The woods get denser as you go up Miao'er Mountain, and there are sometimes open spaces of different sizes left behind when the cultivators fought in the past.
Although nearly a thousand years have passed, some of the destroyed places have not yet recovered, and we have to be surprised by the destructive power and destructiveness of the cultivators.
Yan Qing has been trekking through the mountains on Miaoer Mountain for five days. She is also a little embarrassed, and there are some stains on her light pink dress. In fact, she has been very careful. In the eight years of studying in Tianyimen, she has learned a lot of knowledge, among which
There are studies specifically focusing on the many existing plants and animals in Miaoer Mountain and their own environment.
Because Miaoer Mountain is the nearest spiritual mountain with natural resources and earthly treasures.
So she can avoid most harm.
The spiritual force field on the mountain was chaotic, and she could only roughly know where she was.
Unknowingly, she had reached the mountains near Dongling Pass.
She had deliberately avoided this generation because she didn't want to have early contact with people from Xuanmen, but she couldn't help herself when she went up the mountain. She chased and evaded all the way and came to this place, and she was helpless.
In order to avoid contact with others, she kept her spiritual consciousness outside and tried to avoid other people.
That day she came to a mountainside and noticed a thick nightmare tree nearby from a distance. This tree was no different from an ordinary elm tree, except that the leaves were darker in color and emitted a faint fragrance.
People or animals fall asleep without knowing it and never wake up again.
She planned to go around because her spiritual consciousness had discovered that there was a small tree house on the other side, and she wanted to start a temporary shelter left by the former cultivators.
The tree house is already dilapidated, but I can feel the humidity in the air, and I'm afraid there will be a heavy rain soon, so I can take shelter there.
She just habitually glanced at dangerous places and found a figure half sitting on the ground.
She swore it was really just a casual sweep...
As a result, he realized that the man was still breathing, so he couldn't help but approach slowly, fearing that it was a trap set by other cultivators, and also fearing that the Nightmare Tree would kill the man.
She placed a protective barrier on herself to prevent sneak attacks, and then crouched down carefully.
After brushing aside a few strands of hair that had stuck to his face and ignoring the stains on his face, her heart suddenly skipped a beat!
Isn’t this Rong Che!
She quickly called him softly: "Rong Che? Rong Che!"
There was no movement, but he was still breathing, although it was very weak.
"Rong Che, can you hear me? You can't stay here..." Yan Qing was shaking him gently, trying to wake him up, but he fell to the side because of this little strength.
Yan Qing quickly reached out to protect his head and slowly lowered it.
Looking at the bloody sword that he refused to let go and the blood-stained scars all over his body, he knew that he had reached his limit, and he should never have chosen to live under such a tree, fearing that he had already been poisoned by the nightmare tree.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to take him to the tree house for treatment. If she didn't let him go, he would be frozen to death by the coming heavy rain if he wasn't poisoned by the nightmare tree!
After all, the weather in late autumn will cool down after heavy rain.
She reached out to help him, but unexpectedly saw a shallow scar on his neck.
Yan Qingzheng only felt that the location of the wound was a bit strange, but had no time to think about it, so he picked him up and walked quickly. The sky was already dark and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves and branches was everywhere in the dense forest, which became more and more dense.
Finally, before the heavy rain poured down, the two people hid in the tree house.
The tree house is about ten square meters and is divided into two rooms. The roof of the outer room has collapsed somewhat. Yan Qing is helping Rong Che hide in the inner room.
The inner room looked like a bedroom with a log single bed. The straw on it had rotted. Yan Qing was using magic to clean the bed, and then took out a quilt from Najie to spread it on before placing Rong Che on it.
In this treehouse that was draughty and smelled of decay everywhere, Yan Qing was lighting a fire.
The firelight flickered, and the bonfire looked very warm in the dark and humid environment.
It was also the first time that Yan Qingzheng went out to practice alone. After all, it was not as good as following the elders or brothers and sisters of the sect. Everything was organized and divided.
Now I have to do everything myself, which is really hard.
The higher up Miao'er Mountain, the greater the pressure on cultivation. As a cultivator, she has been living in a very miserable past few days, let alone Rong Che.
What on earth did he go up the mountain for?
He was alone, without any entourage, so it must not be official business.
Then...is he here for himself?
Just when Yan Qing thought of this, his heart skipped a beat.
Why is he here? Is he really looking for me? What will he say?
She had tasted loneliness these past few days, and suddenly someone she knew came for her, and her heart suddenly felt warm.
I have used my spiritual power to smooth the meridians for Rong Che and suck out the toxins.
He is just too tired now, and some physical injuries still need to be healed slowly. Calculating the time, he should wake up soon.
How to face him?
The firewood crackled. After all, it had been rained when I brought it in.
For a moment, the sound of rain hitting leaves outside and the sound of bonfire inside suddenly slowly faded away, and her mood gradually became ethereal.
