Suo Jinling

He Zhongyin sighed secretly, and took out the spirit pill from his bosom. The whole body of the pill was as clear as jade, overflowing with elegant sandalwood.

Lan Jingming was silent and fell into a coma, his pulse was stagnant and dry, and it took a long time to beat, He Zhongyin didn't know if this spirit pill could still be useful... But no matter what, he had to try it.

He Xiuzhu brought the water and trotted all the way into the courtyard. He wanted to rush straight into the bedroom, but after thinking about it, he took two steps back and turned to look at Chen Jing.

Dad said before that the general was afraid of them, so he had to come from Yongkang City overnight to the mountain temple, and he didn't go back for several days, so why did the general send it back when Dad came back from gathering medicine?

Chen Jing sat on the threshold, with his head held inwards between his hands, his neck drooped, and he didn't say a word, his whole figure was like a dying stone, without a trace of vitality.

He Xiuzhu circled around on the spot twice, and couldn't bear to turn around and leave, so he had to pass the water across: "Drink the water, I'll go get a new bowl."

Having said this three times, Chen Jing just woke up from a dream, and took the water bowl in a daze: "Thank you."

Chen Jing's eye sockets were sunken, the fundus of his eyes was bloodshot, his left cheek was highly swollen, his neck and arms were cut off by fangs, bloody and bloody, bleeding out, and faintly scabbed.

He Xiuzhu was dumbfounded, he couldn't see clearly from a distance, but he could see clearly from a close view, this general fought with some kind of beast and tossed himself into this appearance.

"You, you change your clothes first." He Xiuzhu pulled him up from the ground and pushed him to his bedroom. "Have you bandaged your shoulders? The flesh and blood are all torn, and I will bandage you later."

Chen Jing was pushed into the bedroom in a daze, and sat on the bed with a few sets of plain clothes on his knees, which seemed to be freshly aired, with a faint scent of soap.

"Yomo, your clothes don't fit you well, but there's nothing I can do. I only have these here." He Xiuzhu rubbed his forehead hair, and retreated to close the door, "Come out after changing."

The door was closed inward, shaking out a few wisps of floating ash, and the whole room was empty, except for a faint sandalwood.

Chen Jing flicked the clothes on his knees, and the long-lost tranquility rose up, calming the heat on his body, and gradually sank down.

He Xiuzhu got a new bowl of water, stepped into the bedroom in a hurry, sent the water bowl to the side, and stared at Lan Jingming's face.

He Zhongyin melted the spirit pills into the water, spilled out a bowl that was bright and clear, pulled Lan Jingming into his arms, and fed it little by little.

Lan Jingming didn't know how to swallow, so he had to feed a bowl of water for two hours before it got into his throat.

He Zhongyin's heart was hanging in his throat, his eyes were fixed on the child, he didn't dare to move, he heard from his sister that as long as he had one breath, the heart-killing grass could save people, but now the child has been slow. Waking up, there was no difference from before, he felt uneasy in his chest, and he didn't dare to take it lightly.

Lan Jingming fell into a deep sleep, as if falling into a wonderful dream, unwilling to open his eyes.

He Xiuzhu was so anxious that he tiptoed to the side to watch, wishing he could reach out and push his brother violently a few times to shake his brother awake from his dream.

He Zhongyin lost too much blood and lacked strength, leaning on it, he couldn't sit still, his eyes were red and white, and he tilted his head and fell to the ground. He Xiuzhu hurriedly helped him up: "Father, why is your hair gray?"

He Xiuzhu rubbed his eyes and helped him to the chair: "What kind of herb did you use, why did you have white hair?"

Seeing that his father refused to answer, He Xiuzhu's heartstrings tensed, and his chest was filled with strong uneasiness: "What else are you hiding from me?"

He Zhongyin got a headache from the noise, leaned on the table and pushed his forehead: "Let's see your brother first, I don't know when he will wake up."

He Xiuzhu's head swelled into two. He looked here and there, seeing that his father refused to rest, so he had to put the two bamboo couches together and let his father lie down for a while.

He Zhongyin was lying on the couch, exhausted and sleepy, his eyes half-opened and half-closed, refusing to rest for a long time, He Xiuzhu couldn't stand it any longer, so he quietly pricked the acupuncture point with a silver needle, sending He Zhongyin into a deep sleep, he put his father Sending him back to the bedroom, he walked back to Lan Jingming's side, squatted beside him and looked left and right, leaned forward to lift his eyelids, and gently pushed Lan Jingming's shoulder, trying to wake him up.

"My good brother, you should wake up earlier." He Xiuzhu drooped his shoulders and hummed dejectedly, "At first, he could even say a few perfunctory words. He bickered with me when he was in a bad mood, and later he said let my father and I live a good life and leave Go far away here, and then say nothing to you and never return... You may have forgotten that the first time I met you back then, you were still wearing a hairpin skirt, and you could kick me eight hundred with one kick Zhang Yuan..."

He Xiu babbled, some said a lot, Lan Jingming lay quietly and turned a deaf ear, showing no signs of waking up, he had been worried for the past few days, and there was not a day when he could sleep peacefully. There was a Chen Jing who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. He Xiuzhu rubbed his hair, turned his head into a chicken coop, and spun around on the ground with his messy hair. Remembering the wound on Chen Jing, he couldn't help but go out to find someone. After searching around the bedroom in the courtyard a few times, I found someone in the kitchen.

"What are you doing?"

"Roast rabbits," Chen Jing said, "roast a few rabbits to fill your stomachs."

The five rabbits were half baked, and they were pitifully skewered on the lottery. He Xiuzhu immediately understood that this Chen Jing was not roasting rabbits. It was obvious that he couldn't relieve his many worries, so he forced himself to find something to do.

