Drunken Exquisiteness

After eleven, the bamboo house became extremely quiet.

Ling's temper was quiet, and his injuries were still unhealed. Most of the time Qing Chen didn't speak, he closed his eyes and rested alone, trying to figure out his thoughts, such as exploring the deep sea, which is harder than reaching the sky.

Being in the same room with him, as if he were alone, Qing Chen didn't really care very much, and spent most of the time in the pharmacy and fiddled with those piano music books.

The book collection here is all hand-copied small letters, and there are many copywriters’ experiences. On the title page, most of the small characters are written in neat fonts: Qing Chen recorded the teachings of the first teacher in a certain year, a certain month and a certain day. From this, Qing Chen infers that the woman she saw by the water should be a master who knows everything about her, but she doesn't have a clear impression of her person and things. She just occasionally feels a glimpse, often accompanied by attachment and nostalgia. Fleeting. There is no more conclusive information in the book records, especially the records related to the Nine Revolutions Linglong Array, which is even more clueless. There are many kinds of scrolls on hand, such as piano, chess, horoscope, Qimen Art of War, and medical books and swords. Some things she often has to stop and ponder, slowly recalling to find the matching memory, calm down and carefully sort out, it is like entering An endless treasure hunting game, consciously witty, a little bit of sleepless nights and nights.

Two days have passed, and eleven has not yet returned, and everything is calm. Qing Chen was obsessed with medical skills, and secondly, he wanted to find records related to the Nine Revolutions Exquisite Array. When he had a book in his free time, he was often fascinated by reading. Ling has been taking medicine for adjusting her breath these days, and her injury has stabilized. Seeing her sitting still all night, Ling got up and flipped through the book she had left beside her, saying, "What are you reading?"

Qing Chen looked up from the book: "These are all medical books. The one you got is about how to use poison."

Ling's eyes fell on the opened book, and he read a little: "There are also many ways to detoxify."

Qing Chen said: "Yes, everything in the world grows and suppresses each other. Every poison must have an antidote, but some poisons are too damaging because of their usage, and they are almost insoluble. Like this "Red Dust Tribulation", which is listed as the world's nine wonders, if you want to To detoxify, you must first plant poison, fight poison with poison, and regenerate poison. It seems that records are handed down from ancient witchcraft, but apart from this, there are no redundant records."

Ling Shun looked at her finger and saw that the book read: The Red Tribulation, originated from the Western Regions, is a series of strange poisons. Absolute mind, broken pulse breath, blood flowing against the whole body, there is a red line like a bracelet at three inches of Guanmai, the bracelet wraps around nine fingers, no solution...

Qing Chen said again: "And this'Bi Luo Yan'..."

Ling flipped the palm of his hand, closed the book, and said, "Your medical skills are already very good. After reading it for two days, isn't it tired?"

Qing Chen raised his eyes and smiled, and said, "Someone told me before that one cannot live for the sake of the world, but also as a doctor to save others. Besides, there is no limit to learning. There is no harm in reading more books."

Ling nodded, picked up what she wrote casually and looked at it. Qing Chen was taken aback, and hurriedly reached out to grab it: "The words are too bad, don't read it!"

Ling had already turned two pages and was snatched back by her. She did not insist, and said quietly: "Not bad, just a little lack of strength." Then he sat down at the table, took the pen over, and dropped the ink on the blank space of the paper. :

With countless rivers and lakes and tens of thousands of peaks, the boundless vastness of my heart, traveled from Central Plains to Southern Xinjiang, watching my great wingspan.

The magic way is rugged and difficult to navigate, and tomorrow’s green hills will be heavy, and life and destiny will be different, but we want to stand tall in the world.

Like a thunderstorm, the mountains and rivers are moving with great power, the sword is like a white rainbow, and the culprit is out of the sheath...

It is done in one go, the words are like the person, the face is cold and arrogant, the unrestrained body is sharp and sharp, the pen is steady and sharp, the pride is hidden and calm, and there is a fascinating momentum.

Qing Chen gave a secret compliment, admiring him for being able to memorize the words that he had heard once, and the words were really beautiful.

She meticulously took the pen and copied it, and she felt unfamiliar in the way of the pen, but the spirit of her character was hidden.

