Suo Jinling

He Zhongyin's blood was exhausted, and he bent down after saying a few words, cold sweat drenched his back, radiating cold air from his whole body.

"Sir, it's not advisable to stay here for a long time. If you have something to say, go back and talk about it."

Chen Jing wanted to help him up, but He Zhongyin couldn't stand upright, his fingers were limp and weak, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, soaking most of his face.

"You go down first."

The surrounding soldiers scattered one after another, and suddenly disappeared.

There were only two people outside the forest, and Chen Jing couldn't help anyone, so he just knelt on the ground and propped up He Zhongyin's body: "Mr. Descendants?"

He Zhongyin was startled, his back arched high, like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and the bristles all over his body exploded.

"The Immortal Officer of Qintian Supervisor is from the same family as Mr. Chen Jing said. "Mr.'s bloodline is extraordinary. He has the ability to live and die. The Immortal Officer's bloodline can seek wind and rain, and protect the country and the people of Daliang."

He Zhongyin was speechless, every word Ah Jing uttered was resounding, and every word hit the point, making him unable to refute.

"Sir, the number of times I have been deceived by people in all these years since I was a child is beyond count," Chen Jing said, "If you still have compassion, sir, please stop coaxing me. I will send you back, sir Tell me everything, and tell me everything."

Chen Jing coaxed, but his movements were not chaotic, he put He Zhongyin on the horseback, and sent him directly back to the courtyard, after he settled the people down, he came out to lead the horse, several howling wolves came from all directions, and the green leaves in the forest rustled The sound made the horses panic. Chen Jing stroked the mane of the horses and comforted them softly. He didn't let go of the reins until the horses calmed down, and walked out from the yard, facing the white wolf far away.

The white wolf bared its fangs, arched its back high, and let out a long howl. Those dark green eyes stood in a line, revealing a murderous aura.

Chen Jing didn't change his face, he clenched the long knife in his hand, the muscles in his shoulders and back bulged, and the back of his hand burst out with blue veins.

His face was calm, but his chest was turbulent. The existence of white wolves is very rare, it can be called very few. The only time I saw it in these years... was when a boy rode a white wolf to rescue him.

The white wolf didn't come forward, but bared its teeth and howled at him from a distance, as if threatening something, asking him not to act rashly.

Chen Jing squeezed the space between his eyebrows, recalling the howling of wolves on the day Lan Jingming died, the turbulent wailing was like water waves, coming from all directions, drowning him.

The piles are like broken threads, and they are pieced together again. He grabs the tail of the swimming fish that is drifting away, and pulls it back to him.

The howling of wolves gradually faded and overflowed the forest. Chen Jing stood in the same place and looked up at the sky.

Chen Jing turned around and went back to the room, lit a candle, and a faint sandalwood scent came out, wrapped in silk strands.

"Sir," Chen Jing brought a cup of hot tea and fed it to He Zhongyin, "tell me everything you know."

He Zhongyin lowered his eyelashes and pressed his palms to his chest. He lost too much blood and his eyes turned black. The heart-killing grass that he was thinking about was not on his body.

He didn't know how much Chen Jing knew, and he didn't dare to hide it anymore, he was worried that if he was careless, the Zhuxincao would be crushed and discarded on the spot, and everything would fall short, and it would be irreparable.

Chen Jing sat quietly on the edge of the collapse, took the quilt to cover He Zhongyin's body, folded the square towel to wipe He Zhongyin's sweat, blew hot and cold tea from time to time, and helped He Zhongyin wet his tongue, the more calm and indifferent he was, the more He Zhongyin The more flustered I get, the heart-killing grass is my last hope, no matter what... there can be no more mistakes.

He Zhongyin spoke word by word, and sometimes when he was exhausted, Chen Jing would answer a few more sentences. If the direction was wrong, he could guess right after two more guesses. After leaving Yongkang City, he had less contact with Chen Jing. When he met Chen Jing again, he was already a brave young general. His whole body was full of blood and his temperament was much calmer. Confidentially, I know that I am also difficult for the strong, and the two bloodlines of the witch doctor clan have their own strengths. If he really follows the group's instructions to cure diseases and save people... he should indeed save the immortal official.

But he, He Zhongyin, is used to being self-willed, and he only wants to do what he wants to do, and he only saves the people he wants to save. He must save his own child... But how can he ask Chen Jing to give up saving the fairy officials?

Chen Jing grew up in the general's mansion since he was a child, and his ancestors were full of heroes. In the past, he was subjected to family rules and admonitions. He should put the world first in everything. It doesn't matter which is more important, saving a person or saving the people of Li.

He can confide everything, embellish and recount that the child has been difficult for many years, and he will go through fire and water for the child without hesitation, but how can he force Ah Jing to make the same decision as him?

Chen Jing listened quietly, his fingers were trembling on the couch, his face was neither sad nor happy, his eyes were like glass, revealing a light color, he waited for He Zhongyin to finish everything, and opened his lips to say: "I was in the forest back then. When we met him in the hut, he disguised himself and hid there deliberately, just to sneak into the general's mansion?"

He Zhongyin was speechless.

"Blowing up the dragon veins, stealing the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers, and sending it into the hands of Beiyi Lanchi Aguda, is it also his doing?"

"・・・"

"The dragon's veins were destroyed and ignited, and my sister-in-law was inseparable from others. I asked my husband to go over and have a look. At that time, he stole the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers. My husband wanted to fly an arrow to kill him, but he couldn't do it in the end?"

"Yes."

He Zhongyin lowered his eyelids and dug his nails into his hands.

"I ordered Hongye to bury him generously. Hongye followed the customs of the northern barbarians and did not dare to disobey my order. He had to be buried shallowly on the Taihang Mountain. He was dug out by the white wolf, and he was considered dead. Finally, he met Mr. Is...is that so?"

"Yes."

"His life is hanging by a thread now, his blood is lacking and his five internal organs are damaged, only the Heart-killing grass can save his life, and the spirit pill turned into a heart-killing grass can only save one person. If it is divided into two halves, it will lose all its effects. Ordinary herbs are no different, is that so?"

"Yes."

Chen Jing closed his eyes, the blood holes in his shoulders ached, they spread to all his limbs, lifted his scalp and tore upwards, and the cold air poured down from the Tianling Point, he was thrown into the ice lake, unprecedented The chill came, freezing him into icicles and smashing him into pieces all over the ground.

The bell rang long and loudly, the young man came riding a white wolf on the snow, the black gold arrow bone shot from behind, penetrated the clouds and nailed the branches; prayed in front of the marriage tree, swords and guns were facing each other under the mask of Shura, and the bedroom was turned over Honglang, farewell to heaven and man on Taihang Mountain...

Young people don't know love but only heartbeat. The word of love in this life is originally tied to one person.

"Sir, if Chen Jing chooses his true love, he will betray the soldiers who are shrouded in horse leather, the family precepts of the ancestors, the foundation of the general's mansion, and the common people of the Li people," Chen Jing said, "If he decides to abandon these things, Chen Jing will no longer be Chen Jing Chen Jing will no longer have the face to face his brother and sister-in-law, and will no longer be able to stay in Yongkang City."

He Zhongyin closed his eyes, unable to bear to look at Chen Jing.

Didn't he betray the past, betray the family training, and betray the disciple who trusted him wholeheartedly.

His lips trembled slightly, unable to utter a word.

The door creaked and was pushed open from the inside. Chen Jing walked out of the bedroom and sat on the threshold with his neck hanging down.