The Ruixin Tower towered into the clouds. Qingqing always watched it from a distance, but he had never been to such a high place.
I had just fought a hard battle, and my body was so painful that I couldn't move even half a step. But the tower was so high, and the stairs spiraled up, and I couldn't even see the end.
Several times, Qingqing felt that he had exhausted all his strength, but when he saw that the two people behind him had no intention of resting, he had no choice but to take another breath and continue to move up, dragging the heavy shackles.
An iron door stood in front of him, and the last step finally disappeared. Only then did Qingqing see that instead of looking like a place where prisoners were detained, there were simple tables and chairs inside, and even a small dressing table.
, as if someone had lived there not long ago.
The female disciple took out the key to the iron door, pushed Qingqing in, locked it and left.
When the footsteps of the two people gradually disappeared in the deep corridor, Qingqing leaned against the wall and sobbed softly.
In the next few days, the same male and female disciples took turns delivering medicine and meals. Qingqing usually did not reject all kinds of leftovers, but he poured the medicine cleanly from the clouds.
If sometimes I smell the smell of herbs in the food, I will simply not eat it.
One day, Qingqing had just raised the bowl of medicinal soup to the window when he suddenly heard a smile behind him: "Even though the medicine is bitter, Master Linghu, please don't fall from here." It turned out that Qingqing's thoughts were scattered after being injured.
Not even the footsteps of the visitor were heard.
Turning around, he saw the female disciple standing behind the door with a smile on her face. Qingqing reluctantly put the bowl back on the table, took off the banging shackles and approached, asking, "I haven't asked you the name of the young hero yet."
"My name is An Ge." After a pause, the girl continued, "My senior brother's name is Jing Ming."
"Young Master An," Qing Qing said coldly, "I have been locked up here for several days and I don't even know where I am."
"Ruixin Pagoda is on the edge of Nanlin, not far from Xuantan and West Lake." An Ge still smiled lightly, "If the young hero keeps pouring the medicine, the guards below will rush up to ask for an explanation.
Already."
When Qing Qing heard this, he put the bowl into the small opening on the iron door with an expressionless face: "Then I'll trouble you young heroes to take back what you brought."
"Ah, ah, this is not possible." An Ge pouted slightly, "Sir, you will be angry with your disciple."
"Tell Mr. Ruo to bring you some more medicine, and I'll jump right in."
"No!" Shaoxia An burst out laughing, "Young Master Linghu, no matter how hard you think about it, don't jump from here." Seeing Qing Qing's confusion, he suppressed his smile slightly: "Ruixin Pagoda Forty-Nine
Above the ground floor, every inch is covered with glazed tiles from the Bei Mo Tianshan Mountains, and the top is so slippery that even a bird can't stand on it."
"With Young Master Linghu's skill, he can usually stop jumping at any time from upstairs. If he jumps down here - there is no chance of regret!" After saying that, An Ge couldn't help but giggled again and again.
Qingqing was not in the mood to hear her smile happily and rolled her eyes silently: "What about my flute?"
"Can't give it to you."
Qingqing's eyes suddenly widened, and she was so angry that she couldn't say a word. She took a deep breath, turned back to the small mirror in the corner of the room, and untied her long black hair.
When An Ge saw him, he suddenly knocked on the door.
Reluctantly turning his head, Qingqing heard An Ge say: "Young hero spends time like this every day, how come you can't even braid your hair?"
Qingqing was stunned. In order to practice martial arts neatly on the mountain, he always tied his long hair up high, but he didn't know how to braid it. Without saying anything, An Shaoxia shook the key in his hand at Qingqing: "As long as you
Promise to stay inside, and I'll go in and play a trick on you."
Not long after they arrived, Jing Ming's traceless footsteps were faintly heard from the stairs, and then there was a scream: "Junior Sister An!"
"What's the matter?" An Ge didn't even turn his head, and was stuffing the hairy ends of Qing Qing's hair one by one into the back of Qing Qing's bun, "Young Master Linghu is not running away."
Jing Ming still stared at the two of them: "Open the door!" An Ge reluctantly opened the door just a crack, Jing Ming picked up the medicine bowl on the door and rushed in: "Drink!" Qing Qing ignored him.
, facing the yellowed mirror, stroking the bulging bun of her hair bit by bit. Seeing this, Jing Ming grabbed Qingqing's collar and forced Qingqing to turn around.
Qingqing narrowed her eyes calmly: "The medicine has gone cold."
Jing Ming moved his fingertips, and it turned out that it was true. He had left it out all morning and the cold medicine was no longer drinkable.
"Tomorrow." Qingqing tried his best to smile, "Come tomorrow and I promise to drink."
An Ge and Jing Ming looked at each other, nodded, and left. Jing Shaoxia slammed the door and let out a dissatisfied "hum".
Turning around, Qingqing looked at herself in the mirror with the rust on her face, and couldn't help but touch the long braids tangled on the left and right sides again.
When An Ge knocked on the door the next day, there was no one in the house. He banged a few times and even dropped the water glass on the ground, but there was still no response.
Thinking of what Qing Qing said about glazed tiles yesterday, An Ge was suddenly startled and quickly took out the key——
A pool of bright red blood dripped on the ground and continued to spread.
Quickly taking out the key, Ange entered the house. Turning the corner, he found Qingqing lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her eyes and mouth were black, and black blood was still flowing out of her shoulders. She carefully stepped forward to pick up Qingqing, and Qingqing
But Qing's body was so weak that he couldn't feel anything, let alone drink the medicine.
