Heavy fog was everywhere, and thick white smoke covered everything in sight.
In the invisible space, you can only hear the breathing of one person. Who is it? Where is this?
"Ayesha, what time has it been? Why haven't you gotten up yet?" A middle-aged woman complained from afar. Although it was a complaint, it contained more of warmth.
Grandma? It was her grandmother's voice. She couldn't see anything, but there was a noisy sound in her ears. It was the sound of working in Gedo Village in the early morning. She seemed to be able to hear the voice of the uncle next door.
"Ama, Ama, where are you? Why can't I see you?" The girl on the bed whispered in confusion and urgency.
There was a woman wearing a black veil sitting next to the bed. She looked at the unconscious girl lying in front of her, with complicated expressions in her eyes. After a long time, she sighed deeply and put her hand on her. on the wrist.
A cold feeling came from her wrist. Before she understood what was going on, it seemed like a strong force pulled her out of the fog.
Aisha finally slowly opened her eyes, and her originally blurry vision gradually began to become clearer: a pair of deep eyes stared at her intently, a black veil covered most of her face, and a silver hairpin was inserted in her hair. between.
She jerked her hand away and tried to sit up, but found that her eyes were immediately spinning, her fingers were weak, and she finally fell down.
The woman in black gauze held her shoulders, let her lie back on the bed, and said calmly: "You are so seriously injured, it is best to move less."
"It's you." Although she had a splitting headache, she could never forget those eyes. It was she who pushed herself into that room and into the boundless hell.
The woman in black gauze didn't take it seriously and stood up from the bed. Only then did Ayesha see clearly. She seemed to be lying in a bamboo house. The breeze blew slowly in through the half-opened window, blowing in the waves. Floral.
It seems to be the scent of roses. Is it already summer? She thought in a daze.
"You really impressed me. You actually dared to snatch food from the tiger's mouth." The wind blew up Yixia's black gown and also blew up a row of wind chimes hanging on the corridor outside the window. "But your courage allowed you to pick it up." A life. The priest is indeed right, you are the most special one among these women."
Ayesha tried her best to support her body and half leaned on the edge of the bed. Yixia just stood aside and watched, and did not step forward to help her. This girl, who was only sixteen or seventeen years old, was so bright and beautiful. The scratches on her neck that were so deep that you could see blood were so light that they were almost invisible, but the pale corners of her mouth still told others clearly that it was The master has suffered so much harm.
The fragmented memories seemed to come back to life and regrouped in her mind at this time. Ayesha's originally pale face seemed to have lost all color at this time.
"The fatal elixir extracted from red blood sesame has blocked the leader's most fatal blow for you and protected your heart." Yixia poured a cup of tea from the table next to her and handed it to Ayi Shah.
She hesitated for a while, then took it. The tea cup was in her hand, still emitting waves of residual warmth.
"The priest couldn't bear it, so he used spiritual power to extend your life. Maybe you really didn't deserve to die, and you were able to survive."
"Should I thank him for this?" The woman on the bed smiled mockingly. He pushed her into such hell with his own hands, but then he pulled her back when she was dying.
Yixia's long eyelashes twitched slightly, but she didn't see any emotion in them: "There are many things in life that you can't control, so we don't care whether you hate us or not."
Ayesha sneered and wanted to put the tea cup in her hand on the low stool next to the bed. Perhaps because she didn't have any more strength in her hand, the tea cup slumped down the moment it touched the edge of the low stool and fell on the bed. There was a crisp sound on the ground.
The loud noise startled her, and the moment she reflexively tried to straighten up, a sharp pain hit her waist and abdomen, and large beads of sweat flowed from Aisha's forehead.
A strong wind suddenly blew in from the window. The already fragile door was blown back and forth, making a violent sound. The wind blew the long hair of the two people beside the bed.
In just a snap of the fingers, a young man in white appeared beside the bed, with a handsome and delicate face, and a blue-purple gentian flower painted on his forehead.
The young man stretched out his hand in front of Aisha, and a silvery-white light emitted from his palm. A silver spiritual butterfly appeared out of thin air, waving its wings, and landed on Aisha's skin, which seemed to be burned. As if alive, as soon as the spirit butterfly touched her skin, it suddenly turned into a wisp of white smoke.
The face that was originally distorted by pain slowly relaxed, and the pain in his abdomen seemed to gradually disappear.
Ayesha slumped down on the edge of the bed.
The boy in white retracted his hand, the light gradually disappeared, and the spirit butterfly also disappeared out of thin air.
The woman in black shirt beside the bed immediately stood up and saluted him: "Master Priest."
"After three months, you were able to wake up. The power of the Jue Ming Dan is more powerful than I imagined." The gentian flower on his forehead is bright and bright, reflecting the beauty of the young man's face. "Perhaps you are not alive." It’s a must.”
