startled autumn

In the stone room, Han Bi looked at the small jade bottle in his hand, thoughtfully.

What is contained in the jade bottle is the antidote of Xuelu Pill.

At that time, Zhu Heng said: "The cold poison caused by Snow Heron Pill can only be forced out of the meridian temporarily by antidote alone, and then acupuncture and medicinal bath must be added to completely remove the poison that gradually penetrated into the bone marrow. Therefore, detoxification is the same. It will take at least seven days until the body does not feel any difference after nightfall." That is to say, although the antidote is available, there is still enough time and opportunity to detoxify Shen Zhiqiu after leaving Fuluan Sect.

After obtaining the antidote, the three planned to discuss it, while Shen Zhiqiu lay on the table, listening half-understood, and followed Han Bi obediently out of Fengluan Terrace after finishing his orders.

When the two left, Han Bi's face was pale and listless, while Shen Zhiqiu's footsteps were sloppy due to sleepiness, and he yawned while walking.

Shen Zhiqiu was especially drowsy after being poisoned, and now he is really sleepy. The whole person is nestled in the quilt, only showing a dazed face, and the eyelids are slightly drooping, with a look that seems to be falling asleep at any time. He called Han Bi without saying a word: "Ah Xuan."

Han Bi was sitting by the bed, hearing his soft tone due to sleepiness, he couldn't help chuckling and said, "Go to sleep, or do you want to talk with me?"

Shen Zhiqiu shook his head: "I'm worried about Junior Brother Yue..."

Han Bi: "Why are you worried about him? He is at Zhu Heng's place tonight, and he is rarely accompanied by a beautiful woman. It must be very happy to have a drink and chat with him."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Junior Brother Yue's swordsmanship is not as good as mine. He is lurking here alone, which is always dangerous. Moreover, he will go to see Baiyan tomorrow..."

Han Bi smiled lightly, and asked slowly, "Are you trying to protect him?"

Shen Zhiqiu nodded, then shook his head again.

"Do you want to go, huh?" Han Bi put his palms on his pillow and leaned over to look at him.

Shen Zhiqiu suddenly made up his mind: "I won't go."

It was rare for Han Bi to see him act decisively like this, so he asked curiously, "Why?"

"It's even more dangerous for you to be here alone." Shen Zhiqiu said firmly.

The smile in Han Bi's eyes suddenly deepened: "Compared with Yue Yin, you want to stay with me more, don't you?"

Shen Zhiqiu said sincerely: "Well, after all, you can't even beat Junior Brother Yue."

Han Bi: "..." He covered Shen Zhiqiu's eyes with his hands, "Shut up."

Shen Zhiqiu knew that he probably said the wrong thing again, so he could only close his eyes guiltyly, and the drooping eyelashes seemed to pass by Han Bi's palm, which instantly soothed Han Bi's inner unhappiness, so he lowered his eyes. Turning his head, through the back of his hand, he left a soft kiss: "Go to sleep."

It's a pity that his movements were too light, Shen Zhiqiu didn't notice it, and finally sank into his palm, and fell asleep peacefully.

That night, Han Bi couldn't sleep for a long time.

When Shen Zhiqiu was awake, he hid it well; but when he dreamed back at midnight, he couldn't hide it from himself.

The chess game has clearly been laid out, and each piece is moving to the correct position step by step. He should be sure, but for some reason, he has an ominous premonition. He always feels that something may exceed his expectations. Into a deviation.

The next day, the sun shone through the tiankeng, shining sparkling light in the center of the lake. Unfortunately, the Qishan underground palace is deep and narrow, and this glimmer of light cannot illuminate every dark place. Even if someone desires light, they can only drink poison to quench their thirst in the end. Nothing.

Bai Yan's residence is deep in the Qishan Underground Palace, it is the most secluded place, the red candles lit during the day are the only light inside.

Zhu Heng knelt in front of Bai Yan. Although she was kneeling, her waist was straight, and her face was as cold as frost: "Although Han Bi looks noble and is not easy to get close to, it is also inevitable that men will not be greedy. Although the nature of beauty is higher than ordinary people's self-control, it is nothing more than that... In short, I have done what you asked me to do."

Bai Yan looked at her condescendingly: "Is he really addicted to Yulu Rouge?"

