Suo Jinling

He Zhongyin turned and left, went to the entrance of the cave, tied his legs tightly, threw the rope high, climbed up the stone wall, and hung himself in the air.

He has the determination to win, and will not be disturbed by unexpected events. The ginseng lotus grows on the top of the mountain, and the wind and snow waves will get thicker as he goes up, and it may cause an avalanche. This trip needs to be extremely cautious and cannot be taken lightly.

Lan Jingming groped in his chest, took out the medicine bottle that He Xiuzhu gave him, took out a piece to smear, and covered his bruised and purple neck.

This ointment really has a miraculous effect, the burning pain is subdued by the cold, and slowly fades away.

He rested for a while, got up with his hands on his knees, and walked out of the cave quickly, holding onto the stone with his fingers. He didn't expect much at first, but when he looked carefully for a while, he saw a figure hanging in mid-air, who seemed to be waiting for him.

Lan Jingming rubbed his eyes, he really couldn't believe it, he pinched the stones and weeds tightly, climbed up with his hands and feet, and climbed to He Zhongyin's feet, only then did He Zhongyin move his legs, keep a moderate distance from him, and continue to move upwards .

This mountain peak is really steep, there are clouds and mist under the feet, and the abyss is far away, Lan Jingming doesn't want to look down any more, he hangs in the air with his hands and feet, and he has to rest for a while, his hands and feet tremble slightly.He usually walks on flat roads when he climbs mountains and ridges, deliberately avoiding cliffs and cliffs, but now he is making a dangerous move, going where the danger is, his fingers are frozen as stiff as bows, red and swollen and he loses consciousness, and he can't move after climbing for a while He could only barely move up the stone platform, tore the tattered skirt into pieces, and stuffed it into soft cloth under his feet.

The backs of his feet were also frozen, he rubbed his hands together to release a trace of heat, he squeezed his ankles as hard as he could, and when he looked up, he saw a mountain spring surrounded by green grass and lush vegetation, and there was a mountain spring in the forest, steaming with warmth.

He walked to the side of the mountain spring, bowed his head and half knelt down, raised his hand to touch the spring water, hot air crawled from his fingertips, hit his limbs along his wrist bones, melted him into a white mist, and the white mist turned into blood, and he fainted violently from his feet. The circles surged outwards, the fine grass was soaked and floated up, the ups and downs were undulating, Ah Jing murmured in his ears, coming from all directions, and rushed into the brain along the ear bones, like steel nails piercing through the chest cavity, the painful blue Jing Ming knelt down on the ground, clenched his forehead with both hands, and roared hoarsely.

There was a loud sound of wind in his ears, someone came riding a bloody BMW with a spear in his hand, the horse's hooves were raised high, and they stomped heavily on the ground, crushing Chen Jing's breastbone, and the creaking sound hit his ears.

Lan Jingming's eyes were shattered, and he tried his best to throw himself on Chen Jing, stretching out his arms to protect him, the BMW raised its hoofs high, and the ground was covered with cracks, and the rider was condescending, his cheeks were stained with residual blood, and his golden hair fluttered in the wind like a cloud , his gaze was as cold as a blade... It was clearly his own face.

He desperately raised his hand to block it, but the blade pierced through his palm, and a bone-piercing pain hit him, blood splashed all over his face, his nose was full of blood, he staggered up and took half a step forward, the back of his neck was grabbed by someone, and he suddenly pulled back .

Bicaoshan spring is gone.

The bloody smell suddenly faded away, and a few pieces of gravel rolled down from his side in the deep abyss under his feet. Lan Jingming rubbed his eyes, his fingers were too cold to tear apart, He Zhongyin held him by the back of the neck like a rabbit, He threw it on the ground.

Almost... fell down.

"Eat this," He Zhongyin handed over a bright red petal, "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time."

Lan Jingming didn't like having it, so he chewed it up and swallowed it. This mountain is really weird, and there are some ghosts and ghosts entrenched there, it seems to be able to confuse people's hearts.

I don't know what is the use of this petal. After swallowing it, flames rose in the dantian, and the warmth evaporated. The frozen fingers were relieved, and the redness and swelling disappeared a lot.

Lan Jingming grasped his fingers and followed behind his husband. He Zhongyin's back flickered and was rolled into a ball by the snow waves.

Sir... Will you be bewitched by illusions too?

What will he dream about?

Lan Jingming couldn't figure it out clearly, but vaguely wanted to find out.

One after the other, they climbed between the cliffs. He Zhongyin was tireless and almost never rested. Lan Jingming didn't know where this man got his strength. He Xiuzhu's life and death were uncertain. Even if the husband was anxious, he should take a break at the right time , if you accidentally step on the air due to lack of physical strength, you will be in big trouble.

Lan Jingming wanted to persuade, but felt that he had no position. The relationship between father and son was so close that he would not be allowed to intervene.

The top of this mountain is towering, and the rocks become more slippery as you go up, and it takes more effort to climb it. The snow is endless, and as far as the eye can see, it is white. Too tired to climb anymore, he climbed up to the high platform and panted heavily, raised his eyes to look up, and He Zhongyin knelt on the ground, coughing up a mouthful of residual blood.

Lan Jingming panicked, climbed up three times and twice, and supported He Zhongyin's shoulder: "How are you!"

He ignored it and pinched He Zhongyin's wrist, but unfortunately he didn't know how to check the pulse, he only vaguely felt that this man was short of energy and blood, and all his anger was forcefully raised.

Sure enough... running, jumping, and climbing like this without sleep is not something ordinary people can do.

This family is crazy!

