administered in two doses. The second dose will be given tonight, and only then will it take full effect."

"We are already surrounded."

Just now, Mo Zhu'er opened the window and leaned on the windowsill, looking at the street scene for a full incense stick's worth of time.

Mo Zhu'er seemed to be leaning on the windowsill, looking around casually, but in reality, Mo Zhu'er had already roughly identified the disciples of the Joyful Union Sect.

From what Mo Zhu'er saw, there were about seventy people scattered in various corners outside the inn.

"That's normal," Xu Ming was still closing his eyes to rest, regulating the spiritual energy and martial artist's true qi in his body. "If I'm not mistaken, the Joyful Union Sect will poison us again tonight. The two doses of poison are administered separately, making it difficult for others to detect, but when combined, they will take effect. At that time, the Joyful Union Sect will make their move."

Mo Zhu'er blinked at Xu Ming: "How do you know so much?"

Xu Ming slowly opened his eyes and looked at Mo Zhu'er as if she were an idiot: "When you feel like you don't know enough, you need to read more books. Many things are recorded in books."

When Xu Ming was in Wudu, whether it was in the Xu State Manor, the Blood Floating Pagoda, or the Imperial Palace, he would often read books, especially when Xu Ming was about to travel the world. He stayed in the book tower of the Wu Kingdom's Imperial Palace for a long time.

It was both to increase attribute points and to avoid being tricked too much when traveling the world.

And those books in the Wu Kingdom's Imperial Palace that were not for external circulation not only recorded all kinds of secret affairs of the sects, but also recorded some of the sects' methods, which were really quite useful.

"." Looking at Xu Ming's contemptuous gaze, Mo Zhu'er's chest heaved violently, feeling a tickle in her little feet, and wanting to kick Xu Ming.

Why is this man so annoying?

"Then what should we do now?" Mo Zhu'er's breathing slowly calmed down, and she smiled.

"Didn't you say that if I listened to you, we would be able to leave safely? Now you're asking me instead?" Xu Ming said calmly.

"Originally, I was very confident in myself, but seeing that you, Young Master, actually know so much, then naturally everything is left to you, Young Master ~"

"No, I'm still waiting for you to lead me to escape. Good luck," Xu Ming closed his eyes again.

"What is 'good luck'?" In these days, Mo Zhu'er found that Xu Ming sometimes said words that she didn't understand.

"It means I want you to work hard," Xu Ming explained.

Mo Zhu'er: "."

"Pa!"

A sound rang out on the table in front of Xu Ming.

Xu Ming opened his eyes again and saw Mo Zhu'er slapping two small straw figures on the table.

"What are these?"

Xu Ming looked curiously at the small straw figures on the table.

"Hmph hmph ~" Mo Zhu'er showed a smug expression.

Since being with Xu Ming, Mo Zhu'er had felt a sense of superiority for the first time, and it felt great!

"Inject spiritual energy into one of these straw figures and see," Mo Zhu'er said eagerly.

Xu Ming thought about it, worried that after he injected spiritual energy, Mo Zhu'er would use the straw figure to curse him.

But Xu Ming thought about it carefully and felt that the possibility was very small.

Even if it was a Yin-Yang School cultivator, if they wanted to curse someone, they would need a person's essence blood and know their birthdate. It was impossible to curse someone just by injecting spiritual energy.

Xu Ming injected a wisp of spiritual energy into the straw figure.

Mo Zhu'er also injected spiritual energy into the other straw figure.

Mo Zhu'er placed the two straw figures on her lap, put her hands together, and chanted a spell.

The next moment, the two straw figures actually moved.

The two straw figures stood on Mo Zhu'er's smooth, fair thighs.

Then, the straw figures jumped off Mo Zhu'er's thighs from either side and landed on the ground.

Shen Sheng Sheng squatted in front of the two straw figures, poking them with her fingers.

The two straw figures gradually grew larger, and their shapes gradually changed.

Shen Sheng Sheng was startled and quickly jumped away.

When the two straw figures stopped changing, the straw figures became two large straw figures, and their sizes were almost identical to Xu Ming and Mo Zhu'er.

"It's not over yet."

Mo Zhu'er walked forward triumphantly and took out hundreds of sheets of Xuan paper from her sleeves.

These Xuan papers covered every part of the straw figures.

Mo Zhu'er then took out a writing brush and drove it with magic.

The writing brush kept painting on the two straw figures like a printer.

Finally, when everything was formed, the two straw figures completely turned into the appearance of Xu Ming and Mo Zhu'er.

Mo Zhu'er used the same technique to create Shen Sheng Sheng's straw figure.

Shen Sheng Sheng looked at the straw figure that was as tall as her and poked it here and there with her hands.

Mo Zhu'er clapped her hands with a smile, and the three straw figures moved hand in hand, very lifelike.

Mo Zhu'er sat on the bed, her two fair legs intertwined, and the corners of her mouth curled up:

"This is my plan."