Speaking of which, she had never taken a close look at Rong Che's facial features.
A high nose, eyebrows on the temples, a pair of closed red phoenix eyes, which highlighted the thick eyelashes. The lips were pale and bloodless, but looked determined.
Rong Che really has a good look!
He pushed the hair away from his forehead again, and ran his fingers from his forehead along his knife-like cheek to his chin, and saw the scar again.
This does not look like someone else did it, but rather looks like a scar from when he committed suicide. But he is a prince, what could force him to commit suicide?
The firewood crackled again, and Rong Che's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his eyebrows narrowed.
Seeing that he was about to wake up, Yan Qing retracted his hand as fast as lightning and hurriedly retreated to the fire. Because he was moving too fast, the flames of the campfire were swayed left and right by the air current.
Rong Che had a very strange dream. The hem of the fairy's skirt was flying, and the flowing ribbons were gently brushing against his cheeks. However, the fairy's appearance flickered in and out of the hazy colorful light, making it difficult to see clearly.
But he was sure in his heart that it was Yan Qingzheng, the woman he had cared about for eight years, the woman he had been dreaming about these days!
But like a bubble bursting, the dream suddenly woke up.
He knew because the fairy suddenly disappeared.
Eyelashes trembling, eyes slowly opened, what came into view was a dilapidated roof, made of densely packed branches, flickering in and out of light under the firelight.
When I opened my mouth to speak, my throat felt like it was on fire.
At this moment, his body was lifted up, and then a refreshing fragrance entered his nostrils. He took a deep breath subconsciously, and a delicate hand held a small tea cup and brought it to his lips.
Rong Che pursed his lips and turned his head with difficulty, and Yan Qing's surprised face came into view.
Rong Che stared at her blankly, his eyes gradually turning red.
Not only was Yan Qingzheng feeling unprecedentedly lonely these days, but Rong Che himself also narrowly escaped death.
Different from the bloody battlefields in the past, this time it was a lonely man dying in a strange and uninhabited place.
He has a deeper understanding of survival and hope.
I also have a firmer determination for this relationship!
"It's not yet...seven days..." he said in a hoarse voice with difficulty.
Yan Qing blinked, wondering if he was asking about the time he entered the mountain, and nodded: "Today is the sixth day."
Rong Che showed a subtle smile, and the obsession in his heart seemed to make sense.
He drank the tea from the cup and felt a lot more relaxed.
"You saved me?" He obediently lay down again with Yan Qingzheng's support, unable to take his eyes away from her for a moment.
"That's true!" Yan Qing turned around to put down the teacup, took a deep breath to calm down his heartbeat that was accelerated by his hot gaze, turned back to stare at him and asked seriously: "So can you tell me, you broke into
What are you doing in Miao'er Mountain! You don't want your life!"
Yan Qing was feigning anger and looking at him with wide almond-shaped eyes.
"Looking for you!" Just two words from Rong Che caused Yan Qingzheng's breathing to become disordered.
As expected, he was here to find him. Yan Qingzheng's palms suddenly became sweaty.
"What are you looking for...looking for me for? Is there something going on at Tangling Pass?"
Rong Che shook his head and said, "No."
Yan Qingzheng's eyes moved, and he lowered his head to look at his feet: "Then...then what do you want from me? Do you want me to treat you to fish again?"
Rong Che's eyes were full of tenderness. He saw that the girl seemed a little embarrassed and didn't want to be too straightforward for fear of scaring her away.
"I just haven't had a good chat with you, so I came to find you."
Yan Qing's big eyes flashed with confusion and doubts. Why did this answer sound so insincere? Who are you trying to deal with?
She pouted unconsciously.
Rong Che felt that the girl was so cute, and the hands that were so close were white and soft, but he controlled his desire to hold these hands because he didn't want the other party to think that he was being abrupt and disrespectful.
"Do you know about the cancellation of the engagement?" Rong Che asked cautiously.
Yan Qingzheng didn't expect that he would ask such a straightforward question, so she pinched her skirt with both hands.
"Yeah, I know. I asked my father to go."
"You...what did I do wrong?"
"no…"
"Why is that?"
"Just to correct the mistakes I made when I was young."
Could it be that in her eyes, these eight years were a mistake?
Rong Che lowered his head and didn't know what to say for a moment. Should he talk about his persistence? Or should he say that he was more generous and never mention it again?
No, he can't do it!
It’s rare in life to have the opportunity to grow old hand in hand with someone you know, so why would you give it up just for a little bit of dissatisfaction?
Then his eyes gradually looked at the girl firmly and bravely.
"It doesn't matter. If you were wrong in the past, just change it."
Rong Che said calmly.
Yan Qingzheng felt quite unhappy, and wanted to reply sharply, mentioning that Princess Rouye was not a tit-for-tat person after all, so she endured a sigh of relief.
Rong Che twitched the corners of his lips and said domineeringly: "From now on, if I chase you back, it can't be said to be a mistake!"