Lan Jingming gritted his teeth silently, wanting to kick the two of them into the frozen lake to wake up.

With a snap, He Zhong opened Lan Jingming's arm, leaned back against the stone wall, and breathed quietly with his head down.

Lan Jingming was shut out, unwilling to sit face to face with others, and went to the entrance of the cave to stay, with his legs hanging outside, swinging lightly to and fro.

After sitting for a short time, He Zhongyin tore off two pieces of cloth, wrapped them around his bleeding fingers, went out to hold down the stone, and wanted to go up as soon as he moved his legs.

"Hey!" Lan Jingming got up hurriedly, grabbed the falling cloth belt, "I can't climb anymore, you have to rest for a while!"

He Zhongyin glanced at him, unmoved, pulled his arms vigorously, and lifted himself onto the high platform.

Lan Jingming gritted his teeth, and followed behind furiously. Seeing He Zhongyin's eyes flushed, he struggled to climb up. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he just followed behind. He didn't know how long he struggled in the wind and snow. On the long and narrow stone road with thorns, there was a click on the top of the head, and it hit something.

Carefully take a look, it is actually a human leg bone.

There was something stuck in the upper corner, Lan Jingming raised his hand to melt the snow water, and touched half of the skull.

It seems that there are more than one person who came to collect herbs, and not only the two of them have climbed here, but the top is more dangerous, with thorn bushes towering into the sky, presumably the ginseng lotus has miraculous effects, which has attracted so many people flocking to it.

On the top of the thorn bushes there is a beautiful lotus flower, with thorny stems and delicate white petals. A light fragrance wafts in the wind, touching the tip of the nose.

The cold winter here is bleak, everything is silent, and all you can see are bare dead branches. This lotus is graceful and graceful, which makes people dazzled.

The thorn bushes are full of sharp and thin dead branches, which creaked when they stepped on them, and they couldn't even find a place to stay. He Zhongyin stepped on the branches and moved up half a step, creaking under his feet, scattered wood residues, orchid Jing Ming felt uneasy in his heart, he felt that Mr.'s figure was shaking, and he couldn't avoid the twigs, and a faint smell of blood floated in the air, which suddenly disappeared.

Lan Jingming gripped the branch tightly and stepped on a dry piece. Before he could climb up, there was a crackling sound on the top. The branch under He Zhongyin's feet broke, and he slipped off along the thorns. After a block, Lan Jingming jumped forward and grabbed He Zhongyin's cloth belt. The two almost smashed half of the thorn bushes before rolling to the top of the stone platform, and they couldn't get up.

Lan Jingming was still in shock, the skirt on his body was torn and bloodstains were everywhere, he couldn't vent his anger, he got up and picked up He Zhongyin's collar, raised his fist high, and burst out anger in his eyes: "Your family are all crazy, don't break it! Crazy man who doesn't buckle! Then He Xiuzhu is so important, you can even give him your life!"

The wind was rustling, and there was no response for a long time.

He Zhongyin didn't struggle, and let others pull up his half body, his eyes were sunken, empty and scattered.

Lan Jingming no longer cared about his seniority and inferiority, his fists itched fiercely: "If something happens to you, do you think he can feel at ease? You father and son depend on each other for life, not for you to change your life!"

This fist can't go down, it's like hitting dough, the strength is lightly released, and it's all scattered in the wind.

"What do you know?" He Zhongyin sighed leisurely, fluttering as lightly as in the wind, unable to hear clearly, "I am his father...he is my son."

Lan Jingming was stunned.

The moonlight in the sky was like a waterfall, the world was full of snow, the sound of the wind was like weeping, a big hole was opened in the flesh and blood in his chest, and the coldness was like a gangrene, eating away at him.

With his hands loosened, he staggered back a few steps, slid on the ground with his back against the stone wall, buried his head between his knees, and laughed non-stop.

Laughing happily, laughing wantonly, the laughter is constantly hovering, swaying in the wind.

The hour was coming, He Zhongyin got up on his knees, and just about to climb up the thorns, there was a loud wind behind his ears, a hand knife cut horizontally, he couldn't dodge, his knees fell to the ground, and he fell into darkness.

With half support and half hug, Lan Jingming sent the man deep into the cave, watched him silently for a while, then brought dry grass from outside, and covered him with it.

The full moon was reflected in the sky, and white air came out of his mouth. Lan Jingming stood at the entrance of the cave, looking at the sky from a distance.

The lotus is swaying in the wind, shaking the twigs.

Lan Jingming tore off the strip of cloth, wrapped it around his palm a few times, clenched the branches with both hands, and turned over to face the thorns.

He didn't seem to know the pain, his thigh was scratched by dead branches, his wrist was scratched, his cheek was torn by the wind, and the corner of his eye was cut half an inch. The lotus flower was like a dream, and the road leading to it was endless. to get closer.

Lan Jingming didn't know how many times he fell, and stepped on the dead branches again. When he finally held the lotus, his eyes were bloodied and he couldn't open his eyes. The bloodstains on the palm of his hand became more and more beautiful and swaying.

He could barely stand anymore, he staggered back to the cave, put the lotus beside his husband, turned around and crawled towards the entrance of the cave, with one leg bent, his forehead resting on his knees, his palms clenched into fists, and he looked down into the abyss.

Sorrow arises from love, fear arises from love; apart from the one who loves, there is neither worry nor fear.

The ties that shouldn't be there... just cut them off together.

Gouging out the bloody and pus-filled carrion, the skin will grow back one day.

If you cut off the ties that shouldn't be there, you won't be disconnected and slip into the abyss of pain.