While he was in a hurry, there seemed to be a gourd bottle hanging around Qingqing's neck.
An Ge took it off, opened the lid and put it to his nose and smelled it. The deep air was indeed very much like Biting Powder. He tried putting some on his fingers and smeared it on Qingqing's lips. Finally, the color of his blood turned, and Qingqing also gradually
wake up.
Before Qingqing could open his eyes, An Ge asked: "How can you have the antidote to biting poison when you set up Rongshan?"
Qingqing tilted his head: "Do you really think that there are all the monsters and ghosts on Dongshan Mountain that are passed down from generation to generation?"
Ange didn't answer.
Seemingly regaining some strength, Qingqing suddenly pushed up her upper body, took the medicine bottle from An Ge and drank it in one gulp. Then she wiped her mouth and said, "It really feels bitter. Did it scare you?"
An Shaoxia shook his head, an elusive light seemed to flash in his eyes.
"That's what Bitingdu is like. There are so many disciples under Mr. Ruo, but you are probably the only one who has seen poisonous hair..."
"Stay."
An Ge had been listening quietly, but suddenly interrupted Qingqing's words. Qingqing suddenly wondered: "Where are you going?"
"Go and plead guilty to the master, plead guilty to the boss, and then hand over that duck book. The jade flute and the antidote will be yours."
Qingqing stared at her blankly, their clear eyes facing each other, their lips trembling for a long time, but neither of them could speak. In an instant, Qingqing suddenly stood up, chopped the warm herbs in the medicine bowl and threw them on the ground.
on the ground. "...get out."
"Young Master Linghu..."
"Get out!" Qingqing's body was too weak to stand. She fell down and had to hold on to the wall. "If you don't get out, I will really jump off the top!"
When An Ge saw that she didn't look like an empty threat, he was so frightened that he stood up quickly, grabbed the door and ran out. He turned around and locked the door, but Qing Qing stood quietly at the window, and the cold wind from high above blew away yesterday's braids.
Come.
"Ange..." Qingqing frowned, and the girl outside the door turned around.
"I will accept the lives of the people I have hurt, but - I can tell you, when I have blood on my hands, I don't regret it at all."
After saying that, he coughed violently several times, fell heavily to the ground, and curled up, shaking non-stop.
In the next few days, two more people took turns bringing food, but they just put the food in the small window of the iron door and never came in again.
Qingqing also huddled in the corner for a long time, and the antidote did not move at all. She saw that the meals brought and sent away every day gradually became indistinguishable, and in the end, they were not even touched.
Jingming climbed countless steps alone, put down his food and medicine, and locked the door again.
"Cluck." A few faint sounds came from around the corner.
Sighing slightly, Jingming turned back and went downstairs.
"Cack...cluck..." The sound became louder and louder, even making the steps creak and shake. Helpless, Jing Shaoxia had no choice but to take a breath, take out the key and go up to the top floor.
Before I opened the door, I saw a weak arm hanging on the ground where the old dried blood was.
Sure enough, Qingqing was leaning against the wall, hesitating violently with her limbs, and her head hit the wall. Her red forehead was scratched in a large area at the corner, while Qingqing gritted her teeth tightly, and blood foam continued to pour out of her mouth.
It makes a "clucking" sound.
Jing Ming knew the efficacy of biting poison. After all, his husband had never used such a terrifying poison outside easily. He remembered that ten years ago, during the civil war in West Lake, he was still a child and had seen a poison on the eighty-plus floors of this tower.
A weirdo with black skin and red eyes.
Later, I found out that the weirdo had one of his hands cut off by Mr. Ruo when he attacked Sect Leader Wen, and was imprisoned in the Ruixin Tower.
Every night, there is music and music under the tower, and the strings and bamboo strings are endless. The heart-rending screams of the weirdo have long been hidden. Several times when I followed my senior brother to take care of this black-skinned weirdo, the man always stared with a pair of red eyes.
Beads, throw the antidote that was delivered all over the floor.
Immediately afterwards, there was another impact all night, causing blood to drip from his head.
"Giggle..." The familiar sound of struggling reached his ears, bringing Jingming's temporary thoughts back.
If there is any difference between Qingqing and the black-skinned weirdo before, it is - Jing Jing. The unforgettable Jing Qing, no matter how painful she was, he didn't hear her say a word.
The uncomfortable tearing sound became more and more intense. Qingqing's nails dug into the wall, and the sawdust from the wooden nails were deeply embedded in the gaps between her nails, causing her hands to be covered with blood.
"Ah!" A sharp scream suddenly stopped.
Jing Ming touched the Shenfeng point under Qingqing's ribs. How could Qingqing survive? Finally, he broke out in a cold sweat and cried out. For a moment, he felt as if his limbs were tightly imprisoned by iron chains weighing a thousand kilograms.
There was no room for struggle, so he fell straight to the ground.
With a heavy "bang", Qingqing's mouth was bleeding, and she finally couldn't move.
Jing Ming picked up the decoction that was just heated today and held it in front of him——
"Where is "Fan Ya Ji"?"
Qingqing closed her eyes tightly and shook her head.
Jingming no longer hesitated and poured a bowl of bitter water on Qingqing's face. The thick brown juice was poured into Qingqing's mouth and nose, and Shan Qing's robe was splashed with color.
"It's your own fault."
Seeing a lot of soup seeping into Qingqing's mouth, Jingming turned around and locked the door.