[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

After a few more days, everything in Emperor Qiu's Palace was calm and peaceful.

I told the Jeju puppet master the ultimate medicinal material for healing internal injuries, and he didn't ask too much, so he told the palace master the method of stealing the jade blood jade from Zhi's body.

Stealing fat is a kind of spirit beast that appeared in the red blood giant tree. According to the handwriting of my father and master, this beast has green blood in its body, which can cure all stubborn diseases caused by internal injuries in the world, which is quite rare.

And to get Jade Blood Jade, the only way is to defeat Stealing Fatty.I didn't tell the Palace Master about this method before, not only because of Jiang Wuque, but more importantly because it was too dangerous to challenge spirit beasts, and it would easily cost a few lives.But I didn't expect that the person sent by the palace master to fetch the medicine turned out to be Xie Xinghen. I almost fainted when I heard the news, but fortunately, no matter how dangerous Jumu and his party were, Xie Xinghen finally returned safe and sound, and brought back Jasper Jade.

But maybe it was really self-inflicted, and just as the Palace Master's injury had a chance to heal, his thoughts returned to Jiang Wuque.

Afterwards, I thought, if I could stand by and let the man's internal injuries worsen, if he died, Jiang Wuque would be able to live.

But when I thought of saving the palace master, I didn't think of Jiang Wuque.

By the time I thought of Jiang Wuque, it was already too late.

As soon as Xie Xinghen stepped into the Hall of Emperor Qiu, the palace master didn't even bother to ask what the Jade Blood Jade looked like, so he hurriedly called Xie Xinghen to the cell.

I wasn't there at the time, but I just listened to the guards recall that the young master was called to the cell for the first time, and the result of the call was that Jie Xinghen stabbed Jiang Wuque fiercely with his sword.

When I arrived in the cell, Jiang Wuque looked like a dying man.

He was still hanging from the wall with his hands locked. I didn't dare to move him casually, so I could only let him be hung temporarily.

"Cheer up!" I went to press the wound on his heart, his whole clothes were wet with blood, this sword was only a little bit off the point, and Jie Xinghen's swordsmanship, I never had any doubts .

Locking the acupoints with needles, the constant bleeding finally gradually stopped.

I looked at Jiang Wuque, his eyes were half open, still awake.

"What happened?" I asked. "What the hell happened?"

But he didn't say a word, just looked at the ground of the cell in front of him motionless, the smell of blood permeated the whole cell, I frowned and began to treat his wound.

There was not enough medicine for the wound, so I threw the empty medicine bottle aside.

"Jiang Wuque!" I tried very hard to resist the urge to shake him with my hands, "Say something, don't do this, the fire in your chest will only make your injury worse, did you hear that!? "

He was still unresponsive, his eyes were open with no focus, he was not looking at anything at all, and he shouldn't be able to see anything, like that time when he unintentionally revealed the secret of Mingyu Gong, like every time he had a nightmare Seeing Tie Xinlan falling off the cliff, he woke up from the nightmare and didn't know where he was for a long time. This time, the nightmare brought to him by Jie Xinghen was so long that he couldn't wake up easily.

This is the first time he saw Jiang Yun after eight years of thinking about it. I think that even without the sword wound on his heart, he would not be able to calmly face his own flesh and blood who became the adopted son of the enemy, even if Xie Xinghen hadn't stabbed him once. Jian, he still won't have a better time, not necessarily better than now.

Because of all this, he tacitly allowed it to happen.I once thought about telling Xie Xinghen the truth, but Jiang Wuque's reaction was very violent, he refused, he didn't want Xie Xinghen to die, but finally saw Jiang Yun living in hell with his own eyes.

"Just wait a moment." I told Jiang Wuque, who was unresponsive, "Don't move around, I'll go out to get the medicine, and I'll be right back."

Jiang Wuque's injury was too serious, and he was delayed from daytime to nighttime. I packed all the external medicines in the medicine room in my arms and ran all the way back.

Before reaching the cell, I saw a yellow figure flashing across the corner of the hallway, heading towards the cell.

I tiptoed after him, approaching the iron door of the prison cell, I turned sideways and hid behind the wall.

The yellow figure is a little girl about seven or eight years old, dressed well, with first-class skills, and with obvious accessories. She is Qiu Xinliu, the daughter of the Palace Master and Mrs. Hu.

I once saw her from a distance by the side of the training ground, so I can recognize her.

But when she got outside the cell, she didn't go in immediately, instead she leaned her head against the iron door to listen to the sound inside.

The iron door was not closed, proving that someone entered the cell, and that person is still in the cell.

Qiu Xinliu listened for about half a cup of tea, then suddenly straightened up, opened the door and entered the cell.

She was obviously very anxious, and she spoke in a voice so loud that even I, who was standing at the corner, could clearly hear her.

