After Eleven left, the bamboo house became extremely quiet.
Ling's temperament is quiet, and his injuries are still not healed. Most of the time when others don't speak, he will keep silent and close his eyes to rest his mind. Trying to figure out his mind is like exploring the deep sea, and it's hard to compare to climbing to the sky.
Being in the same room with him is like being alone. Qing Chen didn't really care, and stayed alone in the pharmacy flipping through the books.
The books are all hand-copied in small script, and there are many copyists' experience in using medicine. The words are in traditional characters. She often has to stop and ponder for a while, but there is nothing wrong with her. She is not unfamiliar with many things, so calm down Straighten it out carefully, feel that it is full of fun, and for a while, I seem to forget to eat and sleep.
In addition to a vegetable bed in the front yard of the house, all kinds of herbs are neatly planted, many of which are quite precious medicines, and a lot of thought must have been spent on planting them.
The sun was calm, Qing Chen leaned over and pulled out a few weeds, holding them on his fingertips and staring at the distant mountains and forests. In such a peaceful place, if there were no possible dangers and unresolved things in her heart, she might like the simplicity The Planting Medicine reading here.
Two days passed, Shi Shi hadn't returned yet, and everything was quiet.
Qing Chen is often fascinated by the book in his hand, and this night he still holds the book and sits quietly under the lamp to study. Ling walked over and casually flipped through a book she had left at hand, and said, ""The Book of the Underworld"?"
"Huh?" Qing Chen raised his head from the book, saw that he was holding a notebook, and said, "I haven't finished reading it yet, it seems that there are mostly methods of using poison."
Ling's eyes fell on the open book, and he read it briefly: "It seems that there are many ways to detoxify."
Qing Chen took the book and didn't read the content for a while, only felt that there was something related to this book, and thought about it intently, but he didn't have a clue. She pressed the center of her eyebrows, flipping the pages of the book thoughtfully, in which she really described the poison and detoxification techniques in detail, and couldn't help but read carefully.
Not long after, she couldn't help frowning, pointing to the book: "This poison called 'Red Dust Tribulation' is too sinister, not to mention killing people, the detoxification must use the 'Blood Soul Orb'. Blood Soul Orb is such an overbearing thing , hurting the meridians and depleting vitality is no different from poison in itself, there is such a vicious medicine in the world."
Ling looked along her finger, and saw that the book said, "It caused the person to have no pulse, the blood flowed all over the body, and there were red threads like a bracelet in the vein..."
Qing Chen frowned and said: "And this 'Bi Luo Yan'..." Ling didn't wait for her to read again, turned his palm over, and closed the book: "Aren't you tired after reading it for two days?"
She took advantage of the opportunity to put down the book, raised her eyes and smiled: "You can't live to help the world, but you should also save people as a doctor. There is no harm in reading more medical books. The pain of reading is the joy in the pain."
With a calm face, Ling picked up what she had scribbled casually and looked at it with indifferent eyes, shaking her head slightly.
Qing Chen was a little discouraged, knowing that his soft brush calligraphy was not satisfactory, but his expression was still frustrating. But I saw him sitting down at the table, took out a pen, and wrote on the blank space of the paper:
Countless rivers and lakes and thousands of peaks, infinitely vast my heart, travel all over the Central Plains to southern Xinjiang, see my great wings spread majestic. The road of the devil is rough and difficult to pass, and the green mountains will be heavy tomorrow. The fate of people is different, but I want to stand in the sky and the earth. Swearing to the death to run against the thunder, the mighty mountains and rivers move, the sword is like a white rainbow, unsheathed to chase the culprit. There is also love in the depths, why bother to meet again, since ancient times, heroes are so lonely, and there is no kind of love. Good man, don't miss your youth, watch the situation change again, and the colorful clouds will fly.
The words are written in one go, and the characters are like the person, and there is a cold and lonely, unrestrained style of movement, which is vigorous and straight, steady and sharp, and the arrogance is hidden and restrained, and it has a fascinating momentum.
Qing Chen gave a secret compliment, amazed that he was able to write down the word after hearing it once, and the word was really beautiful. She studied carefully and picked up a brush to copy. She still felt unfamiliar with the brushwork, but her spirit was hidden in her style.
