Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

With this drum-beating voice and loud tone, one could tell it was An Qiming without even looking.

He broke into the kitchen unceremoniously, fluttered his nostrils, and sniffed like a dog: "This smells like bacon, no wonder it smells so good!"

Following him was Ren Lan. She stood politely by the door, clasped her hands on her chest, bowed her head and said, "I'm really sorry, I planned to cook for you as soon as I came back. I didn't expect you to have cooked it already." gone."

The two who had just arrived didn't notice the difference in the atmosphere. Lu Dongqing's hand had already been removed from the back of the master's hand, and she was holding the bowl, concentrating on putting the vegetables and meat in the pot into the bowl.

Lu Zhengqiu turned to the two of them, and said with a smile on his face: "We not only cooked the meal, but also cooked a lot. You must have been busy all morning, why don't you come and eat together."

"This..." Ren Lan hesitated, "I won't disturb your rest, will I?"

"how come."

"Then we won't be polite," An Qiming jumped to Lu Dongqing's side, and poked him with his elbow, "I didn't expect you to be pretty good at it."

Lu Dongqing glanced at the food in the bowl, then raised her head to look at Master's back, and finally raised the corners of her mouth to show a smile.

The four of them sat around the table, talking while eating, as if they were a family. The dining table in the room was small, and the chopsticks collided with each other from time to time, making a crisp sound.

Lu Dongqing's chopsticks accidentally collided with An Qiming's, "Sorry." He immediately withdrew his hand and gave him an apologetic look.

An Qiming patted him on the shoulder: "Hey, why are you so polite? When Bai Yu was eating with me, he always grabbed the meat from my bowl."

Halfway through the speech, he himself sensed that the atmosphere was not right, swallowed the rest of the words back to his stomach, and silently lowered his head.

Lu Zhengqiu asked: "Miss Baiyu hasn't woken up yet?"

An Qiming sighed, Ren Lan also shook her head.She turned to Lu Dongqing and asked, "Would you like to go see her with me later?"

Lu Dongqing was stunned for a moment, and then heard Master's urging voice: "In a few days, we should set off to say goodbye. Take advantage of these few days, why not visit her more often."

Lu Dongqing nodded in response, and said again: "Master, you wait for me in the room, and I will make medicine for you when I come back."

After the meal, Lu Dongqing left with Ren Lan first, and An Qiming also planned to leave, but was stopped by Lu Zhengqiu who stayed in the room.

"Qiming, I need your help with something."

An Qiming turned his head and said: "Master Zhengqiu has any orders, I will definitely obey." He winked while talking, "Is there some secret that I can't tell Dongqing, so I asked me to do it for you?"

After the life-and-death battle in the past few days, the two have formed a tacit understanding, and they are more unscrupulous when joking than others.Lu Zhengqiu smiled and said, "It's not a secret, I just want you to help investigate something."

"What's the matter?"

"I want to know the identities of the sinners who have been imprisoned in the Youmao cage in the Yushan clan. I don't know if there are any traces to follow."

An Qiming looked surprised: "Yes, there are. The clansmen imprisoned in Youmao must have committed serious crimes, and the clan leaders of all generations will record the crimes. But why is Master Zhengqiu interested in this?"

Lu Zhengqiu said: "Because I saw something strange in the secluded swamp."

At dusk, Lu Zhengqiu walked out of the archives and walked towards the valley alone.

It was late autumn, and the cold wind in the valley poured into his neck, and even the air he inhaled into his nose was wrapped in coolness.

His expression is still calm, he has long been used to being with the cold, even the autumn wind can't do anything to him, the setting sun dragged a long shadow behind him, covering the dark earth, looking very ghostly.

It is not only the shadow that is haunted by ghosts, but also the faint moaning sound in the ear.

The last time he was escorted here, he was in a deep prison, anxious, and had no energy to pay attention to the situation around him. This time, he could finally hear those voices that were far and near, ethereal and hard to track, reciting Yue Baiyu's words. Words that were once spoken.

——The body is dead, but the soul stays forever.

Whose soul is still stranded here?

Bai Yu regards them as the souls of the deceased clansmen, but Lu Zhengqiu knows this is not the case.These rhetoric are older than everything that You Yingshen told him, probably from a more distant past.

An earlier age than the God of Youying, that must be the beginning of Shenzhou.

At that time, Zhuzhao and Youying fought endlessly between the heaven and the earth, causing the earth to flood the sky. It was a pawn named Yu under the command of the Zhuzhao God who stepped forward to fight the flood, which saved the mortals in Shenzhou from the disaster. After the gods left China, they were able to continue to multiply.Today's Yu State was established by the descendants of him and mortal women.

However, before Yu's great cause was established, another god was forgotten.

His name was Gun. Compared with Dayu's achievements in water control, there are very few records about him. People only remember that he stole the treasure of the heavens without authorization.

