Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong naturally did not die.

Perhaps it was because of his fate that he fell from the thousands-foot cliff of Gaoji Mountain, and unexpectedly fell into the river below.

Fu Jinghong stumbled and suffered a few bruises when he rolled down the cliff, and choked on a big mouthful of water when he fell into the river suddenly... Of course, these are naturally not as painful as the sword stabbing his chest.

Fu Jinghong stood blankly in the waist-deep icy river, not knowing what was going on and what was going on for a while.

In the previous life, he was stabbed in the chest and fell off a cliff.

In this life, he was stabbed in the chest again and fell off the cliff.

Although the person holding the sword is different, the end result is the same.

Sure enough, fate cannot be reversed?

Then why this time, he didn't die?

Or, in fact, he is already dead, just reborn?

Or, in fact, he has never been reborn at all, and everything that happened before is all his imagination?Was the sword that stabbed him actually his junior brother, Murong Shang and others never existed at all, but just an obsession that occurred when he fell off the cliff?

Maybe he has just made a story about Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly?

Fu Jinghong fell into deep thought like never before. When he came back to his senses, he found that the river was a bit cold, and he shivered involuntarily.

When I looked up, I realized that the sun was already setting.

It's just that in this wilderness, where should he find a place to stay?

Looking as far as the eye can see, there are grasses and trees in a radius of [-] miles. Where is there any family? Could it be that he is destined to sleep in the wild tonight?Fu Jinghong sighed, and was about to climb ashore, when he turned his head and suddenly found a moon-white cloth in the water not far away.

Fu Jinghong paused, waded through the water, and found that it was a person.

Looking at Liu Xianqin with slightly closed eyes, Fu Jinghong paused, and then remembered that when he fell off the cliff, someone seemed to be holding his hand, trying to pull him up.

It turned out that the person was Liu Xianqin.

It's a pity that not only did Liu Xianqin not pull him up, he even pulled Liu Xianqin down.

Fu Jinghong smiled rather gloatingly, and was about to go up to wake Liu Xianqin, but that person suddenly opened his eyes without warning.

The wet hair was scattered around, and a pair of lonely black eyes stared at him fixedly.

Liu Xianqin's clothes were half-opened due to the force of the running water, revealing the fair skin inside, and because of the wetness, the moon-white clothes seemed transparent, outlining Liu Xianqin's waistline, thin but not thin.

Liu Xianqin still held the qin in her arms, and she didn't see the qin getting wet at all.

Fu Jinghong looked at Liu Xianqin, coughed lightly, and said, "Thank you."

Liu Xianqin glanced at him indifferently, but said nothing.

Fu Jinghong paused, and said: "Before... those people from the Demon Cult sprinkled medicine on you, is it okay?" The red powder in the man's hand in red was clearly coming towards him, but it was caught by Liu Xianqin. Blocked... Although I don't know what the red smoke is, it must not be a good thing.

"My five senses have been out of order since I was a child," Liu Xianqin said lightly, "That's why I am immune to all poisons."

Fu Jinghong looked at Liu Xianqin in disbelief and said, "You don't seem to be blind..."

Liu Xianqin glanced at him, and said: "When I was 13 years old, I met a genius doctor. He pricked my acupuncture points with golden needles, allowing me to see things with my eyes and hear with my ears, but that's all." His tone was very serious. Indifference, it doesn't seem to be talking about himself at all, but like talking about someone who is indifferent to him.

Fu Jinghong finally remembered that Liu Xianqin was drinking cup after cup of unpalatable thick tea in the inn... It turned out that it was because he had no sense of taste at all, so he couldn't taste the taste of that cup of tea.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

What if he has lost his five senses since he was a child, can't see with his eyes, can't hear with his ears, can't smell the fragrance of flowers, can't taste the sweetness, has no feeling, no feeling, no joy or sorrow, what should he do?I'm afraid he's already gone mad.

Liu Xianqin lowered her head, stretched out her hand to caress the piano carefully, looked at it for a while, and then walked towards the shore.

Looking at his back, Fu Jinghong suddenly thought that Liu Xianqin was so skilled at playing the piano that he should have practiced the piano since he was a child, but he couldn't see or hear it, so why did he practice the piano?What about learning the piano?If it wasn't for a chance encounter, Liu Xianqin would never see the qin in his hand or hear the music he played, so why did he play the qin, and for whom did he play the qin?

With no answers to all the questions, Fu Jinghong sighed and walked towards the shore.

At this time, the sun had gradually set, and the wind began to cool down.

The mountain wind is already cold, but it will be even colder at night.

After walking not far, they found a cave against the wind direction, and planned to use it as a hiding place for tonight.

Fu Jinghong's internal strength has not yet recovered, and he cannot use his internal strength to dry his clothes, so he had to pick up some fallen leaves and prepare to light a fire to keep warm.

After picking up a bunch of branches, Fu Jinghong returned to the cave.

Liu Xianqin sat upright on the relatively clean ground in the cave, with her eyes closed, her hair still wet, slipping down the hair around his face and into the open skirt.

Fu Jinghong took out the densely packed flint from his sleeve and started to light a fire.

When the fire started, Fu Jinghong raised his head and looked at Liu Xianqin not far away.

