Baili Fengjian suddenly remembered at an inappropriate time that there were many times when he squeezed her hand like this to adjust her breath. She might be clinging to him or having a tantrum with him, but every time she put her hand on his
In the palm of my hand, everyone became strangely docile.
But now the same action under different circumstances, the result must be different. What's more, they didn't reach this point in the past.
"You must be like this, no one can save you." He stood up with a puff of sleeves, the shadow fell high, his tone was frosty, and he showed indifference that it didn't matter to him.
I thought I could get away in time, but in fact I was forced to retreat by her love, and I could only run away.
Once again, they broke up unhappy. When he opened the door, he opened it with too much force. Even after people left for a long time, the iron door was still swaying, like someone's trembling mind.
Jing Che squatted in the corner of the fairy prison, and the faint cry of unbearable pain came from the distant darkness. The solidified pain seemed to sweep over again. After seeing him, those long-lasting comforts from drought and thirst for rain did not come as expected.
. She began to shrink up, curling up into a small ball, burying her head deep in her knees, with messy black hair covering the side of her face, and her eyes were inexplicably red.
Before, she had real difficulties and had to be his enemy after being threatened, but now she is completely chilled by him. They spent several years as masters and apprentices in confrontation and head-to-head confrontation. He knew clearly that she was soft-hearted but not tough.
It was due to her unruly temperament that she would say cold words instead of saying many kind words. He was determined to stab her severely again in her scarred body and mind. He was really determined to do so.
And she couldn't bow her head and beg in exchange for sympathy and mercy, so she could only express her feelings in this decisive way. Pride was a trap, and neither she nor he could get out of it.
It was dark above the head, and the light source in the distance shrank to a point.
He looked the same when he opened and closed his eyes. Jing Che closed his eyes and fell into a dream. The pain in his body gradually disappeared, and in the dream there was only a white horse bone petal, all over the mountains and plains, vigorous and vigorous.
"Ah Che..."
"Ache, Ache."
The voices of the two men overlapped in a trance, coming from nowhere. They seemed close at hand, and seemed out of reach. Pushing aside the sensations under every inch of skin, the world turned upside down and returned to its original state. Jing Che slowly responded to the call.
Open your closed eyelids.
"Senior Brother Xiu?" His body felt as if he had been poured with hot iron, and his whole body hurt. He forced himself to sit up and took a few steps away.
"It's me," Ye Xiu nodded, looking at Jing Che under the dim light. When he saw the bloodstains all over her body, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows with little anger, "Did they torture you?"
"You can't really kill me, you're just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger." Jing Che chuckled to himself.
Ye Xiu stared at her face with a sad smile, his eyes showing affection, but his face was as cold and motionless as a mountain, and his tone sounded as gentle as a mist: "Give me your hand."
"Well?"
"Uncle Lu asked me to give you medicine when you came here."
Jing Che raised his hand, as if his warmth was still there, and suddenly lost consciousness. Only when he came back to his senses in a daze did he remember what Ye Xiu was talking about. The wounds burned by the Samadhi True Fire were all scarred, which was worse than anything else on his body.
The wound is insignificant, but people are still thinking about it.
"Uncle Lu is worried." This sentence is truly touching.
Lu Shenyu usually treats her like a daughter, although they don't have such a close relationship with her and Baili Fengjian. But at this time, when her closest master came, he didn't even ask her how she was.
Can it withstand severe punishment?
Yexiu lowered his eyes and applied the medicine for her, and carefully said in the right tone: "Why don't you say it?"
She didn't answer, but asked: "Brother Xiu, do you believe me?"
He raised his head in astonishment, not knowing what she meant, but he nodded solemnly: "Of course I believe you."
"But he doesn't believe me." The smile on his lips was a little sad.
Ye Xiu knew in his heart that he should be the Baili Sword Master in her mouth, but he always felt that there was something subtle about it that he couldn't explain, but he couldn't figure it out anyway. He was such a rigid and conventional person, so he naturally didn't dare to let his thoughts wander even a little bit.
If you cross the line, you won’t even think about Jing Che’s shocking thoughts.
"Then tell me."
"I let Aye go, but Qiying is still dead. He died to save me," Jingche covered his face and cried in his muffled voice, "Yexiu, you know, Qiying
When he died...his whole body was full of ulcers and his legs were still bleeding. I just sat holding his body all night. When I saw Master the next day, I thought he was here to save me, but Master asked me,
How dare you still live..."
The girl finally showed her vulnerable side, tears overflowed from between her fingers, and her hair stuck to her hands and twisted into knots.
"Ah Che, stop crying." Ye Xiu coaxed her in a gentle voice, frowning involuntarily. He had also heard about Qi Ying's death, but from Jing Che's words, he still didn't understand what happened in the middle.
.
But her mood was unstable and her speech was incoherent. She was crying and talking at the same time, and her hearing was vague.
There was a clanging sound of chains outside, urging: "It's time to go to the temple."
