Chapter 95.5: The Secret Passage in the Study

Sangkun and Zhamuhe only hoped for this mission to succeed with a single blow, almost mobilizing all their main troops to gather outside the camp. Apart from the sentries on the outer perimeter, only a few scattered soldiers and women and children remained to guard the livestock and jewels. As Cheng Lingsu and the others were in a secluded part of the camp, no one noticed anything unusual there.

Before the words could fade away, before Cheng Lingsu could speak to refuse, Ouyang Ke suddenly blurred in form and rushed forward, closing in on her.

Cheng Lingsu retreated two steps in haste, flicked her hand, and silver needles shot out from between her fingers with speed.

Ouyang Ke let out an "ouch" and did not dodge or block. He gently twirled the folding fan in his hand. The silver needles struck exactly on the matte black surface of the fan, making a "ding" sound, immediately turning and flying away.

After shaking off the silver needles, the folding fan did not pause at all but flew towards Cheng Lingsu's head again.

Cheng Lingsu dodged to the side. The fierce wind brought by the fan bone was already pressing against her face, forcing her almost unable to breathe. In a critical moment, she twisted her slender waist and fell backward abruptly. The scattered strands of hair were swept up by the gale from the fan's edge, and several black hairs fell scattered down.

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Ke's arm seemed to have suddenly lost its bones. Clearly just a moment ago it was in front of her, but now it suddenly curved in the air and circled to her back, exactly passing through the bend of her waist, supporting her waist and pulling gently.

In the time between this move, like lightning flashing between flint and stone, until now that silver needle blocked by the folding fan and shaken off finally fell to the ground, making a barely audible light sound.

"You... let go..." Cheng Lingsu struggled hard. The red scorpion powder originally scattered on her clothes for self-defense, even if Ouyang Ke could force out the drug's effect later, it still couldn't withstand the burning pain of the red scorpion powder. But when she came, she was worried about meeting Tuolei, and unintentionally injured her clothes a bit, so she had covered it with a fox fur short cloak outside to block the drug power. Who would have thought she would encounter Ouyang Ke again...

Ouyang Ke only felt that the slender waist under the thick fox fur cloak was still slim and delicate, warm and soft, as if it could come out directly from the fur. The faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, which he had smelled before, made his heart flutter with delight. He exerted force with both arms to press down on her struggling, smiling lewdly: "Don't worry, even if your strike leaves no room for mercy, I won't bear to harm you."

Actually, although Cheng Lingsu's martial arts were far inferior to Ouyang Ke's, she wouldn't have fallen so easily in one move. The reason was that Ouyang Ke's arm appeared suddenly in an almost impossible position to strike, catching her off guard.

This move was the Spirit Snake Fist created by the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, inspired by the twisting body of snakes and painstakingly practiced. The arm's position when striking was agile like a snake, seemingly boneless yet with bones, surprising and unpredictable. Ouyang Feng certainly did not expect that this move he originally intended to use as a surprise in a fight between experts would not have appeared on the jianghu yet, and today it was used first by Ouyang Ke on a little girl, achieving great success, soft and fragrant, warm as jade, and immediately achieving miraculous success.

Suddenly, some noisy sounds seemed to come from the distant camp, with voices shouting, mixed with the clashing of blades and the clanking of iron armor, vaguely transmitted.

Those people spoke Mongolian, which Ouyang Ke did not understand, but Cheng Lingsu understood clearly. It was because the few people Tuolei had chopped when he ran out of the camp were discovered by the patrolling sentries, who then signaled each other to go to the camp for inspection.

Cheng Lingsu heard the inspection sound approaching them, her mind stirred. She was about to open her mouth to shout and lure them over, taking advantage of the crowd to slip away.

Who knew Ouyang Ke saw through her thoughts, withdrew his arm, lightly opened his thin lips, and the shallow smile on his mouth almost touched Cheng Lingsu's cheek: "Just these people won't be able to stop me."

Before the words finished, his figure had already rushed forward. At this time, the alarm horn in the camp had just blown, and the soldiers who had barely gathered into a team, seeing their two coming so swiftly, were about to shout to stop them loudly. But Ouyang Ke's speed was extremely fast. When the intercepting person just raised their knife, a white shadow had already flashed past from their side. At the moment of passing, Ouyang Ke took out one hand and flashed lightning-like, either pressing or pinning over the wrists and necks of those few people. Just as he was about to reach the camp gate, cries of misery sounded from behind.

By the time he reached outside the camp, no one dared to follow. Seeing Cheng Lingsu staring at his hand, Ouyang Ke couldn't help asking, "What happened?"

Cheng Lingsu moved her gaze from those jade-like slender fingers to his face: "Wanyan Honglie and Wang Han were at least allies, and those are Wang Han's soldiers under his account. Why bother to kill more people?"

Ouyang Ke didn't expect her to ask about this, and laughed freely: "As the young lord of the White Camel Mountain, if I don't give some lessons before leaving, wouldn't people think I'm fleeing with my tail between my legs?"

Seeing his jaw slightly lifted, with an arrogant expression, Cheng Lingsu snorted coldly and stopped speaking.