Not long after writing a few sheets, Ling Dan looked at her under the light with clear eyes like water, her profile reflected the light, soft and elegant: "I haven't heard you play the piano for a few days." He said suddenly.
Qing Chen then put down his pen, turned his head and asked, "Is there any song you want to hear?"
"As you wish." Ling said.
Qing Chen smiled, and sat down in front of the piano, her eyes melted into the light wind and light moon quietly flowing outside the window. She flicked the Sanqu casually, tapped her fingers slightly, the strings sounded deep, plucked lightly and slowly, the meaning of the song was light and melodious In the night breeze.
The song is clear and the moon is high, the sky and the earth seem to become extremely wide and far away, and the moonlight is vast.
Ling stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes piercing through the darkness and he didn't know where to look. The night wind was blowing gently against his face, making his clothes flutter. Qing Chen suddenly felt that this figure was so lonely, with an unspeakable coldness, tall and handsome, it was difficult to conceal a sudden loneliness in him, which was indescribable.
She stared intently at his chiseled side face, and felt that he seemed to blend into the quiet moonlight. The string was slightly higher, and the feather voice was clear and graceful, and Ling's eyes, which were originally as quiet as the deep sea, suddenly flashed a hint of vigilance. The hand pressed down on the strings, and the melodious sound of the strings was suddenly interrupted.
Qing Chen looked up in surprise, and when he saw Ling Zhuan's solemn expression, he knew something was going on, otherwise, with his calm temperament, he would never have made such an abrupt and good news move.
She didn't open her mouth to ask, and the panic that flashed across her heart disappeared when she looked at his cold face. She stood up quietly, and Ling said to her, "Is there anything you must bring to get it?"
She put a few notebooks on the table into her arms, and put the few words she wrote just now in it, quickly took a bottle of medicine and said: "This is medicine for wounds."
Ling glanced at her, put the medicine into his arms: "Follow me."
The two of them came out of the bamboo hut, and there were numerous torches lit on the cliff opposite. Ling Chen snorted coldly, with a touch of disdain, and the originally clear eyes showed a coldness, the storm was dark, and there was a vague murderous intent.
It was beyond Qing Chen's expectation that the enemy would go to war so aggressively. A whistling voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "Be careful." Following Ling's low shout, she was suddenly pulled over vigorously and protected under him.
Along with the whistling sound came dozens of rockets fired by the enemy, which fell on the house in the courtyard like scattered flowers. The dry bamboo branches ignited immediately, and a large flame burst out in the front and back of the courtyard.
The high cliff on the opposite side is still separated from here by the river, and Ling Hu Qingchen avoided the back of the house. There were faint sounds of horseshoes coming from all around, and there were many people coming. The other party is playing tricks.
The disparity between the enemy and ourselves cannot be confronted 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 his memory was chaotic and blurred with the firelight.
Ling Dao didn't urge her, but lowered his head to draw up the well water, and tore off a piece of his outer robe to cover her mouth and nose, so as not to be choked by the thick smoke. Asked: "Who built the house?"
Qing Chen said, "I don't know."
"There is a cliff behind the house?"
"Seems to be."
"Is there a place like secret passage agency?"
"Yes." She blurted out almost without thinking, like an instinct.
"Where is it?" Ling asked.
"Where is it?" She actually asked back.
Ling stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, and said to her in a calm and calm voice, "Don't worry, think slowly."
Qing Chen's memory was a mess, bumping east and west in a chaotic manner, the surrounding fire was getting fiercer, the smoke was getting thicker and thicker with the wind, the sound of crackling bamboo bursting came one after another, the flames were raging, and the enemy's arrows continued to shoot incessantly .
Ling blocked a cold arrow and dragged her to the dark place in the corner of the room. She saw the scorching fire reflected on his face and suddenly something flashed in her mind: "Pharmacy!" She shouted : "The pharmacy has secret passages."
"Where does it lead?"
"have no idea."
Ling Wenyan, the corners of his mouth that were coldly pursed into a straight line turned upwards, as if he was smiling, Qing Chen felt that his eyes were dazzled, and he put the soaked robe on her body: "Let's go!"
