The sky and water

In the palace, in an unremarkable side hall, several imperial doctors were full of burly heads in a hurry.

The emperor asked them to treat this person at all costs, but this matter is really too difficult!

The trauma is not as serious as it seems, but it is trauma after all, so it is good to change the dressing frequently. The internal injury is actually not serious, and it should be able to recover in time. It is not a difficult situation, but the difficulty is that this person There is no food or water at all!

On the second day after coming here, Tian Cheng slowly woke up.This is not surprising, in the past when he was seriously injured, he was able to wake up on his own, if this injury would be fatal, he would have died many times already.

Qing Luo was very happy to see him open his eyes, and hurried over to talk to him, but when he saw those eyes, his heart felt dull pain like being hit by a heavy hammer.

Those deep dark green eyes completely lost their spirit, like stagnant water, without any ripples, Qing Luo anxiously shook his hands in front of his eyes, and found that he had no reaction at all.

"Tian Cheng, what's wrong with you? Look at me, look at me!" He called in his ear, wanting his answer, but Tian Cheng just turned his head slightly in his direction, his eyes were still empty and opened. Opened his mouth, after all, no sound came out.

Li Yuede was also very anxious, and hurriedly asked the imperial doctor to check it. Several imperial doctors checked for a long time and came to the conclusion: he is blind and dumb.They said that this matter was very strange. There was no major problem with his eyes and throat. Even if his throat was a little hoarse, he would not be unable to make a sound, but he was indeed blind and had no response to the outside world, let alone speaking. Not even a sound came out.

A very old imperial doctor said that Tian Cheng was afraid that he had experienced too many unbearable things, and he was in despair, he didn't want to see it, and he didn't want to talk about it.This is heart disease, medicine is useless.

Qing Luo remained silent, hugging Tian Cheng's emaciated body, trying to suppress the urge to cry.

Cheng Shanshui's death, Qinglan and Qingluo's sudden change of appearance made him unbearable, he no longer wanted to see the world, and he no longer wanted to communicate with anyone.Indeed, when he was in the Devil's Cult, no one ever listened to him. He said he was hungry and no one would give him food. He said he was in pain. In return, there were only more and more severe beatings.

Bleeding from biting his lips, Qing Luo suddenly remembered that Qing Jiao had told him that forcibly depriving him of his internal energy would cause him great pain, no less painful than Ling Chi's. No wonder Tian Cheng, who had always been quiet, was struggling and screaming like that at that time. , couldn't help it.

Tian Cheng experienced that kind of pain seven times. On the last day, he had a fragile expression that he had never seen before, and he couldn't stop trembling before it started, but they still didn't let him go.

Tian Cheng never begged for mercy because he knew that it was useless.It is impossible to imagine the despair and fear in his heart at that time.

"Tian Cheng, it doesn't matter, whether you are blind or dumb, I will take care of you! I will never let you hurt again!" Qing Luo bit his earlobe and whispered next to his ear.Not the bite full of possessive desire like before, but licking gently, full of love and affection.

He said so, and he thought so.Hearing that Tian Cheng couldn't see or speak because of depression in his heart, he relaxed a little, thinking that he could gradually melt the coldness in his heart, but soon, he realized that things were not that simple.

Not only did Tian Cheng not want to watch it, he didn't want to talk about it, he didn't even want to eat anything.Food and water couldn’t be fed in at all, he didn’t open his mouth, he tried hard to pry open his teeth with the handle of a spoon, and forcefully poured food in, he couldn’t swallow at all, no matter how many times he tried, it didn’t help, only made a mess on his clothes and mattress .He wanted to die, but Qing Luo refused to kill him, so he wanted to starve and thirst himself to death.But, how could Qing Luo let him die?

Later, a little imperial doctor thought of a stupid way.Find someone to hold down Tian Cheng's limbs, insert the funnel deep into his throat, and directly pour the medicinal juice into his stomach, he couldn't help but refuse to swallow.They thought they had found a way, but soon realized that it was still useless.

