For three consecutive days, Jing Che and Si Ming were on the way to Jiahuang Mountain. Although they were discovered in the city, the news probably had not reached the imperial capital yet, not to mention that they were heading towards Jiahuang Mountain. The road was sparsely populated, and no one would have thought that they would fall into the will of the throne.
What they didn't know was that Baili Fengjian had been following them all the time, but every time he was not too far, Jing Che and Si Ming walked forward, and he arrived, as if he was hiding and catching, destined to be staggered.
When he arrived at Jiahuang Mountain, Jing Che did not let Si Ming see him off anyway. Si Ming stared at the magnificent mountain and stopped leaving for a long time, and said for a while: "I seem to have been to this place."
Jing Che was not surprised and said casually: "Because you used to live on this mountain."
"I remember there is a secret entrance to this mountain." Si Ming frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly said.
"Seriously?" Jing Che's eyes were filled with joy. This time, she made Si Ming look like an old lady, her face full of ugly folds, and her eyes were slightly bright, which was completely inconsistent with the vividness of her age.
Si Ming stared into her eyes and showed an extremely rare smile, and then he said, "I don't remember how he left."
Jing Che suddenly felt defeated, and felt powerless in the face of this vast mountain - even after a thousand years, she was not very familiar with the terrain of this mountain, let alone a thousand years ago.
"But try to figure it out." Si Ming added.
So Si Ming took Jing Che around the foot of Jiahuang Mountain. Si Ming closed his eyes and took Jing Che to walk with his subconscious mind. The thorny shrubs became denser and denser. The more he looked, the less it looked like the entrance. Until the end, the clothes were covered with holes. Si Ming opened his eyes deflatedly and said, "It's off."
Then he took Jingche to walk from scratch.
In the second chapter, Si Ming walked on a wide main road. Later, as he walked, he deviated from the main road. The road became steeper and steeper. As he saw it was about to be vertical, another turn paved the road and kept walking, there was a cliff ahead. Si Ming opened his eyes and rubbed his hair with slight annoyance: "I'm wrong again."
Go back to the starting point again and go again.
In the third chapter, Si Ming walked a normal mountain road. Although it was not wide, there were no thorns everywhere. He walked longer than the first two. After walking out for a long time, Jing Che was secretly happy in his heart that it was this road. However, he did not expect that after two hours of walking out, he encountered a barrier barrier in front. There was indeed no wrong road leading to Jiahuang Mountain behind the barrier, but they could not pass through this barrier.
Jing Che was almost sitting on the ground, but simply stopped leaving. He held up his sad eyes and dared not let Si Ming see it, for fear that it would hurt his immature mind, so he sat on the rock by the road with his head in his arms. His face had walked too much because of the cold wind, and a strange flush appeared.
Si Ming walked back and forth a few times in front of her, but suddenly squatted down in front of her.
"Yeah?" Jing Che was slightly stunned.
"I'll carry you back," Si Ming said very calmly, "It was me who made you go so many roads in vain."
Jing Che laughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed: "No need..."
But after a few shirks, he couldn't stand the fatigue of calling out of calluses and climbed onto Si Ming's broad shoulders.
Si Ming blushed slightly in a place where Jing Che couldn't see it, but the expression flew away. He immediately showed an extremely calm expression on his face, stood up and held Jing Che tightly and walked back.
The woman on her back is very thin, so light that it makes people feel almost heartbreaking.
The town at the foot of Jiahuang Mountain is also called Yizhao Town. When Jing Che and Si Ming checked in the inn, the waiter was particularly polite and supported Jing Che and walked upstairs.
It seems that there are no one with extremely high cultivation here, but Jing Che did not take it lightly. This is a subordinate of the Nanqiong Sect, so it is hard to guarantee that they will not meet one or two masters, so they dragged it here for a day.
Several pieces of waste paper had been thrown on the ground, and Jing Che had already looked desperate: "Can you think it out?"
Si Ming closed his eyes tightly, holding a brush in his hand and continued to walk and draw on the rice paper. The lines he drew were messy and had no logic at all.
In the end, Jing Che gave up and thought that he had no intention of expecting Si Ming anyway, so he could only search for it slowly by himself.
That night, Jing Che took advantage of Si Ming's sleeping and left the Inn in Yizhao Town. It was not only because her spiritual power was only available at night, but also because she had the intention to not let Si Ming follow. Sometimes he obeyed people's words and kept silent in everything, but when he was stubborn, he had no choice.
It was already midnight, so it was said that passers-by shouldn't come in to beat the ball again at this point. But when Jing Che was going downstairs, someone came in at the door. The heroic voice almost forgot to disguise and wanted to stand up and look.
But she still held back.
She whispered and coughed slowly by Baili Fengjian. His eyes followed her in confusion all the way, but when she was about to step out, Baili Fengjian said, "Old lady, where are you going so late?"
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out from behind Jing Che. She coughed while pretending to be hoarse: "Cough...cough...cough...cough..."
She said as she stepped out of the inn door and wanted to escape, but Baili Fengjian chased her reluctantly and supported her: "It's hard to walk on the road, so why don't I help you?"
"Young man... cough... how can you be so embarrassed..." Jing Che moved away quietly, unable to show great strength to break free, but was naturally held by Baili Fengjian's hand. He held her shoulder with one hand and her hand with the other. This posture cleverly made Jing Che unable to struggle on both sides.
Baili Feng indirectly said: "Following the old lady's condition, I'm afraid that ordinary clinics will not be able to treat it. Why don't I take you to Jiahuang Mountain to find the Taoist priests to treat it?"
Jing Che coughed even harder, but this time she was not pretending, but was choked by her saliva. She couldn't guess whether Baili Fengjian recognized her or not, but she never thought that he would take the initiative to take her to Jiahuang Mountain. Although she tried her best to avoid Baili Fengjian, the temptation was too great.
While she was hesitating, she saw that her hands were not huddled in her sleeves. The hands were green onion and slender, not as wrinkles as on her face. At first glance, she knew that the old lady looked like a disguise. Baili Fengjian could not see it. I was afraid that it was to take her to Jiahuang Mountain to invite you into the trap.
But without Baili Fengjian, it would be difficult for her to climb to Jiahuang Mountain. Then she thought, she simply acted to the end and said to Baili Fengjian: "I will bother the young people like this."
Baili Fengjian smiled confidently and calmly, and supported the so-called old lady and walked out of the inn gate.
As soon as he arrived at the stable, Baili Fengjian slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, old lady, I almost forgot that you are in poor health and can't ride a horse. You didn't say anything, I'll borrow a carriage for you now."
Jing Che had quickly refuted him in his heart, "As long as you move faster, everything else doesn't matter. I have a good body, I can actually travel thousands of miles a day, Master." But these words were all held in my stomach, I raised a weak smile on my face, nodded to Baili Fengjian and signaled to borrow a carriage.
Just borrowing a carriage, he borrowed it to the third day of the day. Jingche realized that Baili Fengjian was delaying time. He wanted to delay it until the daytime. After he had spiritual power, he would not have to be so kind and disguised on her in a layer of disguise.
Jing Che was slightly anxious, and could only pretend to be haggard and terminally ill.
When I finally set off on the road, the sky was already bright gray and white, and the crescent moon appeared and disappeared in the west. There were occasional movements and occasional sounds of birds singing from some point.
Jing Che was restless when he sat in the carriage. Baba was looking forward to entering the barrier of Jiahuang Mountain at dawn. But Baili Fengma was controlling the speed and slowly riding his horse. Every once in a while, he would lean in: "Old lady, this mountain road is bumpy, I need to walk slowly."
"Is this mountain road very bumpy? I think it's clear that the road is flat enough to see it." Naturally, this was not said. Jing Che said hoarsely: "Young man, if you dare to walk at night, you may be careful. There may be some mountain monsters on the road, but you can't escape even if you run back."
"Don't worry, old lady. Although I am not as powerful as the Taoist priests of the Nanqiong Sect, I still have the ability to deal with mountain spirits and wild monsters."
Jing Che's words tied a knot on his tongue, and he was choked by a mouthful of saliva, and his face turned red.
Baili Fengma simply stopped and stopped rushing the car. He got into the carriage and stroked the old lady's back patiently, saying, "Old lady, please speak slowly - why don't I stop here for a while and you can rest?"
Jing Che grabbed Baili Fengma's hand with a very ugly expression: "A little later, maybe my old woman might die."
Baili Fengma smiled understandingly: "Then you hold on, I'll hurry up now."
He got out of the carriage again, and when he sat back to the shaft, he looked a very light and confident curve with his back facing Jing Che's mouth.
Jing Che finally understood that his condition was a little worse than an old man like him, but he even took his own wiser vote for his Luo.
After hiding for three months, he still has to be involved with him. The return date is approaching, and all this is probably destined.
Jing Che lifted the bamboo curtain and looked at the sky outside. At the beginning, the gray and white part had already revealed a bit of hot red, and the stone tablet of Jiahuang Mountain was standing in front.
If there were only a few steps, it might be too late, but if Baili Fengjian had something wrong and did not enter the barrier at this critical moment, wouldn't she?
Is this going to take a gamble or take advantage of this time to escape?