After a few moments, he wrote a few. Ling faintly watched her clear eyes under the lamp, and the beautiful woman's face was reflected in the light, soft and elegant, making the night a little more charming.

"I haven't seen you play the piano these days." He suddenly said after a while.

After hearing this, Qing Chen stopped writing and turned to ask: "Are there any songs you want to listen to?"

"Listen to what you like," he said.

Qing Chen smiled, Ji Ji took a seat in front of the piano, picked out a few Sanqu, and played casually. These days, she pays attention to everything and adapts to her words and deeds as much as possible. In addition to medical skills, she also pays extra attention to pen, ink, piano and chess. She is a clever person, and because of those bizarre memories, but within a few days, these things have been unaware that they are unfamiliar. At this time, the strings become tunes, it seems that they will come by themselves, without any abrupt feeling.

The sound of the string is curling, the meaning of the song is faint, and it is leisurely in the night wind, the song is clear and the moon is high, the moonlight is vast, and the world seems to become extremely vast.

Ling Jian stood in front of the window with his hands, his eyes pierced through the night without knowing where to cast. The breeze blew his face, making his clothes fluttering. Qing Chen suddenly felt that this figure was so lonely, as if it had precipitated an unspeakable coldness, and it was difficult for him to conceal the sudden loneliness that came from him.

She stared at his sharp profile face, the sound of the feathers under the strings was still melodious, and Ling's eyes, which had been as still as deep as the sea, suddenly passed a trace of alertness. When she raised her hand and pressed the strings, the sound of the strings suddenly stopped.

Qing Chen raised his head in surprise, and when he saw him turning into a solemn expression, he knew something had happened, otherwise, with his calm temper, he would never make such abrupt behavior. Before she could ask, there were faint horseshoes in the wind.

"Is Eleven come back?" She pulled her **** up, but she knew that it was not the case when she saw Ling Wei's frowning brows. Thinking of the conversation between him and Eleven that day, she vaguely felt uneasy. There seemed to be a slight light in Ling's eyes. He turned around and said, "If there is anything that must be brought, go get it."

Qing Chen received a few handwritten notes on the table in his arms, and the few words that had just been written were also in them, and quickly fetched a bottle of medicine for him: "This is medicine for wounds."

Ling glanced at her, took the medicine into his arms, grabbed her hand and said solemnly, "Follow me."

The two of them came out of the bamboo house, and there was a little light on the cliff on the side, and countless torches were lit at some unknown time. Ling Chen hummed coldly, faintly disdainful, his original pale face revealed icy coldness, the wind and clouds were surging, vaguely murderous.

The enemy was so aggressive, it was beyond Qing Chen's expectation that a whistling sound suddenly sounded in her ears: "Careful!" With Ling's low drink, she was suddenly pulled over and protected under him.

Along with the sound of the sound came dozens of rockets sent by the enemy, and the goddess fell on the courtyard house like flowers. The dry bamboo branches ignited on fire, and a large fire suddenly appeared in the front and back of the courtyard.

That Fang Gaoya is still some distance away. After Ling Hu was avoiding Qing Chen to the house, the sound of horseshoes was faintly heard around, and there were many people who came. If you are trapped in the courtyard at this time, you will undoubtedly be a dead end, but if you go out, you will be in the middle of the opponent. Under arms.

The power gap between the enemy and the enemy cannot be head-on, he asked Qing Chen in a low voice, "Is there any other way out here?"

Qing Chen tried his best to search in his mind, but the more anxious he became, the more chaotic his memories became blurred with the fire.

Ling Dao didn't urge her, bowed his head and drew up the water from the well, tore off a piece of outer robe to soak her, and covered her nose and mouth so as not to be choked by the smoke. At the same time, he asked, "Who built the house?"

Qing Chen said: "I...I don't know."

"Behind the house is a cliff?"

"Seems."

"Are there any underworld institutions?"

"Yes." She blurted out almost without thinking, like an instinct.

"Where?" Ling asked.

"Where?" She actually asked back.

Ling stretched out his hand to support her shoulder, and said to her in a calm and calm voice: "Don't worry, think slowly."