The medicinal juice or soup is poured in, and after a while, it will be spit out.Tian Cheng vomited until it was dark, not only the medicinal juice, but also the sour gastric juice.He vomited again, I don't know how many times he vomited, and the last things he vomited were bloodshot, but he continued to vomit, more than what he vomited, and finally his stomach and intestines were empty. Still retching uncontrollably.Tossing and tossing from early morning to dusk, vomiting until there was nothing left in his body, and he didn't even have the strength to vomit, Tian Cheng finally calmed down, but became weaker.

Qing Luo was determined to refill it, but saw him vomit out a big mouthful of blood, staining the white clothes he had just changed with a big blood flower, and the imperial doctors said that he couldn't drink any more. He vomited his stomach and bleed, and if he hurt his stomach, he would bleed to death.

He asked the imperial doctor angrily what else he could do, but all he got was silence.

"Tian Cheng, you can't do this, you can't, you can't..." He sat on the side of the bed, held Tian Cheng's thin wrist that seemed to have only bones left, pressed his face against his hair, and murmured in a low voice.

If in the past, he could treat him better, even a little better, he might not have fallen into such a situation, but now...

Could it be that, in the end, he could only look at him so weakly, and walk away from him, looking at him like running water between his fingers, no matter how hard he clenched his fist, he couldn't grasp it.

Depressed, Qing Luo lowered her head and let the scattered hair cover the tears in the corners of her eyes.

It has been decades and no tears have been shed.

I lost weight every day. I didn’t eat or drink these few days, and I became even thinner. I didn’t take in a little energy. Fever, and then the fever gradually subsided.However, the imperial doctors said that it was not a good sign that his own fever had gone down. Having a fever meant that he was still responding to external stimuli. Now this proved that he was really exhausted.That face quickly became haggard, making a pair of big eyes even bigger, those dark green pupils no longer had a trace of expression, empty and lifeless, even a little cloudy, but there was a deep sadness for no reason, which made Qing Luo feel sad. Can't bear to watch.

The lamp was exhausted, and when Qing Luo heard this word, she felt a sharp pain in her heart.This is a term used to describe an old man, but Tian Cheng has just turned 20 years old, he is at the age of high spirits, yet he has experienced too much suffering prematurely.

His whole life was originally suffering, and the only one who gave him happiness was Cheng Shanshui.Qing Luo suddenly understood why he was willing to live and die for him.

He raised his head and looked at the face carefully. The facial features were still exquisite and beautiful, but because of the extreme haggardness, they were covered with a dull color.The eye sockets were sunken, the cheekbones were protruding, and the lips were dry and cracked. Qing Luo kept wiping him with a cotton cloth soaked in water, but still couldn't stop the blood from oozing from the thin lips.

"Tian Cheng, if you survive, I can do whatever you want. If you want my life, I will give it to you immediately, as long as you wake up." Qing Luo was still whispering in his ear.I only wish that time would stop and never take Tian Cheng away from him.

Tian Cheng didn't speak, he didn't know if he heard Qing Luo's words, but he gently raised the arm that was not held by Qing Luo, he was too thin to support his clothes, from the overly wide cuff, the iron on his wrist could be vaguely seen There are traces of frayed chains, and the blue brand on the arm.

Qing Luo felt a pain in her heart, and wanted to grab his hand, but was surprised to find that Tian Cheng put his wrist by his lips, and bit it down without hesitation.

"Tian Cheng!" Qing Luo became anxious, and hurriedly stopped him. Fortunately, Tian Cheng didn't have the strength, and he reacted very quickly. On Tian Cheng's wrist, there were only two rows of teeth marks, which happened to be where the pulse beat.

Qing Luo was stunned for a moment, and understood that he wanted to bite his own blood vessels, and wanted to bleed to death.

"Tian Cheng..." He read his name, and he couldn't say anything else, he could only grab his two wrists, put his face on his forehead, and stayed close to him like this, silently.

It’s winter, and the snowflakes are falling in the cold wind, showing the graceful dance of butterflies and kites in the sky, the sky is white, falling on the eaves, the ground and the dead branches of trees, as if to use this chilling White, bury the whole world.

The room is very warm, the fire is strong, and the fire is burning. I don't know whose life it is.

