Suo Jinling

Qiongcang Mountain is located at the junction of Prince Huai's Mansion and Prince Ning's Mansion. The mountain range is like a wandering dragon, rising from the plain and galloping into the distance. This mountain is steep and steep, with barren vegetation. Take a detour and don't want to get close to here.

He Zhongyin walked to the bottom of the mountain and looked up to the high place. Most of the ridge was buried by thick snow, goshawks circled around the clouds, and gravel rolled and rolled down from the air, hitting his side one after another.

No one would have thought that the world's most treasured heart-killing grass... the president is on the top of Qiongcang Mountain.

I don't know if he will survive this time, he knows that he will use Zhuxincao as the eye of the formation, and try to lure his heart and blood to the past, but he doesn't know how long it will take this time, let alone how much blood it will cost, if unfortunately he dies in the Therefore, the Zhuxincao could not be delivered to the child.

He needs to be careful, check the surroundings, save some strength, and bring Zhuxincao back to the temple.

He Zhong secretly made up his mind, grabbed the medicine basket behind his back, grabbed a bare cane, and climbed up.

When collecting herbs for Xiuzhu before, the mountain was steep, but this Qiongcang Mountain is even worse, because no one has stepped on it before, and they can't even find the place where they stepped on it. All they can see are sharp weeds. His palms were full of wounds, the gravel under his feet was trembling, he stepped on one and shook a few times, and the gravel rolled down before he could stand still, He Zhongyin raised his arms and grabbed the dirt in his hands, a hidden sharp stone was hidden under the mound , happened to be caught by him.

There is an abyss under the feet, and the wind is rolling loudly. There is no running water in the mountains, and even the singing of birds cannot be heard.

He Zhongyin propped up half of his body, stuck his ankles into the mound of soil, propped his forehead up, and rested on the cliff.

Clouds and mist brushed by his side, misty water vapor permeated his neck, and coldness penetrated into his chest. He shivered unconsciously, hung up the stone wall and entered the cave entrance, and pressed his back against the cliff.

Looking down at the entrance of the cave, he recalled all the past, when the child followed him closely, he didn't know how many times his feet stepped on the air, and he almost fell.

If Hai'er hadn't been given a hand then, and Hai'er would have died there...

He Zhongyin couldn't bear to think about it anymore, he opened the package and took out the dry biscuits, filled his stomach with a few mouthfuls, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and continued to climb up.

The mountain is full of ravines, and there are many traps in the forest. He Zhongyin did not want to rest, and climbed from sunrise to sunset. After several days of adventurous climbing, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

The foot of the mountain is full of desolation, but the top of the mountain is full of flowers and swaying green, which is not as beautiful as the world. He Zhongyin is all in tatters, his clothes are wrinkled, half of the medicine basket is broken, his wrists, ankles and wrists are full of dust, he fell to the ground panting, I couldn't get up for half a day.

The scent of flowers here is overflowing, and after inhaling it, it is refreshing, and the mind is shocked. He Zhongyin propped up his knees, and turned around the round platform a few times, but no matter how hard he searched, there was no shadow of Zhuxincao.

how come?

Isn't the heart-killing grass not here?

Will not.

It must be here.

He Zhongyin was restless in his heart, half kneeling on the ground and moved it carefully. The round table was not big, and the fragrance of flowers permeated his nose. For some reason, his mind was dazed, his eyes were red and white, speechless exhaustion flooded his chest, he staggered and fell down. On the ground, he closed his eyes faintly and fell into the mist.

This dream was so real that it made him feel like falling into the clouds. He held Jingming in his arms and held Xiuzhu in his hand. The two children were laughing and joking, fighting endlessly in the forest. The bosom is big and small, sometimes it is a fat doll carved with jade, and sometimes it is a bad boy who climbs a tree to catch birds, he can't catch it, he can't touch it, he is sweating profusely, and he flies towards it , the boy suddenly elongated and turned into a tall and slender boy.

"Jing Ming..."

He Zhongyin extended his arm and touched Lan Jingming's shoulder. Lan Jingming flinched and turned half of his body backward. His face was mottled with blood and tears, covered with knife marks all over the place. He Zhongyin was startled and took half a step forward. The young man elongated and turned into a thin willow, standing quietly in the wind.

"Why doesn't Daddy want me?"

After growing up, Jing Ming turned around and looked into He Zhongyin's eyes face to face: "Why did daddy abandon me?"

He Zhongyin was powerless to answer, his body softened and turned into a puddle of ice water, melting between the soil.