Zhu Heng: "For now, it seems that there is nothing suspicious."

Bai Yan nodded slightly.

Zhu Heng knew that Bai Yan must have sent people to wait outside Fengluan Terrace every night to monitor Han Bi's every move, so when Han Bi left Fengluan Terrace with Shen Zhiqiu last night, he pretended to be listless. Han Bi, just like a young man who is full of joy, his eyes are full of spring, and his brows are full of exhaustion.

Bai Yan asked again: "Where's Shen Zhiqiu?"

Zhu Heng frowned and said, "Who?"

Bai Yan: "The swordsman next to Han Bi."

Zhu Heng: "He...isn't his surname Han? I saw that he looks about the same size, so I guess he should be Han Bi's brother."

Bai Yan raised her eyebrows, motioning for her to continue talking.

"He fell asleep at night, I haven't found a good opportunity to seduce him yet." Zhu Heng said in a deep voice.

Bai Yan said lightly: "Forget it, he is not important."

This is an irony.As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Heng understood this point, because if Shen Zhiqiu was really not important, why would Bai Yan try to test her out?She couldn't help but be thankful that she didn't reveal her secrets just now.

But Bai Yan seemed to have thought of something suddenly, and his eyes became strange and difficult to understand: "You came to see me today, what else is there?"

Zhu Heng: "I'm here to kill you."

Bai Yan smiled and said, "You say the same thing every time."

Zhu Heng sighed: "But I don't know when it will come true... Forget it, I do have something to tell you."

Just at this moment, a voice came from outside: "My lord, someone came to see me and said that I have something important to discuss with you."

"Who is it?" Bai Yan asked in a deep voice.

"The young owner of Rongfa Village, the youngest son of Su Rongfa."

Rongfa Village is well-known in the south. Although its owner, Su Rongfa, is over fifty years old, he is very energetic and likes to enjoy himself. He is one of the treasuries of the Fuluan Sect. As for his youngest son... Baiyan has indeed heard In the past two days, Su Rongfa took his youngest son to Fengluan Terrace to have fun.

Zhu Heng sneered contemptuously.

Bai Yan knew that Zhu Heng was not angry, and knew that she didn't know martial arts and couldn't make trouble, so she just shook her head: "You wait here for me to come back." After saying that, he walked away.

In the reception hall, someone presented a scroll to Bai Yan.

"My father accidentally learned that Chipei, the Qizong in the capital, had summoned thousands of people to attack the Holy Cult. He was so anxious that he ordered people to inquire about the leader, and then asked me to present the portrait to him personally. Hierarch, I want you to be prepared."

Bai Yan took the scroll and opened it slowly, only to see a young man who looked like a banished fairy was vividly depicted inside, with just a few strokes, the beauty appeared spontaneously.

"His name is Lu Zheliu."

Bai Yan was silent at first, then gently closed the painting, and sighed: "I remember his appearance."

When he went back with the scroll, Zhu Heng was still kneeling stubbornly alone, motionless, and when he heard his footsteps, he turned his face slightly and said with a half-smile: "Suddenly I can't remember what I want to say gone."

She was already beautiful, but this amorous attitude added a sense of refusal and welcome to her provocative expression.

Bai Yan stretched out his hand out of nowhere, supported her chin with his knuckles, and asked, "Zhu Heng, do you regret marrying me?"

Zhu Heng only felt that he was joking: "The thing I regret most in my life is that I accepted your sandalwood beads when I didn't know someone well."

Bai Yan took a deep look at her, let go of her hand, and left her with a vague back: "You can stay tonight."

Same bed dream.

It's a pity that Zhu Heng has never slept with Bai Yan, so naturally he doesn't understand his dreams.

That night, Zhu Heng was still lying on the bed alone, but she was not surprised at all, just because she clearly understood this matter: even if Bai Yan let her stay overnight, he would never touch her, he seemed like an overly self-disciplined person , not allowing anyone to enter his world.

It was Bai Yan who took off the sandalwood beads from her hand, put them on her hands, and promised: "I will marry you."

However, in the next moment, this person pushed her down the abyss with his own hands.

She had no choice but to close her eyes and let herself fall into a dark dream, looking forward to the early arrival of a new day.

