Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Three new graves were added to the back hill of Sanping Village.

Lu Dongqing stood in front of Ni Yan's tombstone, caressing the newly engraved lettering on the stone, full of thoughts.

He said to himself: "Now I finally understand why my mother didn't want me to practice martial arts, but only let me study medicine. Because taking someone's life is really not an easy task. Since you pick up a sword, you will kill me forever." Carry the weight on your shoulders."

Lu Zhengqiu looked at him from the side, and said slowly: "If you regret it, it's still too late to give up now."

Dongqing just shook her head: "I can bear the weight of a mere sword."

He stood under the setting sun, the wind brushed his ponytail, the golden light outlined his outline, he seemed to be more mature than yesterday.

Lu Zhengqiu suddenly showed a smile: "You look so depressed, Master really feels sorry for you, it seems that you have to hand over the treasure hidden in your body."

"What baby?" Lu Dongqing's eyes lit up.

"You first guess whether the baby is on the left hand or the right hand?"

"Master, stop making trouble. If it's a plaything for children, I don't want it."

"Really don't? Are you afraid of regretting it?"

Lu Dongqing was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "...the left hand."

Lu Zhengqiu raised the corners of his mouth, showing a faint smile, as if he was joking in ordinary times, he handed the left hand hidden behind his back to the apprentice, spread out five fingers, and exposed the palm.

There was a small porcelain bottle lying in the palm, small enough to be wrapped with five fingers, the body of the bottle was pear-shaped, the porcelain color on the surface was simple and thick, and the mouth of the bottle was carefully sealed with mud.

Dongqing asked suspiciously, "This is?"

"This is something hidden in the box of the Ni family."

"What?" Lu Dongqing was terrified.

The things in that box are not only playthings, but treasures worth a thousand gold.

He looked around to make sure there was no one around, and then lowered his voice, "Is the bottle filled with Fuyao Qingfeng?"

Lu Zhengqiu nodded and said, "Yes."

"Is it a forbidden drug that was explicitly banned by the imperial court, but it has attracted countless people and is hard to find?"

"Yes."

"Why did Catcher Chen give it to you?"

"He didn't give it to me, I took it myself," Lu Zhengqiu wrote lightly, "Because I know you must want to see for yourself what the medicine that ruined the Ni family is."

Lu Dongqing did not deny that he really wanted to know what Fuyao Qingfeng was. He vaguely felt that, beyond the mountains he could see, in the distant rivers and lakes, an unknown undercurrent was surging.

He took the medicine bottle with an incredulous expression, held it in his hand and observed it carefully for a long time, then raised his head again and asked, "But, how did you unlock the ciphertext of the Tibetan lock?"

Lu Zhengqiu said indifferently: "I haven't untied it yet."

"Then what are you doing..." Lu Dongqing was startled again, her expression gradually changed from doubt to fear, "Show me your hand!"

He held the master's left hand involuntarily, impatiently turned the palm towards himself, and really saw a tiny needle hole in the center of the palm.

There was a bruise on the edge of the needle's eye, and upon careful observation, it was composed of many hair-thin strands, which spread outward from the center and finally broke off at the edge of the palm.It was as if a green vine tried to sprout in this palm, but died halfway.

Fortunately, it died halfway, otherwise, at this moment, the person in front of him might have already entered the coffin and buried deep in the ground.

Thinking of this, Lu Dongqing felt a twinge of fear, as if the damp and rotten soil under his feet was alive, climbing up his ankles, penetrating into his neck, oppressing his chest, and blocking his breathing.

His fingers trembled uncontrollably: "You were given a poisonous injection to open the box?"

Lu Zhengqiu said indifferently: "It doesn't matter, mere Qingteng powder can't do anything to me, after all, I've almost become a medicine jar that is invulnerable to all poisons."

"How can it be okay?!" Lu Dongqing trembled more violently, her expression flustered, her index finger couldn't wait to find the pulse on the opponent's wrist, and after trying several times, she finally settled down, closed her eyes, and listened to the familiar pulse Mutually.

The pulse is still as usual, beating in a weird way, but maintaining a certain unfathomable balance.

Lu Zhengqiu saw his delirious appearance, and comforted him: "Look, I'm really fine, why do you make such a fuss."

"But your hands are cold..."

"It's just an old problem."

Lu Dongqing raised her head abruptly, staring at Master's face close at hand, Master's expression was as calm as ever, and even looked at him helplessly, as if scolding him for making a fuss.

But he was afraid, he was afraid that the surly poisonous seed would take root and sprout in the dark corner, and one day it would pop up and devour all hope of life in a way that was a hundred times more cruel than the ivy.

