How can I be broken by the enemy in my previous life? [Rebirth]

"Master, the hidden guards at the foot of the mountain have been cleaned up, and I have arrested a few defectors. You see how to deal with them." Zhuo Yun cupped his hands again, interrupting Situ Qing's meditation.

And Situ Qing just quietly let Tang Jing lean on her shoulder to channel her true energy, as if she didn't hear Zhuo Yun's words.

At this moment, Zhuo Yun himself felt embarrassed, he couldn't help but secretly glanced at Situ Qing's hand that was holding Tang Jing, feeling very incredible in his heart.

After a long time, Situ Qing looked for Tang Jing's pulse and it seemed that there was no danger, so she raised her head. At this moment, there was only the clear and cold moonlight in Situ Qing's pupils, which made Zhuo Yun startled.

It took a long time before Zhuo Yun heard Situ Qing's understatement.

"All killed."

In the end, Situ Qing came over, handed Tang Jing to Zhuo Yun for support, and left with his hands behind his back.

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It was noon when Tang Jing woke up, the sunlight was just right, and strands of sunlight came in from the bamboo curtain and sprinkled on his face, which was gentle and comfortable.

Tang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and after he got used to the environment in front of him, he realized that he was actually sleeping in Situ Qing's room.

Blocking a hidden weapon once has such benefits, and Tang Jing suddenly felt that he had made a lot of money.

However, when he raised his hand a little bit, the pain piercing into his lungs made Tang Jing grimly feel that it was not worthwhile to block the hidden weapon.

The plum blossom darts used to hide the flowers in the sleeves are all specially made. Each petal and even the stamen are extremely sharp. When they are driven into the human body during high-speed rotation, they will twist the flesh and get in. If the hidden weapon user has high internal strength, the hidden weapon can directly stir The viscera and six internal organs of the person who smashed the hidden weapon make people feel so painful that life is worse than death.

Fortunately, the man in black who sneaked up that day didn't know much about it. Although the hidden weapon did break into Tang Jing's body, it didn't endanger his life.

Tang Jing gritted his teeth and sat up reluctantly, turned over and sat up, stretched his hands and feet, touched the bandaged wound on his body, and decided to go out to exercise his muscles and bones.

The air in the mountains always carries the fragrance of grass and trees, which is extremely comfortable. Tang Jing limped a few steps, and suddenly a cyan figure descended from the sky in front of him. Knowing it was Zhuo Yun, Tang Jing didn't make a fuss and stopped. Stand still and see what he has to say.

Zhuo Yun didn't tie his hair up today, and a piece of sky blue satin was strung across his forehead to wipe his forehead. His clothes were also toga with long sleeves. Taking advantage of his delicate features, he looked a bit bookish.

He looked at Tang Jing with a much better look than usual, and his tone of voice was also much more gentle, "Your injury is not fully healed yet, so you shouldn't move around."

Tang Jing looked at Zhuo Yun's attire, looked at his still a little green face, and smiled faintly, "Thank you, Guardian Zuo, for your concern."

Zhuo Yun nodded maturely, and then ordered, "The past few days, the leader is practicing in seclusion, and you will live here. When you recover from your injuries, the leader will send you back to the Tang Sect."

When Tang Jing heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he said, "Master, send me off personally?"

Zhuo Yun seemed to have a lot of opinions on this matter, so he gave Tang Jing a cold look, and said, "Originally I gave it to you, but the leader thinks that you are treacherous, cunning, and full of tricks, so I still plan to do it myself."

Tang Jing ignored the derogatory words of him as if they were on the sidelines, and only heard the last sentence, so he cupped his hands with a smile on his eyes, and said, "Then thank you, the leader, for your love."

Zhuo Yun gave him another cold look, snorted, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Looking at Zhuo Yun's leaving back, Tang Jing smiled thoughtfully, thinking that this little protector cared about Situ Qing.

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Situ Qing said it was a retreat, but it was really like a retreat. Tang Jing hadn't seen him again for a few days.It was Zhuo Yun who delivered the food and medicine.

This made Tang Jing feel a little worried, and occasionally asked Zhuo Yun "Why didn't the leader come" and "How long will it take to retreat".

