Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The appearance of a traitor shocked the entire Lingquan Valley.

The escort formation was massive, with disciples Ren Lan and Yue Baiyu personally taught by the patriarch on the left and right, and behind them were all kinds of guards, gathering the eye-catching sinners in the center.

The sinner's head was drooping, his face was bloodless, his hands were tied behind his back by thick iron chains, and shocking dents were drawn on his thin arms.He was so crushed that his shoulders were bent, and it was difficult for him to walk. Every time he stepped forward, the chains made a series of clanging and muffled sounds.

Chains were not the only punishment, he was also given a medicinal soup to disperse his veins. Although the poison was not fatal, it would slowly spread into his bones, like thousands of moths crawling through his meridians, gnawing at his remaining strength.

This is really the punishment a traitor deserves.

The Yushan people had heard about his actions, and seeing him being subdued, they gathered around the roadside, clapping their hands and applauding. Children even picked up stones on the roadside and threw them at him.

The stone hit his forehead, leaving a bright red bloodstain, and he had no strength left to react. His forehead was covered with sweat, glued together with the blood, and stuck to the messy hair.The clothes covered under the chains were drenched with cold sweat. He was shaking all over, causing the chains to vibrate even more violently. Just trying not to faint had exhausted all his strength.

The pain from the wound was tolerable, but the cold poison that attacked the heart was hard to resist. The marsh was gradually approaching, and the medicinal soup poured made his breathing disordered.

However, the ruthless team still pushed him and continued to march in the direction of the dark marsh.

The deepest part of the valley is the deepest swamp, and the mountains cast shadows covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the land in a dead silence.

There are no birds, beasts and insects here, only miasma emerges from the damp ground, like a poisonous snake rustling its letter, licking the warm skin with its cold and slippery tongue.

There is no fragrance of vegetation and flowers here, only bright red vines grow close to the ground.It was as if someone had cut criss-cross wounds on the ground.

This is a place where even the gods are abandoned, and any living creature that survives will instinctively flee.

Lu Zhengqiu had nowhere to escape, he was pushed to the edge of the cliff deep in the swamp, where there was a row of ancient caves, which was the prison of the Yushan clan.

The prison has not been used for many years. Due to Feng Tingjian's prestige, there have been few rebels in the Yushan clan these years, and Lu Zhengqiu is the first one in a long time.

The floor of the cave was covered with a layer of dust, and the sweat from his forehead dripped on it, and the bean-sized water droplets splashed, leaving dark black scars, which soon joined together, like a bottomless puddle. Like a puddle.

It is hard to count how much suffering is buried in this deep pool.

Ren Lan couldn't help feeling soft when she saw it. She used to be a doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded.

But the kindness of the doctor is nothing but hypocrisy. She told herself for nine years that her heart was already as hard as a rock, and she would never be easily shaken by the people in front of her.

She clenched the scimitar in her hand, and said to those who remained in the prison: "You are to blame for what happened now."

Lu Zhengqiu didn't answer, he leaned his back against the rock wall, and slowly slid on the ground, the sweat gathered at his feet soaked the hem of his clothes, and the iron chains around his body twisted and twisted, making him look like a tree stuck in a deep pool dead wood.

Ren Lan turned around and walked towards the exit of the cave, saying as she walked, "I'm going to visit Dongqing, you should reflect on it here."

Hearing Dongqing's name, the person in the prison raised his head slightly, his throat rolled up and down on his pale neck, and his hoarse voice made a slight sound.

Ren Lan turned her head slightly, and said: "There is no need to put on airs, if he knows the truth, he will definitely hate you to the bone."

The iron bars fell behind her.

She raised her hand to touch the dusty fence, the cold touch made her shiver instinctively, and at the same time, her hanging heart finally let go.

This cage is so strong that it is difficult for the people in the cage to escape even with wings.

She raised her head and said to the people waiting at the door: "Qiming, I'm going to check on Dongqing's condition."

An Qiming raised his eyebrows and said, "Master has already sent people there."

"I know, but I want to see him for myself, can you... come with me?"

"Ah?" An Qiming cast a puzzled look at her, "You invited me on your own initiative. Could it be that the sun came out from the west today?"

Ren Lan was silent for a moment, then said: "You also know that my words are not pleasant, let alone comforting others. Even if I meet Dongqing, I don't know what to say to him, so I can only ask you."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, and her eyes fell to the ground involuntarily. Obviously, she was not used to asking for help from others, let alone to this fellow who was usually ignorant and ignorant.

An Qiming patted her shoulder lightly: "I see, it's a trivial matter, why be so serious, I will go with you."

There was silence in Lu Dongqing's room.

The young man was really still sleeping in the bed, Ren Lan's eyes looked around the room for a week, and finally landed on the table.There was half a bowl of tea soup left in the tea bowl on the table, and it was completely cold at this time. She walked over, picked up the tea bowl and put it under her nose, smelling a strange rusty smell, which was cinnabar.

Cinnabar is a medicine for calming the mind and calming the mind. However, it is toxic in itself, and a slight overdose can make people drowsy. It seems that Lu Zhengqiu is relying on this to keep the holly in the room.

She put down the teacup, and turned to look at the young man in the bed with pity.

An Qiming's attitude was much sharper than hers. He walked quickly to the bed and woke up Lu Dongqing. The latter rolled his eyes in a daze and murmured, "Senior sister, senior brother, why are you, master?"

Seeing Dongqing's bewildered expression, Ren Lan finally couldn't bear it, stepped forward, hugged the younger brother into her arms, and patted him on the back.

Ren Lan and An Qiming sat down by the bed, telling him the details of Lu Zhengqiu's betrayal.

In the end, Ren Lan patted his hand and comforted him, "It's not your fault, Dongqing, we will never blame you."

There was no hypocrisy in her words, she even brought the antidote of cinnabar, and watched her junior take it obediently.

Lu Dongqing kept her head down, and waited until the two had finished speaking before she opened her mouth and said, "Senior Brother An, your purse was left in the hospital last night. It was already late when I picked it up. It’s back to you, but it’s a pity that it’s a step too late.”

An Qiming was startled, then waved his hands and said, "So that's the case, I was too careless, so I don't blame you."

Lu Dongqing leaned over and groped around the pillow for a while, took out a carved wooden pendant, and asked, "You left this too, right?"

An Qiming was surprised when he saw the pattern of black birds connecting head to tail, and quickly replied: "Oh, I just carved it with a knife in my free time, just for good luck."

"Did you carve it yourself?"

"Yeah, besides forging iron, I also occasionally do some carpentry." Speaking of this, he waved his hand, "If you like it, this one is for you."

Lu Dongqing said: "Thank you for your kindness, brother, but I didn't pick this up last night."

"That is?"

"It was the brother who fell in Wutong Town."

As soon as the words Wutong Town were spoken, the faces of the two opposite people suddenly changed drastically.

Ren Lan's face was full of doubts: "Qiming, what's going on? Have you been to Wutong Town?"

An Qiming's expression was flustered: "No..."