Using poison that has no antidote is the taboo of her master, the Poison Hand. Although the Poison Hand was named "Poison Hand" and used poison like a god, he actually had a merciful heart, especially after retiring to the temple in his later years, where he repeatedly warned his disciples: "Using poison to harm people is different from weapons or fists and feet; it won't immediately kill the opponent. If the other party repents and begs for mercy, or swears to change, or accidentally harms the wrong person, it can still be saved." Therefore, Cheng Lingsu used poison with clever thinking in mind. Even facing her several traitorous fellow disciples, she would be merciful at every step. Until the end, that candle dipped in seven-heart crabapple was only lit by their greed.

And the Western Poison Ouyang Feng, although he was also an expert in using poison, his purpose and methods were completely opposite.

But now he had the soft fragrant warm jade in hand, so he had no intention to delve into these. The girl in his arms had a flexible waist, not like those delicate women who were soft and boneless. There was still an intoxicating fragrance on her body, as if one was placed in a bouquet of flowers with rich fragrance, but the flower scent also had a faint trace of wine fragrance... Combined with the coy scolding hidden in the brows and eyes, it was truly intoxicating without wine.

He was about to joke a few more words, but suddenly realized that the clear and beautiful face in front of him seemed to sway slightly.

"Hmm?" Ouyang Ke narrowed his eyes, tilted his head to the side, and unconsciously furrowed his brows, as if noticing something was off with himself.

Cheng Lingsu's eyes brightened, her waist suddenly struggled fiercely, one hand blocking in front of the two, the other hand slashing towards the pulse of the hand that Ouyang Ke tightly held her waist with.

Ouyang Ke's mind was dizzy, as if drunk. Cheng Lingsu's counter to this move was clear in her mind, even the follow-up counter, but when it came to exerting strength, her hand inexplicably slowed by one beat. Moreover, as she moved, her foot staggered, and she broke free with one move, then countered by slashing towards his chest again.

"What's going on?" Ouyang Ke was unsteady on his feet, hit in the chest with a palm. Even though Cheng Lingsu didn't use much strength, he fell down in response, and the folding fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "pa". The world spun, dizzy, and the scene in front became blurry.

Cheng Lingsu had gotten free, reached into her bosom, and took out the two blue flowers she had hidden in her bosom earlier, waving them in front of his eyes.

"Impossible!" The blue flower buds shivered in the wind, seeming weak and almost unable to open their eyes. Ouyang Ke immediately recognized this as the strange flower he had seen Cheng Lingsu holding under the cliff earlier, and later seen planted by the bed in her tent, "This flower I checked beforehand, clearly no poison..."

Cheng Lingsu smiled slightly: "Good, I'll teach you a trick. Although my tent isn't a place with many people coming and going, there are always some who enter and exit. This flower is placed in my tent, so it's not good to accidentally harm someone. Therefore, if no one touches it, it's naturally non-poisonous. Unless..."

Ouyang Ke suddenly realized: "It's that wine..."

"Not too stupid." Cheng Lingsu laughed gaily, she brushed the scattered hair from the struggle behind her ear, and touched her slightly reddened forehead from the sun: "This flower has a rich fragrance, originally non-poisonous. Once mixed with wine, it becomes the true intoxicating scent."

Ouyang Ke had rolled in poisons since childhood and should have been well-prepared for strange flowers and herbs. But when he saw Cheng Lingsu take out this flower under the cliff, although he was alert at the time, later he immediately found no abnormality in the flower scent, and then after he secretly entered Cheng Lingsu's tent to personally inspect, confirming that although this flower was fragrant, it was indeed non-poisonous, he had a preconceived idea, and thus lost his vigilance.

This flower was planted by Cheng Lingsu using the method of cultivating the Taste of Elixir from the previous life, with a fragrance like strong wine, intoxicating in a subtle way. When Ouyang Ke was in Cheng Lingsu's tent, he had actually sniffed a trace of this fragrance, but relying on his profound internal energy, this bit of wine power wouldn't be able to get him drunk in the short term. If not for his earlier light and flirtatious thoughts, tightly hugging Cheng Lingsu without letting go, mistaking the flower fragrance Cheng Lingsu deliberately took out from her handkerchief as a daughter's scent, and smelling it without any guard, this Taste of Elixir grown in the desert wouldn't be as powerful as in the previous world, and he really couldn't deal with this young lord from the White Camel Mountain.

Being planted in this little woman's hand three times, Ouyang Ke, with unwillingness in his heart, couldn't stop the surging wine taste. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, the spirit he was forcing to maintain gradually dissipated, his alertness grew stronger, and his consciousness gradually became more and more uncontrollable and distant...

Just as he was burning with anxiety, he felt someone gently touch him in his arms, and a faint whisper came from his ear: "This Taste of Elixir is like drinking strong wine, but it won't harm life, just a little drunk is fine..."

Then a whistle sounded, the sound of hooves hitting the ground came from far to near, paused for a moment, then gradually went far...

The author has something to say: One has the Spirit Snake Fist with clever tricks one after another~ One has the Taste of Elixir with strange poisons scattered everywhere~ So, Ke Ke, fighting with Lingsu, in the end who won?