Suo Jinling

Thick and long shadows fell from the sky, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the ground, clouds floated in the air, and the snow and fog became smaller. Chen Jing spread his five fingers, blood was hidden on the fingers, and the coldness spread on the fingertips, turning into drops of snow water.

The sun rises and the sun sets, the flowers bloom and wither, the world is not benevolent and treats all things as dogs. He has always been sure that man will conquer the sky, but at this moment and this situation... he can no longer hold on.

Mr. is willing to use his heart and soul to save the child's life. Jingming struggled for half his life, and finally recognized his father and brother. From now on, he should live happily ever after. ?

It's just a cycle.

Even if the weather is favorable and the world is peaceful, the court is still turbulent, the Qin Tianjian is still surrounded by wolves, the four seas are still not peaceful, and the surrounding tribes still frequently invade. Putting this heavy responsibility on one person's shoulders is nothing more than a strongman's difficulty.

Immortal officials always use wine to soothe their sorrows and fume themselves. They are not in the mortal world. He is not a person with joys and sorrows accompanied by relatives and friends. He is a treasure and a spiritual grass. He forces himself to become a tribute , placed on a high platform.

Unloading the burden and gaining peace forever... For the immortal official, it is also the long-awaited liberation.

Sad Qin and Han Scriptures, all the palaces have made earth.

Prosperity, the people suffer, death, the people suffer.

And Jingming... should also let go of the burden and share the family happiness with his father and brother.

The wolf howled again in the forest, the white wolf stepped on the snow, arched its back high, bared its sharp canine teeth, and walked towards Chen Jing with glaring eyes. Chen Jing threw away the long knife, wrapped a cloth around his fist, and walked towards the giant wolf .

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The bedroom fell into dead silence.

Sandalwood overflows like a cloud, soaking from the outside to the inside, soaking the internal organs and melting the limbs.

The heavy curtains hang down to the ground, and the bedroom is like a coffin covered with spikes, so that half of the light cannot penetrate.

He Zhong was hidden in it, and the quilt pressed against his chest was pressed downwards, they were thick and tight, like a tightly seamed stone slab, crushing him into thin slices.

He was not breathing well, and his wheezing was clearly audible, and the feeling of being pinched seven inches was like someone's internal organs being tightly grasped. He knew in his heart that if the grass was in his hands, and he had never met Ah Jing, he would spare no effort to save the child... ···· But man is not as good as heaven, since Ah Jing has found him, this choice is not only his own.

Many causes and effects are entangled and entangled, turning into a knot that cannot be untied. If the child had not been lost by mistake, if the child had not disguised himself and sneaked into the general's mansion, if the dragon's vein had not been destroyed, Ah Jing had not been forced to leave the mansion to enter the court and meet with the immortal officials. Acquaintance, if the child has not taken Danfeng Hongning Wan for so long...

As long as there is the slightest movement, everything will be different.

If Ah Jing really wants to save the immortal officials and seek the well-being of thousands of people, what can He Zhongyin do now?

Now that his blood is depleted and his limbs are weak, he still needs to take care of him for several days before he can regain his health. If he insists on snatching the spirit pill from Ah Jing, what are his chances of winning?

He Zhongyin was groping in his arms, the short dagger bamboo tube seemed to be thrown under the cliff, and half of the hard objects could not be touched.

Not to mention whether he could find a sharp weapon, if it really came to the point where the swords were facing each other, would he be able to make a move on the disciple who had high hopes?

For the baby I am thinking about...some things have to be done.

He Zhongyin let go of his fingers, red and white in front of his eyes, and was covered by layers of darkness. He jumped on his horse recklessly before, and then he talked all the time, telling everything. He was exhausted and fell into a dream. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he opened his eyelids, rubbed his eyebrows with his fingertips, and dispelled the heavy black curtain. His eyes were hazy and he saw a familiar figure.

Chen Jing was sitting on the edge, his black hair was messy like weeds, the cloth strips on his shoulders were stained with blood, his neck and forearms were gnawed by something, and they were covered with mottled scratches. Bite marks, mud rubbed from fingers to cheeks, the whole face was gray and black, as if rolled in muddy water several times.

"What’s wrong with you?"

"We fought with the white wolf," Chen Jing shook his arm, "the fight was hearty, smashing dozens of saplings and smashing many ice floes."

He Zhongyin thought in his heart that this was not a battle, he was obviously held there and beaten violently.

During the conversation, nosebleeds poured down, Chen Jing didn't care to wipe it off, and wiped the bloodstains with his hand: "Sir, have I changed?"

"I'm not the old Ah Jing anymore," Chen Jing said, "I've let you down."

The bedroom is quiet, the candlelight flickers on and off, the long shadow is trapped in the darkness, the tall body sitting on the edge of the collapse collapses into a ball, turning into a barking puppy, rubbing against the palms, sticking out the short tongue Lick and leave moist touch.

"Jingming has suffered a lot," Chen Jing said, "The seedlings grow in the desert, without the nourishment to survive, and grow up amidst lies and deceit, driven by others in a daze."

He Zhongyin caressed his chest lightly, the bloody hole had grown up long ago, but the pain intensified, and the gust of wind gushed through it, setting off a stormy sea. He fastened the front of his chest, tried his best to take a few breaths, and pressed down the mouth that was about to exit. choking.

Chen Jing stretched his arms deep into his bosom, carefully took out the spirit pill, and placed it in the palm of Mr.

He Zhongyin clenched his fists tightly, bent his arms to his chest, the gouged out flesh and blood grew back, and the spirit pills turned into warmth, filling the broken chest.

"Sir, can you still stand up?" Chen Jing said, "I'll send you back to Jingming's side."

Even if he couldn't stand up, he had to climb back to the temple. He Zhongyin was weak and couldn't stand upright. When he sat up, he was spinning. His eyes were red and white, as if covered in blood mist. He was unable to climb on the horse's back. Chen Jing rode a ride with him, and the two of them shuttled through the forest, their gowns were blown up by the strong wind, and their long hair was flying in all directions. before.

He Xiuzhu held the medicine bowl in one hand and the charcoal in the other. His whole face was mottled with black, gray and purple. Make a move: "Father..."

"Your father is still alive and hasn't turned into a ghost yet," He Zhongyin said in a flustered voice, "How is Jingming?"

He Xiuzhu cried and said, "There's no water or rice in these two days, and he didn't respond to shaking."

Shocked, Chen Jing jumped off his horse and brought He Zhongyin into the room.

The sandalwood in the room was still there, and the curtains covered most of the daylight. Lan Jingming was lying on the couch without a sound, with the quilt covering his body, his face calm and indifferent.

"Go get a bowl of water." He Zhongyin sat on the edge of the slump, holding Lan Jingming's wrist pulse, his eyelashes drooping, "I have to give it a try."

He Xiuzhu hurriedly went out to look for water, and Chen Jing followed behind, stepping out of the threshold step by step.

"Stop," He Zhongyin said, "Aren't you waiting here?"

"Sir, I have no face to face Jingming." Chen Jing didn't turn his head, his shoulders slumped, his back was cracked and turned into ashes, "I'm guarding outside."