Ye Xiu stroked her back and said, "I'll take you to the palace. You must not be harsh when you get there, you know?"
Jing Che wiped his face, his eyes were horribly red, and he didn't comment.
As the Black Pagoda was built, people standing densely in the main hall turned around and their eyes fell on Jing Che. The humiliation was like Ling Chi pressing down on Jing Che, but there was nowhere to escape and could only stand upright.
Go back inward.
Faces were crowded together, some watching the fun, some really worried. Her eyes only caught sight of him sitting high on the steps. He rarely sat upright like this, and seemed a little nervous. If she looked closely, he could only see
indifferent.
With a wry smile on his lips, Yu Wenwei's voice sounded from the palace: "Jing Che, do you have anything to say?"
"No."
"You colluded with the Lincang people, released the prisoner A Ye, and killed General Qiying of the Rebellion. Do you admit all of this?"
"admit."
"Why are you doing this?"
Jing Che hesitated to speak, staring at Baili Fengjian with eagerness, trying hard to see the flaw in his expression.
She doesn't care what other people think when a basin of dirty water is poured on her head, she only cares about his attitude. She just doesn't know the heights of the world and dares to bet on anything. She puts all her treasures on him. If he believes in her, her love has already
It was so obvious, how could she really do anything to feel sorry for him?
Baili Fengjian's expression was slightly disengaged and he avoided her gaze.
Jing Che knew that he was feeling guilty.
Is he afraid that she will break the pot and tell the world what kind of treacherous and good disciple he has raised in Baili Fengjian? Even now, he still hasn't considered her in the slightest.
She began to accept the fact that she had lost the bet and lost everything. She was completely defeated.
He once gave her unconditional trust, and gave her the protection and love that covered the sky with his hands. When she did not hesitate to put her son's soul and life into his hands, she realized that her master had no power at all.
She didn't care about her. She thought that she was putting all her efforts into playing this love game with him, but in the end it was just her one-man show. She circled a circle to tie him down, and finally tied herself up.
He was always aloof and aloof.
"My disciple has gone astray and is willing to admit his guilt." She leaned down deeply and knelt on the cold tiles.
Her voice was extremely calm. This was not redemption, but deep disappointment. It was a heart that was thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and could never be reincarnated.
"In my opinion, I'll give you death and be expelled from the school." Yu Wenwei looked at Baili Fengjian.
Everyone looked at Baili Fengjian, wanting to see how the only sword master in the world would deal with his disciples.
"Stored into the phantom fire burning field and tortured for seventy-two hours." He slowly uttered a few words without expression, stood up with a roll of his sleeves, and made no waves.
"Sword Master! Seventy-two hours are too..." Yesiu knelt down beside Jing Che eagerly, wanting to ask for mercy.
"Anyone who begs for mercy again will be escorted in together." He walked straight past Jingche and Yexiu, and Baili Fengjian walked out of the palace.
Seeing that Ye Xiu seemed to want to say more, Jing Che gently pressed his hand. She really had nothing to struggle with. She only regarded it as atonement for Qiying's death and as the price for giving up her heart.
When I walked out, the sunlight outside the hall pierced my eyes without any warning. I had only been in the darkness for a few days, and I felt as if I hadn't seen the sun for several lifetimes. Only when it is lost can we know how to cherish it.
She never thought there was anything to miss about sunlight.
Squinting his eyes, he saw that Baili Fengjian had not left, but was standing a few steps away. His expressionless face made people feel cold. He seemed to be hesitant to speak, as if he had nothing to say at all, and just stood there.
over there.
She looked back at him and suddenly called: "Master."
He walked over, thinking she was going to say something. In fact, he might not have the heart to punish her, but she must have this stubborn temper.
Seeing her like this, he began to feel that as long as she was willing to give in, he could put aside the overall situation for her, go back on his word, and protect her.
But her tone was cold: "Master, I would rather you kill me."
He was startled, his lips slightly closed, and he was speechless. It was not that he didn't know that she had a character that would rather be broken than destroyed, and it would be a kind of torture for her to live in shame and accept punishment. But for him
How could he really give up on her, make her pay with her life, or expel her from the school?
He felt that this was the best compromise. He would neither let down the world nor let her down. He had everyone on his shoulders, so he was destined to not be able to do whatever he wanted and ignore everything.
But the balance in everyone's heart is not the same. He didn't know that when he said the first sentence to her, "How dare you still live?", he had already failed her.
She was waiting for his rescue, and he was looking forward to her surrender, but in the end no one gave in, and they walked further and further away, unable to look back. He wanted to watch her being pushed into the phantom fire, and he could only look indifferent.
.
Anyway, in the eyes of others...their master-disciple relationship is not very good, so...let's break it down. He is cruel and can just break her obsession.
"It's not easy for you to ask for death." He squinted his eyes and leaned forward slightly, looking at her with a nonchalant look and a cold tone.