"You really think of me as a little miracle doctor. How can I know the art of Qihuang? Do you still remember the dragon scale that Chi Yu gave me at the beginning?"
Qing Ya spread his hands, and there were several scabbed blood marks on his palms crisscrossed on the skin. Within a day, Qing Ya's right hand had suffered a lot.
She didn't blame him for using dragon scales on a strange woman. She understood Qingya's character. Even if he is an unrelated person, he will help him, not to mention that Qingya thinks that all this happened because of him.
"Qingya, if you failed to save her today, I hope you won't feel guilty. It's not your fault. It's because they ignored the safety of the people. You have no reason to bear these pressures, you know? Sometimes , your kindness will become your hindrance.”
When the scar was recovering, Qing Ya kept feeling itchy in the palm of his hand. Hua Qing'er pressed her palm tightly against Qing Ya's palm, leaving no gap. With a soft and cool touch, like a spring breeze.
There was silence for a long time, neither of them spoke, nor did they take away their hands. They just felt your warmth quietly, and seeing your face right in front of me was already worth a thousand words.
Although she did not add makeup today, and her face still had a hasty aftertaste after a life and death battle, she was still as beautiful as the one she saw in a dark corner many years ago. Light.
And she was also looking at him. Although Qingya didn't know what she was thinking, he never avoided her gaze.
"Hey," Hua Qing'er gently interrupted his gaze.
"Huh?" He pretended not to understand and still looked at him.
"I'm here to tell you to go to dinner. If you keep looking like this, we're going to drink the northwest wind."
Although monks are not as prone to hunger as ordinary people, for some people, three meals a day are not just for filling their stomachs, but also for sitting with important people around them to spend a leisurely time. Time, this meaning has gone beyond the meaning of eating itself.
The sun, which had been hidden under the thick clouds all day long, showed its presence at dusk. As the sun sets, the afterglow shines on the clouds, like burning a large piece of cotton. The clouds change from white to orange, and then from orange to rose. The brilliant sunset urges people returning home to speed up their pace. , even if it is a moment of life and death, today will still pass like any other day.
Ordinary people live ordinary lives as usual.
Pushing the door open again, the room was a little dark. Qingya didn't have a lamp. The setting sun fell on his quilt through the gap in the window. The woman on the bed was still sleeping quietly. Her long breathing told Qingya that she had recovered her health.
Qingya wrote a note and put it next to her pillow, so that she wouldn't panic when she woke up and couldn't see anyone.
Although the assassins had suffered heavy casualties, Qing Ya was worried that they would kill another one, so he left Qing Ming in the room. If uninvited guests really come again, Qing Ming will protect her safety.
Di Xi didn't want to stay in the sword. Although she had lost her body, she was still curious about the outside world. Moreover, the huge power that Qingya erupted today made her very interested. This small human being has too much in him. The secret gave Di Xi a glimmer of hope for his future.
Di Xi jumped onto Qing Ya's shoulder, lay lazily on his body, and set off boldly. No one else could see her anyway.
"Senior, if I can't block that arrow today, will you take action?"
After walking out of the courtyard, Qing Ya asked a somewhat unnecessary question. "
"No, since you want to fight with your own strength, you must be aware that you may die at any time. If you know that someone will help you to find out, can you still stimulate your potential?"
Di Xi looked at the various vendors on the street without even looking at Qingya.
The official sedans coming and going on the streets of Dongshi all showed their extraordinary status, but Qingya ignored them. He just wanted to eat now.
But what he didn't expect was that the chef tonight was not Qiu Chiyu. When he walked into the inner courtyard of Qixia Mansion, he immediately felt a rush of hot air rushing towards him. At the same time, a tangy meat aroma also hit his nostrils. Surround yourself.
Several grills were set up in the courtyard, and the charcoal fires on the grills were burning brightly. Several lambs were being threaded on iron sticks and sizzling with hot oil.
Several servants squatted beside the grill and kept turning the wooden handles of the iron skewers. As the mutton on the grill continued to turn, the rich meat aroma became more intense.
Tana Shushu, wearing an apron and gloved hands, was flying back and forth between several grills. She kept brushing various spices on each roasted whole lamb, and also found time to prepare various fruits and vegetables. It seemed that she was too busy to turn around.
Unexpectedly, she would be the chef tonight.
"Miss Shushu, let me help you."
