Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The night is getting darker, the stars are shining brightly, and the cave is becoming more and more quiet, except for the sound of water, there is also the sound of peeling and burning.

The master and apprentice found a leeward turn, set up a bonfire on the dry ground, and tied the horses.After Di Dongqing settled down the master, he took out the accompanying water bottle and went to fetch water from the depths of the cave.

The corridor zigzags down, and the deepest ones converge into one piece, sheltered from wind and rain all year round, and free from foreign objects. The pool water is clean and cold, just enough to wash the wounds.

There are many wounds on Lu Zhengqiu's body that need to be treated urgently.

Although the wound on his cheek was not deep, it was narrow and long, extending from the root of the ear to the corner of the mouth. Even if it was washed clean now, it would leave a scar in the future.

The wound on his hand was even more serious, the blade pierced through the palm, leaving a shocking hole in the palm, exposing the fragile tender flesh, it had to be cleaned carefully, otherwise there was a danger of inflammation and festering.To make matters worse, although the knife did not hurt any bone, it did break a tendon, and even if it took several months, it might not be able to heal as before.

Lu Zhengqiu's expression was indifferent, as if he had long been used to such things.

Di Dongqing frowned tightly, as if the wound was burned on her body.

Lu Zhengqiu sat on a protruding rock at the edge of the rock wall, and Di Dongqing half-kneeled beside him, held up his injured left hand, put it on his knee, and carefully wiped it with a towel dipped in medicinal herbs.

There were only simple wound medicines in his carry-on bag, and no painkillers. When he was wiping, Lu Zhengqiu gasped from between his teeth from time to time, obviously enduring the pain.

Di Dongqing listened for a while, and the movements of her hands became slower and slower. Finally, she stopped and raised her head to look at the other party: "Master, if you are in pain, just bite me on the shoulder."

His shoulders just stopped under Lu Zhengqiu's field of vision, and his collar was slightly opened due to the movement of bending over. The latter turned his head, just saw the bare skin on his shoulders through the gap in the collar, and immediately said in surprise: "On your shoulders Why is there an injury, it seems to be a tooth mark?"

Di Dongqing was startled, blinked, recalled for a while, and then replied: "Oh, I was in the hospital a few days ago and picked up a girl who was in labor."

Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows: "Why is your clinic even starting delivery room business?"

Di Dongqing said: "The fetal movement came suddenly, and it was too late to find a midwife, so I had to do it for her. She has suffered so much, and it's okay to bite me."

Lu Zhengqiu didn't answer the words, just lowered his eyes and stared at him blankly.

He didn't mind it either, and continued to apply the medicine with his head buried. The next moment, he felt a heat on his shoulder.

His master didn't bite, but raised his other good hand, put it on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it through the fabric.

Xu Xunuan flowed through his whole body, causing him to relax. He moved the soles of his feet, and moved closer, his furry head rubbed against Lu Zhengqiu's chin from time to time.

His hair is thick and a bit messy. When he lowered his head, the ponytail behind his back also hangs over his ears and rests on his cheeks. From a short distance away, every strand of black hair can be clearly distinguished Chu.

Lu Zhengqiu simply put his hands on the top of his head, combed his slender fingers, gathered the messy hair behind his ears, and inserted it into the hair on the top of his head to caress.

He let out a low grunt, and relaxed his shoulders almost instinctively, which seemed very comfortable.

Like a large dog, he curled up beside Master, yearning for his warmth and comfort.

Lu Zhengqiu stared blankly at his flickering eyelashes.

Nearby is a bonfire that flickers on and off, and the orange light sprinkles on the nearby water surface, making the cold running water warm.

In the distance is the bright and clear starlight, flowing slowly along a line of sky, like a long blue river.

The river in the sky and the river underground, one is cold and the other is warm, separated by thousands of miles, but they are lingeringly connected, spanning time and space, making this scene extra gentle and timeless.

Holly also has a river in her heart, which is pure and warm. Now, the once-dry source is finally filled with clear springs, and it is flowing.

Lu Zhengqiu stared at him, leaned close to him, shared his body temperature, and could almost hear the ding-dong sound in the depths of his soul.

The youthful and abundant soul lifts up the hearts of the elders, and even the scars on the face and the pain in the palms become insignificant.