There was a mess in Qing Chen's heart, and there was no clue for a while. The surrounding fire was getting stronger and stronger, and the smoke went thicker and thicker with the wind. The sound of crackling bamboo bursting followed one after another. The flames were raging, and the enemy's sharp arrows were shot continuously.

Ling blocked a cold arrow and dragged her to the shadow of the room. She saw a flash of scorching fire on his face, and something flashed across her mind. "The pharmacy!" she shouted, "the pharmacy has a secret way."

"Where does it lead?"

"do not know."

Ling Wenyan said that the corners of his lips, which were squeezed in a straight line, turned up, as if laughing. Qing Chen thought he was dazzled, so he put the robe soaked in his hands on her, "Go!"

The bamboo house was stained blood red by the fire, but fortunately it has not collapsed. After the two rushed in, they only felt the heat waves scorching and thick smoke billowing, from time to time something fell down, flames danced everywhere, and sparks rushed.

Fortunately, the room was not big, so he rushed into the pharmacy in two steps. Qing Chen's thinking became clearer at this time. He pointed to the bookcase that had been licked by the tongue of flame and said, "There!"

The flames were so thick that he could hardly see anything, Ling pulled her back, slashing with palm wind.

With a bang, the bookcase collapsed and collapsed with the splashing flames, revealing a human-sized hole. A cold wind rushed out of the cave, pushing the raging fire toward the two of them.

Ling Hu took Qing Chen away to the side, and took advantage of the fact that he pulled the half-dry robe and flicked twice, and the fire rolled away to both sides in response. "Go!" He first sent Qing Chen into the secret path, and then entered himself.

The secret passage is quite wide, avoiding the scorching heat wave, but the humid air inside seems cool, and the gentle breeze is sent from the front from time to time, and it seems that it is not too far from the exit at the other end. Qing Chen followed Ling's footsteps and groped all the way forward, his hands always supporting her, she felt that her palms were cold, and the warmth of his palms was as old as the old, it seemed that no matter how big the change was, it would not affect his mood.

The surroundings are pitch black, the feet are uneven, and water may occasionally be stepped on. It can be speculated that this so-called "secret path" should be naturally formed rather than artificially excavated. About the time of a cup of tea, the violent fire behind him got farther and farther until it disappeared. Ling suddenly stopped and said, "There is an exit in front. I'll take a look first."

Qing Chen didn't follow a step, he had already pushed aside the vegetation out of the hole, and then turned around and came back: "They will find this place soon, go out and think of a solution."

After going out of the hole, I discovered that it was not far from the bamboo house. The exit and the entrance of the bamboo house are actually the two ends of a mountain road. A bamboo house was built at one end, and the other end is covered by natural trees and grass. This is where they are now.

Looking back, I saw a flash of fire. After the fire was in full swing, it gradually declined, and then quickly extinguished, as if it had been extinguished artificially. Such a fire extinguished in no time, and these people set fires quickly and orderly. They were obviously trained regular troops, not mountain bandits. There was a faint shout and the sound of horseshoes in the wind, but for a moment, the spotlights of the scattered cliffs quickly gathered in one place, and then separated several branches, one chasing upstream, and the remaining three chasing downstream. Of the three that rushed downstream, one came quickly toward them, and the other two fanned out and moved forward slowly, conducting an airtight search.

The noise came from far to near, and in the shadow of the mountain, Ling's eyes were as cold as a blade, sweeping the enemy lightly. After the enemy discovered the bamboo house, they probably believed that they were here, and the soldiers and horses were all concentrated here, but there was no one on the other side. He pondered slightly, lowered his head and said to Qing Chen: "Walk into the water and hold me tight."

Qing Chen knew he was going to wade across the river, and nodded in agreement. Ling stretched out his hand to embrace her and took her into the deep water. The buoyancy of the water slowly lifted them up. His arms were wrapped around Qing Chen's waist forcefully, and the two would not be washed away by the current.

The flow of this section of the river is quite deep, unlike the stream in front of the bamboo house where there is no ankle. Even if the enemy finds that they are on the other side, they have to abandon their horses to chase them, so that they can regain some disadvantages. The night river water just concealed the movement of the two of them. After a while, when he heard the sound of horses hoof approaching the shore, Ling Zaiqing whispered in his ear: "Inhale, hold your breath."