The bamboo hut was dyed red by the fire that soared into the sky, but fortunately it has not collapsed yet. After the two rushed in, they felt the scorching heat and thick smoke billowing, and things fell down from time to time, and flames danced wildly everywhere, sparks falling in disorder.
Fortunately, the room is not big, so he ran into the pharmacy in two steps. Qing Chen pointed to the bookcase that had been half-licked by the flames: "Behind that!"
The fire was so thick that it was almost impossible to see anything clearly. Ling pulled her back and kicked her towards the bookcase.
With a sound of "boom", the bookcase collapsed to the ground with the splashing flames, revealing a hole that could pass about one person. Suddenly a gust of whirlwind gushed out of the hole, pushing the powerful fire towards the two of them.
Ling Hu protected Qing Chen to dodge to the side, and took advantage of the situation to pull the half-dried outer robe and lashed twice, causing the flames to roll to both sides for a while. "Let's go!", he first sent Qing Chen into the secret passage, followed by himself.
The secret passage is fairly wide, and the humid air inside seems cool instead of the scorching heat wave, and there is a breeze from the front, it seems that there is an exit at the other end.
Qing Chen followed Ling's footsteps and groped forward all the way, his hand held her all the time, she felt that her palm was cold, but the warmth in his hand remained steady.
The surroundings are as dark as a curtain, the feet are uneven, and occasionally you will step on stagnant water. It can be speculated that this is the so-called "secret passage" or is formed naturally rather than artificially.
After walking for about a cup of tea, the noisy fire behind him became farther and farther away until it disappeared. Ling stopped suddenly: "The front is the exit, I'll go and have a look first."
Qing Chen grabbed him: "Let's go together."
In the darkness, she felt Ling's eyes flashing across her face like substance, and an irrefutable voice sounded in her ear: "Wait."
She didn't keep up with her a step, Ling had pushed through the grass and got out of the cave, and then turned back: "They will find this place soon, go out first and then find a way."
After leaving the cave, it turns out that this place is not far from the bamboo house. The exit and the entrance of the bamboo house are actually the two ends of a mountain road. The bamboo house was built on one side, and the natural growth of trees and grass on the other side is where they are now.
Looking back, there was only a blaze of fire, the fire gradually declined after its peak, and then quickly extinguished, as if it had been extinguished artificially. Such a fire was extinguished in an instant, and these people set fires and extinguished them quickly and orderly. They were obviously trained and regular troops, and their strength made people feel chills.
In the darkness, the little torches that were originally scattered on the cliff quickly gathered in one place, and then separated into several branches, one chased upstream, and the remaining three chased downstream. Of the three downstream, one came towards them quickly, and the other two fanned out and moved forward slowly, doing a carpet search.
The sound of horseshoes approached from far away, and Ling's expression in the dark was as condensed as a blade, sweeping across the enemy lightly. The enemy probably believed that they were on this side, so they concentrated their soldiers and horses on this bank, but left the other bank empty. He lowered his head and said to Qing Chen: "Get into the water and hold me tight."
Knowing that he was going to wade across the river, Qing Chen nodded in agreement, Ling stretched out his arms to wrap her arms around her slender waist, and led her into the deep water. The buoyancy of the water slowly lifted them up, and his arm was firmly around Qing Chen's waist, so that the two of them would not be washed away by the current.
The water in this section of the river is quite deep, unlike the stream in front of the bamboo house, which does not reach ankles. Even if the enemy found that they had crossed the other side, the horses could not cross such a deep water, so they had to abandon their horses and come after them. After all, they were at a very disadvantage to get back three points. When he heard the sound of horseshoes approaching the shore, Ling whispered in Qingchen's ear: "Breathe in, hold your breath."
Qing Chen followed his words, feeling that he was forcefully dragging him into the water, and dived down.
It was okay at first, but after a while she felt tightness in her chest, which was very uncomfortable, she couldn't help struggling, and almost fainted. Ling seemed to feel that something was wrong with her. He tightened his arms, leaned over and breathed out his true energy to her.