Hua Qing'er put on an apron, picked up a kitchen knife, and skillfully cut potatoes, onions and other side dishes. Somewhat beyond Qing Ya's expectation, Hua Qing'er's knife skills turned out to be so skillful.
She cuts vegetables very quickly and at a steady pace, and the shredded potatoes she cuts are slender and consistent in size. Sure enough, every snack food has the potential to grow into a generation of famous chefs.
The sky has turned completely dark, and on a clear night after the snow, Chang'an City seems even more lively. People are walking out of their homes one after another, walking in the snow, and holding candles for night walks. The shops and vendors all opened their doors to welcome customers and kept selling. The calm last night was only a moment, and Chang'an was still the same Chang'an.
Just as time heals wounds, a heavy snowfall cannot stop Chang'an's prosperity.
The small courtyard in Dongshi was still very quiet. A few sounds came from the dim room, and a pair of bright eyes woke up in the dark night.
His dissociated consciousness has not yet been restored, and his memory is a little blurry. It seems that he has been asleep for a long time, so long that even though it happened yesterday, it seems like a lifetime ago.
This is a strange place, but it seems a little familiar.
As her brain gradually became clearer, the vague memories gradually became clearer. With the light coming in from the window, she could see her environment clearly.
"hehe."
She couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh. She didn't expect that she had gone round and round and ended up back here again.
When I think of myself escaping from here in embarrassment in the morning and waking up in bed here at night, I have to sigh that fate is unpredictable.
That's right, the woman Qing Ya spent a lot of effort and did not hesitate to use dragon scales to save was the person who used the shadow control technique to take Qing Ya's life this morning.
The prestige of the Tang Sect in Sichuan has spread far and wide, and there has been a saying in the world that "it is better to provoke the King of Yama than to provoke the Tang Sect Master". Because the disciples of the Tang Sect are very united, if one person is harmed outside, all the disciples in the sect will launch endless revenge on that person.
Disciples of the Tang Sect have always been proficient in various assassination techniques, and are also quite good at poisoning. People often become their prey inadvertently.
Therefore, the Tang Sect has become the largest assassination organization in the world. As long as they have enough money, they can solve all the problems for their employers.
They are neither the right way nor the evil way, but they are also very powerful, so neither the good nor the evil side want to provoke them, but they have gained a firm foothold in the world.
But many people don't know that the biggest employer behind the Tang Sect is the current dynasty.
A few days ago, the clan received an order from the emperor, asking them to go to Chang'an to assassinate a Xuanmen disciple who had not reached the golden elixir. The emperor did not tell them in the secret order which disciple of which sect this person was. If they knew he The target of the assassination is the people of Tianyun, so they have to weigh whether they can withstand the power of Tianyun.
They traveled day and night, and arrived in Chang'an from Shu in just three days.
Once, she accidentally stumbled into a ruins under the snow-capped mountains in the westernmost part of Shu. The place was surrounded by blue clouds, but she could no longer identify the ruins from what era. And in that cave, she was teleported out by an unknown force before she took a few steps, but a jade slip was left in her hand, which recorded the art of shadow control.
Later, she tried to find the entrance to the ruins several times, but she returned in vain every time. It was as if the place had disappeared from the world.
After she devoted herself to training and mastered the art of shadow control, she successively completed several extremely difficult assassination commissions, and she became the leader among the new generation of disciples.
This time the target is just a monk in the foundation building stage, so there won't be any problems.
But it happened that for this monk in the foundation building stage, just one blow was enough to take away his life. If it weren't for the Shadow Control Technique, he would have been killed on the spot.
The damage suffered by the shadow will be returned to her unchanged. Even if she has used all her spiritual power for defense, all functions are still destroyed in an instant.
She didn't dare return to her companions because there was already a scarier place.
She stumbled down the street dragging her broken body. She didn't know where she should go. She just wanted to be as far away from her companions' hiding place and the man's compound as possible.
Moreover, she could feel her life draining away, and she knew she would die soon. And just as she was leaning against a corner to catch her breath, a loud noise roared past. Now her movements had become very slow. Before she could react, she was crushed by the collapsed house under the rubble, and then , she lost consciousness.
Who would have thought that when she woke up again, she would be back in this nightmarish house.
She saw the paper placed beside her pillow. She picked it up and saw a few lines of neat small words written on it:
"Girl, please don't be afraid when you wake up. Your injuries have healed. This is my room. It's safe. You can continue to rest here. I will come back to see you after a while."
