Chapter 23 Ten Trigrams

The other party is covered with a piece of rag on his face. He can't see clearly, but he can feel the malicious smile behind the rag.

Pan Hongsheng had no choice but to use his own martial arts to deal with each other.

Although the other party's internal strength is not very strong, as far as Pan Hongsheng is concerned, he is an invincible opponent!

All the internal gas is stagnant. His punches and kicks are ordinary moves, and hitting the other party's body with abundant internal energy can't cause any damage at all.

But the other party took the initiative everywhere, forcing him to a dead corner little by little!

Oh no, if it's like this... it will really die!

Pan Hongsheng had to adopt avoidance tactics when he was on the verge of extinction and use his only little machine power to consume the other party's internal energy.

After swinging several times, the other party immediately realized his intention and shook his body with a sneer...

Pan Hongsheng didn't have time to react, and his body suffered a heavy blow!

The other party's blow directly made his body fly up, and his chest was hot and painful!

A stream of warm things surged up.

The smell of blood stimulated his fighting spirit, and the originally dry internal qi suddenly recovered a little.

When he stood up again, Pan Hongsheng was already different from just now.

"Huh! Who would have thought that the famous Pan Hongsheng would be killed by a small role like me? I will be famous! Ha ha!" The assassin was extremely excited, dancing like a monkey, and did not notice that death had come quietly...

"Puff!"

Suddenly he was stunned.

Because one hand went straight through his chest, his heart fluttered a few times in Pan Hongsheng's left palm, and then completely lost his power.

"What's wrong with this... What's wrong with this... I..." The assassin's whole body trembled and his eyes didn't move.

Pan Hongsheng suddenly pulled back his bloody hand: "Who do you think you are?"

"Brother Sheng! Brother Sheng!" Zhang Bowen and others came by car and gasped: "Where have you been? Why did you suddenly leave us there?"

"You're just here. Come with me..." Pan Hongsheng didn't say a word, but only heard a scream!

That sound... came from the seaside!

Pan Hongsheng didn't have time to think too much, and ran to the front again. Zhang Bowen and others, who had just followed him, were stunned for a moment and followed.

The golden sand has turned blood red.

The kind and kind old man has fallen into a pool of blood.

"Who the fuck did this?" Pan Hongsheng punched fiercely and smashed the rocks around him!

"Brother Sheng... Look over there..." Zhang Bowen was scared by his angry posture and pointed to the ground.

Shirley also squatted down and said, "Huh? Are there words on the ground? Orian...Who is Orian?"

"Olian! Is he really here?" Pan Hongsheng gritted his teeth and looked at Zhang Bowen with an ignorant face and clenched his fists: Well, whether you are a ghost or a god or a ghost, as long as you violate my principles, I will beat you to the bottom of hell!

There is no trace of the curse on Zhang Bowen's body for the time being. As the old man described before, all medical measures do not work, and the existence of the curse cannot be detected.

Everything seems to have returned to calm, nothing seems to have happened, and all traces of Orion have disappeared.

But Pan Hongsheng knew in his heart that the other party was waiting, waiting for the curse to attack!

If you don't occasionally meet the old man, and the old man accidentally finds himself cursed, he may die in confusion and ignorance.

Thinking of the tragic death of Lie Feng, he couldn't help shivering.

Although all medical means did not work, he still tried in vain... All kinds of hospitals, traditional Chinese medicine, and even those mixed qigong masters, he took Zhang Bowen to visit one by one.

"Brother Sheng, what's the matter? What's wrong with me? What the hell do you want to do?" After another futility, Zhang Bowen, who didn't know it, finally asked, "What's wrong with me?"

"There are some things that are much better than knowing..." Pan Hongsheng did not dare to look into the eyes of this good buddy. Thinking that he dragged him to dinner at that time, who would have thought that he and Zhang Bowen would be cursed the most resentful curse?

The power of the curse is unprecedented.

Didn't you be called Xuanyuan's bloodline by some people? Is it invulnerable? Fart!

It's okay to think that I was hit by the double curse of the Black Fire Master, safe and sound, and the curse of Jiuju, but why didn't I have any defensive ability this time?

When eating in the hotel, Pan Hongsheng was worried, but Zhang Bowen still ate meat and drank a lot, and he was not stingy.

According to him, even if he has a terminal illness, he has to live happily every day, and he must not lose himself.

Pan Hongsheng is not so open-minded. He experimented with silver needles one by one before eating, knowing how to ensure safety before eating.

To be honest, if it wasn't too troublesome, he would have wanted to take his own chef and kitchen with him when he went out to seek medical treatment.