As a punishment, he was imprisoned in the secluded swamp, tortured, and finally failed to return to the heaven with the gods, but was buried in the mortal dust.

The place where Gun was imprisoned was Mount Yu at the foot of Lu Zhengqiu.

At this moment, Lu Zhengqiu has come to the cage.

At the narrow opening, the rusty fence door is half open, and the shackles hanging on the wall are still hanging on the ground. As long as your eyes touch the cold and rough surface, you can recall its heavy weight on your shoulders, and pain from disengaging the thumb joint.

Anyone who has been imprisoned will never like this place.

But Lu Zhengqiu still stepped in.

He stepped into the cage again, of course not to remember the feeling of being imprisoned.He came to investigate, and what he was looking for was on the wall deeper in the cave.

With the twilight that leaked from the hole, he groped on the cold stone wall.When he was imprisoned, he once glimpsed an unfamiliar pattern with complicated lines, not like a natural creation, but as if someone had specially engraved it on a stone.Reluctantly, his hands and feet were detained at that time, and the light in the cave was extremely dim, so it was really difficult to confirm.

This time, he finally found the pattern.

The pattern seems to be engraved with a sharp cone, and some black plaster is still painted in the grooves. The color has faded over time, and the mottled dents can only be felt with fingers.

The dents are old and rough, and moss is piled up in the gully. It seems to have a long history. If it was exposed to the sun and wind and rain outside, it might have been smoothed away by natural knives and axes. But in the damp and cold cave, unexpectedly Miraculously survived intact.

The engraved pattern constitutes a line drawing. In the painting is a young man with only a bust profile, with loose hair, bare shoulders, slightly raised jaw, and a pair of bright eyes looking forward.

The lines of this pattern are simple, and the artist can't be called exquisite, but the expression is extremely lifelike, and the sculptor's intention can be seen. The young man in the painting has straight shoulders and a vigorous figure. Even though the lines that outline him are old and old, his body The exuding vitality has not diminished in the slightest, and even across the screen, he can feel his high-spirited mood.

Lu Zhengqiu stood alone in the cold and damp cave, looking at a completely unfamiliar painting, somehow, he felt a little joy in his heart, as if the sculptor's happy mood was stored in the lines, and he met him after a long time .

Who is this sculptor?

In the file book, he has found out the identities of all the prisoners from the establishment of the prison to the present. A total of 34 Yushan people have been detained here.Every one of them committed a felony, murdered, or betrayed the clan, and every one of them was shackled, waiting to die in this cold place.

Even if these people have the intention to paint, I'm afraid they can't spare the hands and feet to paint.

So, is it someone earlier than them?

The Yushan people have lived in Lingquan Valley for generations, and the prisoners earlier than them are probably only the ancient gods.

Lu Zhengqiu couldn't help but think of that forgotten immortal God Gun, he was a sinner who was imprisoned in the secluded swamp by Zhuzhao God and received punishment.

Since he is the God of Sin, why is he still in such a happy mood?

Lu Zhengqiu became more and more confused, but felt that this matter was extremely important. He looked at the painting again, and felt an indescribable nostalgia in his heart. between hearts.

If Nan Yanqi is caught at the pier, maybe he still has a chance to solve the confusion in his heart...

He was thinking in vain, and before he knew it, his brows were wrinkled, his lips were tightly pursed, and he let out a long sigh.

He thought so hard that he didn't even notice the figure near the door, until the familiar voice came to his ears: "Master!"

He turned his head and saw Holly's face in the hazy sunset, shrouded in an orange gleam, as if it was about to melt into the wind.

He was holding something in his hands, and white mist kept coming out of his hands.Lu Zhengqiu took a closer look, only to realize that it was steam coming from the bowl in the opponent's hand.

The hot air is rolling, curling up, full of vitality, and can't wait to rise into the air. In this dead silence, the small air mass seems to have life, which is particularly vivid and agile.As a result, the dead and silent swamp came alive, and a stubborn wave emerged from the stagnant swamp.

Lu Zhengqiu was stunned for a moment.

Dongqing walked towards him quickly, and the bitter taste in the bowl floated under his nose, which brought him back to his senses, and he curled his lips instinctively.

"I found you," Dongqing said impatiently, "I didn't tell you to wait for me in the room, how did you come to such a place?"

"I'm just here to see."

"Then you can wait for me to come with you," Dongqing stopped in front of him, "Come on, this is the medicine that has just been decocted, drink it while it's hot."

"Did you bring it here on purpose?"

"Well, if it's cold, the taste will be even more bitter. It's better to drink it while it's hot."

The young man carefully held the pottery bowl, his fingers were slightly reddened by the heat from the side of the bowl.

Lu Zhengqiu suddenly wanted to touch those hands very much, and wanted to put his palm on them.

They must be warm to the touch.