Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

In the secluded swamp, the darkness seemed to be boundless.No matter the sun at noon or the sunset at dusk, it has nothing to do with this place.The towering cliffs separated the light and the warmth, leaving only the gloomy cold air raging on the land where life was exhausted.

In this kind of place, not to mention people, even mice that strayed in would choose to turn around and escape.

Lu Zhengqiu didn't want to escape, but he was trapped in a prison with nowhere to escape, and his situation was worse than that of a mouse.

He leaned against the prison wall, turned his head and looked at the setting sun outside, relying on the color of the sunlight to estimate the passage of time.It was a difficult job, and his view was blocked by mountains, leaving only a narrow gap.

As the sky gets late, the gap becomes thinner and thinner. The sky and the earth seem to be pressed together by a pair of hands, and the faint light is caught in it. It squeezes its head and goes out desperately, but it still becomes more and more dim, and it is difficult to escape the extinguished light. ending.

This weak light is like a microcosm of Lu Zhengqiu himself. He struggled to hold up his eyelids and cast his gaze to the horizon. His actions didn't make much sense, but if he didn't do so, his light of life might have been extinguished.

Such is the nature of human beings, the more desperate they are, the more greedy they will be, and they will struggle in vain.

He is just a layman, it is difficult to get rid of worldly desires, and it is difficult to escape worldly suffering.

The chains on his body seemed to be extremely heavy, and it made him ache all over his body, as if his bones were about to fall apart. His throat was dry, as if frozen in solid ice crystals. Every time he breathed, the ice edges cut him like sharp knives flesh and blood.

Later, even the pain gradually disappeared, his body seemed to no longer belong to him, and only deep tiredness remained in his heart, urging him to close his eyes and fall asleep.

After all, he still overestimated himself. This secluded swamp was too deadly for him. If he really fell asleep and slept in this cold cage overnight, he couldn't believe that he could wake up as usual tomorrow.

Half-dream and half-awake, he seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, falling continuously, in the increasingly dimmer field of vision, only the sparkling light above his head flickered, becoming more and more distant and dimmer, the tiredness welling up from the depths of the boundless darkness, like Like a stream of water, it gradually invaded his five senses and preyed on his mind.

He vaguely felt that he had seen this scene a long time ago.It's just that at this moment, he no longer has the energy to think carefully, and the only thing that keeps him from sinking is only one thought.

Holly was still waiting for him.

His apprentice had a good name when he was born, he was steep but not cold, kept out of the cold but not broken, moistened things silently, like a ray of light that spread in his vision after being crushed.

He never told Holly that this was not the first time he was rescued by him.

He never mentioned the truth when the two first met.

That day, he found a child who was being bullied in the alley, and used his superficial skills to scare off the ruffians who were provoking trouble.

But at that time, he was not on his way back from a walk. On the contrary, he chose to go out alone in order to leave the medical center of Di's family forever.

Only the living need healing, and a walking corpse like him yearns for nothing more than a peaceful sleep.He had already made plans to leave without saying goodbye, and his mind was as calm as still water.

However, Zhishui was broken by an unexpected stone.

He rescued the child who was fighting with others at the end of the alley, and then stood by the outer wall of Di Mansion, witnessing a huge change that shook the country of Yu and rewritten the fate of countless people.

His farewell plan ended in failure. Instead of closing his eyes in silence, he spent nine noisy years instead.

Nine years of memories piled up in his heart, and even made him have a vague illusion, making him gradually begin to believe that from the dead ashes, maybe a new flame could be ignited.

He really saw a fire.

He soon discovered that it was not fire, but a gleam of light cast by the setting sun on the blade.

His heart trembled, his consciousness became a little clearer, and when he crossed the black and blue iron fence, he saw a figure walking towards him quickly, his red clothes dancing in the twilight, it seemed to be An Qiming.

Are you here to interrogate yourself?What I said were all false excuses, even if I interrogate him, I will never find out the result.

Just as his heart sank, he saw another shadow swaying behind An Qiming.

The second shadow was much smaller and quieter, but its speed was astonishingly fast, as if it had wings behind it.

There is only one such petite and swift shadow in Lingquan Valley.

The glimmer of light passing through the field of vision just now flickered with Yue Baiyu's steps, like feathers quivering on wings, or like arrow clusters made of feathers, the silver arrows drew a swift and silent trajectory towards the red shirt. The person sped away from behind.

The cold silver light flashed, and it was about to penetrate the bright red clothes.

Lu Zhengqiu struggled to straighten up, wanting to issue a warning, but the distance was too far, and the faint sound of breathing in his throat could not even cover the sound of the chains shaking on his body.

Before the sound stopped, the red shadow had already been pierced by silver light.

Blood gushed out from An Qiming's chest, he swayed, turned around slowly, and saw the person behind him.

His shoulders shook violently, as if he was trying to argue something. However, his chest was bleeding profusely, his legs lost strength, and he fell to his knees with a plop, his body tilted, and his forehead hit the deep mud.

Yue Baiyu stood beside him, looking down at him from above, the blood on the blade was still hot, rolling down the tip of the blade, seeping into the barren soil under his feet.

Youmao drank his blood, and the seedlings of the dragon's blood vine became even brighter red.The blood in Bai Yu's eyes became even redder.

She cast a last glance at the dead man on the ground, and finally turned away.

What she didn't see was that before An Qiming fell down, one of his hands was behind his back, he raised his wrist, and threw a small object into the air.

In this difficult throw, he used all his strength, and the object in his hand drew a curve and fell outside the prison door.

The people in the prison finally saw clearly that it was a key, the key to freedom.

An Qiming came to let Lu Zhengqiu out, but he was stopped by Yue Baiyu on the way.

The guess in Lu Zhengqiu's heart was confirmed, but he had to get out of the cage to make everything that happened here public.

The key was just beyond the bar, within arm's reach—if his hands weren't bound by heavy shackles.

The helpless shackles were like iron vices, firmly stuck to his wrist.

There is only one way out of the shackles.

He lowered his eyes, glanced at his slightly trembling hand, then raised his hand suddenly, with his thumb down, and slammed it heavily against the rock.

The soft palm didn't slow down in the slightest, and hit the sharp rock from the front, and the rock let out a low mournful cry as if it couldn't bear the heavy blow.

Louder than the shaking of the iron chain is the crisp sound of bones being torn.

The slender and dexterous thumb could no longer be lifted, hanging on the side of the palm, and the dislocated joint swayed feebly.The blood had faded from the nails, and they were paler than rocks.

The piercing dull pain woke him up a lot.

At the price of his thumb, he gained the freedom of one hand. His wrist withdrew from the gap in the shackles, and his bloodstained wrist reached out of the fence. Relying on the cooperation of his index finger and middle finger, he finally caught the key.

He took off the chain on his shoulders, opened the heavy gate, took stumbling steps, returned to the ground, and stumbled towards An Qiming's body.

The corpse that fell on the ground suddenly moved, stretched out five fingers to grab his ankles, and murmured: "Master Zhengqiu——"