After hearing this question, Qingqing slowly raised his head and met Ruo Dong's eyes. However, Mr. Ruo found that the woman's eyes were empty and seemed to be looking somewhere further away while staring at him.
Qingqing narrowed his eyes and smiled sweetly, but he couldn't help but burst into tears: "I think the first Emperor Wen Kang of West Lake must have been an extraordinary figure, otherwise the Wen family would not have produced so many loyal ministers and good generals for generations to come."
"This is the Artemisia on the Snow that I saw for the first time at the Eight Music Festival five years ago. I didn't expect that I would have to contend with it for so long in the blink of an eye. In the eleventh year of the Lunar New Year, someone made me make an oath,
If there is a conflict between Lirong Mountain and Miyu Lake in the future, I will never take action against the people in West Lake. That person has a brother-sister relationship with me, and Qing Qing...has no reason not to agree to the grace of saving his life."
Hearing this, Ruo Dong was startled, and there was a glimmer of disbelief in his eyes. At this point, Mr. Ruo had already guessed who Qing Qing was talking about. He saw Qing Qing turning to the side coldly.
Body, with sudden strength in his tone, he shouted uncontrollably: "Sir, do you understand? General Kong's last thing before his death was to make Qingqing swear an oath to use Nanlin's poison
The needle is engraved on Qing Qing's shoulder, thinking that Head Wen will never have any future troubles! Back then, you all said that your eldest brother was colluding and disloyal because of a music score, so what on earth does General Xihu mean to you!"
Qingqing was sobbing, and in the quiet and dark room, only Qingqing's sobs and the raindrops outside the window could be heard. Li Zhiyan was stunned listening to the side, and stopped for a moment, feeling a little at a loss. He was silent for a long time,
It was Qingqing who spoke first:
"Every time when the poison attacks my shoulder, I feel that the pain I feel now is so rare. When my eldest brother left this Artemisia on the Snow, he was just afraid that Dongshan's entry into the world would threaten the status of the head of the West Lake. Now it seems...
...Everything in the world is unpredictable, General Kong really thought wrong." When Qing Qing said this, he saw a trace of unbearable flash in Ruo Dong's eyes, and his tone rarely became gentle:
"Everyone in the world knows that Rongshan has a learned collection, but outsiders don't know about it. Is it possible that for so many years, Dongshan has been unable to get out this poison?"
Qingqing raised his eyes and smiled coldly: "With this silver needle here, I can kill your old master. If I really took it out, wouldn't it be... wouldn't it be that I would forget everything..."
Halfway through, Qingqing choked up on her own, unable to speak clearly. Ruo Dong stared closely at the pale face of the young man in front of her——
The descendants of Linghu have hidden this poisonous needle on their shoulders for so many years. What is the reason for this?
Mr. Ruo just felt unbelievable at this moment. It seemed that he had been traveling in the world for many years. Whether it was a brotherly love or a husband and wife, he had never seen anyone so infatuated to such an extent.
Qingqing could not bear to miss Yue Chuan's poison, which could seal his throat with blood in seconds, and kept the poison sealed in his body for more than five years.
Before he could ask anything, he heard Linghu Qingqing continue: "Sir, it's not too late to change the conditions. Anyway, the eldest brother had made up his mind at the beginning to let the junior leave the leverage in the hands of the leader of West Lake.
Anyway, the wormwood on the snow has been competing with my inner strength for so long, so it might as well take a few more days, but...heh."
Qingqing paused and said with a wry smile, "I'm following my brother's wishes."
Unexpectedly, Ruo Dong ignored her words. Instead, he turned to Zhi Yan who was standing aside and said, "I've seen the injury now - can it be taken out before dawn?" Although his expression flickered, Zhi Yan still nodded affirmatively:
"No problem. Although it will take some time, it will be enough before dawn. In addition to removing the poisonous needles, I'm afraid I also need to cut the bones to remove the poison, and temporarily clean up the poison around the silver needles that has penetrated into the shoulder blades."
"How to prepare?"
"No, I brought everything I needed with me." Zhiyan patted the medicine box next to him, but seemed to suddenly remember something, and said quickly, "By the way, there is one thing that needs to be found immediately at Tiankeju.
." Ruo Dong frowned, and the cold majesty spread around Zhiyan again: "What is it?"
"Sir, there is no need to worry. Just the ordinary hemp boiling soup is enough. But the bone-cutting and poison removal is beyond the endurance of ordinary people. Therefore, the medicinal materials I have brought here are not enough. I need to ask sir to find Tiankeju Medicine."
The strongest sesame soup is the best.”
Ruodong nodded, and immediately heard the sound of rustling footsteps outside the house gradually disappearing. It seemed that the disciples guarding the surroundings outside the house heard the instructions in the house, and went to do it without the need for the teacher to say anything. Qingqing listened.
As I walked further away, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, let's not mention whether Tiankeju did good or evil things for the moment, but as far as the rules of the sect are strictly managed, I am afraid that any sect who comes to Tiankeju will be willing to be inferior.
Unexpectedly, Ruo Dong's sharp gaze suddenly came towards him: "Even with the silver needle before, you were just suffering alone, for fear of betraying General Kong's wishes and torturing yourself because of guilt.
But so what if it is extremely poisonous - when did you, a disciple of Linghu, stop fighting against the enemy in West Lake?"
Qingqing was startled. She felt that what she was thinking in her heart seemed to be revealed by Mr. Ruo, but she tried her best to hide it and did not dare to admit it. Did she ever hide behind Rongshan Mountain because of the friendship between brother and sister? Maybe she allowed the poisonous air to spread on her shoulders.
