A black figure approached from afar, with a fierce and domineering speed. Surprised boos were heard from the crowd, and swords and guns were arrayed, shouting for arrest, but the man had no scruples, and pointed at Xingtai on everyone's shoulders.
The silver giant sword flew ahead of him, neatly cutting off the iron chains wrapped around his body.
With a sonorous sound of Qingming, Lord Yama's men captured people.
"Catch them quickly!"
At this time, the green stubble on his chin magnified in front of his eyes. Before Jing Che could see clearly, the tears in his frame blurred his vision.
"Let's go." He held her waist firmly and walked all the way over the walls and walls, with the wind whistling in his ears. It seemed that the only thing left in the world was the rapidly retreating sky, so blue that it was both real and illusory. The people around her only blinked from the time they appeared to the time they rescued her.
It seemed like he had a menacing dream.
Baili Fengjian didn't let go of her hand until she entered the memorial hall, which was as quiet as a tomb.
"Master——" A bit of joy of escaping from death, a bit of emotion on the verge of tears, all lingered in the cries at the end.
"Silence." He raised his index finger to his lips, with a few rays of sunlight falling on his eyes, and his tone was always calm.
The two of them moved forward cautiously against the wall of the hall. The girl held on to the corner of the master's clothes and followed step by step. She was afraid that if she was not careful again, everything would be shattered like a dream.
The palms of her hands were sticky with sweat. She didn't know if it was left in her palms by the master or if she pinched it herself. Jing Che blinked and confirmed once again that his majestic body so close was not an illusion, and looked at him carefully again.
There is a bit of arrogance in the half-suspected eyes. He is the master she is most familiar with, the master who can dig out her heart and lungs.
"Master——" Another call came, and the tears burst out in an instant. Jingche tried his best to hold back the tears, and raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, not wanting his ugly appearance to be seen. His stubborn and weak look made people heart-broken.
Feeling cherished.
All her indestructibility, all her rampage, all collapsed in front of him. There was no need to pretend, she could be weak. She was just an ordinary girl, clear and fragile. She was originally soft, so why bother with strength?
"Now I know I'm crying. Where is that determination that didn't shed tears when I left?" He spoke viciously, knowing that the young disciple was bringing it upon himself, but he still couldn't help but express some real distress and helplessness.
His body was twitching and speechless, his dirty little face was covered with tears, and his peach blossom eyes were red and swollen, as if the rouge had been stained in the wrong place, revealing a bit of wrong arrogance.
"What?"
"I thought I was going to die just like that."
"Stupid, my apprentice from Baili Fengjian——" Halfway through his slightly proud words, his eyes suddenly turned sharp. Baili Fengjian suddenly covered Jingche's mouth and turned around to hide at the other side of the wall.
The neat footsteps of patrolling soldiers are getting closer and closer.
Seeing that there was nothing around, Baili Fengjian kicked open the door of the palace closest to them in desperation, pulled Jing Che into hiding, and felt a heat wave hit his back with the wind from the door.
"Why are you hiding from the Miao people?" Jing Che asked, wiping the blurry tears from his eyes.
The implication is, isn't it better to just kill him? Why is he hiding and hiding uncharacteristically? It's completely different from his usual domineering and direct style.
"The Miao people cannot be offended. They are too good at playing dirty tricks. It is difficult to guard against them. Jiahuangshan still has some friendship with the Miao people. It is very difficult and cannot be destroyed."
Otherwise, it would not be so aggrieved to kill someone if someone stands in the way of a hundred miles of wind, and kills a Buddha if he stands in the way of a Buddha.
"Master, why did you come to Miao territory?"
Jing Che raised his head slightly and tried hard to see Baili Fengjian's face clearly. It was very dark in the palace, and a carved palace door cut off all the sunlight outside, making it look extremely gloomy and strange. Baili Fengjian's face seemed to be
There was a bit of resentment and helplessness.
How did you come to Miaojiang? This question is extremely simple to put it simply, but it turns out to be a series of twists and turns when it is complicated.
He left a mess on the other side of Jiahuang Mountain, and insisted on coming to Miao Territory regardless of everyone's attempts to stay. That night, even Su Yue in Sword Soul came out to refute his slightly absurd decision.
Jiahuang Mountain is also taken care of by the entire Nanqiong Sect, but Jingche is alone, with A Ye following her with ulterior motives. How can he feel relieved? No matter how the world thinks he is ridiculous, on the other side of the Miao border
The one whose life or death was uncertain was his only disciple, and he could never let her die in a foreign land without doing anything.
On the sea two years ago, in the cold spring two years ago, he had already experienced that feeling of powerlessness. For him, who had been conceited all his life, this feeling was like a lingering pain, like being cut with a knife. He did not want to taste it a second time.
I don’t want Jingche to suffer again.
However, these reasonable reasons kept pouring into Baili Fengjian's mind to seek excuses for his impulsiveness when he set out on the road. What he was unwilling to admit, and even deliberately ignored, was that he knew Jingche left without saying goodbye.