Di Dongqing had finished bandaging and wrapped a soft cloth around the injured palm to prevent the possibility of deterioration.But he was still worried, his face was gloomy, and he staggered half a step when he stood up, obviously absent-minded.

Seeing his appearance, Lu Zhengqiu's expression darkened, and he immediately said: "By the way, before you arrived, Nan Yanqi revealed some information to me about the purpose of the Demon Cult's attack on Wuxi, but unfortunately he didn't finish. "

Di Dongqing's eyes lit up, she sat down beside her master, and asked impatiently, "What did he say?"

Lu Zhengqiu recounted Nan Yanqi's wild words.After hearing this, Di Dongqing frowned and said, "Does Xi Soil really exist in this world?"

This name really only exists in the long legends of the age of gods. The god of heaven, Gun, assists mortals in water control without authorization, and steals a treasure from Zhuzhao Yuanshen. Later, Gun was punished for his poor water control and imprisoned in Mount Yu.However, the legend does not mention Xi Rang's whereabouts, perhaps it was left behind in the world, or it may have been taken away by other gods, and its true whereabouts are unknown.

Lu Zhengqiu nodded, and said again: "Wuxi, like Yushan, is an ancient tribe with a long history. The difference is that Wuxi people have lived in seclusion for a long time. Only people noticed the existence of this tribe. If it is said that Xi Rang is hidden in Wuxi, it is indeed possible."

Di Dongqing still frowned: "But, Gun died in Yushan, how did Xi Rang travel all the way to Wuxi?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "The gods believed by the Wuxi people are different from ours. Since they are external gods, there may be some records that have not been preserved."

Di Dongqing murmured: "How did the Devil's Cult learn about it? Who is that sacred leader?"

Having said this, his voice suddenly stopped, and his eyes drifted involuntarily to the people around him.

Lu Zhengqiu saw his worries, so he comforted him and said, "You just have to ask. The leader of the Chongming sect is called Xia Qiyuan, and people around him often call him Mr. Xia. When I saw him last time, his temples were already gray. Thinking about it, he is quite young now."

Di Dongqing asked again: "What kind of person is he?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Everyone thinks that the leader of the demon sect must be a heinous and vicious person, but in fact, he is a doctor, well-read poetry and books, and his speech is gentle. It is difficult for ordinary people to see his identity from his appearance. .”

"Doctor?" Di Dongqing was startled, "Isn't that the same as me?"

Lu Zhengqiu shook his head slightly, and looked at his apprentice with a smile in his eyes: "It's not the same. He is a very ambitious person, and he doesn't care about the cost to achieve his goals. When he first came to the Central Plains from northern Xinjiang, he was alone, with no eyes or eyes. Dear, after several years of painstaking dormancy, not only has the name of the Demon Cult resounded throughout the rivers and lakes, but it has also climbed into the court and the public, winning the trust of King Chang in one fell swoop."

"I have heard about these things in the Bai Mansion. Before the death of the crown prince, King Chang had always had the ambition to seize the heir. Since the crown prince formed an alliance with the righteous way of martial arts, King Chang simply invited the Demon Cult to help out. The king's doctor is actually interfering in the government and acting secretly. Although Emperor Jian favors the prince, he has always opposed the prince's association with people in the Jianghu, which may be the result of King Chang's obstruction."

Lu Zhengqiu kept looking at him, listening carefully, and after he finished speaking, he said: "It seems that you have matured a lot since I was not around."

Di Dongqing said: "It should be like this. In the past, Master worried too much."

The young man's tone was indifferent, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. The calmness he pretended was like thin paper under the stars, unable to contain the joy behind him.

How could Lu Zhengqiu not see it.

He looked up at the sky and water in the distance, and said, "Holly, there is actually one more thing I want to confess to you."

Di Dongqing turned her head and said, "What's the matter?"

His dark eyes were close at hand, and he couldn't help shrinking from the intense gaze, but he still said, "Haven't you ever wondered how I met your mother?"

Contrary to his expectations, Di Dongqing did not show surprise, but stared at him more carefully, and said: "Actually, I have guessed something, let me tell you, okay?"

Lu Zhengqiu met that determined gaze, and could not react other than nodding.

Di Dongqing said: "Xia Qiyuan's original plan was not to send Nan Yanqi to assassinate the prince, but to send you to assassinate my parents, right?"