After speaking for a long time, Jing Che didn't respond, and the cold look on his body was like a knife on his neck. Baili Fengjian had already expected that this scene would hurt others and himself, but he didn't expect that she would suddenly smile.
Her skin was pale, and a few drops of blood had condensed on her lips. The girl's unique liveliness and tenderness had faded away, and replaced with an indescribable sarcasm or self-deprecation. It looked like a poppy blooming on her face, and she felt thrilling at a glance. She knew it was poison,
But he will fall into it and become confused.
They faced each other quietly like this, he was the sword master, and she was the prisoner, but at this moment, he may not have won her. Only the whistling sound of the bamboo forest was left in the surroundings, bringing a bit of coolness. The breeze in the hundreds of miles.
His hand touched the wine gourd at his waist and held it for a long time, but he never mentioned taking a sip.
What broke the silent confrontation was the sound of rapid footsteps. Someone trampled the bamboo leaves along the way and ran over. He leaned next to Baili Fengjian and whispered something.
"What's wrong with her?" After hearing this, Baili Fengjian's eyebrows were slightly raised, but his tone was just plain, as if he was deliberately covering up something.
She was nothing more than Yu Xi in his mouth. Why pretend to be indifferent in front of her? Could it be that he would also know how to cover up and not hurt her so unscrupulously?
Ha. Anyway, my mind has turned into ice and is so hard that it is invulnerable, so why care about a few more wounds?
Jing Che turned around as if nothing had happened and started to leave. His expression was calm and he didn't look like he was going to be tortured.
"I fainted this morning. Because the Sword Master and Mr. Lu were in the palace, I didn't dare to disturb them. I haven't woken up yet, so I had to come to look for the Sword Master."
"Why don't you go and invite Mr. Lu to come over?" He asked back in a leisurely manner, answering absentmindedly, and his wandering eyes fell on Jing Che's back, showing a hint of real worry.
The sound of the chains shaking with the footsteps became farther and farther away, low and dull like a motionless river.
The words fell into Jing Che's ears without missing a word. His fingers trembled slightly, revealing his emotions, but he didn't look back. Even his attitude towards the execution ground was filled with pride that refused to relax.
In fact, he believed her. He knew that she only confessed because she was tired of explaining, but he punished her... just to suppress her temper.
At this moment, Baili Fengjian, who was standing behind her, suddenly began to wonder whether she was making the right decision to suppress her pride and stubbornness through something. It is true that during the two years of training, her problem with being pampered at the beginning was
There is restraint, but her pride is deep in her bones. It is her fatal weakness, and it is her shining point that cannot be replaced.
In the end, he couldn't come up with a result. Regardless of whether his decision was correct or not, it was a done deal. I'm afraid she would have been sent into the phantom fire mirror by now. He looked at the sky, and when he continued to think about it, he felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he took the sword.
Returned to Yunqin Peak.
Lu Shenyu was coming out of Yuxi's room. The disciple beside her was holding a medicine box. She looked worried.
"how?"
"I told my senior brother last time that Yu Xi's physique is weird, and it will be difficult to keep the child in her belly. Now it seems that the child is likely to affect the mother's vitality. We can't find the soul-catching grass.
Yao Yin, unless..."
He touched the stubble on his chin with his fingertips and saw the withered flower stems of white horse bones falling in the wind. He shook his head and a bitter smile appeared on his face: "Impossible. It is impossible for Ah Che to forgive me. If I ask her
I want a bowl of blood to make medicine for Yu Xi..."
He shook his head again: "Impossible, impossible. I'll go out with you in the next few days to find the soul-receiving grass."
"Then after six days Ah Che..."
"After she comes out... she will be angry with me for a long time, and she may not want to see me." Baili Fengjian still shook his head.
He has always had to make the first impression, feel for her on his own initiative, and make decisions for her. They fell here again and again, only to make the same mistakes again and again.
Lu Shenyu hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, he nodded in agreement.
Jingche was punished for seventy-two hours. Even though she felt distressed, she could only wait. It would be better to go out and find something to do to save her heart from suffering... Little did she know that Senior Brother Baili was really interested in the woman who looked exactly like Yu Xi.
Although she was anxious, she still had such thoughts. When she wanted to think about it, she would see that he would always smile on the surface, or not smile at all, and she could hardly tell what he was thinking in his heart.
And that girl with an unpretentious temperament was completely different from him, but she harbored such thoughts. She was destined to be a debt that could not be sorted out. Lu Shenyu could also vaguely guess that Baili Fengjian and Jing Che
Something must have happened between them, and the punishment he personally gave her was to break her mind. So she didn't plead for mercy, she just hoped that the flame in Jing Che's heart would be cut off... She had seen the road ahead earlier.
The point of no return, turn back early, is the shore.
But no matter whether this incident is a good outcome or a bad outcome in the eyes of others, for Jing Che, every minute and second of being punished is real suffering.