At this time, at the other end of the room, Bai Yan stood there for a long time, letting the candle in his hand illuminate the familiar face in the portrait.

He stared quietly until the red candle's tears dried up and the night ended.

When the twilight merged, the third night came quietly, and everything was proceeding in an orderly manner in the afterglow of the sunset.

Han Bi was practicing calligraphy leisurely in the stone room, his posture with his wrists down was graceful and relaxed, so relaxed that no one would be able to see that he was currently in a dragon's pond and a tiger's lair.

"Shen Zhiqiu," he waved at Shen Zhiqiu who was wiping his sword beside him, "Come and see, does it look like it?"

There are a few small and medium characters written on the paper, the writing is clear and beautiful, with a hint of arrogance.

A close friend knows autumn like meeting each other.

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqiu approached and took a look, and immediately said in surprise: "It's Lu Zheliu's writing?!" After a while, he shook his head cautiously, "It doesn't look like it after a closer look."

Han Bi smiled and said, "A [-]-[-]% portrait is enough." He only got a pair of inscriptions from Lu Zheliu at the beginning, so it is very good to be able to learn a [-]-[-]% portrait.

Shen Zhiqiu asked: "What are you going to do?"

Han Bi smiled and said nothing, Shen Zhiqiu saw that he was very mysterious, so he didn't ask any more questions, turned around and wiped his sword.

"Why hasn't Qing Yao come?" Han Bi changed the subject.

It turned out that the day before yesterday when Qing Huan and Shen Zhiqiu said goodbye, they made an appointment to meet again today.

Shen Zhiqiu turned his back to Han Bi and shook his head, "I don't know."

Han Bi suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to write smoothly on the paper. After a long time, he finally put down the pen.

At this time, a maid entered the stone room, claiming to be delivering something for Qing Xing.

She was holding the folded clean clothes in her hand. Han Bi knew at a glance that this was his long robe that he asked Qing to throw away when he first met Qing. Clothes.The clothes that were soaked in blood at the beginning were now filled with a faint fragrance, presumably after they were washed, they were carefully smoked with an incense burner.

Han Bi asked, "Why didn't Qing Yao come here in person?"

"I don't know, it's just that she told me that Mr. Han likes this suit very much. Don't make any mistakes along the way. She also asked me to bring a sentence to Mr. Han: good jade is hard to find."

Han Bi understood that the piece of golden fragrant jade was a secret between him and Qingyong, which meant that the clothes were indeed sent by someone from Qingyong, but he had no idea what it meant that good jade was hard to find.

After the maid retreated, Han Bi spread out all the clothes on the bed, and Shen Zhiqiu watched him play with them curiously, and saw that her original tattered clothes had returned to a complete appearance, and she couldn't help but sigh: "Miss Qinglong actually put all the clothes on the bed." The clothes are mended."

Han Bi carefully rummaged through each piece of clothing, then touched the neckline of the long robe, and said, "It's not right here."

Shen Zhiqiu asked: "What's wrong?"

Han Bi: "My original collar is not made of such a bad material."

Shen Zhiqiu: "Could it be that the fabric was changed during the repair?"

Han Bi shook his head and said, "I was injured very lightly at the time, so why bother to sew my clothes again? What's more, in what Qing Yan told the maid, it was that I liked this suit very much... I clearly told her that it was dirty. I won't wear clothes anymore, but now she has someone send her clothes back, there must be a reason."

Shen Zhiqiu nodded and said, "I see."

Han Bi carefully rubbed the fabric at the neckline between his fingertips again, and suddenly realized: "It's padded with cotton wool, it's double-layered."

Hearing this, Shen Zhiqiu pulled out the Shadow Stepping Sword, and cut the tip of the sword along the edge of the neckline exactly. Han Bi opened it along the cutout and found a piece of paper folded into a long strip inside. The paper is extremely thin, and it is hidden in the thick collar padded with cotton batting, making it impossible to find out the details.

I opened this deeply hidden paper, but there was only a strange pattern drawn on it, with a dot on the left, a big tree on the right, and a group of connections in the middle that are not straight but orderly Wire.

Han Bi recognized at a glance that this was the map of the Qishan underground labyrinth.