At that moment, he was almost furious, as if something was suddenly taken away from his heart. He was afraid that she would lose control, and that she would leave his sight. There was no reason, and he would never allow her to have an accident or die.
Therefore, the order of importance and secondary importance has become Jing Che first, and the world comes last. He doesn't know when it started, but his subconscious had some subtle changes because of her existence.
In the darkness, he twitched the corner of his lips, left her alone and walked in, his tone always informal: "What, you don't want me to come?"
"I really didn't have any hope." Jing Che raised his chin slightly, feeling very proud. Jing Che retorted with a stern mouth. After saying this, he felt that this was too contrary to his wishes, so he added sincerely, "But this surprise came too suddenly."
It feels a bit sweet in my heart.
Baili Fengjian looked back and lowered his eyes on her face. From a distance, he could see clearly. The shadows were engraved on her thin face more and more. Only then did he realize that in just a few days, her face, which was originally carved with pink and jade, had become more beautiful.
The girl became haggard, and her long hair that used to flow like black silk was now messy, with bits of jet black charcoal remaining, screaming to show the suffering she had suffered.
The corners of his lips that were forced to rise softened, his eyes moved away, and he glanced at the airtight hall, his expression tightened.
This...this?
Jing Che also saw it at the same time and couldn't hide his surprise: "Master! Are there lava pools around here?"
All the roads he had walked disappeared, leaving only a small floor tile that each of them stepped on was floating alone. What stood between him and Jing Che was a short and medium distance, with mountains of swords and seas of fire in between, teeth and claws showing.
What on earth is this place? There is such a weird lava pool in the main hall of the Miao people.
Looking back, he saw Jing Che looking confused and about to step over, so he quickly stopped her: "A Che, stand there and don't move!"
"Master, I want to come over." His voice was quiet and firm.
Although she always wanted to argue with her master and belittle him, in real life, her dependence on him was deeply rooted. Jing Che was suddenly surprised and found that he seemed to have seen a brand new world, like a village with dark flowers and bright flowers.
This is a world of dependence, trust, and entrustment. She can rest assured to give her entire life and soul to him. In fact, it has always been like this, but her previous life was too peaceful, covered up by frequent tit-for-tat confrontations and small frictions.
these emotions.
Baili Fengjian didn't know the thousands of twists and turns in her heart. He remembered with a headache that he had experienced her perseverance countless times. At this moment, he had to compromise: "Then jump over and I will follow you."
He opened his arms to her. This distance was not a problem for Jingche in normal times, but now that his leg injury has not healed and his feet cannot use strength, there is no guarantee that there will be no mistakes.
Jing Che smiled and jumped over without hesitation. However, her toes only touched the edge of the stone bricks, and her body was already leaning backwards. A pair of hands immediately circled around to hold her firmly.
The palms of his hands were sweating, and when he touched the real body temperature, Baili Fengjian's heartbeat slowly dropped back. Just now, the worry of what might happen flashed through his heart, but the little apprentice had absolute trust, and there was no "what if master"
"What should I do if I can't handle it?" I jumped over.
The stone bricks are very small, and can only accommodate one person standing in Baili Fengjian. Once Jingche comes up, it becomes extremely crowded.
To protect her from falling, Baili Fengjian said: "Stand on my feet."
While carefully stepping on his feet, he smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, I won't step on you."
The retort has become a habit, and I can't help but laugh: "I just raised a pig."
When the words fell, she picked up her words uncharacteristically and without speaking eloquently. For a moment, everything fell into silence. Her eyes wandered without focus. Finally, she lowered her eyes and saw her pulling on his clothes in a very measured way. Although the two of them were very close,
It's just the right distance of a fist.
Even so, the girl's gentle breath was still close at hand, spraying in his arms, like a cattail feather, softly scratching his heart, tingling and very alluring. He almost forgot that they were in danger now.
Unable to escape, this moment is like the scorching ambiguity of a night of flowers and candles. What is boiling everywhere is not lava, but the dripping and gathering tears of dragons and phoenixes.
Jing Che didn't know where he was looking, and he didn't say anything for a long time. Suddenly, his face changed into a calm one, which was strange.
"Master," she finally raised her face and called him, her usually tough and unyielding tone was surprisingly tactful, "I'm so tired from holding on to my clothes. Can I hold Master?"
The throat moved up and down, the corners of the mouth twitched, and the mouth shape changed when the words came out, sounding awkward and deliberate: "No."
"Why?" She persisted, holding on step by step.
"No reason." Baili Fengjian answered hastily, hoping to cut off the topic earlier.
"But I also hugged Master before." Her voice was not a question, but a deep trap.
"It used to be the same, but it's different now." Li said, but after finishing speaking, he suddenly realized the loophole in his logic.
She is still his apprentice, and there has not been any obvious drastic change between them, so why should there be a difference between the past and the present? What has changed? It seems that something deeply buried in his mind is about to emerge.
, but after all, it is about to happen, even if it is ready to move, it still has not seen the light of day, and even he himself does not know what it is.
Jing Che may not be able to realize it, but she is such a person. Whatever she wants in her heart, she will say it without any restraint.