Suo Jinling

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Hong Ye swooped forward, gathered the round pill in his palm, and blew away the dust on it.

He knelt on the edge of the cliff, the gravel rolled from his knees, and fell into the abyss, the cold wind rolled his clothes, and flew up like a cloud, the back of his neck suddenly tightened, and he was pulled back by someone, pulling it back with force on stage.

Chen Jing let go of his palms, heaved a sigh of relief, tightened He Zhongyin's back, and walked forward.

"General, this round pill is not like a mortal thing," Hongye knelt down on one knee, folded his palms inwards, and held up the spirit pill high up, "There must be something strange in it."

This round pill is like a living thing, holding it in the palm of your hand like blood pulses, and the strands pull the tendons and skin. It absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon, and it is as warm and transparent as jade. The ball shows the pattern of grass leaves, and there is blood underneath, like ripples. move.

Chen Jing stopped in his tracks, took the round pill, held it between his fingers, and rubbed it against the sun twice.

The texture of the grass leaves is more deeply stained, the blood threads are swaying inside, and the vermilion wanders in the amber and is faint, ethereal and not in the world.

Heart-killing grass······

Chen Jing's eyebrows twitched, thinking of something for no reason, the jade ball in his hand became hot, scorching the skin and flesh.

"General, the injury on your shoulder has not healed, please come down and carry the sir."

Hongye leaned forward, wanting to put He Zhongyin on his back, Chen Jing lowered his eyes, a pale and bluish hand clutched the shirt, his fingers hooked inward, pinching a few folds.

"gentlemen?!"

Chen Jing turned his head to look at the person, caught a glimpse of the eyelashes made of ice and snow, and the tail of silver-white hair fell down, covering most of his face.

He Zhongyin was ignorant, his neck drooped, his breathing was almost inaudible, and he didn't intend to wake up. These micro-movements were like some kind of obsession, and he couldn't get rid of it until he died.

Chen Jing raised his hands upwards, and the fingers pinched even tighter. The blood on his shoulders was thick, soaking most of his body. He shook his head, shook off the heavy night, and pulled out the cloth strip with his separate hand, wrapping it around twice tightly.

"No need," Chen Jing said, "open the way outside, go down first and invite the most famous doctor in the neighborhood to tidy up a yard and come out."

The accompanying soldiers took orders one after another, leading the way in a long line at the front, while Hong Ye stayed at the end of the line, and adjusted He Zhongyin's body from time to time, so as not to fall off.

Chen Jing was weak in his shoulders, and he climbed down the mountain with his back on his willpower. He put the pill in his arms and stuck it on his chest. He could hear his heavy and irregular breathing, hoarse and rapid, Like a banner blown by a gust of wind, it shook and hummed.

After two days and one night without any rest, Chen Jing was sweating profusely when he reached the bottom of the mountain, his flesh was more open, blood stained most of his clothes, he let go of his arms, and gently put He Zhongyin on the ground, and his son came forward to treat him.

Hongye stepped forward to help the general bandage up, while Chen Jing sat beside him, staring straight at He Zhongyin's face, unaware of the wound on his shoulder, Hongye sprinkled a large amount of medicinal powder, the powder stung his flesh and blood, forcing him to wake up Come over: "What's the matter?"

"If you go back to the general, this lord has no wounds on his body, but he is lacking in blood and energy, and his internal organs are damaged. He needs to be healthy and healthy."

Hongye's hands trembled, and he suddenly thought of something.

At that time, the general asked him to invite a doctor for Lan Jingming, and the doctor also said that Lan Jingming's blood was lacking and his five internal organs were damaged...

"Can you worry about your life?"

"Returning to the general, the little old man is not good at academics. This adult is in good health, and his pulse condition is different from ordinary people. I don't know why his blood is so lacking. If he can rest well, his life should be worry-free."

"That's good," Chen Jing heaved a sigh of relief, and the pain in his shoulder became severe, "Carry Mr. into the courtyard and order him to take care of him."

He was worried that moving back and forth would aggravate his injury, so he didn't send him back to the mansion, he just cleaned up a yard nearby, and called in a few retainers and maidservants to take care of him. After a lot of tossing, the sky was getting late, and the accompanying soldiers went to rest and eat. Chen Jing's mouth was dry, his body was sore and limp, and he could not fall asleep while leaning on the couch. he listens.

He has never felt so insignificant. The mountains on both sides are majestic and steep, the water on the top of the canyon is gurgling, and the wind in the valley is loud. Human life is like ants, flying down from the cliff, leaving no bones left.

