Yuqiongyin

The inky night still hung heavily over the holy land. The howling night wind passed through the temples, making shrill sounds like ghosts howling and wolves howling, adding a bit of eerie atmosphere.

Rong Yunqiu was surrounded by a group of holy land guards, but the cold aura emanating from his body did not diminish in the slightest. His moon-white tights rustled in the night wind, his hair fluttered wildly, and his pair of cold star-like eyes glanced coldly at everyone around him.

The team leader, Hu Yang, had a gloomy expression on his face. He slammed his cane in his hand with a dull sound, breaking the deadlock: "Take him to the interrogation room!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two guards stepped forward, one on the left and one on the right, grabbing Rong Yunqi's arms roughly, trying to suppress him.

Rong Yunqiu's shoulders trembled slightly, and a hidden force was released. The two guards staggered and looked shocked, but they did not dare to let go. They increased their strength, and their nails almost dug into his flesh.

"I will go with you. No need to be so rude."

Rong Yunjie's voice was cold and hard. He raised his leg and took a step forward, and walked towards the interrogation hall of the holy land under the escort of the crowd.

Along the way, the moonlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, casting a pale glow on the winding stone path. The carved street lamps on both sides of the path flickered and dappled the light and shadow.

When we arrived at the interrogation hall, we found the vermilion door was tightly closed and the copper rings were swinging in the night wind, making crisp sounds like a death bell.

The guard went forward and knocked on the door, which slowly opened with a sharp "creaking" sound. The candlelight inside was bright, but there was a chill in the air.

Rong Yunqi strode in with his head held high and glanced around.

The hall was simply but solemnly decorated, with a long table in the center. Several deacons and elders in black robes and serious faces were already in place. On the wall behind them hung portraits of past hall masters, adding a bit of intimidation.

"Rong Yunjie, do you know what crime it is to use force without authorization in the holy land and cause the death of others?" The first deacon looked at him with a sharp gaze and took the lead in attacking.

Rong Yunqiu raised his head slightly, his expression calm: "I was just fighting back in self-defense to find out the real culprit who poisoned me. If this is also considered a crime, then when did the Holy Land become a place that harbors filth and protects evildoers?"

Upon hearing this, the deacons had different expressions on their faces and exchanged glances with each other. For a moment, the hall fell into a brief silence.

Only the flickering candlelight and the swaying shadows made everyone's faces appear bright and dark.

After a while, an elderly deacon on the left slowly spoke: "Words are not enough. The gray-robed man is dead and there is no evidence. It is difficult to convince others with just your one-sided statement."

Rong Yunqiu took out the secret letter he had searched from his pocket and said, "This is the evidence! The content of the secret letter vaguely mentioned the conspiracy plan. The tattoos on the gray-robed man are strange, and he is definitely not an ordinary character. Everything is closely related to the poisoning. If you are willing to do your job impartially, you will be able to find clues from it."

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the interrogation room was so heavy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

The deacons all focused their eyes on the evidence Rong Yunqiu mentioned. They leaned over to examine it, frowned, and whispered to each other.

The candlelight flickered, and the light and shadows swayed on their faces, outlining expressions that were either solemn or suspicious.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall, and the guards’ voices of stopping them: “Saint, the interrogation hall is in progress, please do not enter!”

A cold and resolute female voice then rang out: "Get out of the way! I'm looking for Rong Yunqiu, how dare you stop me?"

The person who came was Feng Chenning.

Everyone was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see the door being pushed open with a loud bang.

Feng Chenning was wearing a plain white silk skirt, the hem of which fluttered in the wind as she walked. Her long black hair was draped behind her, slightly messy, with a few strands of hair soaked with sweat and sticking to her cheeks. Although her face was still pale, it revealed unquestionable determination.

She looked straight at Rong Yunluo with her peach blossom eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he was safe and sound.

His vision was filled with a touch of pure white, and Rong Yunqiu's heart seemed to skip a beat, and his breathing stagnated.

He could never have imagined that Feng Chenning, who should have been recuperating at home, would drag his still-unrecovered body all the way here.

"Saint, why are you here? You haven't recovered yet, so you can't run around!"

Rong Yunqi came back to his senses and hurriedly took a few steps forward, trying to support her, but was stopped by the guard beside him with a sword drawn.

Feng Chenning glanced at the guard with a cold gaze, causing the guard to subconsciously take a step back.

She walked lightly into the hall, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant voice: "My fellow elders, I am Feng Chenning, the person who was poisoned. I have come here today to testify for Rong Yunling."

After saying that, the guard behind her, Kon Satoshi, took out a purse from his sleeve and opened it layer by layer, revealing several dried medicinal herbs inside.

"This is a strange herb I picked out from the residue left after taking the medicine. It is completely different from what is required in normal prescriptions. The doctor has tested it and it is definitely toxic."

The deacons and elders looked at each other, their eyes moving between Feng Chenning, Rong Yunqiu and the evidence on the table.

The first deacon twirled his beard and pondered for a moment, then said, "Although what the Saint said makes sense, the Holy Land has its own rules. Rong Yunluo used violence to injure people in the Holy Land, resulting in the death of the suspect. This matter cannot be tolerated lightly."

"Rong Yunlu is my man, so I will handle this matter. I think Li Shouyi should worry about the safety of the Holy Land first."

Feng Chenning slightly turned sideways and looked at Rong Yunqiu. When their eyes met, he saw the trust and tacit understanding in Feng Chenning's eyes. He nodded slightly and responded to her silently with his eyes.

Elder Feng, who had been silent the whole time, nodded and said, "What the Saint said makes sense. There are still many doubts in this matter. It is indeed inappropriate to hastily convict based on the current situation."

After that, he looked at Rong Yunluo and said, "Rong Yunluo, you will stay in the Saint's residence for the time being and wait for our investigation to be clear. We will make a decision after we have thoroughly investigated and figured out the conspiracy behind this. Saint, you are poisoned and need to be well taken care of. Don't rush around during this period of time, so as not to delay your treatment."

Feng Chenning wanted to say more, but Rong Yunluo shook his head gently, telling her not to worry, and bowed to the deacons: "Thank you for your consideration, Elder. Yunluo will wait for good news."

The tense atmosphere in the interrogation hall slowly dissipated. When Rong Yunqiu followed Feng Chenning out of the hall, the sunlight had penetrated the clouds and poured down, covering the holy land with a layer of warm yellow gauze.

The two of them set out on their journey home side by side. At first, no one spoke, only the sound of their footsteps echoing on the stone road.

Rong Yunqi glanced sideways at Feng Chenning beside him, and saw that her pale face was outlined with a soft halo by the sunlight, and a few strands of hair danced lightly in the wind, which made ripples appear in his heart.

"You shouldn't have come. You're not fully recovered yet."

Rong Yunqiu was the first to break the silence, his voice soft and full of tenderness.

Feng Chenning raised her head slightly, "I'm almost well now, it's good to go out for a walk."

Having said that, a few light coughs revealed her weakness.

Rong Yunqi frowned, raised his hand to smooth her hair, and patted her back gently to help her breathe smoothly. His movements were familiar and gentle.