"Jie Xinghen—" she said, "I finally caught you. You secretly drugged your father's prisoner. I'll go back and tell my father to see how he punishes you!"

The clear woman's voice, what she said was clearly a threat, but no matter how she sounded like coquettish flirting, she must like Jie Xinghen, I thought to myself, just based on today's actions and her words, I can be sure , she must be very concerned about Xie Xinghen.

But I couldn't hear Xie Xinghen's response clearly. He lowered his voice, and soon the two of them walked out of the cell. Qiu Xinliu ran away crying, but Xie Xinghen didn't chase after him to comfort him.

Walking to the wall, Xie Xinghen turned his gaze to my invisible position, "Come out!"

I could only slowly walk out of the shadows. When he saw me, he was taken aback, "Why are you?"

"I'm a doctor who treats prisoners, so of course I'll be here." I explained, looking at his night clothes by the way, obviously doing something without the permission of the temple master.

"Seeing me tonight..." he asked, "Can you please not tell anyone?"

I remembered Qiu Xinliu's threat to break into the cell earlier, so I asked, "Did you beg Miss like that just now?"

"No."

"no?"

He looked at me, his eyes turned cold, "I just told her that if she said it, my sword would pierce her throat."

I wasn't too surprised. It wasn't the first day I knew that Xie Xing hated being cold-blooded.When Jiang Wuque said that he killed the first person on a mission for the first time when he was seven years old, I thought it was funny. When Xie Xinghen was seven years old, he had already killed many people for the palace master. With all kinds of forces, he was not as lucky as Jiang Wuque, and he didn't meet someone like Yaoyue Lianxing who pursued perfection, so he trained Jiang Wuque to be perfect.

To the Palace Master, Xie Xinghen has always been just a dog used to kill people.

Seeing that I didn't answer, he waited quietly.

"Will you kill me too?" I asked. "If I tell someone about this, will you kill me too?"

The other party didn't speak, but the sword in his hand suddenly became tighter.

"I know, don't worry, I won't tell anyone." I promised.

Xie Xinghen left, and I re-entered the cell, only to find that the sword wound on Jiang Wuque's chest had been drugged.

"Is it Xie Xinghen?" I asked Jiang Wuque, who had reacted a little bit. He nodded, and there was still a trace of panic on his face that had not subsided. This panic was not the fear of a mouse seeing a cat, not fear, but It was desolation, he didn't dare to face Xie Xinghen, or he never wanted to face him.

"You know, when he was born, he was not yet nine months old..."

Jiang Wuque spoke suddenly, with a slightly closed voice, uttering this irrelevant sentence.

"What's less than nine months old?" I interjected.

He closed his eyes and passed out.

But I'm just an interface, but I already know that I was taken to Qiuhuang Palace before the nine-month mark.

The so-called misfortunes never come singly. It took half a year to heal the sword wound on Jiang Wuque's heart. However, in half a year, the wounds could not only heal, but also accumulate.The palace master tortured Jiang Wuque until the end until he lost interest, so he took his men out of Qiuhuang Palace, and when he came back, he brought Jiang Wuque a big news.

Jiang Xiaoyu died.

The hall master brought back all kinds of evidence at the same time, just to prove that Jiang Xiaoyu, like Tie Xinlan, fell into the abyss of the fairy cloud stack in the snow mountain and died without a whole body.

"He was looking for you!" said the Palace Master, pausing every word, "He died for you!"

"Little Yuer..." Jiang Wuque murmured in a low voice, and then there was a constant silence.

The master of the temple beat him with a whip dipped in salt water, but he remained silent.

"Little Yu'er is dead..." After the hall master left, Jiang Wuque was hanging on the wall and muttering to himself.

I walked up to him, and when I touched him, he struggled suddenly, and the chains that locked him rattled.

But his face remained calm, the veins on his neck were bulging one by one, he made his wrists to be bloody, but he kept his mouth tightly shut and said nothing.

"Jiang Wuque..." I called him in horror, if he couldn't catch his breath, he would die.

"Jiang Wuque..."

I went to touch his hand, and he seemed to be suddenly manic without warning, and then suddenly quiet again without warning.

Guardian Zuo walked up to me, wanting to unlock the iron lock on Jiang Wuque's hand.

A string of blood spilled from the corner of the prisoner's mouth. He was just panting, his chest rising and falling like a dying beast.

"You will have today." The voice of the guardian sounded, even with a hint of a smile, "I thought you really didn't care about anything."

I turned my head and saw the corner of the protector's lips raised mockingly. In his eyes, Jiang Wuque was a monster who needed no mercy.

They have long regarded him as a monster, not afraid of pain, no matter how seriously injured he is, he will not resist, or even react. In his eyes, it was just a corpse that could move and breathe, but there was nothing that could not be regarded as a human being.