Chen Jing's headache was about to split, he stroked his forehead with his hands and kneaded it a few times, trying to force the pain away, he got up and walked by the river, the snow waves condensed from the water, turned into thin and crisp floating ice, and smashed into pieces on the bank.

The sky is about to snow, the snow is over and the sun is shining, the sun is shining on the earth, drying the chapped soil, and annihilating the vitality.

He took out the round pill, rolled it between his fingers a few times, the moonlight flowed from the sky, the blood was wandering in the ball, the grass stem was lifelike, the leaves trembled, and the veins were clearly visible.

The haggard and withered face of the fairy official was reflected in his chest, and Chen Jing had mixed feelings in his heart. He clapped his hands and called for the horse, which galloped in the forest.

The flying snow pierced his cheeks like a knife, and the mud and water splashed under his feet, staining the hem of his clothes. He didn't know how long he ran, but at the end he was exhausted, his eyes were dark, and he could only see a hut in a daze.

He got off his horse and walked into the house, lying in the grass room with air leaks on all sides, the falling water droplets were frozen by the cold air, and the ice cones condensed on the eaves and smashed into pieces on the ground.

He lay there in a daze until it was almost dawn, his throat and tongue were parched, so he had to go to the river to fetch water. There was a woman in simple clothes by the river, holding a porcelain bowl to scoop water. Seeing that Chen Jing was empty-handed, she stood beside her He took the cloth bag and took out a small copper basin: "If your lord doesn't dislike it, use this to scoop water."

"Thank you, Miss," Chen Jing said, "It's freezing outside, Miss, I'd better go back early to scoop up water, so as not to worry my family."

The woman had a round face, and she looked very pleasing: "It makes adults laugh. The little girl is naturally fond of cold and loves to play in the snow. In the past, the scorching sun was always hot all day long. I look forward to the stars and the moon to ask for snow from the sky. Now I finally got what I wanted, so there must be more.”

Chen Jing was surprised when he heard the words, so he couldn't help looking at her. The woman scooped up the water bowl with a smile, waved goodbye to him, and disappeared into the shadows of the forest.

He lowered his head and stared at the copper basin in his hand, clenched his hands tightly and walked forward. The mighty river was rushing majesticly like a dragon swimming into the sea.

Due to the abnormal weather, the river surged, and many sandbags were cast into dams, piled up on the bank, forming a copper wall and an iron wall. The villages outside were scattered in twos and threes. Several families lived by the river, and children played in the ice floes, laughing loudly. Chirping came, floating wantonly in the forest, shaking off countless broken leaves.

Chen Jing stood there silently, turned into a stone sculpture, the winter snow melted from his shoulders into rain, rolling down like blood, soaking most of his clothes.

A horse's hoof came from a distance, and Hongye fell off his horse, and rushed to Chen Jing, "Forgive me, General! Hongye has something important to tell the General!"

"speak."

Hong Ye sat outside He Zhongyin's courtyard all night, the lack of blood and internal damage was like a curse, circling endlessly in his chest, he couldn't hold it back when it was daylight, and finally decided to tell the whole story, whether it was punishment or death, it was up to the general decide.

Chen Jingzai listened carefully, and an almost impossible idea broke through the soil and rushed out of his chest.

Mr. and Lan Jingming...

The pain in the flesh and blood on his shoulders forced him to bend down and press his shoulder blades fiercely. As the wind rustled in the forest, a flying slave came from mid-air. He raised his arm subconsciously, and the flying slave landed firmly on it. Come on one leg.

Chen Jing endured the sharp pain, and took off the cloth strip on its leg: "Mr. woke up?!"

He clapped his hands to call the horse over, whipped his whip and ran towards He Zhong Yin's courtyard, Hong Ye followed behind, not daring to leave for a moment, the two of them galloped through the dense forest, the sound of horseshoes sounded in front of them, and the three of them rode in unison Come on, the two people on the left and right are protecting the man in the middle, several times they tried to persuade him to get off the horse, but they couldn't stop him.

The man in the middle was dressed in white, and he seemed to be weak when he was sitting on the horse. He was thrown back and forth by the reins, and the horse raised its hooves high. Can support the person and roll a few times on the ground.

"gentlemen!"

The frightened horse ran out of sight, He Zhongyin fell to the ground, his cheeks and palms were covered with mud, his arms were bloody, he was panting and coughing continuously.

Chen Jing got off his horse and hurriedly helped him up: "What are you going to do, Mister?!"

He Zhongyin's complexion was pale, his lips were dry and chapped, his eyelashes and eyebrows were like ice and snow, the coldness was not in the world.

"Ajing..."

He Zhongyin knelt down on his knees, raised his arms upwards, grabbed Chen Jing's clothes, and breathed out hissingly: "Zhuxincao..."