Seeing that Dongqing was silent, Lu Zhengqiu knew that he was being stubborn again, so he changed his tone more relaxed: "Didn't I tell you that when I was young, I was not good at martial arts and was hurt by people from the Demon Cult?" , I was hit by someone's backstabbing, and the root cause of the disease fell, and it was cured in sevens and eighties later, leaving only one or two points, it's not a problem."

Holly shook her head first, then nodded again.

He doesn't know about his master's past, he only knows that there is no poison in the world that can resist Qingtengsan, and it won't get in the way.

He pinched his master's wrist, as if he was pinching the most precious and fragile thing in the world, feeling at a loss for what to do.

In the end, he cupped that hand with his ten fingers, slowly held it in front of him, and said word by word: "Master, I will definitely cure your illness and undo your poison."

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment, he vaguely remembered that nine years ago, someone seemed to have said similar words: "Xiang Cheng, don't hurt him, I have never seen such a terminally ill person who is still alive, I want to heal him .”

He thought that day was the end of his life, but he survived and walked a completely unimaginable path.

He couldn't continue to think about it, because the young man in front of him was still holding his hand, and his trembling fingers and shoulders pulled his mind back to the original point.

The next moment, he was embraced by Dongqing.

When Holly was a child, she used to ask for his hug when she was feeling down.

However, what was different from before was that Dongqing's arms had grown strong and tightly hugged him, almost making him breathless.

Perhaps this is the weight he needs to bear.

He waited until the breathing in his ears calmed down, then he got out of the hug, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said with a relaxed look: "Holly, it just occurred to me that if my old problem keeps healing It’s not good, it’s not a bad thing.”

Lu Dongqing said seriously: "How could it be a good thing?"

"Why not? Even if you become a hero and marry a daughter-in-law, you still have to enshrine me by your side and respect me all the time."

"What kind of daughter-in-law to marry, I just want to travel all over the rivers and lakes with Master."

After Lu Dongqing finished speaking, she was startled suddenly, and stared at him with a bit of blankness, as if there was some kind of unspeakable taboo hidden in the words that just blurted out, and a strange haze was cast in the bright black eyes of the young man.

The next moment, those eyes avoided in a panic, Dongqing quickly turned around in a clumsy way, and urged: "It's getting late, let's go back and pack our things."

Lu Zhengqiu also felt somewhat bewildered. Standing on the hill, he cast his eyes on Sanping Village for the last time.

The stream in Sanping Village is clear, the fish and rice are fragrant, and the breeze blowing on the face contains the taste of coarse maltose.In this corner of the world away from the hustle and bustle, time seems to be at a standstill.

However, no matter how slow the river is, it will eventually flow into the sea, merge into the vast world, and become a part of the turbulent waves.

He chased a few steps forward and walked side by side with Holly.

The two returned to the pharmacy and lit a fire in the middle of the courtyard.

The tables, chairs, books, and dishes in the room were all thrown into the fire one by one, and gradually turned into ashes in the dancing red flames.

The setting sun reflected the light of the fire, and the dry and hot air hit her cheeks. Lu Dongqing looked at the dancing flames, thoughtfully.

Lu Zhengqiu said: "In this way, there will be no traces of our life here."

Lu Dongqing lowered her gaze and said with a wry smile, "It's okay, we don't belong here anyway."

Lu Zhengqiu asked again: "Then where do you want to go next? Continue west from here, and you can reach the Lingnan area. The villages there are surrounded by mountains and the sea, which is also a good place."

Lu Dongqing shook her head and said, "I don't want to hide anymore, I want to go to my mother's hometown."

"Hayama?"

"Hayama."

"Why Hayama?"

Lu Dongqing held up the medicine bottle containing Fuyao Qingfeng: "The red glaze on this porcelain bottle is rare, and it seems to be mixed with a special kind of wet soil. In my impression, there was a similar porcelain box in my previous home. , Mother brought it from Yushan’s hometown.”

Lu Zhengqiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to track down Fuyao Qingfeng?"

"Yes."

"Why take the risk?"

"Because I am the son of the Di family, one day, I will avenge my parents."

"Your parents have the support of the entire martial arts world behind them, and they still lost terribly. Today's Jianghu is no longer what it used to be."

"Then let it go back to how it was before."

Holly's words were short but powerful.

Nine years have passed, his stature has become taller and his temperament has become more restrained, but his heart has never changed.

Lu Zhengqiu looked at him, feeling an indescribable loneliness in his heart.

A distant voice sprouted from the depths of his memory, whispering in his ears.

——"It's like a reed in autumn, it will take root wherever it floats, wouldn't it be great."

These words are a more serious shackle than the cold poison, he never said it, because he is Dongqing's master, whether it is loneliness or hesitation, it is not the mood that a master should have.

So he quickly hid the momentary wavering, put on a casual look, nodded and said: "Then let's go to Yushan."

The last wooden box was also burnt out, leaving only the residual sparks in the fire.

The moonlight is clear, it's time to go.