I just use the pain to comfort myself when the poison attacks again and again, so I don't have to feel guilty for my brother's oath.
Brother, Qing Qing is the only thing in this life that he cannot agree to.
Mr. Ruo raised his head and looked down at Qingqing's trembling body. The feeling of oppression seemed to come from the sky, pressing in front of Qingqing: "What's more, without this silver needle in the future, you, Young Master Lin Qinglin, dare to forget your own
Is it because of your identity that you are causing trouble?"
Qingqing couldn't help but lower his head deeper: "Wan... I don't dare."
Unexpectedly, after Qingqing finished speaking, he suddenly straightened up and looked directly into Mr. Ruo's eyes: "Now, I have only one thing to ask for - I want to send General Shen off to the execution ground in the water area tomorrow." This was the end of his words.
After all, Qingqing herself felt slightly panicked. Having known Mr. Xihu for a long time, this was the first time Qingqing spoke to him in a strong tone.
Zhi Yan on the side was also a little shocked. He quickly trembled his fingers and quietly pushed Qing Qing's arm.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Ruo didn't look angry. Instead, he showed a trace of helplessness and said expressionlessly: "The most powerful hemp boiling soup in Tiankeju can make people faint for three days and three nights without waking up. Even if the dosage is controlled,
, and can’t make it in time for tomorrow morning.”
"Then no need for sesame soup."
"No!" Li Zhiyan interrupted her and shouted, "Do you think cutting bones is child's play and you can just endure it? If there is no sesame soup, what should you do if you struggle and scream?"
"Then tie me up and do whatever you want with me."
"It's even more nonsense!" Zhiyan frowned, and the gentleness in his words could not be erased, but there was still visible anxiety everywhere, "Even if I tie you up and do it, it will hurt your bones.
It’s enough pain to make you faint!”
"That would be good." Qingqing lowered her voice, but smiled, "At least I am unconscious and I will have time to wake up tomorrow."
"you……"
Li Zhiyan wanted to say something more, but when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back involuntarily.
Linghu Qingqing didn't react for a moment, she felt a pain in her back, and then lost consciousness. The familiar and unbearable poisonous hair on her shoulders struck again. Qingqing gritted her teeth tightly, but she felt that the poisonous gas
The dispersion was getting worse and worse, I was sweating profusely, and I was about to be unable to hold on any longer.
Then he closed his eyes and fell into the darkness.
When he opened his eyes again, there was actually a warm current like a gurgling stream, climbing up his shoulders along the veins on his arms, and the heart-piercing pain disappeared without a trace. Only then did he realize that
It was the Wuhu acupoint on the thumb that was pressed, and the warm current came from the thumb acupoint. Qingqing was a little at a loss, for a moment she was surprised and couldn't believe it, and she didn't dare to raise her head -
It's Ziqin who is back. When the master was here, he used this method to help him get through the days of poisoning.
Qingqing smiled slightly, feeling the flow of internal energy extending in his meridians. The master's internal energy seemed to be a little weaker, but he clasped his fingers tightly, with a more unquestionable meaning. Unexpectedly, after several years of separation, Qingqing
I can almost no longer recall what my master looked like.
A faint joy surged into her heart, followed closely by the pain in her shoulders that she had never experienced before. But Qingqing took a deep breath and gradually relaxed, as if she felt the peace of mind and peace that only Dongshan could bring her.
The peace of mind finally returned to me.
Qingqing finally opened her eyes, only to find that the surroundings were pitch black——
Where is this?
Until then, Qingqing held her breath and looked around vaguely. The first thing that caught her eye was still the boundless blackness, but behind the black shadow, there was a ray of dim light.
Qingqing then lowered his head and looked at his hands - the five tiger holes of his thumb were indeed clasped by the fingers of the other hand, but the constant internal force was very different from Ziqin. The fingertips of these hands were flat, and the tiger's mouth was
The bottom of the palm is covered with thick calluses - who is this?
Although I had some doubts in my heart, my mind was so groggy that I couldn't keep my spirits up. Just when I wanted to concentrate on recalling what had just happened, the intertwining pain between dreams and reality kept confusing my mind.
It was in this trance that Qingqing noticed a golden shadow flashing before his eyes. In the endless shadow, the golden light seemed particularly dazzling. Qingqing barely blinked his eyes and looked carefully - only to see that it was
A winding strand of golden silk thread was delicately embroidered on the black robe. Four identical lines were arranged in front of Qingqing's eyes, and Qingqing suddenly realized -
It turns out that I have been leaning on Mr. Ruo's arms?
There is no doubt that Ruodong's inner strength is calm, and as the scraper on Qingqing's shoulder rises and falls, the warm current flows into Qingqing's shoulder along the two people's meridians. Qingqing vaguely remembers someone telling herself that the pain was severe enough to make
Fainted himself.
But Qingqing was extremely awake at this moment. No matter how she closed her eyes, she could not return to her previous dream.
It turns out that the memory of Lirong Mountain is so close to me, yet so far away that I can’t find it back. In the boundless wilderness just now, why couldn’t I even remember the appearance of my master?
Qingqing closed her eyes and frowned. It was as if the blades on her shoulders were cutting bones, and the blades were carved into the flesh of her heart. There is a unique Lirong Mountain in the world, and there is a man on the mountain, wearing a green robe and jade.
Playing the harp in the breeze, the sound of the harp is endless. No matter how you look for it, Lirong Mountain seems to have disappeared from the world. The blue sky is falling and the yellow spring is nowhere to be found.
As if he had stepped into an endless abyss, Qingqing felt a sudden coldness on his shoulders. I don't know if it was an illusion or something, but someone seemed to have said something in his ear: