As for the green branch that sent the flower dew, the suspicion is still the greatest at this moment.
The identities of the three people who died in the alley have also been found out.
As expected by Bai Lian, they were indeed people from the Shangqing Immortal Realm, and all of them had good backgrounds.
These three people are all subjects of the Ancient Yin Kingdom in the Shangqing Immortal Realm. They are all Taoist Immortals and have official immortal titles.
The immortals from the Shangqing Immortal Realm died tragically in Shifang City for no reason, and there must be an explanation for this matter.
It seems that within a few days, some immortals from the Ancient Yin Kingdom will come down to earth.
Now, in the deaths of those three people, all signs and evidence point to the green branches of One Drop of Blood members.
No matter how you look at it now, whether it is poisoning the king or the emperor in the wilderness.
Or attracting dragon fish and whales to kill the three subjects of the Ancient Yin Kingdom? It is probably the same person who did it intentionally.
I'm afraid real trouble is coming...
After the matter came to an end for the time being, Mr. Tan Guang no longer continued to kill innocent people indiscriminately or restrict the freedom of many monks in the building.
Everyone did not dare to continue to watch the excitement, and they all left Wanggui Tower one after another.
As for the next auction, it is destined to end in vain.
When Li Bansheng left, he glanced at Qin Muqing faintly.
The look in her eyes sent chills down her spine, but she led the disciples away without saying anything more.
Qin Lou waited until the people were almost gone, then he had the opportunity to reprimand: "You are so ignorant today!"
"Mother~" Qin Muqing called out aggrievedly.
Qin Lou lectured in a low voice: "What you said today will undoubtedly kill the path of Taixuan Sect in the future.
Moreover, the Lord of the City has not spoken, and it is your turn to embarrass Miss Fang San! Let’s think about how to explain it to the city lord first! "
These words seemed to be spoken in a suppressed voice, but they were obviously meant for Balian.
Bai Lian directly ignored the hidden goodwill in Qin Lou's words, and the meaning of spring flowers and autumn moon in his eyes disappeared completely at this moment.
He subconsciously looked for Fang Geyu, but he saw that she had summoned the girl with a red fan to the house at some point, and whispered in her ear, as if she was giving some instructions.
Seeing this, Bailian's thoughts moved slightly.
The maids in Fang Geyu's mansion who looked ordinary seemed not to be that simple.
From the looks of it, in addition to doing the daily service of serving tea and pouring water, he might also be secretly helping Fang Geyu with some unknown things.
Seeing that she was so busy, Bai Lian also knew that Junhuang was in trouble on the territory of Shifang City, which must be a lot of trouble.
He didn't bother him either.
Balian slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the sharp pain in his abdomen spread out like a steel nail, making people feel more and more irritable.
He glanced at Su Jing, who had not left with Li Bansheng, his expression returned to its original state, and he said softly: "Senior Sister Jing, please take a moment to speak."
After leaving Wanggui Tower, it was already dark in the mountains outside the city.
By the lake after snow, winter willow branches covered with a layer of bright ice crystals swayed in the moonlight night wind, and the floral fragrance of wild clivia under the bridge was cold and delicate, coming in waves.
On a snowy night, there are many stars. On the water bank, there is a small boat floating with fishing fire. Young men and women from ordinary people's homes go boating to pick water lilies and water lilies.
It is a good time for Jinling Bamboo Horse.
Su Jing followed Bai Lian not far or near, his eyes under the shadow of the slanting trees seemed to be lingering in the middle of the lake, his face was calm, and he didn't know what he was thinking of writing.
Balian asked her to call out, saying she had something to say.
But when he came out of Wanggui Tower, he didn't say a word. He was silent for a long time and kept walking.
Su Jing didn't press him to ask questions, but just followed him quietly.
Walking on the road he walked, bathing in the fragrance of flowers that blew over him, stepping on the elongated shadow behind him, the white clothes seemed to melt into it.
Crossing a broken bridge over running water, the surroundings looked a little cold.
Balian suddenly stopped, and Su Jing also stopped.
She looked up and saw that there was an old woman selling roasted sweet potatoes on a cart in front of the bridge.
The old woman's eyesight was poor and one eye was wrapped with a bandage. She was obviously blind in one eye.
The night wind was extremely cold, but the shabby coat she wore was very thin, with cotton seeping from the patches, making the old woman rub her hands in the cold.
She just bathed in the wind and snow on the lake at night, huddled by the fire, squinting her eyes like an old cat.
Bailian took out some silver coins and put them on the trolley.
Without waking the old man up, he took out a piece of sweet potato from the stove.
