【Xue Xiao】Prisoner in the deserted city

Xiao Xingchen said: "The medicine is effective, you won't die."

Xue Yang nodded slightly, and was about to fall asleep with his eyes closed.

Xiao Xingchen touched Xue Yang's forehead, it was still hot, got up and went to the table, fumbled for a glass of warm water, returned to the bed, and said, "Don't sleep, drink the water."

Xue Yang said "En" softly.

Although he answered, he had no strength all over his body, and couldn't get up at all.Xiao Xingchen sat on the edge of the bed, put one hand on Xue Yang's shoulder from below, and supported him up.

Xue Yang leaned obediently in Xiao Xingchen's arms, with his head hanging on his chest.He still couldn't open his eyes, and in the groggy state, he felt a stream of cool water being slowly poured into his mouth, moistening his chapped and dry lips.

He swallowed in small mouthfuls of the clear flow, his throat moving.

Xue Yang coughed again, but fortunately Xiao Xingchen kept his hands steady so that the water didn't spill out.Xiao Xingchen put the cup aside, wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, then helped him lie down slowly, and covered him with the quilt.

Xue Yang felt as if he was on fire, coughing and fell asleep.

Xiao Xingchen sat by the bed, a little dazed.

Just now he took Xue Yang's pulse and confirmed the blood spots. When he touched Xue Yang's wrist and body, he felt a slight unevenness under his palm, and he immediately knew it was a scar.In the ribs, there is still a dislocation between the bone seams.

Xue Yang's physical fitness is very strong, and the injuries on his body have already healed, but it will take some time for the scars to fade, and the broken ribs need time to cultivate.

Xiao Xingchen knew that this was what happened to Xue Yang when he was getting the medicine for him.He didn't know why he was in such a mess, nor did he know that Xue Yang's injuries turned out to be so many and serious.

Special medicines are used on ordinary people, and the effect is very fast. Coupled with hemostatic medicine, they will obviously improve within three or four days. A-Qing is the best example.But on Xue Yang, the effect was slow.

Firstly, Xue Yang’s condition is not in its initial stage. Secondly, Xiao Xingchen speculates that this kind of plague is more lethal to monks, because although cultivators have higher physical fitness than ordinary people, their energy channels are also better than ordinary people. It flows smoothly, and the golden elixir is running. Once infected, the germs will naturally activate in the body.

Xiao Xingchen gave Xue Yang an increased dose of medicine every day, but his condition did not worsen, but there was no sign of recovery either.

Every day, there are doctors and buddies who report to Xiao Xingchen the outside world's condition, and he doesn't need to go out all the time, so Xiao Xingchen hardly leaves this room, and stays by Xue Yang's side, just like Xue Yang was locked up at that time. It's as if the door never leaves A-Qing.

Xiao Xingchen wiped the blood from Xue Yang's body, changed his clothes, and took medicine for his pulse.

Open the windows every day near noon to ventilate, and close them in the evening, because Yicheng enters autumn, and the wind is relatively cool in the morning and evening.

He put a bit of food into Xue Yang's mouth, then passed it down with water, and then took another mouthful of food, and so on.

A-Qing has long been awake and fully recovered.She stood at the door and watched Xiao Xingchen doing these things, she was too meticulous, and she also saw Xiao Xingchen always sitting in front of the bed after finishing everything, even if she couldn't see it, she seemed to be able to see it." Looking" at the person on the bed.

Occasionally, he would sit on the chair next to him, take a nap on the table, and after a while, he would also sit on the side of the bed, and so on.

A-Qing saw everything in her eyes, a pair of white pupils filled with complex expressions.

Xue Yang sometimes fell into a coma and sometimes became sober. He could hear Xiao Xingchen walking back and forth, and vaguely saw the plain white figure in the haze.Xue Yang tilted his head slightly, desperately trying to open his eyes and see clearly, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't see completely, and his body was still burning and painful.

In Xue Yang's confusion, he suddenly thought, and it was the first time he thought: He just couldn't open his eyes completely, so he was already very unwilling and very uncomfortable. Xiao Xingchen had been blind all these years, how did he go from despair to depression? I'm used to it.

He felt that Xiao Xingchen changed his clothes and wiped him, leaned in this man's arms to drink medicine, Xiao Xingchen put his arms on his shoulders, so steady and dedicated.

How can there be such a person as Xiao Xingchen in this world, he has done so many things to him, right and wrong, each and every one of them is harm.Xiao Xingchen should have blamed him for being afraid of him and hating him to death, and the fact is also the same, why did he still do these things for him now.

He also really wanted to ask Xiao Xingchen, why, why did you bother.