Qing Chen did what he said, and suddenly felt that he was energetically taken into the water and dived downstream.

Qing Chen's water quality is not good. The two of them were underwater. She could barely endure it at first, but she soon felt tight in her chest and was very uncomfortable. She couldn't help but struggle and almost fainted. Ling seemed to feel that she was wrong. He was chasing soldiers on the shore and could not take her to the air for breathing. He tightened his arms and leaned over and gave her a breath of innocence with his mouth.

A warm current suddenly appeared in Qing Chen's chest, rushing into his atrium with inexplicable warmth, and the feeling of the water floating like falling into the clouds. At this time, the sound of horseshoes of chasing soldiers continued to rush downstream along the bank, and Ling also took her to the other bank in time. The two suddenly emerged from the water, Qing Chen was weak all over, resting on Ling's shoulders and gasping for breath, almost feeling like a reincarnation in his heart. After a moment, she eased her anger and looked up. He also happened to look down. Those cold eyes were unexpectedly imprinted in the bottom of his heart, and the body no longer looked like a dream. Because of this, the sun, moon and time became so real.

"Four brother..." She couldn't help but whispered softly.

Ling Shen glanced at her deeply, there seemed to be a trace of fluctuation in his eyes, and said in a low voice, "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time, let's go."

At this time, a faint cyan light appeared from the horizon, and it would be more difficult for them to hide their signs after dawn.

The two went ashore to rest for a while, and took a remote path into the mountain. Qing Chen kept thinking along the way, and those intermittent memories were gradually pieced together, making them clearer than before. Under her guidance, the two of them entered a peach grove, went up the stream, and found a cave that was considered to be hidden for the time being.

The chill is the worst in the early morning, with gusts of cold wind in the mountains, rustling vegetation and shaking ghosts. Qing Chen fumbled into the cave, remembering that there should be flints and the like. The real "Feng Qingchen" would often come here before, and there were also traces of being cleaned around. At this time, she didn't feel as chaotic as she was a few days ago, and she soon became familiar with the surrounding environment. Sure enough, after a while, she found an oil cloth bag in the stone wall with flint knives and some commonly used medicines. Ling had entered before her, and after looking around, she was sure that there was no danger. At this time, she turned around and saw that she was shaking slightly from the cold in the cave, so he took off his robe and handed it to her: "If it is a fire for warmth, it will attract chase. Soldier, bear with me for a while."

Qing Chen smiled gratefully at him, but when he lowered his head, he felt blood stains on his clothes, and said, "Is the wound open? I'll help you see."

Under the night light, his face was slightly pale, and he did not object to it. Qing Chen found out the flint and wound medicine, knelt on the ground and tore off his clothes, and then treated the wound for him again. There was a faint flame in Ling's hand, and the two breathed similarly under the dim light, and she could almost hear his heartbeat, with a steady and firm sound. With this slight voice, her initially flustered heart slowly calmed down. This moment is quiet, life and death are far apart, no matter who he and she are, how dangerous the road ahead is, and they can rely on each other at this time, then everything seems to be no big deal.

"How did you know that there is such a place?" Suddenly, he asked.

Qing Chen paused for a while without raising his head, and said in a low voice: "Here...not far away, outside Taolin is my master's tomb."

He seemed to lower his head and said, "Your master?"

"Yeah." Qing Chen raised her eyes at this time and smiled helplessly, "But I don't know where he came from, I only know to call him master. He... knows a lot of things, but never seems to laugh." She looked back and recalled for a moment. , Looked out through the faint hole of light and shadow, suddenly said softly: "I think he is a sad man."

Ling stared at her under the firelight for a moment, gave a faint hum, then did not ask any more, extinguished the fire, and the surroundings fell into darkness all of a sudden. Qing Chen collected the medicine bottle and was about to get up. Suddenly, her body shook and fell to the ground again. Ling noticed her strangeness, stretched out his hand to help, and said, "What's wrong?"

Qing Chen leaned back on the rock wall, only to feel that his heart was beating abnormally, and his breathing was suffocated, which was extremely uncomfortable. She raised her hand and held her chest, remembering that the owner of this body had mentioned "heart disease", and a thought suddenly flashed in her mind. If she dies like this, maybe she wakes up again and everything will return to normal. indefinite?