She was tied to the stone platform in the center of the Phantom Fire Field. At first she could grit her teeth and remain silent, but the omnipresent scorching heat seemed to be roasting every inch of his bones.
The sea of purgatory flames licked the skin overwhelmingly, and the dark iron chains were heavy and restrained. New burn marks covered the old burn marks, front, back, left, right, and in all directions, and the flames had nowhere to escape.
Finally, he couldn't help crying out in pain, and tried to struggle away but was unable to move.
His body was tense and his fingers were curled up tightly. He could not hold on for long and gradually became weak. The blood beads on his bitten lip rolled down into the phantom fire, dripping down as if without any hindrance.
Jingche's face was pressed against the stone platform, staring at the drop of blood with his eyes lowered, trying to distract himself from the pain in his body. It was obviously an illusory fire, but why was the pain so real?
Just like countless things in the world are false, but the pain it brings is burning to the bones and heartache, making you want to live.
"Master..." The drop of blood had disappeared from sight, and Jing Che's mind went dark as he murmured involuntarily.
His eyes struggled to look at the entrance of the phantom fire burning field. The small dot of the barrier glowed coldly in the strange flames, as if mocking Jing Che's hope that was destined to be chilling but still carried in his heart.
She knew clearly that all the suffering she suffered here was due to him, but she felt contradictory and unfulfilled. The more it hurt, the more she wanted to think about him. Thinking about his green and velvety beard, thinking about his ungrateful smile,
I thought about him twitching the corners of his lips to argue with her, and the faint scent of wine on his body.
In the past, those days of tit-for-tat confrontation where no one was allowed to stand, now I think about it as just a small itch, insignificant, and even have the beauty of the old days. In fact, when I think about it, he doted on her in many things. She just
Like a spoiled child, suddenly the person who spoiled her stopped doing this, but she didn't know how to stop.
The burning pain in my body was extremely painful, as if my soul had been disconnected from my body.
She suddenly thought of that day in Sheppard County, in that tent that was densely covered by felt curtains. She hugged him tightly, her lips were only a few feet away from his, but she flinched at the last millimeter.
Already.
If she had been braver, overstepped the bounds to the end, and just said it, would the current situation be different? But if time went back, she wouldn't do that. Her love is not frivolous, impulsive, and not frivolous.
She despises herself. Although she is reckless, she has a more sensitive heart than anyone else.
And if time goes back, she will no longer foolishly think that love can move the world. She thinks that as long as she proves to him that her love is not a casual touch, she can get his attention. Her love cannot be compared with the world.
It is destined to be his burden and burden.
So the more she proves it, the more eager he is to get rid of her.
Jing Che bit his lip and smiled bitterly. The dry tears were burned by the flames before they could fall out of his pupils. He stared at the entrance barrier with distracted eyes. Suddenly, a figure flashed past, and the barrier flickered, as if something fell into the sea of fire.
For just a moment, the vision was so unclear that it seemed like an illusion. Then the whole sea of fire suddenly became fierce.
This is not a phantom fire! What is this!
The flames suddenly shot up so high that they formed a terrifying fire dragon in mid-air. Jingche subconsciously wanted to escape and struggled hard. The iron chains on the entire stone platform clanked, but he couldn't move even an inch.
"Ah——" A cry of pain resounded through the phantom fire burning field. In the meantime, the fire dragon pierced through the chest. Jing Che's expression was burned ferociously, and his body was weak and motionless on the stone platform.
It was as if the whole person had been torn in two and then sewn back together crookedly through clumsy formation.
And this was just the beginning. The surrounding flames began to gather into countless fire dragons, attacking Jingche densely, as if the overwhelming despair was about to drown her.
Bear the pain of hell with your flesh and blood body.
Perhaps because of the extreme pain, Jing Che suddenly saw her soul floating in the air clearly. The expressions of the soul that had been separated from her body were all identically twisted in pain.
The flames were burning her soul and body.
His pale hands struggled to clenched into the air, holding only the scorching flames.
Slowly hang down.
All sounds and colors are getting further and further away. In Jing Che's distracted sight, the sea of fire is no longer visible, but the mountains behind Yunqin Peak where insects and birds are chirping. His slanted smiling face is getting closer and closer, and his newly grown beard is turning green.
The circle was so beautiful that it seemed as if nothing had ever happened.
His voice was low, filled with hazy drunkenness, and it was like soft feathers on his face: "Ah Che, this century-old wine, Master is going to get drunk."
He was drunk, but she woke up from a big dream.
It was still his laughing voice, and with a change of tone, the wine shattered on the floor, and the boiling fire seemed to cast the past into a dagger: "How dare you still live?"
"It's not easy for you to ask for death."
"Master, it turns out that you want Ah Che to die here." She closed her eyes with a wry smile on her face.
***
On the way down the mountain, Baili Fengjian suddenly stopped. Lu Shenyu glanced at him suspiciously: "Brother, what's wrong?"
He took out the wine bottle, took a sip, and said, "I don't know why, but I always feel a little uneasy."