Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

Lu Dongqing's breathing was almost stagnant.

He was leaning against the edge of the cliff, and there was a biting wind in his ears, and the sound of the wind screamed, as if someone put his lips against his ear, screaming hoarsely.

Even so, he still clearly discerned the vibration of the blade. Such a small sound, to ordinary people, seemed like a cicada's wings trembling, quiet as nothing, but to Lu Dongqing's ears, it was a deafening alarm.

Last night in the deserted mountain, he had heard this sound before, only a blade that was fast enough could make such a high-pitched sound, he had just experienced Yue Baiyu's sword, and he never expected his master to experience it again.

Fortunately, the knife did not fall.

Accompanied by Feng Tingjian's words, the sound of the saber stopped abruptly.He heard Feng Tingjian's footsteps, gradually approaching, and stopped a few steps away from the cliff.

Feng Tingjian didn't come alone, there were many people behind him, the footsteps were dense and chaotic, accompanied by the clang of drawing a knife out of its sheath.Obviously, the soldiers of the Yushan clan heard the alarm from the Changning bell, and they had already gathered here, waiting for the patriarch's order to arrest the traitor.

The patriarch was not in a hurry, and his tone was still flat: "Ren Lan, you rushed to act without even asking the ins and outs. If you really killed him, wouldn't you never find out the truth and get back the lost property?"

"Master, I didn't think carefully." Ren Lan whispered, "I was dazzled by anger, I didn't expect him...he would betray his disciple."

Feng Tingjian was silent for a while, turned to the traitor on the opposite side, and asked word by word: "Master Zhengqiu, is what she said true?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Since I have been caught by Mr. Feng, I have nothing to quibble about, but don't worry, I haven't touched a single hair of Dongqing, I just poured a little cinnabar on him, and he is probably still in the room right now. sleeping there."

Feng Tingjian frowned slightly, as if he was sizing up each other with those dull eyes, and replied after a while: "Thank you for your frankness, then, can you please hand over the medicine storehouse of the Yushan clan?"

"Unfortunately, the medicine has been taken away by my companion."

"You're lying!" Before Feng Tingjian could answer, Ren Lan snapped, "Lingquan Valley is separated by a sky moat, where can your companion hide?"

"Sky moat? I don't think so, the road to the sky is not blocked." He said and raised his hand, "Have you seen those goshawks? They are all trained raptors, specially used to transport things. Yours The baby has already followed them and flew away without any hindrance. I was only a step behind them, but I was discovered by you, which is a pity."

In the direction he pointed, flocks of eagles really flitted across the sky, and mottled shadows crawled back and forth between the clouds.

All the Yushan clansmen present were silent, and for a while no one could distinguish whether his words were true or false.

Feng Ting insisted: "May I ask who is training Goshawk?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Naturally someone who has enmity with you."

Feng Ting insisted: "Our Yushan clan has never cared about foreign affairs, why do we have enemies with outsiders?"

Lu Zhengqiu chuckled lightly: "The enmity is due to the fact that you don't care about foreign affairs and stand by. Since ancient times, Yushan's medicines have all been collected from Lingquan Valley, but you have closed the entrance of the valley and cut off trade. People in Sanping Village have no medicine to use. People have turned into evil spirits, do you think this is considered an enemy?"

His means and purpose are all nonsense made up at the moment, but the reason just now is not a lie.

He has seen living people turned into evil spirits with his own eyes. If the people in Wutong Town had better martial arts skills and greater strength, they might not have done the same thing as him.

Contrary to his expectations, Feng Tingjian was unmoved, but said indifferently: "You are wrong, their enemy is not me, but the current emperor. If it is not for the unkindness of the emperor, how can the world be in decline."

Seeing Feng Tingjian's calm expression, he couldn't help asking: "Don't you care what the outside world has become? The Yushan people enjoy the protection of the gods, have they forgotten the mercy of the gods?"

Feng Tingjian said in a deep voice: "You're wrong again, the Yushan tribe never worships living Bodhisattvas, but the Goddess of War. You humiliate the gods on our altar, do you still want to get out of your body?"

His tone was resolute and frank, and there was an undeniable majesty in his flat voice.

Lu Zhengqiu sneered and said, "Then try to see if I can get out of it."

He suddenly raised the short thorn in his hand, and handed it to Feng Tingjian with a brisk step.

The sharp edge of the short thorn was stopped halfway by the blade.

Standing in front of him was still that petite girl, her eyes were colder than the blade of a knife, and she was firmly locked on his body.

The voice behind the girl ordered: "Bai Yu! Take him down."

When the sound fell, the man had already risen, like a young wolf pounced on him.

He no longer had the strength to resist, the stab just now had exhausted his strength.

This time, it wasn't just his eyes that locked him, but also the real chains. The warriors of the Yushan tribe flocked to him from all directions, put their swords against his neck, and put the chains on his shoulders.

The chains swayed, creating ethereal and indifferent sounds that echoed above the altar.

His shoulders were roughly pushed and pressed by several hands, and he had to bend his knees and kneel on the ground in a humiliating posture.

"Aren't you going to run away, why don't you try?" Bai Yu asked innocently, "Would you like to run away again?"

Standing in the shadow of the statue, looking down at him from above, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled proudly, his petite figure was bathed in the sun, like a goddess of war reborn.

"Baiyu, well done." Feng Tingjian said behind her.

"Hey." She walked quickly to her uncle's side, and rubbed her head against his uncle's palm.

Feng Tingjian caressed the top of her head, and then turned to his clansmen: "Everyone, the gods will definitely bless us, and Bai Yu's birth is the best proof."

As soon as his words fell, the noisy crowd fell silent, and everyone turned to the stone statue, bowing their heads as they did during the monthly sacrifice, as if they were listening to the teachings of the gods.

"Master," Ren Lan said first, "How should the traitor be dealt with?"

Feng Tingjian sighed: "Because of his kindness in raising Dongqing, let's save his life for now, and go to the secluded marsh to repent."

Youmao - Hearing these two words, Lu Dongqing's ears buzzed.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't answer his question, only his weak breath scattered in the wind and floated to Lu Dongqing's ear.

Youmao is a cold and ominous place, even ordinary people would take a detour, let alone a master suffering from cold illness.He couldn't even bear the usual cold, if he was locked in, he didn't know what kind of pain he would suffer.

He seemed to be thrown into icy water, and the chill brought by fear penetrated into his skin. He wished he could climb that cliff right now, explain everything, and even take the punishment on behalf of his master.

It took all his willpower to kill the urge in his mind.

Master was wronged to protect him, and even prepared an excuse for him to prove his innocence.If he showed up at this moment, he would personally bury the hard-won opportunity and live up to Master's expectations.

At this moment, only by being patient can we find out the truth and rescue Master.

He heard the sound of the chain shaking, that heavy and cold thing would soon bind Lu Zhengqiu's hands and feet, sending the traitor into a cruel cage.

He desperately grasped the rock under his hand, because of too much strength, the palm of his hand was cut by the bulge of the rock, and blood oozed out. The pain made his head calm down a little, he gritted his teeth, and started to walk along the road Valley crawl.

He had to go back to the room as soon as possible, before long, the Yushan people would come to look for him, before that, he had to drink cinnabar and fall into a deep sleep, so as to dispel the suspicion of others.

At this time, he saw a strand of hair between the cracks in the stone.

It didn't belong to him, but a rare light yellow color, even longer than his palm, swaying gently in the shadow cast by the rock wall.

He suddenly realized that among the people he met these days, there was only one person with such hair color.

These days, many trivial details gradually formed a thread in his heart.