Zhuo Yun would always ridicule him at this time, and later, Tang Jing stopped asking.

On this day, Tang Jing was really bored, and was restricted by Zhuo Yun from moving around, so he locked the door and rummaged through the house after thinking about it.

He knew that Situ Qing was not stupid, since he gave up the house to him, he would definitely take all the important things with him, but what Tang Jing was looking for was not something important.

The bookcase is full of books, including history books and miscellaneous talks. Tang Jing also found a few copybooks that Situ Qing had copied before, and what he copied was the entire Book of Songs.

The handwriting is smooth and flowing, vigorous and powerful, and there is a hidden edge between the turning and turning of the pen, which is quite everyone's demeanor.

Tang Jing looked at the copybooks for a long time, and couldn't put them down, but in the end he suddenly smiled, and then tore off two of them and quietly hid them in his arms.

After looking through the bookcases, there is a wardrobe, but there are no clothes in the wardrobe, only a few bottles of medicine and a few furoshiki.

Those medicine bottles all looked the same, except for the different colors of the corks, there was no difference in other places.Tang Jing took the medicine bottle in his hand, weighed it, opened it again, and looked at it, unable to determine whether it was a drug or something else, so he could only silently put it down in the end.

"What are you doing?" A faint voice unfortunately came from outside the window at this moment.

Tang Jing was slightly startled, and immediately withdrew his hand, then turned around with a smile, stretched his waist, and said, "Walk casually, walk."

Situ Qing didn't tell if he saw it through, and he had already packed out all the useful things, so no matter how Tang Jing searched, he couldn't find anything that was too useful.

Standing quietly outside the window for a while, Situ Qing said, "I'm on the road at noon, pack up as soon as possible, I don't like waiting for others."

On the road?

Tang Jing was slightly taken aback, and wanted to ask something, but the window was empty at the moment, there was no shadow of Situ Qing, only mottled tree shadows were left swaying slowly under the window frame.

They ran so fast, Tang Jing touched his nose, feeling a little lonely.

Then Tang Jing walked to the window sill and opened the window cautiously. Sure enough, the wreath that had completely dried up was still placed there without any change.

With a slight breath, Tang Jing took the wreath off the window sill and threw it out.

·

Noon

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Tang Jing's eyes were sharp, and he saw the unremarkable carriage parked by the small road beside the bamboo forest from a distance.

With his back to Tang Jing, Zhuo Yun stood beside the car, as if he was explaining something to the driver.

Situ Qing...should be in the car?

When Tang Jing walked up to him, he saw Zhuo Yun raising his hand and gesticulating at the coachman. With a sudden thought, he knew that the coachman was a deaf-mute. In order not to reveal secrets, this kind of coachman is often used in martial arts. , The mouth is also naturally tight.

Seeing Tang Jing approaching, Zhuo Yun gave him a displeased look, and said, "The leader is in the car, you should hurry in and leave immediately."

Tang Jing didn't feel uncomfortable with Zhuo Yun's rudeness, but when he thought of seeing Situ Qing, he felt inexplicably happy. I can't say why, but it can be said that she is a beauty?

Thinking of this, Tang Jing stepped into the carriage, raised his hand and opened the bamboo curtain.

With just one glance, Tang Jing was stunned.

From the outside, there was nothing special about this carriage, and it was slightly larger than ordinary carriages. However, the interior decoration was as gorgeous and exquisite as the inner garden of the imperial palace.

The top-quality silver fox fur is so soft and soft that even an inch of gold is too cheap, and now it covers the entire floor and even the inner wall of the carriage like it costs nothing.

On one side is a low couch, on which there are extremely light and soft silk quilts and soft feather pillows. In the center is a small mahogany table, on which is placed a golden suanni that is breathing curling smoke, and white porcelain A pair of tea sets, the texture can be compared to suet white jade.

But these are still secondary, the important thing is the man on the right who slumped up and leaned against the wall of the carriage.

Situ Qing changed her usual routine today, wearing a black silk robe with flowing clouds and dark patterns, her long hair was not tied up, and it just fell quietly by her side like a waterfall, with a faint brilliance flowing in it.

He is holding a volume of books in his left hand, with his right hand resting slightly on his left cheek, his eyes are lowered quietly, and his expression is indifferent and slightly lazy.

Perhaps the sleeves of the robe were too wide, and half of Situ Qing's hand holding the book was exposed. Tang Jing caught a glimpse of the white wrist with slightly protruding knuckles, and suddenly felt a bit of inexplicable restlessness in his chest.

Hearing the sound of the bamboo curtain, Situ Qing raised his eyes slightly, his light amber pupils cast a halo in the dimly lit car, then he retracted his eyes and said calmly, "Where is your place?" .”

Situ Qing didn't really need to say these words, the furnishings in the carriage were clear enough at a glance, but when he said these words, Tang Jing heard a faint sense of drawing a line.

But Tang Jing has always been thick-skinned, Quan Dang didn't hear anything, just smiled, then jumped to the opposite table and sat cross-legged.

The carriage started to move forward, Tang Jing sat on the slum and swayed, facing Situ Qing.

Situ Qing just lowered her eyes to read the book, looking as if the eight winds don't move me like a mountain, but Tang Jing's heart is itching even more.

Tang Jing has always liked to challenge the impossible, which brought him a great sense of accomplishment, and Situ Qing's indifferent attitude made Tang Jing feel provocative.

However, Tang Jing could also see that Situ Qing didn't like to be obedient and playful, so he rolled his eyes, and finally took out the needle case of the Soul Chaser Needle from his bosom pretending not to.

The needle case of the soul-chasing needle is extremely exquisitely made, even the pattern is carved like a handicraft. Tang Jing took it out and looked at it for a while, and he was a little lost in thought.

It is said that the reason why the chasing needle box was damaged was because it was too lethal.

At that time, a martial arts master who was outside the range of the hidden weapon was still injured by the soul-chasing needle. Seeing the tragic situation of his colleagues around him, the martial arts master desperately slashed at the needle case of the soul-chasing needle. An extremely long crack appeared in one corner of the box, and the elders of the Tang Sect after Ren could not repair it no matter how hard they tried.

Looking at the crack on the side of the needle box, Tang Jing was a little dazed. He sighed in his heart about the exquisite craftsmanship of the soul-chasing needle, but at the same time felt regretful and fortunate. It was a pity that such a hidden weapon would never reappear in the sky. There are a lot less innocent souls under the needle.

And just as Tang Jing was meditating, a slender and bony hand suddenly reached out in front of him.

Tang Chen was slightly taken aback, and when he looked up, he saw Situ Qing quietly looking at the needle case of the soul-chasing needle in his hand.

The trick worked, Tang Jing hooked the corners of his lips, but asked pretending to be puzzled: "What does the leader want to tell you?"

Situ Qing didn't mince words with him, and said bluntly, "The Soul Chaser Needle."

Having reached this point, Tang Jing didn't want to put on any airs anymore, smiled lightly, and raised his hand to pass the needle case over. Originally, he just wanted to say a few more words to Situ Qing.

The needle box was handed over, and Situ Qing stretched out his hand to take it. Tang Jing raised his eyes and saw the indistinct cyan blood on the back of the white hand, and the fingers were slender and very beautiful.

At the moment when the two hands were handed over, Tang Jing suddenly couldn't help stretching out his fingers to touch the white fingertips slightly. Just a light touch, the cool touch already made Tang Jing's heart flutter.

But in the next second, the finger quickly flipped over and flicked towards Tang Jing's wrist.

"Well……"

Tang Jing was caught off guard and let out a cry of pain, and lowered his head in pain with his wrist in his hands. Situ Qing was really merciless when he shot...

The feeling of soreness, numbness and pain spread from the wrist to the elbow and fingertips. Tang Jing's half arm was numb for a long time before he gradually regained consciousness. Finally, he gradually recovered, and couldn't help but look back at Situ secretly with some resentment. direction of love.

Then Tang Jing caught a glimpse of Situ Qing lowering his eyes, looking at the needle case in his hand carefully at the candle that was just lit, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his face.