After a while, everyone except me left the cell.

Jiang Wuque was thrown on the ground and curled up into a ball.

"are you OK……"

I put my hand on his back, and he didn't move, deaf to my inquiries.

At night, he suddenly grabbed my hand and woke me up from my sleep.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw wet tears on his face, but he smiled, "Xinlan..." he called to me, "Where have you been, why can't I find you everywhere?" ..."

"Jiang Wuque?" I was startled by him and suddenly woke up. I stretched out my hand to touch his forehead, and suddenly he grabbed the other hand. "You scared me to death..." He grabbed my hand and whispered to himself, "They all said you were dead, I don't believe it...it's all a lie..."

Jiang Wuque's eyes were already distracted at this moment, and the bleeding from the pain made the hair around his mouth sticky and tangled on his face.

"Jiang Wuque..." I shook his hand vigorously, "Look clearly, I am Sun Yingyu, not Tie Xinlan."

"It's not Tie Xinlan..." He just repeated my words blankly, but he didn't seem to understand the meaning of the words at all.

"Jiang Wuque." I pulled out my hand and hugged him, "You can't do this, you promised me that you would stick to it."

He put his head on my shoulder meekly, "...persevere...second master...of course I will...persevere..."

"Jiang Wuque!"

Pushing him away, pinching his arm and feeling that his bones are going to be crushed in the next moment, I shook him, and finally he spurted a mouthful of blood onto my face, "Little fish..." He unconsciously limp Come to me and say the name.

Then he lost consciousness.

When I woke up the next day, the fever subsided, but I was still in a trance and unconscious.No matter how I try my best, he doesn't respond and remains indifferent, making me feel like I exist like air.

But as air, he was out of breath, so he could only ask him in the end: "Do you still remember that your name is Jiang Wuque?"

If you don’t get a response, no matter how good-tempered a person is, there will be times when he is powerless, "Do you want to die? If so, tell me, I have a way to let you go down to find Jiang Xiaoyu, and even let you skip death completely." agony."

He turned his face away, obviously not interested in my suggestion.

"Jiang Wuque, say something..." I gently pushed him, "I'm scared of you like this..."

"Helu..." He finally opened his mouth, but he called someone by the name of someone who didn't exist at all, "I forgot the second chapter of Miaojiang Fengwuzhi..." He said lightly, leaning his head against the wall of the cell , "... the master will punish me... you help me copy the other half..."

"..."

I sighed, first I was Tie Xinlan, last night I was the second master, and now I am Helu again, "Why don't you say, Sun Yingyu, I have a headache and foot pain, come and help me heal my head and feet?"

Before the self-deprecating words reached his ears, the door of the cell was pushed open at this moment.

The puppeteer stood beside me, condescendingly looking down at the half-dead man.

"It seems to be almost better..." The puppet master waved his hand, motioning for me to disappear automatically.

I frowned, but couldn't refute.

Walking to the door, I suddenly heard a loud slap—"Jiang Wuque!"

Back in the cell again, Jiang Wuque's eyes had regained focus.

I didn't expect this. I thought the puppet master was only responsible for destroying people's will, but I didn't expect him to restore Jiang Wuque's sanity.

"How are you feeling," I routinely asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

He looked at me and just shook his head.

I sat next to him and heard him say, "Failed again..."

"What failed again?"

"Puppet art."

My eyelids twitched, and the medicine bottle I was holding fell to the ground with a "jingle", "What did you say?!"

He smiled lightly, as if he was only talking about a trivial matter, "Maybe next time... I should try to cooperate more..."

"Jiang Wuque!"

He smiled and cast his gaze, "Why, what are you going to persuade me this time? Persevere? For Yun'er?"

I was stunned, and he finished what I wanted to say at once, "Isn't it supposed to be like this?"

"No." He shook his head. "When you were persuading me, you thought it was right to do this, but did you ever think about it? I'm very tired, and I just hope it's over soon."

"but……"

He smiled, and looked at me with gentle eyes, like an elder looking at a younger generation, or someone looking at a young man who has never experienced anything before, "A man once advised me that if I had to kill Xiao Yu'er, I would die with other people. It would be better for me to die... At that time, I didn't want to die, but I agreed, and now I don't have no choice, but I don't want to choose..."

After hesitating for a moment, I stretched out my hand to hold Jiang Wuque's hand, "Then you are wrong, you are tired because you haven't really despaired, and you have persisted for so long, not a year or two, I didn't persuade you at the beginning. You, it is you who are willing to bear everything for Xie Xinghen. So now you are just tired, but you still know in your heart that the road has not yet come to an end, otherwise the puppet technique would have been successful early on, and it would not have been delayed until now..."

Jiang Wuque frowned and smiled, unable to tell whether it was joy or sadness.