They deliberately chose the hotel casually and ordered ready-made dishes, so that even if they were targeted by the other party, they had no time to do anything.

Pan Hongsheng can hardly eat a bite. Thinking that one day his good buddy will be like that Liefeng, his whole body will be ulcerated and he can't even leave any bones, and he will have no appetite.

"Divination, five yuan per person! Knowing the fate, explore the truth..." While hesitating, he suddenly heard someone shouting in the hall.

"You're here, don't move." Pan Hongsheng has now become extremely careful, and he dares not use the food that leaves his sight again.

He opened the door of the private room and saw a Taoist-like man in the hall. He looked like a forties, and his Taoist uniform was dirty and broken.

"Bastard! Who let you in!" The hotel lobby manager was furious: "Get out of here! Or I'll throw you out! Security guard, where's the security guard?"

The security guard who squatted in the corner to smoke immediately rushed out, pushed and kicked, and kicked the old man out.

Lao Dao didn't seem to care, so he picked up his flag and left.

"Hide!" Pan Hongsheng stopped him. He felt that the man was pitiful, so he took a hundred yuan and handed it over: "Taoist priest, please accept it."

"I'm not a beggar!" Lao Dao was a little unhappy: "We eat by handiwork. Why do we charge you for nothing? Well, I'll calculate the 20 gossips for you!"

Ten hexagrams... Pan Hongsheng smiled. One hexagram was five yuan, and twenty hexagrams were exactly 100 yuan. This old Taoist priest's mind turned quickly.

"Okay, okay..." Pan Hongsheng was upset at this time and had to stretch out his hand to take care of the other party's face.

"I don't look at the palm!" Lao Dao shook his head and said, "I'm counting ten gossips for you, which is different from ordinary gossip!"

Ten hexagrams? It's not that Pan Hongsheng doesn't know. I remember that the old man once said that the gossip was originally ten hexagrams, and he knew the world. Later, Zhou Wenwang felt that this was a little leaking the secrets, so he cut off the two hexagrams.

There is no doubt that King Wen of Zhou is a smart man and knows the truth of modesty.

"So you want to calculate the ten hexagrams for me twice?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't help laughing: This old man wants face and loves money.

"No! Aren't you two?" Lao Dao frowned slightly: "Do you still have a companion in your private room?"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned: How did he know? When Zhang Bowen and I came, he didn't show up at all... Just now, the door was always closed. Even if I was glanced at by him when I opened the door and came out, it was impossible to see the situation in the room from the other party's perspective.

While hesitating, he saw that the other party had raised the flag in his hand and read a word in his mouth...

Lao Dao sprinkled a circle around Pan Hongsheng with the powder in the small gourd.

Those powders are golden, shiny, and disappear immediately after a circle around the city.

Lao Dao wrote a few words in his palm and took a cold breath: "You are Xuanyuan's blood!"

"Ah?" Pan Hongsheng opened his mouth: Why did this guy say that... He sneered, "What Xuanyuan bloodline, uncle, let me tell you frankly, I was cursed before, and this friend in me was also cursed..."

"No! Xuanyuan's blood will never be eroded by any poison!" Lao Dao said firmly, "Why was the authentic blood of China inviolable in those years? That's because they live in a treasure place and have been taking all kinds of herbs and foods with anti-toxic effects for hundreds of years, unconsciously forming an innate resistance!"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned. For a long time, many people have just said that Xuanyuan's bloodline is absolutely invulnerable, but they can't tell a truth, and this old man obviously knows more.

He quickly leaned on one side: "Uncle, it's cold outside. Please come in for a glass of wine and eat something."

Ten minutes later, he slightly regretted this sentence.

Because the old Taoist priest seems to have not eaten for a year, he has eaten all the food on the table, and the empty bowls and empty plates are stacked in layers.

"Waiter... Could you please have a few more bowls of rice and four more dishes..." Pan Hongsheng was a little embarrassed. The waiters in their private room were almost tired.

"I'm sorry..." The waiter's face was full of apology: "The ingredients in our restaurant are... exhausted... Only the special meat pie is left..."

"Then let's have ten small meat pies!" Lao Dao wiped his mouth full of oil and smiled at Zhang Bowen, who was stunned beside him: "Kid, your appetite is also good, but if you want to compare your appetite with me, it's still too tender!"

Just now, Zhang Bowen really wanted to be with him, but he soon lost.

This old Taoist priest is simply a food processing machine. All kinds of meat, vegetables and pasta disappeared to his lips in an instant, as if he didn't see him chewing.

"Master... Have you eaten almost?" Pan Hongsheng couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to wait for the other party to have enough wine and food before talking about it, but this situation is really far away.