There is only one entrance on the far left, and then it gradually diverges, extending in all directions, which is the route of the secret passage; the crookedly painted tree on the far right is the central sinkhole representing the Qishan Underground Palace.

"What is this?" Shen Zhiqiu asked.

"It's a map."

"Qing Yan hid the map in your clothes? Why didn't she send it herself?"

Hearing this, Han Bi frowned suddenly, as if he had thought of a bad guess, so he pulled Shen Zhiqiu to leave: "We will go to Fengluan Terrace tonight and give this to Yue Yin, I hope there is still time."

Shen Zhiqiu didn't understand, so: "What's too late?"

At a critical moment, Han Bi couldn't explain it to him, so he just sighed: "I hope I'm worrying too much."

Yue Yin had already stayed at Fengluan Terrace for three days, just waiting for Han Bi to contact him at any time. At this time, he was sitting in Zhu Heng's room, but he was resting with his eyes closed, not daring to look at the woman next to him. glance.

A moment later, Han Bi walked in with a hurried expression, stuffed the entire envelope into Yue Yin's arms, and said very quickly: "You should find a way to get out of here now, and then find a half-step, let him help you, now The map has been obtained, no matter what, you must attack Qishan before tomorrow morning! As for the rest, you will know what is useful after you go back and read it."

Yue Yin put away his things carefully, then obeyed Han Bi's instruction and left without stopping.

Seeing their nervous expressions, Zhu Heng couldn't help panicking, and quickly asked, "What happened?"

"I don't have time to explain to you, you take us to Baiyan now!"

"Looking for him?"

Han Bi said in a deep voice: "Things have changed, if I don't take his life in advance, I'm afraid something will happen to Qinglong..."

Zhu Heng's whole body went limp, and infinite panic occupied her heart: "Come with me!"

"The leader has orders, please Mr. Shen to go to the island in the middle of the lake to have a talk."

Shen Zhiqiu was waiting for Han Bi and Zhu Heng outside Fengluan Terrace, but suddenly a person came and wanted to invite him to meet Baiyan.

Han Bi took Zhu Heng out quickly, happened to encounter this scene, before Shen Zhiqiu could reply, Han Bi's heart sank, and he answered for him, "Lead the way."

The attendant asked suspiciously, "Why is the Holy Maiden here?"

Zhu Heng was so anxious that he was about to collapse, and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense! Is it your turn to take care of me?!" Then he ran out in the direction of the island in the middle of the lake, and Han and Chen hurriedly followed.

Zhu Heng didn't know martial arts, and he had been tortured by Yulu rouge for a long time, but after running for a while, he collapsed to the ground, his face was extremely pale. Seeing this, Shen Zhiqiu picked up Zhu Heng and rushed forward, Han Bi followed closely behind. Looking at him, he didn't fall much distance.

As the night slowly descends, the floating lanterns on the island in the middle of the lake, like fireflies and stars, light up the dark water surface. They maintain the attitude of surrounding the small island in the middle of the lake, but they gradually float along the water to the shore as if there is nothing. go.

Under the sycamore tree, there was a quiet figure, leaning lightly by the tree, as if sleeping.

Zhu Heng called softly to the figure: "...Sister, is that you?"

She didn't get an answer, and the lake was like an abyss, clamoring to swallow her completely, so she had no choice but to stand on the shore, not daring to take a step forward,

In the end, Shen Zhiqiu skimmed across the water, approached and patted her on the shoulder: "Young girl?"

It turned out that her shoulder bone had been broken.

His heart trembled, and he stroked her wrist palely.

After a deathly silence, Han Bi who was standing behind took off his cloak and put it on Qing Yao's cold body. At this moment, even he couldn't find a word that was a little more appropriate to break the silence. What is more difficult to break this silence is how to explain to Zhu Heng.

But Zhu Heng came forward step by step, dripping water, she walked very slowly, staggered, as if she was about to fall into the lake at any time, but in the end she still reached the end, where there was no smile from anyone, only the young man. The closed eyes and pale face waited for her lifelessly, and then she knelt there, hugging her broken sister into her arms: "Wake up..."

She held her blue face in her hands, and stroked her lips with trembling fingertips.

The next moment, her fingertips were stained with deep red, the red she was extremely familiar with.

She raised her head, letting the scream of despair resound through the night sky.