After wrapping it in an oil paper bag, he turned over and handed it to Su Jing.
Su Jing held the roasted piping hot sweet potato. Because the outside was tightly wrapped in an oily paper bag, it felt warm but not hot to the touch.
The hands that had been cooled by the night wind gradually warmed up, and the fingertips that were pale from the cold revealed a very beautiful light pink color.
She looked up at him, "You don't want it?"
Balian only bought one.
"I can't eat this." Balian shook his head and walked further away.
The light pinkness on the fingertips of the palm holding the sweet potato returned to pale color.
Su Jing followed his back and crossed the broken bridge, using her fingers to peel away the browned and crispy skin of the sweet potato.
Beneath the thin layer of skin was soft and attractive potato flesh, and the warm heat made her clear eyes turn a misty color.
"Speaking of which, it seems that no matter what I look like, Su Jing, you can always recognize me."
Balian was walking in front and didn't hear Su Jing's reply from behind.
He stopped and turned around, only to see that she seemed to have not noticed what he was saying, and was concentrating on the sweet potato in her hand with her head down.
The silver that Balian left for the grandmother was very generous, and it was more than enough to buy her entire stall.
So when he was picking potatoes, he didn't show any politeness and picked out the big ones.
Su Jing's palm-sized face was not as big as the sweet potato in his hand. He lowered his head and took small bites of the glutinous red potato flesh.
If you're not careful, you'll burn your nose with the steaming soft and waxy sweet potato meat.
The tip of her delicate little nose was burnt red. She winced in pain, her cheeks puffed up slightly, she blew a few breaths, and continued to bite the pulp in small bites.
Under the influence of the hot mist, it became less cold and distant, and more cute and pitiful.
For some reason, seeing her desolate look with the tip of her nose reddened by the burns, the resentment that had been brewing in Balian's heart dissipated a bit.
He sighed and said: "Give me the remaining Pill of Thousand Knives."
Su Jing paused while eating the sweet potato. There was still a soft and glutinous sweet potato meat on the tip of his nose.
She frowned, as if she was worried about something, but remained silent.
Mostly because he was worried that he would take the punishment pill again, he turned his back silently and turned his back to him, expressing his inner resistance with silence.
Seeing her look like this, Bai Lian's anger, which had not been easily suppressed, began to rise again.
He was so out of breath that he said, "I'm out of my mind and I won't eat that deadly thing again."
Su Jing turned around slowly and looked at Bailian with half of her face, "Really?"
Balian frowned: "If you don't believe it, then there's nothing more to say. You go back to the inn..."
Before she finished her sentence, Miss Jing floated over like a white ghost with a sweet potato bigger than her head in her mouth.
He quickly took out the familiar small porcelain bottle from his sleeve and placed it in Balian's palm without hesitation.
Balian looked at the woman whose face was completely covered by the big sweet potato and her facial features could not be seen clearly.
I could only vaguely see the two rabbit ears standing up behind the top of the sweet potato, trembling nervously in the wind.
"..."
What's going on with the urge to pinch?
Bailian took the porcelain bottle and without saying anything else, he crushed it into pieces and sprinkled it into the lake.
Su Jing wanted to stop it, but it was too late.
"There is no one around now, so you can tell me, what are you doing eating this kind of thing? Are you looking for abuse?"
There was a "click" sound.
The sweet potato in Su Jing's mouth fell to the ground, and her eyes were glazed over when she looked at Balian.
Balian frowned and reached out, trying to turn over her sweaty collar.
He stretched out his hand halfway, but after realizing the taboo between men and women, he took it back again.
"You don't have a sweaty constitution, but I noticed that when you were looking at Guilou, your shirt was soaked with sweat.
Now that you have left Wanggui Tower, in this cold, snowy night, the sweat on your body has not dried. If your body was not in abnormal pain, how could you be sweating so much? "
Su Jing pursed her lips, silently knelt down to pick up the roasted sweet potato that fell on the grass and mud, and stuffed it into her mouth again.
Balian frowned again, like teaching an ignorant child, and slapped the sweet potato out of her hand.
His tone was serious: "Why haven't you changed your bad habit of picking up things on the ground to eat?"
Su Jing rubbed the back of her red hand, looking at it with a hint of grievance in her clear eyes: "You bought this."
Balian was afraid that she would pick it up again, so he shook his legs and kicked it into the lake. "If it's dirty, don't let it go. I'll buy it for you again."
Su Jing looked at him quietly for a long time, her face still showing no emotion. The two ears on the top of her head drooped and jumped, "Okay."
Balian: "..."