Jingming refused to let go, and pressed forward inch by inch, eyes, ear, nose, throat and blood flowed tears, slid over the corners of his eyes, soaked his clothes, he raised his arms, palms turned into sharp claws, pinched He Zhongyin's shoulders, and tightened them inwardly He seems to be pinching his enemy, cracking He Zhongyin's bones, clasping the thin flesh, and digging out the bloody big hole——

"Daddy... why did you make me suffer so much?"

He Zhongyin sat up suddenly, his chest heaved up and down, his clothes soaked in cold sweat, and the cold wind blew up, making his broken hair dance in all directions.He covered his forehead, trembled a few times, raised his head and looked towards the sky, a full moon was hanging in the sky, a few stars were hidden among the clouds, he couldn't see clearly, he rubbed his eyes, and there was a touch of greenness among the thousands of flowers , the originally lush grass leaves all turned into flowers, guarding a green grass in the center, the grass leaves are delicate and soft, tender and tender, like a delicate and ready-to-drop core, gathered in the double petals.

He Zhongyin propped up his body and moved towards the green grass. The blade of grass had only one stem and no young leaves on the hairpin box. He Zhongyin circled around it a few times, squatted quietly beside it, and stretched his fingers. Touching it, the blade of grass flinched and shrank inward even tighter, as if resisting external intrusion and unwilling to open outward.

The short dagger in his bosom pierced his chest, He Zhongyin fumbled out, raised the knife in his hand and cut through the veins of his wrist, blood streams rolled down and hit the grass stems.

The grass stalk trembled slightly, but didn't intend to open it.

He Zhongyin thought for a while, recalling everything his sister had said, he took a long breath, turned the short dagger to aim at his chest, tore open the front of his chest, and plunged in, the pain of suffocation swept up, and even his breath was broken After opening, he endured the severe pain that went deep into the bone marrow, and sketched the appearance of the child in his mind. Jing Ming's pale and haggard face was reflected in his heart. The fog lifted.

A young leaf protruded from the grass stem, the leaf was like a grain of rice, almost untouchable, He Zhongyin pulled out the short dagger, blood mist fell like rain, covering most of the grass stem, the heart-killing grass shook its body, greedily devouring the essence and blood , the soil was poured into fluffy, blooming lustrous luster.

He Zhongyin let go of the short dagger, closed his chest inward, and the wound quickly closed, returning to its original appearance. He took out the bamboo tube, cut the corners as sharp as a knife, and turned it towards himself.

The bamboo tube slid a few times on the flesh to find the most suitable position, and marked on it.

He leaned down, and using the heart-killing grass as the eye of the formation, he drew a blood-sucking circular formation inherited from the ancestors of the witch doctor clan. Breathing will stop the formation.

He Zhongyin peeled off|opened his clothes, lay on his back on the ground, took a deep breath, bent one arm, and covered his eyes horizontally, and turned the short dagger with the other hand to stab his chest, the tip of the knife penetrated the bone, almost piercing Rotten flesh and blood.

Before he could catch his breath, he clenched his teeth and held his breath, drew out the short blade and pressed it into the bamboo tube, the flesh that was about to be closed was blocked by a hard object, blood stream poured down the bamboo tube, and rushed towards the heart-killing grass along the path of the formation. The grass stalks were continuously soaked in blood, and it devoured it unscrupulously, as if it had been opened up by something to awaken its vitality.

Fine snow drifted from the sky, falling on the face and turning into cold stains, steaming into fishy and sweet water droplets.

He Zhongyin has never experienced such pain since he grew up. He forced himself to resist his body. His body tried his best to control the sovereignty. The two forces fought against each other, unwilling to be suppressed by the other. A reed pierced his throat, which made him feel nauseous, and the bottom of his tongue was dry and numb.

He unconsciously licked his lips, the corners of his lips were chapped and white, the thirsty water washed his limbs and bones, he wanted to drink water, but he didn't dare to move half a step, so he had to lick the remaining snow to quench his thirst, the thin leaves of the heart-killing grass poked out, the grass stems Trembling under the moonlight, blood drops rolled down one by one, like morning dewdrops, condensing on the leaves.

He Zhongyin tilted his head, his eyes were full of blackness after blood loss, the last time he experienced this kind of pain in person, it was when he was shot through the viscera by a long arrow while escaping, this time it was worse than last time, it was like Ling Chi The excruciating pain pulled his viscera, leaving him no time to breathe.

The blond hair faded from the tail upwards, and turned from golden to silvery white. The heart-killing grass trembled more violently, and another leaf protruded. The sound of felling, the snowdrift was shaken, and the bamboo tube was shaking from side to side on his chest. He clenched his fists as hard as he could, and wanted to raise his neck to look around, but before he could support it, the thick darkness came over him like night, wrapping him inside. , fell into prostration.