In the flickering fire, Liu Xianqin's indifferent expression seemed a little remote.

Fu Jinghong raised his hand and threw a branch into the fire, and his thoughts began to drift away.

He had always had a premonition that he and his two junior brothers would not return to Duanxiu Mountain smoothly, but he did not expect it to come true.

I don't know what his two junior brothers will do when they see him fall off the cliff?

Even if they could go back to the mountain, even if they could reunite with the two juniors, would they be able to withdraw decisively and return to Duanxiu Mountain without any worries?

Fu Jinghong was in a daze for a while, and suddenly heard a burst of gradually rapid breathing.

Although it is extremely suppressed, it is gradually rushing.

Fu Jinghong looked up at Liu Xianqin, and found that Liu Xianqin's eyes were still tightly closed, but fine beads of sweat began to ooze from the corner of his forehead, and his breathing gradually began to become short of breath.

Fu Jinghong immediately remembered the red smoke. Was Liu Xianqin really poisoned?

No, Liu Xianqin just said clearly that he is invulnerable to all poisons, so why is he poisoned again now?

Fu Jinghong thought of those few people, all of whom were dressed differently from ordinary people, they were not from the Central Plains, and the woman wearing silver jewelry among them was probably from Miaojiang, and the man in red who sprinkled the powder seemed not to be either. People from the Central Plains, although his face is somewhat familiar...

Fu Jinghong suddenly froze.

He remembered why the man in red looked so familiar!Isn't that red-clothed man the same flower picker, Cai Juhua, whom he and Wen Ruyu met in that inn before?Although I don't know why the flower picker is a member of the Demon Cult, but since that person is a flower picker, the red smoke he used just now is probably...

aphrodisiac.

Fu Jinghong's expression became complicated for a moment.

In the story books he had read before, those heroes who were invulnerable to all poisons because they ate a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum Tianshan Snow Lotus would also be overwhelmed by aphrodisiacs, because aphrodisiacs were not poisonous.

Could it be that Liu Xianqin is also like this?

Although Liu Xianqin's breathing became short of breath, her expression was still very indifferent, and she didn't seem to be in a state of embarrassment after taking the aphrodisiac.

It's just that his chest was trembling slightly in his half-opened skirt, and his white and slender five fingers were grabbing the corner of his clothes.

Fu Jinghong looked at Liu Xianqin for a while, and was about to say something, but Liu Xianqin suddenly opened his eyes. There was silence in his dark and deep eyes, and he looked straight at Fu Jinghong.

Fu Jinghong swallowed inexplicably.

Liu Xianqin looked at him for a while, then snorted coldly, and said, "I've been drugged."

After a while, he said: "Although I am invulnerable to all poisons, but... this medicine is not poisonous."

Fu Jinghong didn't know what to reply, so he just smiled.

Unexpectedly, Liu Xianqin gave him a cold look and said, "I don't need you to dedicate yourself to detoxification."

Fu Jinghong choked on his own saliva, wiped the corner of his mouth, and said, "I didn't mean that either."

Liu Xianqin gave him another cold look.

Fu Jinghong pondered for a while, and said: "You can, come by yourself...I'll go out."

Hearing this, Liu Xianqin gave him a cold look.

Fu Jinghong felt a little cold, so he got up quickly and walked outside.

It was dark outside.

Fu Jinghong felt a little hungry, so he walked a few steps away and picked some fruits to satisfy his hunger.

The fruit was a bit sour, but it was still good to eat. Fu Jinghong ate a few, picked a few more, and turned back to give it to Liu Xianqin.

Walking to the entrance of the cave, he felt that he seemed to look down on Liu Xianqin by going back so soon.

So he stood not far from the entrance of the cave and admired the moonlight at night.

After appreciating the time for a meal, Fu Jinghong felt that it was almost done, so he turned and went back to the cave.

The fire flickered in the cave.

Liu Xianqin was still sitting upright, as if she hadn't moved.

Fu Jinghong walked over, put the fruits not far from Liu Xianqin, and was about to turn around and go back, but was suddenly grabbed by someone.

The world spun for a while, and Fu Jinghong was crushed to the ground.

"you……"

Fu Jinghong looked at the man with deep dark eyes lying on him, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Liu Xianqin panted repressedly, the ink in her eyes became heavier and darker, and a drop of sweat fell from the corner of her forehead.

"Since you left, why did you come back?" Liu Xianqin said indifferently.

It is clearly a question, but there is no wave in the sentence.

"I'm afraid you will starve to death." Fu Jinghong pouted.

Liu Xianqin's expression froze, and after a long time, she said quietly: "I'm really hungry."

Fu Jinghong hooked the corners of his lips and was about to say something, but someone bit his lip suddenly, as if eating a pastry, with deep teeth marks.

Fu Jinghong was a little afraid that Liu Xianqin would really bite off the flesh on his mouth, and was about to reach out to push it, but Liu Xianqin suddenly let go, Fu Jinghong was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Liu Xianqin bit down again. On Fu Jinghong's shoulder, the force was so deep that blood was seen soon.

Fu Jinghong was so painful that he almost cried, and was about to slap the person in front of him away, when he suddenly heard Liu Xianqin's indifferent voice slowly saying: "I have lost all five senses since I was a child. not."