Unknowingly, it seemed that he had returned to the worrying mode of being Su Jing's father when he was sixteen years old.
But he had forgotten that Su Jing was no longer the ignorant, lonely and lonely person he had been when he was young.
Balian suddenly asked: "Su Jing, how long have you been doing this self-harm?"
I spent a lot of money to bid for this inhuman forbidden elixir.
Su Jing was not a person who poisoned others, but he took the poisonous pills he bought himself. This kind of behavior could basically be regarded as self-inflicted harm.
And judging from this situation, Li Bansheng knew nothing about his daughter's self-mutilation behavior.
Su Jing denied it flatly: "You are too worried. I did not harm myself."
If Bai Lian were just that much younger, he would really believe her lies.
Balian relied on his strong endurance, but after taking the Thousand-Knife Pill, he only felt like countless knives were scraping his intestines, and the pain of cutting out bones and tendons was nothing more than that.
When he thought that this kind of pain would continue for a whole month, even he couldn't help but feel a sinking despair.
But at this moment, Su Jing looked calm and not in any pain. It was obvious that he had been doing this kind of harming thing for many years, and he had done it frequently.
Balian still remembered that when he was under the underground palace of the Demon Realm, he discovered that Su Jing was particularly slow to perceive pain.
If you endure inhuman torture and physical and mental pain for many years, can you still be a normal person over time?
Balian felt a headache, "Su Jing, I don't know when you started this behavior, but I hope you can stop it as soon as possible.
Maybe you are very secretive and careful, and even your mother is not aware of your crazy behavior.
But what I want to say now is that Taixuanzong is not as safe as you think.
Two hundred years ago, I suspected that your Taixuan Sect had an internal agent from the devil world, but I could never find out.
Have you ever thought about why the person who poisoned you behind the scenes when you took the punishment pill today was so sure that you would use one today?
If you have not taken this pill today, then the frame-up framed by the person behind it will fail.
But he can figure out your intention of taking this pill, and he is sure that you will eat one today. "
Su Jing felt a faint chill running down his spine.
Balian looked solemn: "If you continue to harm yourself, sooner or later you will become a fatal weakness for the enemy to plot against you."
If the person behind the poison hadn't admitted her death and didn't want others to know that she was taking the Thousand Cuts Pill, how could such a loophole-filled situation have forced her to die like this?
Su Jing squatted on the ground and did not get up.
She put her hands on her knees, her body slightly curled up, and she looked even more slender and lonely.
The butterfly bone on her back was gracefully protruding, and her posture looked a little painful. The moonlight fell slantly, making the lone shadow behind her elongated and desolate.
A thin layer of smoke gradually formed in her eyes, and she slowly hugged her knees, speaking softly: "I just think that pain can make me feel that I am still clearly alive in this world. Thinking like this is not a happy monastic life." , can also be more relaxed.
I knew that my idea was abnormal and that my brain was sick. At first, I just used silver needles, and then a knife. Gradually, I found that I began to drink poison to quench my thirst, and became dependent and addicted to 'pain'. "
Su Jing's eyes showed a touch of helpless coldness and self-mockery: "The original intention was to punish myself, but after thinking about it carefully, I chose the most cowardly escape and used another way to make myself live more comfortably."
"How comfortable is this!" An unknown fire suddenly surged up in Parian's heart, and he couldn't help roaring.
The cramping pain in the abdomen became more and more intense.
The pain in his heart disappeared. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, and a fishy-sweet feeling surged up in his throat. He turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, and his breath was churning.
Su Jing was frightened by his appearance. She stepped forward to support him and said with a pale face: "Didn't it say that corpse poison can resist the power of the punishment pill? How come it still hurts?"
Balian gritted his teeth. Under the pale skin of his neck, clear and raised blue blood vessels could be seen. He sneered:
"How come there are so many mutual conflicts? That guy Fang You is as cunning as an old fox.
Of course he didn't want Junhuang's poisoning to affect his Shifang City, but he just followed my words to appease Tan Guangjun. "
Su Jing's eyes were full of confusion and panic, and his face looked even paler than him for a moment.
She raised her fingers in confusion, trying to wipe away the blood on the corners of his lips, but Bailian grabbed her wrist.
He looked at her with a heavy gaze: "If you dare to harm yourself again and I find out, I will go to your Nanze Mountain and eat all the fruits and vegetables grown at the foot of your mountain to feed the pigs."
Su Jing hummed, but did not tell him that after he died of coldness, she filled in the land with her own hands and never grew her beloved fruits and vegetables in that landscape again.
(End of chapter)
