On the fifth day of the second month, on the day of the great joy of Jiahuang Mountain, the newly married wife of Baili Sword Saint died, the blood formation was completed, and the barrier of Qianzhi Ridge was broken. The retreating Lincang army made a comeback to capture Xuebai County. The leader Qiying of the ** was killed earlier. Zuo Tingzhi was still trapped in the imperial capital since Miaojiang and his party. He had no leader and retreated to outside Qianzhi Ridge.
On the ninth day of the second month, Zhen Yifu presented a ** divine seal, officially formed an alliance with the Nanqiong Sect, and Baili Fengjian was born.
April 23rd. The Lincang army confronted Zhenyi's army for more than a month, but it was defeated and the imperial capital was withdrawn.
At this point, the Zhenyi people in the world finally arrived at a front.
Yunqianfeng in Jiahuang Mountain.
The spring breeze stirs up the pale soul banner and blew the candlelight, mixed with the cold air. A pair of dragons and phoenixes candles have not faded, and they have not turned white before they turned white. The banquet cup and plate were in a mess and the sound was not gone, and a pot of strong wine was poured into a choking and spicy way.
In the night, two teams stood outside the Yunqinfeng Hall, and walked out slowly in a mysterious suit. The leader bowed and replied: "Sword Saint, the battlefield has been cleared."
After a pause, he said, "No clues were found about Jingche."
The wind blew the corner of the clothes, and Baili Fengjian looked as old as before, and he was always calm: "Yes."
After asking a few more questions about the follow-up of the war, the person left.
Baili Fengjian turned around and walked back to the hall, and the focused and decisive expression in his eyes became confused. After he walked through the long corridor, he realized that he had actually walked to the courtyard in the opposite direction. The moonlight passed the screen wall and climbed onto the carved wooden door, deserted and without any vitality.
He was stunned for a moment, pushed the door open and a stream of dust rushed over, clamoring for the silence of the empty building.
Looking around, everything was still the same as she was when she left.
The dinosaur was on the table, and a faint layer of light seemed to ignore her. After watching it for a long time, it seemed to move. It seemed that she saw her graceful figure dancing among the white horse bones. A wooden hairpin was placed in front of the dressing table. The fragrance of her hair remained on the wooden comb for many years, and a blood mark that could not be wiped off was left on the bronze mirror.
"Master, Master." It seemed like someone called him, and listening carefully was just an illusion, but the sound was a dense red line that was entangled in my heart and could not be untied.
He shook his head, raised his legs and stepped into the threshold. He looked like this when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes. He almost knew everything here.
There is a brocade box in the drawer on the lower right of the dresser, with Chiming Gu in it, and a cloth bag on the left drawer, which is a few pieces of chestnut cake that he had to pour out. He didn't know how she got the chestnut cake that he asked Yu Xi to pour out.
The palm of my hand was holding a hard thing, grinding the knuckles was extremely warm. When I saw it spread out, it was a crystal clear thousand-year-old amber, with a drop of blood solidifying inside, and the color was so bright that it was shocking.
When Ye Xiu gave him this drop of blood in his heart, he could almost see her determination when she stabbed the dagger into her heart. She always did.
He suddenly began to feel that even if she killed someone, he didn't need to be so heartless. After all, she was still a child, and there would inevitably be moments of paranoidness, not to mention that he kept pushing her so tightly.
After two months of going there, she seemed to have evaporated from the world and had nowhere to fall. Two women who were inseparable from him, one died and the other escaped, and he suddenly became a lonely man. Life seems to be just back to the past, but it is worse than before.
The moonlight was cut by the window shadow and hit him on his robe, as pale as the color of Yun Qinfeng's mourning. Baili Fengjian sat in Jing Che's room for a while, and took out the wine on his waist and drank it all night long.
And at this moment, the imperial capital, the underground Shura Field.
The dark environment is filled with rich blood, as if it is soaked in a blood pool and then fished out.
The iron doors opened one after another, and the clanging sounds hit the ears layer by layer. A man walked over the dark cell, followed by Si Ming, the executive officer of Shura Field.
"Mr. Fu Ye, No. 18 is already inside." Si Ming bowed slightly to show his etiquette.
Fu Ye grinned at Si Ming and stepped in.
The girl sitting inside had no expression on her face. She didn't look up when she heard something moving at the door. She was bound by her hands and feet, and her face was engraved with thin contours in the flames.
"Ache, it's been two months, why are you still sticking to?" Fu Ye wiped the bench and then sat down opposite her, poured her a cup of tea, and then poured himself a cup of helplessness.
She was thirsty, and she looked up without grace and finished a cup of tea. When she put it back on the table, she made a dull and heavy tapping sound, but she still didn't say a word.
"Xiao Jin will come back soon. His methods are far more than these. If you continue to do this, I can't protect you."
She sat, her pupils were clearly black and white but dull, her face was dirty and bloody, and she was only wearing a single piece of clothing, and she could hardly see the original white.
"As long as you are willing to hand over the ** God Seal and surrender to Lincang, you can leave this place immediately."