Seeing that she hadn't spoken for a long time, Ling raised his hand to caress her forehead. There was nothing unusual after trying, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Qing Chen opened his eyes in the dark and saw his face vaguely. For some reason, his gaze when he looked at her felt strange, and those eyes seemed to carry some kind of magical power, capable of dispelling many mixed thoughts and staying on the wandering. Uncertain soul. At this time, her chest became suffocated slightly, and she took a deep breath and said, "It's okay, maybe I ran too fast and was tired."

Ling nodded, let go of his hand, and stood up. He walked to the entrance of the cave alone, looked around, and seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he turned and said: "They can't find anyone on the other side. They will search here again, and they will find it here soon. You stay Don't go out here, I'll turn away the chasing soldiers, and then come back to pick you up."

Qing Chen suddenly heard that he was going to risk alone, thinking of the enemy's position just now, and lingering fear: "No, how can you avoid so many chasing soldiers?"

Ling walked back into the cave: "Two days have passed, and the eleventh brother must have been nearby. I have my own way to contact him. The goal of those outside is me. As long as you don't get out here, you won't be in danger."

Although Qing Chen does not know his identity, it must be extremely important for the other party to spend so much force and time searching for the two brothers. Moreover, it is unknown whether the 11th will arrive in time. Thinking about this, it is even more improper. , Said: "Their target is you, so you can't go out. Why don't you get out of the chasing soldiers? You can get away and find eleven. The other party throws a rat, even if it catches me, it won't happen. I am alone and have no worries, nor do I lose anything..."

Ling Wenyan frowned, and Qing Chen wanted to say something more, but he heard him shout in a deep voice: "Nonsense!" He looked up and saw a sharp cold in his eyes.

Qing Chen had never seen him look like this before, and his mind was slightly shaken, and he didn't say anything further.

Ling seemed to be scared of her, and his expression slowed down, returning to that unmarked indifference. He squatted down beside her, looked her eyes straight, and said, "Remember not to go out, I will definitely come back."

Qing Chen stared into his eyes and couldn't help but nodded slowly in his silent and determined gaze. He lowered his head and looked at each other. After a while, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing her the first smile after meeting.

As if the clouds blow and the mist on the deep lake, the white snow and ice peaks, the clear light and the water shadow, the smile is fleeting. Ling raised his head, walked a few steps, stopped suddenly, turned his head slightly and said to her: "My name is Ye Tianling."

"Ye Tianling." Qing Chen muttered silently as he watched his slender figure disappear beyond the lush vegetation.

Outside Lin Mi was dark and dark. After a while, people and horses neighed vaguely from far away. Suddenly they shouted for killing, as if there was a fierce battle and confrontation, and it was just an illusion.

Qing Chen touched the cold rock and stood quietly waiting. Behind him is a dark cave, silent, which can hide panic and worry.

The distant sky finally slowly opened the light cyan sky, the moon set and sunrise, the sky gradually brightened, and the birds began to mellowly sound, and the air was filled with the breath of morning.

As the layers of sunlight became brighter, Qing Chen's heart gradually became worried, as if a seed saw the sunlight and could no longer restrain its growth, gradually awakening and spreading into force. The longer the time, the more tormented this feeling. She stood at the entrance of the cave for a long time, and finally walked around a few steps uncomfortably, but suddenly something fell out of her arms. Looking down, she turned out to be the medical book she carried with her before she left. The pages of the book were soaked with water, and there was a cloud of blurred writing. A room of medical books has already been burned, and now the few remaining books can't be kept. She frowned regretfully, and hurriedly walked out of the cave to find a flat boulder on which she hung the book. Fortunately, the middle one was only slightly damp, and the words in it were also spared.

Concentrating on spreading the book there, she almost forgot that Ye Tianling had told him not to come out.

As time passed by, hope seemed to fade away.

She put a dried handwriting in her arms, stood up and looked towards the mountains. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of wind in her ears, followed by a pain in the back of her neck, and finally she saw a blue sky and the sun on the green branches. His head throbbed and sparkled, as if a smile of eleven heroes passed by, and then the whole person lost consciousness.