The middle-aged man frowned, but he didn't kill the frog. His eyes fell on Tang San: "Little San, is this your friend?"
"Yes, Uncle Gang." Tang San's tone was more respectful, because the person sitting was called Tang Zhenggang. In terms of seniority, he was also Tang San's martial uncle, and Tang Zhenggang was a direct descendant of the Tangmen.
"Young man, sit." Tang Zhenggang said to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang didn't stand on ceremony, and casually sat opposite Tang Zhenggang.
Tang San was a junior, so he was naturally embarrassed to sit in front of Tang Zhenggang.
After sitting down, Tang Zhenggang didn't let anyone pour tea for Qin Lang, but Qin Lang asked: "So, it was you who injured my son?"
"Son? Oh, so the person who wanted to assassinate me that day was your son. " Qin Lang nodded lightly, "If your son really wanted to assassinate me that day, then the person who injured him should be me."
"With your cultivation, you shouldn't have been able to hurt him." Tang Zhenggang said, "Young man, revenge breeds revenge, when will it end? My son is now poisoned, I believe you should have the antidote."
"I have the antidote." Qin Lang nodded.
"Then where is the antidote?" Tang Zhenggang asked.
"With me." Qin Lang said.
"Then, please leave the antidote." Tang Zhenggang said.
"Leaving the antidote is fine, but there has to be an explanation." Qin Lang said calmly. Even in the face of the Tangmen, Qin Lang didn't flinch at all.
"Young man, what explanation do you want?" Tang Zhenggang said with a frown.
Qin Lang didn't answer immediately, but picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and said self-deprecatingly: "No one poured tea, so I can only drink it myself."
"Young man, do you dare to drink the tea brewed by the Tangmen?" Tang Zhenggang's words seemed to imply something.
Even Tang San winked at Qin Lang: the Tangmen were proficient in poisoning, this was a well-known fact in Jianghu. Therefore, even if the Tangmen invited people to drink tea, no one would dare to drink it. Who was not afraid of being poisoned?
Qin Lang didn't hesitate, nor did he answer Tang Zhenggang's question. Instead, he directly drank the tea in front of him and said: "This tea is not good, but it is very tasty."
Tang Zhenggang's eyes flashed a few traces of appreciation, and he nodded slightly: "It's not many young people with courage. Young man, what is your name?"
It wasn't until Qin Lang drank this cup of tea that Tang Zhenggang truly regarded Qin Lang as someone important, so he took the initiative to ask for Qin Lang's name.
"My name is Qin Lang," Qin Lang said calmly, "The tea is not poisonous. I didn't expect the Tangmen to be good at making tea."
"The Tangmen are not only good at using hidden weapons and killing people," Tang Zhenggang said calmly. "Since the tea has been drunk, may I ask young sir about the antidote?"
"I can give you the antidote. But I'm afraid it's too easy to exchange a cup of tea for my antidote. " Since Tang Zhenggang liked to put on airs, Qin Lang accompanied him to put on airs. Anyway, it would not be Qin Lang who would die of the poison, but Tang Zhenggang's son.
"You have to know that the tea of our Tangmen is not so easy to drink." Tang Zhenggang frowned and said, "Besides, you should know that I have given you face by letting you drink this cup of tea today."
"Given me face?" Qin Lang's tone became a little cold. "If this is considered giving me face, then the Tangmen's face, or your face, is too big!"
"The Tangmen have always had a great reputation!" Tang Zhenggang suddenly stood up and glanced out of the window. Then, a cold light flew out of his fingertips. With a whoosh, the frog that was still making noise outside was finally silenced.
The surroundings seemed to have quietened down.
Tang Zhenggang snorted, "Young man, you must be a member of the pugilistic world. I believe that your master must have told you that we, the Tangmen, are not to be trifled with!"
"The Tangmen's hidden weapon skills are pretty good. However, killing a frog is not enough to scare me. Poison slaves, attack! "
As soon as Qin Lang's words left his mouth, Feng Kui, who was originally like a dead piece of wood, suddenly moved. His entire body released a violent aura, causing Tang Zhenggang's heart to involuntarily give birth to a dangerous thought. Just as he was about to make a move to block Feng Kui's sudden attack, he saw Feng Kui actually jump down from the window and directly into the river. After a few splashes, he quickly leaped up to the second floor and once again returned behind Qin Lang.
At this time, Feng Kui was covered in water, but he was holding a dead frog in his hand.
There was a nail about three or four centimeters long stuck in the frog's body.
The frog had just died, but its white belly had turned blue and black. Obviously, it had been poisoned.
Tang Zhenggang didn't know the intention of Qin Lang's action. Just as he was wondering, he heard Qin Lang say to Feng Kui, "Such a fresh and delicious thing, I will reward you to enjoy."
Pa!
Feng Kui tore off the nail on the frog's body, then directly threw the dead frog into his mouth. He started chewing it noisily, as if he was eating an exceptional delicacy.
Seeing this scene, the two youths standing beside Tang Zhenggang couldn't take it anymore. Their faces were rather ugly, and one of them even started to retch.
Tang Zhenggang's frown deepened. When Feng Kui attacked, Tang Zhenggang was already convinced that the "wooden man" beside Qin Lang was actually an expert in the Regulated Breathing realm. Moreover, the key point was that this old man didn't disobey Qin Lang's orders at all. He didn't even mind Qin Lang letting him eat the poisoned dead frog, and he even ate it with relish.
From Tang Zhenggang's point of view, this old man that Qin Lang had brought along was definitely a "lunatic." However, normal people were often afraid of lunatics. The fear of lunatics wasn't only limited to normal people, even martial arts practitioners were the same. Furthermore, lunatics who knew martial arts were often even more terrifying. This was because such lunatics weren't afraid of pain or death. Of course, they were very difficult to deal with.
However, this lunatic had just eaten a poisoned frog. Could it be that he wouldn't be poisoned? Tang Zhenggang muttered in his heart. Logically speaking, this old man in front of him should have been poisoned. However, looking at the way he was eating with relish, there was no sign of poisoning at all.
Moreover, Qin Lang's next words quickly confirmed Tang Zhenggang's guess. "This old servant of mine likes to eat some strange things. He thinks that they are tastier than the delicacies of the land and the sea. Normally, he likes to eat poisonous snakes, scorpions, and the like. Today, he occasionally ate a frog, so it can be considered as a sumptuous meal. Alright, Mr. Tang, don't frown anymore. I also don't want to continue this profound conversation with you. I'll just get straight to the point. First of all, as an assassin, your son was paid to eliminate disasters for others. It's understandable for him to want to kill us. However, those who kill will be killed. Therefore, he deserved to be injured and poisoned by me. As for you, or should I say, you Tangmen, can't cure him, so you can only seek help from outsiders. Through Tang San, you found me. Therefore, in my opinion, it's you who has a favor to ask of me! "
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