"I'll bandage your wound first," He Xiuzhu said, "Leave the rabbit there, no one can eat it."

Chen Jing seemed to have lost most of his three souls and seven souls. He Xiuzhu pressed him on the chair to bind the wound, and even sprinkled the medicine powder without feeling the pain. : "I heard from my father that Zhuxincao has the ability to life and death human flesh and bones. After Jingming drank this medicine, he should wake up. I don't know why he is still asleep. He told me a few days ago that this life is enough, and I can see you again." We, God really treats him kindly, what if he feels that the grievances are over and he doesn't want to wake up..."

He babbled on for a long time, Chen Jing listened silently, his brows and eyes drooped and he didn't breathe, the blood mixed with the smell of medicine drifted away, shallowly overflowing in the wind.

He Xiuzhu wrapped up the wound for someone, and since he returned to Lan Jingming, he stood guard by the side. A few days ago, he was afraid that his younger brother would lose his breath, so he insisted on keeping his eyes open for a few days. Now he is exhausted physically and mentally, and can no longer hold on. Talking to my younger brother on the pillow, there was a word of humming and chirping, and the second half of the conversation became shallower, and gradually I couldn't hear it.

The forest was desolate, the temple was full of birds chirping, and in the middle of the night, everything was silent in the courtyard. The door was opened a thin crack. Chen Jing walked in, moved in inch by inch, and looked at the couch under the light of a ray of moonlight. on the figure.

He Xiuzhu slept on his back, drooling, one thigh straddled Lan Jingming's chest, and the other pressed against Lan Jingming's neck, as if he wanted to kick him down, Chen Jing unceremoniously kicked He Xiuzhu Pulling aside, he sat on the edge of the collapse, helped Lan Jingming half of his body, and hugged him in his arms.

The missing piece of the chest was filled.

Originally, the cold wind howled, the chest was filled with majestic coolness, and there was ice in the breath, which penetrated from the throat to the lungs.

Now the coldness subsided, the missing viscera were filled with warmth, Chen Jing became hot and trembling all over.

"Do you hate me?"

Chen Jing raised his arm, stroked Lan Jingming's eyebrows, passed through two thin scars, touched the red mark on the corner of his lips, and stroked it lightly a few times.

"It would have been better if I hadn't been saved back then."

Moved his fingers over and rubbed Lan Jingming's earlobe, where the emerald green stone fell, round and round, exuding warmth.

"After taking away the Hunyuan map of mountains and rivers, I'll go find you."

The skirt was loose, revealing the slender collarbone. Chen Jing brushed over the two thin bones, held Lan Jingming's shoulders, and pressed him even tighter.

"In Beiyi's tent, under the water dungeon, above the city wall, at the bottom of Taihang Mountain... I wish I could recognize you."

The bright moon emits a brilliant light, crawls inward from the window lattice, gathers on Lan Jingming's cheeks, and flows down slowly.

Silent all night.

When He Xiuzhu woke up the next day, his back was sore and his back was aching, he had two heavy dark circles under his eyes, and he raised his hand to rub his messy hair.

He had a strange dream all night, all of which were related to picking up the child. His father stood high in the air, and a goddess threw bamboo baskets down like flowers. The bamboo baskets were of different lengths and sizes, and each of them flew down from mid-air. , Shooting straight at Lin, he ran back and forth on the ground, turning and turning, dancing in a ball like a lion dance, hugging the baskets one by one, for fear of falling into anyone.

The whole night was spent picking up baskets, He Xiuzhu woke up out of breath, waved his fist a few times in the air, and stopped on Lan Jingming's cheek, looking left and right, he couldn't move his hand, so he had to use his fist For the palm, pinch Lan Jingming's cheeks, and stretch out from both sides: "When will you wake up—huh?"

He Xiuzhu's eyes widened, he took two steps back with hands and feet, his back pressed against the edge of the slump, a moment later his Adam's apple rolled, he came forward cautiously, grabbed a few strands of hair, and held them up to his eyes to look at.

Hair grows.

The broken hair hangs on the shoulders, it is much longer than before, and the tail of the hair is faintly golden, much more flexible than before.

He Xiuzhu took a long breath, raised his hand to rub his eyes, and brushed away the broken hair for Lan Jingming.

The originally pale skin was blood-colored, the scars were much lighter, and the few lines on the face were so pale that they were almost transparent.

He Xiuzhu couldn't sit still anymore, he rolled and fell to the ground, rushed out the door and looked up at the sky, his eyes were stung by the sunlight.

The area around Yongkang City is covered with snow all the year round, and the days to see the sun are few and far between, but now the thick clouds have dispersed and the sun is shining brightly. In the courtyard, it is dizzying.

He Xiuzhu groped for a long time, found a pillar, raised his head and slammed into it, trying to wake himself up from his dream and return to the present world.

Standing in the sea of ​​flowers, Chen Jing turned his head to look at the person who came. The two of them looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes. The same dark circles under their eyes turned into boulders, and their eyelids were pulled down, unable to move at all.

The next moment there was a sudden change, a wave of air overflowed from the bedroom, the door was creaked, and it hit the threshold with a thud, the two of them were startled and rushed back and forth to the bedroom, the air wave suddenly became bigger, Surging outward like a stormy wave, He Xiuzhu was too close, and was pushed outward by the wind and waves, and was caught by Chen Jing in mid-air, so he didn't hit the rock.

The ruined temple was shaken by the blowing, the melon and fruit tray fell to the ground, the flesh was shattered everywhere, the withered grass was scattered everywhere, and the young buds and green branches in the courtyard were all bent, as if they were worshiping something.

He Xiuzhu sat on the ground, blinded by the strong wind, so he had to fold his arms and hug Chen Jing's calf, so as not to be blown away and unable to crawl back.

After half an hour, the wind finally stopped.