Jinglin couldn't get better.
He was imprisoned in a narrow stone room, and Li Rong could no longer visit him at will. Jiutianjun separated him from the sea of people and hidden him in the dark, as if he wanted to put the Yanquan sword in a high cabinet. Four or five chains were added, and there were layers of spells and spiritual patterns between the stone walls, and the accumulated barriers completely eliminated all sounds.
Jinglin could no longer distinguish between day and night, and he was buried deep in the darkness. The stone room has no doors and windows on all sides, and only the upper stone slab can slide open and close. It is not appropriate to call it a "stone room", because it should be called a sarcophagus. Jing Lin couldn't get up or go down. The width of the stone bed is his current free space, and even when he stands up, he will hit the wall.
No one cares, forever silent.
The glimmer of the inverse scales is the only bright light of Jinglin, and he can smell the smell of Cang Ji from the Buddha beads, even if it is only the smell of blood.
Jinglin can't think about Cang Ji, every time he recalls, the spell will happen once. The lines at the time of the attack made him almost dizzy, and the remaining demons would take the opportunity to bite his limbs. Jing Lin hit his head against the wall, lingering in endless pain. He used his fingers to dig through the cracks in the wall, sometimes counting the scars on his body calmly, and sometimes chopping at the stone wall frantically.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Wake up with only the sound of chains, the sound of chains coming back and forth.
Jing Lin's hair seemed to grow long, and he measured it with his fingers, again and again. He counted in a low voice, but it didn't work. He gradually felt that many things in the past began to blur.
"I'm Jing Lin."
Jing Lin pulled out his voice dryly.
"I'm Jing Lin."
He struggled with the chains, murmuring endlessly to the empty darkness.
"I have some love across the mountains and seas... I am Ni Lin... My name is Jinglin... Mingjintai... Huaishu City... Qixing Town... I am with him, him... "
Who is he
Jing Lin grabbed his hair impatiently, his forehead pressed against the wall: "I want to form a friendship with Qin and Jin... In Qixing Town... Mingjintai... Come pick me up, pick me up..."
The lines of the incantation surged up to his cheeks in an instant, and the appearance of thorns entangled in the neck, tightened fiercely. Jinglin hit his head hard like a trapped beast, blood dripping from his eyes, and he shouted hoarsely: "In Mingjintai! I'm waiting for you at Mingjintai! Waiting for you... Take me home... Who, who? I love Geshan Sea... I have... "
Jing Lin's neck was tight, and it was difficult to even breathe. He clenched his throat, the chains shaking as he gasped. Jing Lin's eyes widened in despair, as if watching the fog rise, separating him from that person. Jing Lin choked in a hoarse voice, he suddenly got up with strength, and scratched the wall with his fingernails in a hurry. Broken nails. Drag long bloodstains on the wall.
One train.
Jing Lin put his palms and cheeks on the bloodstain, he laughed suddenly in the pain, and his face was full of tears, but he was just clinging to the bloodstain, as if he was clinging to a dragon.
"… elder brother."
Jinglin shouted bitterly and aggrieved.
"Take me home."
I don't know how long it took, Jing Lin had an attack and made a mark on the wall. He couldn't see clearly, so he didn't know that the wall had been scratched with bloodstains, but it was getting less and less when he was awake.
Jinglin pinched the Buddha beads and inverse scales, and curled up against the wall. He meditated on the words that he couldn't understand, and tilted his head slightly.
The top was smashed suddenly.
Jing Lin grabbed the Buddha beads and inverse scales, and only turned his eyes to look.
The slate was dull and pushed open a crack. The person who came was not Li Rong, nor someone familiar to Jing Lin, but a snow charm.
Xue Mei slid in, holding a bowl of water. He was as light as the wind, with a chill, and rang the bell when it was erratic. He did not hand the water to Jing Lin, but slowly crouched on the edge of the stone bed, peeping at Jing Lin's face coldly.
"Your Majesty." Xue Mei said faintly, "Are you crazy?"
When Jinglin heard the voice again, he couldn't react for a while. He frowned and turned his head dully following Xue Mei's voice.
"Crazy." Jinglin's voice was sluggish, he pushed open the chain and leaned down from the stone bed, "I'm crazy."
"It's admirable." Xue Mei squeezed out a laugh, "Lin Song-Jun... as expected of Lin Song-Jun!" He suddenly stopped laughing and said in a cold voice, "Why don't you die."
The water was splashed on Jing Lin's face, and Xue Mei smashed the bowl with her hands. He is like a swimming ghost, approaching Jinglin.
"I chased you for dozens of miles. As long as you are willing to turn your head, you can see the fire rising into the sky. Qingyao is clinging to the door frame, and she is calling you from the fire." Xuemei's voice was soft, "Ninth brother... Nine brothers... She was full of heart. I thought you were going to turn around! But you ran so fast that you even ignored her strange behavior the day before. How can you be a brother? You hard-hearted person!"
There were drops of water dripping from the ends of Jing Lin's hair. He stared at Xue Mei expressionlessly, and said coldly, "A lie."
Xue Mei couldn't help sneering: "A lie? I asked someone to give you a message on the eve of the incident. What did you do? You didn't take her to heart at all! You are selfish! You still want to escape now."
Jinglin didn't answer, he couldn't remember who gave him the news.
Xue Meiyou flashed to Jing Lin's side and said, "You are a raccoon dog, and detain her in the door. The virtuous and virtuous animals are actually under the banner of elder brothers..." He laughed loudly, "You and Emperor Cang worked together to kill her. She, you are the executioner! Jinglin, you are going crazy... you are going to die... you are finished!"
Jing Lin was stinged, and he buried his head between his arms, pulling his hair chaotically.