In fact, the answer is obvious, it's just that one doesn't want to face it, refuses to admit it, and the other is deeply trapped in a demonic obstacle, pressing every step of the way.

A long and dark sigh welled up from the bottom of Xue Yang's heart, long and deep, like hatred, resentment, joy, sadness, despair, hope, the melancholy sadness of late autumn evening, and the germination of all things in early spring.

If everything could start over, Xue Yang, with his experience and personality, would still treat this person like this.

But if it is true that everything can be done again, can he jump out of his own paranoia even a little bit to know about Stardust?

"Xue Yang."

Afraid that he could not hear clearly, Xiao Xingchen leaned over and said to him: "Your condition is more serious than others. I have thought about it these days, and this medicine lacks an ingredient that is very important to monks. Now I will Go outside the city to pick it up, you are born and raised here, Doctor Zhang will take care of you."

Xue Yang lay on the bed, as if in a dream, and said slowly, "Will you come back...?"

Xiao Xingchen paused for a moment, but Xue Yang didn't hear the answer, and was replaced by a slight sound of closing the door.

Xiao Xingchen flew with the sword, he was blind and couldn't see, but Shuanghua was able to judge the direction by himself, and led him through thousands of mountains and rivers to a place.

It is far away from human habitation, separated by green water, surrounded by mountains, hazy as if surrounded by mist, and the mist is like a barrier, like isolating this place from the outside world.At this time, the outside world has fallen leaves in late autumn. Looking down, the vast Cangshan Mountain is still green and endless, and the change of seasons slows down here.

It is the area where Sanren in Baoshan live.

Since Xiao Xingchen came down from the mountain, many things have happened, and he has experienced many changes. Everything is his own choice, except that he had to break his oath, and went back to Baoshan behind Zichen's back to beg his master to change his eyes. At that time, no matter what happened, he never dared to miss this place, let alone come back.

Of course he didn't come back this time, he just thought that the herbal medicine only grows here, he thought about collecting some and then went back, he would never stay longer, and he felt unworthy to approach that mountain peak.

Xiao Xingchen stood among the green cypresses in the mountains, the wind blowing through the mountains and forests gently blowing his clothes and hair into the air.

He knelt down towards the main peak, the highest among the mountains.The peak soars into the clouds, seems distant and near, hazy, but when you look closely, it is clear and beautiful.

Xiao Xingchen said: "Since I came down from the mountain, I have touched people and things, and I have been tossed and turned in various ways. I finally know that things are impermanent, but people's hearts may not be evil. Even if there are vicious and sinister, it is not unforgivable. Only the extreme ones, disturb the wind and the water. , Disasters happen again and again, the world is innocent! Disciple trusts evil people in vain, does a lot of mistakes, hands are already stained with blood, I don’t deserve to appeal to you, but the people are innocent, the epidemic in Yicheng is raging, and there are countless deaths and injuries. I hope Master bless the plague to subside , and all peoples shall remain forever."

After Xiao Xingchen finished speaking, he bowed three times in a row.

He has experienced many things, and his heart is already sinking, but now he is talking about these things, touching the scene, his heart is inevitably sore for a while, and he almost falls to the ground.

It took Xiao Xingchen three days in a row to collect a few herbs.The herbal medicine grows in this area rich in aura, and is blessed by the rain and dew. It grows slowly and has a single root and seedling. It is extremely rare, not to mention that Xiao Xingchen can't see it, so he can only look for it based on the area where it grows and its habits.The wild animals and raptors in the mountains are everywhere, and it is inevitable that they will not be attacked. Fortunately, there is spiritual power to protect the body, so that they can avoid the embarrassment.

Xiao Xingchen put the medicine close to his body and called out Shuanghua.

With the Shuanghua sword in front of him, Xiao Xingchen was in a daze. He didn't go up for a long time, and finally he turned his head and "looked" between the mountains.

The air is humid and moist, clear and refreshing, the wind is soft, and the unknown big bird spreads its wings and hovers in the air, howling and singing.

Between the heavens and the earth, in the Qionglin, he seemed to see a young man wearing Taoist robes, holding a whisk in his arms, and carrying a long sword, saying goodbye to the master's back repeatedly, and then from the distant place Slowly descending the mountain, he devoted himself to the vast world he yearned for without hesitation.

Everything seems to be a thing of the previous life.It is said that the big dream of three lives is actually just one life. Many people don't realize until the last moment that a person lives for one life, after all, there is more suffering than happiness.I don't know if these short decades are enough to digest all the pain and disappointment, and whether I can bear the never-ending joys and sorrows.