Jing Che finally looked up at him, and his eyes were slightly focal.
She reached out her hand numbly and handed it to Aye: "Cut my hand, the divine seal is yours."
In this dirty and cramped place, every inch of air challenges Aye's patience.
In order to take off the ** divine seal on Jing Che's wrist, he almost tried his best to cut off her hand. However, the ** divine seal independently protected the owner, which made people unable to do anything. In the end, he could only imprison Jing Che in the Shura Field, trying to use this environment to make Jing Che collapse.
But she was determined to die, no matter how hard she was, she would not kill anyone, nor would she communicate with others, completely wrapped herself up, like a tiny stinky stone, you could kick it to that place, but you could not let it fall apart.
"Okay, then you can continue like this." Fu Ye was a little angry and would never get any results when he came to persuade her.
After he left, Si Ming walked in and looked at Jing Che. The slight hesitation was quickly covered by his decisive voice: "Take No. 18 back."
The iron chains followed the sound of footsteps, and the girl's body almost shrunk into a piece of paper and disappeared in the darkness.
He has been in Shura Field for nine years and has trained countless top killers, but he has never encountered such a difficult thing. In the past, no matter how tough a person was thrown into the murder field, he would either die or kill him so much that he forgot who he was. But for the first time he threw her into the murder field, she did not struggle at all, and was determined to die, allowing others to kill her.
And the superiors have advised him to do whatever he wants, and he must not kill him.
In desperation, Si Ming no longer dared to put her in the murder field and replaced her with punishment, but no matter how she was executed, she was indifferent, as if she could not feel pain.
There was no way, so Si Ming could only waste it like this.
Jing Che returned to the cell where she was imprisoned. Another girl in the prison, Hua Ruyan, was scattered with food. At this time, she stopped her chopsticks and was so curious that she looked up at her.
She just sat in a corner that belonged to her without looking sideways, curled up in a ball, and fell into a long-term trance.
"Xiao Shiba, have you been taken to interrogate again?" Hua Ruyan muttered and asked with a hard meal in her mouth.
Jing Che turned a blind eye.
Hua Ruyan is a slightly noisy and extremely optimistic girl. In her words, she knew that she was only one year older than Jingche, and only came here three days earlier than her, numbered fifteen.
"They didn't torture you this time, did they?" Hua Ruyan cast a sympathetic look.
Jing Che ignored anything and sat there, holding a sword spike in his palm. It was so dirty that it could not tell the original blue color. The spike threads were twisted into a ball, as embarrassed as the owner.
Hua Ruyan moved over and handed her his rice bowl: "Xiao Shiba, are you hungry? Today's food is not tough."
Jing Che just knotted the sword spear on his own, untied it, tied it up, and untied it again, and enjoyed it.
Hua Ruyan asked boredly: "Xiao Shiba, you have been playing with this sword spike for so long, why are you still playing with it?"
His eyes looked over with curiosity. When he saw that Jing Che was not in conflict, he looked at the sword spike even more casually.
After seeing it clearly, he said in surprise: "Isn't this the sword spike of the Nanqiong Sect? Xiao Shiba, are you a disciple of Nanqiong?"
His expression trembled, and Jing Che finally raised his eyes. His dull eyes were filled with mixed feelings, and they all turned into a bitter touch. Fewer openings made it difficult for her to open her mouth, and her voice sounded extremely dry: "No."
Hua Ruyan was a little disappointed: "Yes, Nanqiong disciples are all very powerful, how could they fall into this place?"
"Ah, Xiao Shiba, I wonder if you have ever heard of the Baili Sword Saint of the Nanqiong Sect. Everyone said that he is the most powerful person in the world."
There is a sword saint in the world that is unparalleled in the world. Everyone regards it as a god and as the sun, moon and stars.
If he was the past, he would sneer at him and slander him sarcastically, he would not be that powerful, but he must be filled with happy pride in his heart.
If she had been so close to God, and she had even loved God desperately, would it sound incredible?
At this moment, she squeezed the sword spike hard, almost crushing the joints. Perhaps it was cold, her voice was trembling: "I haven't heard of it."
"It's really amazing. My only hope now is that one day he can fight to the imperial capital and rescue all the people here." Hua Ruyan looked longing.
Jing Che was silent, thinking it was ridiculous. He wanted to pull up the corner of his mouth but found that it was himself who was ridiculous.
Because she had longed for so much that he fell from the sky and gave her the protection of covering the sky with one hand, and could escape no matter what kind of danger.
At this time, a movement came from the lock outside, and Si Ming left and returned.
He was doing routine, with a cold expression, and seemed to have a little pity and said to Jingche: "Eighteenth, General Xiao will see you."
After walking silently, Si Ming's lips moved slightly and said softly: "General Xiao is cruel and ruthless."
So I pushed the door open first.
Jing Che closed his eyes and followed in.
It was still the small cell where Fu Ye saw her just now. Xiao Jin sat there arrogantly with his legs raised, glanced at Jing Che, and sneered and said, "Tsk tsk, little girl, I can't wait to share a good news with you--"