"Well, say it!" The Taoist priest licked the last plate and nodded repeatedly: "I'm listening! I'm very conscious when I eat!"

Pan Hongsheng couldn't laugh or cry: "Taoist priest, did you just say that Xuanyuan's blood is invulnerable because his predecessors lived in a feng shui treasure and took food containing antitoxins for a long time? But is it possible that the poison in me this time is the kind of antitoxin that can't be solved?

"Impossible!" Lao Dao's mouth became serious: "Do you know what the ancestors of the Xuanyuan clan took? That's the immortal fruit that is now known as priceless! That kind of thing can only grow in the climate thousands of years ago, and modern people can't see it at all! That kind of thing is completely resistant to all harmful poisons and poisons! But everything used to harm people is inseparable from the word poison, and the most important thing is poison. All forms and kinds of poisons are not the opponents of Dengxianguo!"

Pan Hongsheng nodded. What the other party said was a little mysterious, but it seemed to make sense.

"Brother Sheng, this is not a liar, is it?" When he came out to pee during the banquet, Zhang Bowen asked softly, "Why do I think he is a big fool? When he speaks, he feels unreliable!"

"Some things cannot be measured by ordinary values. Whether he is a liar or pretending to be a ghost, at least the explanation of the inviolability of Xuanyuan's bloodline is relatively perfect." Pan Hongsheng pulled up the zipper: "Was he still there when you left the table just now?"

"Yes, this old guy seems to refuse to come. It seems that he won't stop if he doesn't empty this hotel!" Zhang Bowen covered his stomach and sighed, "I, a big eater, was defeated by him! Really... it's faceless! Oh, I have a stomachache, I'm going to shit..."

Pan Hongsheng shook his head, washed his hands and was ready to go out, but he heard Zhang Bowen scream.

"What's the matter?"

Zhang Bowen squatted there pitifully: "Fuch, there is no toilet paper here. Brother Sheng will send me some later!"

"En!" Pan Hongsheng was upset at this time and turned around and went out.

There is nothing on the table, not even napkins.

"Hey, your friend left first," the waiter in the private room looked tired: "Hello, sir, it's a total of 3,840 yuan."

"Ah?" Although Pan Hongsheng doesn't care much about money, he is a little surprised that he can consume such a number in such a low-end restaurant.

"Credit card or cash?" The waiter looks very sophisticated, because few people carry this amount of cash with them.

After paying the account, Pan Hongsheng quickly trotted out of the restaurant to look for it.

But the old way is deep and deep, like evaporation in the world.

"What a liar, are you really a liar?" Pan Hongsheng shook his head: It's impossible... Will the swindler know so much?

How did he know that I was Xuanyuan's bloodline? How do you know that we are two people? The more Pan Hongsheng thinks about it, the more she feels that something is wrong. What's the reason for the other party to leave without saying goodbye?

Suddenly he felt something flashing behind him...

The corners of his mouth raised gently: "Friends in the back, why do you dodge? Since you came to me, come out!"

"Huh! Looking for death!" The stalker appeared in front of him in an instant, and his clothes were like rotten strips of cloth, revealing a pair of hazy eyes.

Pan Hongsheng slowly lit a cigarette: "You finally appeared. I'm wondering why I haven't seen these days, but it's a pity that you don't have any chance now!"

Pan Hongsheng! I'm just here to send you a message! Lord Orion doesn't want you to die in vain, so..."

"If you touch the people around me, how dare you negotiate with me?" Pan Hongsheng interrupted him and said, "Lord Orion, I will abolish him sooner or later!" If you are sensful, quickly hand over the antidote to the curse!"

"Hahaha...hahahaha..." This sentence caused the assassin to laugh hysterically. The laughter made the birds fly around in the woods, and one of them hit the tree trunk directly and fell down!

"Is it funny?" Pan Hongsheng clenched his fist, and he was not afraid of any opponent at all after regaining all his strength!

The assassin stretched out one hand and swayed twice: "I said I didn't come to fight with you, haha... But what you just said was so interesting. Do you think... Is there an antidote to Lord Orion's curse?"

Pan Hongsheng was stunned: Yes! It can actually penetrate Xuanyuan's bloodline, which shows that his curse is out of the category of poison! Compared with Jiuju, the curse of black fire is a more powerful kind of energy!

"You don't know the horror of Lord Orion at all, but you are so arrogant that you want to fight with him?" The assassin finally stopped laughing: "Any person and thing that confronts Lord Orian will die!" Liefeng is a good example! Do you want to see your friends die like Liefeng?

This sentence touched Pan Hongsheng's heart, and his anger was suddenly stimulated: "Maybe I can let you try it first?"