The sweat on her face was still there, and the woman on the bed was still holding the edge of the bed with her hand trembling slightly: "You mean, I was in a coma for three months?"
"That's right," Yixia nodded. The leader's attack was meant to kill you, so you were seriously injured. "
Yixia's words hit Ayesha's heart like a bolt from the blue. She raised her head in disbelief and looked at the person standing beside her bed. She stretched out her hand to lift the soft cotton covering her body and was about to get out of bed.
The body fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.
Yi Xia quickly stepped forward and grabbed the soft wadding from the bed and covered Ayesha's body.
Qing Ling was at the side, with a cold look in her dark brown eyes: "I'm afraid you won't be able to go back, your legs can no longer walk, and you are already three months pregnant."
Qing Ling's words were like the ice in March, taking away the last trace of warmth from Aisha's body.
***
When the morning sun starts to get hotter and hotter.
Wen Jirou and Jiuxia had already returned to the middle of Mangshan Mountain, where the young man in green with a wooden stick looked at them with a smile. The countless people and horses behind him also made Jiuxia stunned.
Although Yaowang Valley is feared and watched by everyone in the world, it is ultimately because of their extraordinary medical skills and the unbreakable door of life and death in Yaowang Valley that the valley is just a bunch of weak women.
As for Yunzhong City, it relies on the iron-blooded skills of the city lord and the impeccable men and horses in the city.
"Master Wen rushed up the mountain after a disagreement, and did not say a word to me. It seems that he does not regard Yunzhong City as your partner, right?"
Star Lake is as quiet as a pool of stagnant water, with no ripples at all. Only the occasional bamboo leaves blown by the wind fall on the lake, creating tiny ripples.
Wen Jirou touched the long hair that fell on her chest, shook her head, and put away the fan in her hand: "I have told you my biggest secret, why should the city lord care about me."
He shook the jade bone fan in his hand, and his eyes did not fall on Ranchen, but on the blue sky. Today's sky seemed to be particularly good, and there was not even a single white cloud in sight.
"I met Miss Gu at Mingyue Sect."
"How is she?" Ranchen lost his voice and blurted out.
However, Wen Jirou tapped her nose with the jade bone fan in her hand. A pair of light-colored pupils finally retracted her vision from the distant sky and fell on the Yunzhong City Lord next to her.
"You care about her?"
"Miss Gu saved me several times, so of course I care, not to mention," Ranchen said with some embarrassment, knowing he had lost his composure, but his voice lowered unconsciously, "It's Yunzhong City that feels sorry for her."
"Miss Gu has become a saint of the Mingyue Sect." Wen Jirou's eyes seemed to show a trace of pity and gentleness, "Her life experience, given the ability of the city lord, should be clear."
Thinking of the letter from his master, Ranchen just nodded silently.
"When Master Bihai was still alive, Mingyue Sect was not as evil as it is now. It was Mingfeng's actions that led Mingyue Sect into the wrong path. Maybe you can lead them back to the right path." Wen Jirou looked at it. Ranchen had a complicated look on his face.
The Grand Master, who had his hands stained with blood in order to assist the Holy Master in ascending the throne, would actually say such words of pity for all living beings. Even he himself felt that he was extremely ridiculous.
"Except for Qingling and Mingfeng, most of the believers in the sect are just ordinary people and don't know any magic."
"Do you want to die together with Mingfeng?" Ranchen suddenly asked.
"Mingfeng was injured by my blood and has been in seclusion to heal his injuries. In ten days, he will be released from seclusion. These ten days will be the key to whether we can break the Mingyue Sect."
A cold light suddenly shone in Wen Jirou's eyes: "I just want Mingfeng to die. As for how you deal with Mingyue Sect, I don't care."
"With your ability, it would be easy for me to save her from the Mingyue Sect." Through Ranchen's shoulder, the gentle realization fell on the people of Yunzhong City not far behind him, "I only hope that you Be able to take good care of her.”
The sun fell through the gaps in the bamboo forest and fell on the two people on the edge of the Star Lake.
Ranchen looked at the man in front of him with complicated expressions in his eyes, but in just a few words, he could already feel that he must have a different kind of emotion for Gu Jianghe, and that kind of emotion was already with him at that moment. The hatred in his bones began to conflict fiercely.
"By the way, there is something that I think the city lord must be very interested in knowing," Wen Jirou suddenly laughed in a low voice, but there was such a coldness in that smile, "Mingyue Sect Red Blood Zhizhi , I have to rely on the blood of the saint to survive. Although I came here under the order of the saint, I never intend to leave southern Yunnan alive. But you are different. You have the entire Yunzhong City behind you, so you must bring Take the red blood mushroom back to see you. If you want the red blood mushroom, you have to ask Gu Jianghe to plant it for you."
Although Wen Jirou's words were gentle, they were like thorns, piercing Ranchen's body: "My city lord, I really want to know, how do you choose between Miss Gu and Yunzhong City?"