However, Tian Cheng's body was very cold, he no longer had a fever, he was just cold, and covering his body with a thick quilt was of no help.He gradually lost any reaction to the outside world. No matter who was by his side, what to do, or what to say, he didn't respond at all. He didn't even turn his face in the direction of the sound.

He still often bites his own wrist, once when Qing Luo fell asleep, he bit his wrist to the point of bleeding, fortunately he had no strength left, he couldn't stop biting his own blood vessel.

Qingluo had no choice but to tie his hands with soft silk and tie them to the side of the bed so that he could not hurt himself any more. At first Tian Cheng tried to break free, but later, he stopped moving, didn't move at all, and just Lying on the bed so quietly, even his eyes never opened again.

The snow stopped, leaving only the spotless white all over the place.The people in the palace were busy clearing the snow, Qing Luo saw that Tian Cheng was asleep, so she walked out of the room and looked at their busy figures.

At this time of year, children will be busy making snowmen, right?When he was a child, he asked his father to help him build a snowman bigger than his elder brother, and put a carrot as his nose. He was happy all winter, and when the snow and ice melted in spring, he cried for a long time to the snowman.

Xiaolan, in fact, Daddy doesn't want to fight. Daddy just wants to let every child in the world be safe and play with making snowmen.

Dad's words rang in my ears, as if it was yesterday, but it was actually a long time ago, such peaceful and gentle days are long gone forever.

He still remembers that when he was a child, he didn't like to eat apples, so his father cut them into small pieces, tied them with bamboo sticks, and gave them to him, just for the convenience of eating.

But Tian Cheng never met his father at all, never had anyone peel apples for him to eat, and he never had a day of building snowmen or playing snowball fights.When he was a child, there was only hunger, cold and pain.

He was dying before he could make it up to him.Qing Luo sighed, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a handful of snow from the window sill behind him, but he could only watch them melt into snow water in his palm.

After the family broke up, no one really cared about him.Shi Ming saved him, just to get him to avenge his father. The people in the Demon Cult obeyed him, but because of fear, he changed his name and surname. During the days when he was studying art in the Cangshan School, he was quite happy, but the master found out that he was practicing Xi Xuanye, and with the intention of rebellion, all his classmates immediately became enemies, and even the junior sisters who were usually affectionate all drew their swords at him.Later, he became stronger, destroyed the Cangshan Sect, and became the leader of the Demon Cult. He could easily take people's lives with just a guqin, but so what?In my heart, there is only more and more profound loneliness.

Except, this child, this child who has gone through hardships, but can still give warmth to others.

At that time, when he became a child again, lying on Tian Cheng's scarred back, carried by him with his remaining strength, and staggering along the mountain road, he felt so sweet and happy. Unfortunately, his Shi only had the sorrow of unrevenge in his heart, and ignored the person in front of him.

"Tiancheng..." He murmured in a low voice, and what flashed through his mind was the difficult year spent on Dark Ye Island as Qinglan. During such hopeless days, he unexpectedly found warmth.

The snowflakes in front of him suddenly danced wildly, as if they wanted to bury him.Along with the snowflakes came several handfuls of silver needles, they were extremely powerful, as thin as a cow's hair, but they could easily kill people!

A cold light flashed in Qingluo's eyes, he turned around, and as he waved his wide sleeves, all the silver needles fell into the snow. Such slender metallic luster was mixed with the cold color of the snowflakes, making it impossible to find it.

"I'm going to kill you!" The crisp voice sounded from behind him, full of arrogance, it can be seen that the speaker has deep inner strength.

Dzogchen!he is alive!Tongyan Shura is still alive!

Qing Luo's heart moved, she hated this person so much in the past, but now she is full of joy to learn that he has reached Xuan Ye's Great Perfection!

"Qing Luo, piercing the ghost mask, or rather, Qing Lan!"

Cheng Shanshui's figure appeared behind him, and the black sword's edge was as cold as the silver-clad world.

Qing Luo turned around and faced the murderous sword with a smile on his face.

"Go, save Tian Cheng! Only you can save him!" Qing Luo said anxiously, ignoring the sword.