"You killed her. Damn you, you killed her! She's so sick, she's just a little girl! You're going to use her to make a name for yourself..." He gritted his teeth, "You are so cruel, you are born incomplete!"
Jinglin's back was thin, and his fingers were shaking. The demons came out to make trouble again, they eroded Jinglin's internal organs and churned Jinglin's spiritual sea. The confused pain roamed along the back, but Jing Lin refused to answer. He was in a trance from these pains, and even needed to rely on external force to ease and stabilize.
He didn't save Long, and he didn't save Qingyao either. He seemed to be walking on a rope, already precarious. The steadfast morality of the past has collapsed. What exactly is he? He is a sword for a tiger, and he is a wicked man who lies!
He was confused and unrecognizable.
Xue Mei whispered: "It's all right, you will spend your whole life here. You will repent in this gutter, you are sorry for Qingyao, you are sorry for your name. You deceitful bastard, you deceived the world, you Not a man of righteousness at all.”
"You live in the world, but Qingyao died in the fire of heaven. You should taste the taste of burning fire, will you feel pain? Lord Linsong! Will you?"
"You and your father are the same kind of people. He already dares to be called the father of the world! You have contributed a lot, you should kneel in the first place! What is Qingyao? She's just a child!"
"I'm waiting for you to die without a whole body. Lord Linsong, Lord Linsong!"
Jing Lin couldn't distinguish the voice, and when he was dragged up, it was difficult to distinguish the person. In front of her eyes is Xue Mei's hysteria, and sometimes Li Rong's stern call. Jinglin's ears buzzed, he struggled with his body, trying to escape. But the chains dragged him back several times, more and more people, and he was suddenly cleared of consciousness.
Jiutianjun asked condescendingly, "Is my son okay?"
Jinglin's eyes were dim, he shook the chain, and his neck was stuck so he couldn't answer. He stared at Jiutianjun, gasping for breath.
Jiutianjun sighed: "I don't know how to repent, it really hurts my heart."
Jing Lin fell into darkness again.
He became extremely irritable, he was propped up against the wall, and he was trapped by the spell to make life worse than death. He felt in his heart that he was no longer a person, that he was losing everything. When he was against the wall, he couldn't even remember who he was thinking about. He thumped the wall angrily and roared in the cramped sarcophagus.
He wants to go out.
He's going to find a dragon.
But when Jinglin was calm occasionally, Ni scales were in his palm, indicating the pain of cutting scales. He shivered and touched his chest, suddenly dazed, feeling that he was dead.
Jiutianjun became difficult, he changed his previous attitude and was keen to visit Jinglin. He would stand on top and ask Jing Lin with kindness.
"Is my son okay today?"
Jing Lin would not answer.
Jiutianjun sighed again, and Jinglin will return to darkness.
Jinglin has to draw lines at all times within reach, so that the pain can be stopped. When no one comes, he will stick to the wall and use his fingernails to carve marks. These dense, different shades of The thread is his "dragon".
I love it.
Jing Lin said to himself with difficulty.
In the cloud, in the vast sea, in the heart.
Jinglin's hair can already be dragged under the bed, and he is unkempt and painted that wall so that there is no gap. The spell no longer subsided, it formed a ring around Jinglin's neck. Jinglin's spiritual sea is still full, even if the demons and spells are attacking and biting him, the dragon breath will always protect his roots without retreating.
The lotus pattern on the palm was scratched by Jing Lin, and it would gradually heal as before. He won't die, even if he's scarred and on the verge of madness, he can't die.
Because the dragon breath guards his body.
He belongs to a dragon, and a dragon belongs to him.
When Jinglin couldn't bear it, he would recite the place names to himself, from Jiutianmen to Qixing Town, and then from Qixing Town to the North High Wall. He was so obsessed with it that he never let go of the scales and beads.
But one day, perhaps one night, when Jinglin woke up, he fell into a long silence, and it took him longer to recall before thinking of a dragon in confusion.
Jing Lin leaned back for a long time, forgetting even choking.
"Jinglin." Li Rong leaned into the gap, "...Senior brother brought cakes."
The oily paper with the remaining heat was placed in front of him, and Li Rong peeled it off with his fingers to reveal the pastry inside. His sleeves are no longer white, but black. The traces of Jiutianmen are diminishing, becoming another more unattainable luxury.
"...Let me tell you something about the outside world." Li Rong crouched down, "now that Zhongdu is stable, my father has drawn the upper boundary and planned to go out of the sky and call it the Nine Heavens Realm. We have set up the Division of Demarcation to govern the Three Realms... High walls have become mountains." He paused and said, "Father has reserved a place for you, and no one can take away the title of Lord Linsong. People think you have been in seclusion for many years."
He said a lot of words in a low voice. He originally thought that this time he would return without success, but Jinglin suddenly pointed out and put the cake into the mouth.
The sweetness melted between the teeth, and Jinglin's stomach turned over the river. However, he shoved all the cakes into his mouth and devoured them.
Li Rong was full of surprises, and Jing Lin stuffed his mouth full, and was so choked that he bowed and coughed. Li Rong got up to get water, and Jing Lin wiped his lips in the gap. A stone was drilled under the tattered old robe, Jing Lin swallowed the cake and patted the stone's head.
Shitou and Jinglin looked at each other for a moment, then turned around and stepped on Jinglin's hands and feet and used the ground to climb to the gap. It struggled to reach the edge, hooked its legs awkwardly, and crawled out.
When Li Rong came back, Jinglin had already finished eating the cakes, he drank the water too, then climbed under the gap and put his eyes against the gap.
"Go tell your father." Jing Lin said, "I'm going to retreat."
"You are also in retreat right now."
"I want to get rid of the devil." Jing Lin pointed his finger at his chest and said coldly, "Severe sex and desire - I'm going out."
Li Rong stared at him for a while and said, "Okay."