There was a warm current in Qing Chen's chest, rushing against the atrium with a strange warmth, the feeling of floating on the water was like falling into the clouds. At this time, the horseshoes of the chasing soldiers continued to run downstream along the bank, Ling also led her to dive to the other side, but could not rest, and chose a remote path into the mountain.
There was a very faint blue light in the sky, and it would be even more difficult for them to hide their tracks after dawn.
Ling found a small but fairly secret cave for Qing Chen to hide in, leaned against the rock wall to adjust his breath, leaned over and said, "Stay here and don't come out, I'll get rid of the enemy and come pick you up. "
Qing Chen held on to the rock to breathe in a hurry, his heart was beating extremely fast, almost bursting out of his chest. However, in such a flustered situation, Ling didn't look embarrassed, and looked calm and composed. Suddenly hearing that he was going to be alone in danger, she grabbed him and said, "No way, how did you escape so many pursuers?"
Ling said to her: "I have my own way. Their target is me. As long as you don't come here, you won't be in danger."
Although Qing Chen didn't know his identity, it must be extremely important for the other party to spend so much time and strength searching for the two brothers. If you start chasing soldiers, you can get away and go find Eleven, then I can still be saved, even if I can't be saved, I will be alone and have nothing to lose, so it is worthwhile... "
"Nonsense!" She still wanted to say, but was cut off by Ling, and when she looked up, she saw his eyes were so fierce that it pierced her heart.
Qing Chen had never seen him look like this before, trembling slightly, he took his hand and let go.
Ling seemed to realize that she was frightened, his expression slowed down, and he returned to that invisible indifference. He knelt down beside her and looked directly into her eyes: "Remember not to go out, I will definitely come back."
Qing Chen stared into his eyes, the shadows were heavy, and all emotions were drowned. She nodded slowly under his silent and determined gaze.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, showing her his first smile after meeting.
The clouds blow away the fog over the deep lake, revealing the snow-capped ice peaks, the blue shadows and the water, the smile is so cold, and the coldness is full of rare softness.
The smile was fleeting, Ling raised his head and stood up, his figure suddenly paused, his brows were slightly frowned, and his left hand was pressed to his chest, Qing Chen hurriedly supported him: "What's wrong?"
He supported her slightly and stood up: "It's okay, just be careful." Then he turned and left.
After walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head slightly and said to her, "My name is Ye Tianling."
"Ye Tianling." Qing Chen stared blankly at his slender figure disappearing beyond the lush vegetation, and muttered in a low voice.
His departure made her alone, and her heart was suddenly empty to the extreme. She stood alone, praying for his safety.
Outside, the dense forest was deep and dark, and there was faint neighing of people and horses from a distant place, and suddenly there was a sound of killing, as if there was a fierce battle, or it seemed to be just an illusion.
Qing Chen's hand touched the cold rock, and stood quietly waiting for him to return. Behind him was the deep black cave, which was silent, hiding all panic and worries.
The distant sky slowly opened the light blue sky, the moon set and the sun rose, the sky gradually brightened, and the melodious singing of birds began to come, and the air was filled with the breath of morning.
As the sun shone brightly, fear emerged from her heart leaf by leaf, as if a seed could no longer hold back its growth after seeing the sun, gradually awakening and spreading.
After standing still for a long time, she finally took a few steps left and right uncomfortably, but suddenly something fell out of her arms, and when she looked down, it turned out to be the notes she had brought with her before she left. The pages of the book have been soaked for a long time, and most of the writing on them is blurred. A whole room of medical books has been burned, and now the few remaining books cannot be kept. Frowning remorsefully, she hurried out of the cave to find a large flat rock, and put the book on it to dry. I don't know what made the "Ming Jing Lun", but it was slightly damp and undamaged. There were a few words in it. Also survived.
Concentrating on spreading the book there, she almost forgot that Ye Tianling told her not to come out, time passed by little by little, and it seemed that hope also fell into bleakness.
She put a piece of dry writing in her arms, stood up and looked towards the mountains, suddenly there was a slight wind in her ears, followed by a pain in the back of her neck, and the last thing she saw was a blue sky, the sun shining on the green branches It jumped and shone, as if Eleven's heroic smile passed by, and then the whole person lost consciousness.