I cross the cold pond

When Liu Ying and Uncle Liu ran into He Zhen's bedroom, Yan Qinghe was sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, his head hanging slightly, his face pale, and a few drops of blood on his chest.

Xu Ziru leaned on his lap with his eyes closed, the two of them were silent, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

When Liuying entered the door and saw the situation, she yelled out: "Senior brother..."

Yan Qinghe turned his head slightly weakly, his voice was dry and hoarse, as if he had been poured with hot oil: "How long?"

Liu Ying's eyes were red, and her usually cold face looked haggard now: "It's been more than a month since you disappeared in He Zhen's room."

Yan Qinghe closed his eyes.

Liu Shucai added: "A month ago, all the disciples were sent to the door of the He family mansion.

Just now I saw a cloud of black mist gushing out from the direction of the bedroom, and after stumbling into the front yard, it dissipated completely for a moment, and it should have returned to the Kunlun mirror.

That's why the two of us came here to see the situation. "

Yan Qinghe's fingers on Xu Ziru's arm paused.

With red eyes, Liu Ying tried very hard to maintain the composure of the third senior sister of her sect, straightened her back and asked, "Senior brother, how do you feel now?"

Yan Qinghe raised his head and said, "I'm fine."

Then he ordered, "Let's see how He Zhen is on the bed now?"

Uncle Liu heard the words and walked to the bed, he bent down and groped for a while.

Liu Ying walked to Yan Qinghe's side, and said in a hoarse voice: "Little Junior Sister, she..."

Yan Qinghe stretched out two fingers to touch Xu Ziru's carotid artery, the pulse was still quite clear to the touch, he stuck his fingers to the neck without moving, and let out an "um" from his nasal cavity: "I know."

Liu Ying's eyes turned red again, and she stated with a stiff voice, trying to suppress her emotions: "The body has been sent back to Tianji Gate."

Yan Qinghe's fingertips touching Xu Ziru's pulse slightly pressed down, and he responded: "Got it."

Only then did Liuli shift her gaze to Xu Ziru's face lying on his lap: "He..."

Before the words came out, Uncle Liu came over and shook his head at Yan Qinghe: "I'm out of breath."

Liuli turned her head and looked in the direction of the bed, as if a little surprised: "How could it be?! Where's the Nuwa stone?"

Yan Qinghe nodded to Uncle Liu to show his understanding.

Uncle Liu bent over and compared Bi Xu to breathe freely: "Haven't woken up yet?"

Liu Li also turned around and asked, "What happened to him?"

Yan Qinghe propped himself up, and after a while, as if he had had enough rest, he picked up Xu Zizi who was pillowed on his lap from the ground: "Before he wakes up, the Nuwa stone should be on him, go back to the sect first, Wait until he wakes up."

He paused and then ordered, "Liuying, please leave a few people to deal with He Zhen's matter together."

"Yes."

Liuying had a lot of things she wanted to ask, but seeing Yan Qinghe struggling to pick up Xu Ziru, she immediately responded, wanting to step forward to help.

Yan Qinghe replied "no need" lightly, and walked out with a sense of freedom.

Yan Qinghe was in low spirits, and it was already difficult to hold Xu Ziru, unable to return to the sect with the sword, so only a few juniors were brought back to the sect.

He didn't close his eyes all day and night, and went straight back to the small courtyard where he lived, holding Xu Ziru in his arms after arriving at the sect.

After he settled his mind freely, he sat silently at the table for a while, then got up and began to tidy up his room.

The little boy who used to tidy up the small courtyard for him saw him come back and ran to say hello to him.

"you are back."

When he entered the door, he saw Yan Qinghe packing up his things. He was a little surprised, and hurried forward to help, "What are you looking for? I'll help you."

Yan Qinghe held his hands in front of the cabinet.

When he was young, he looked haggard and exclaimed: "What's wrong with you, do you want to rest for a while, I will help you find what you need."

Seeing that his clothes were messy and stained with blood, he was startled again, "Shall I find you some clothes to change into?"

Yan Qinghe leaned on the counter with one hand, looked down at the boy, and asked, "There was a dagger in the room before."

The little boy gave a suspicious "ah".

Yan Qinghe stretched out his palm and compared the size with his fingers: "It's so big.

Several precious stones were set into the handle of the dagger. "

The little boy snorted: "It was given to you by Xie Zhangyuan, I remember putting it in the cabinet! Do you want to take it out and have a look?"

Yan Qinghe supported the table and paused for a long while before saying in a hoarse voice, "Help me find it."

The little boy responded twice, turned around and ran to the next room to rummage for a while, and finally came back with that extravagant dagger in his hands. Holding the dagger in both hands, he walked up to Yan Qinghe: "Are you looking for it?"

Yan Qinghe's eyelashes trembled, he couldn't help coughing twice, and then straightened up his slightly stooped body and said: "Yes.

is it. "

The little boy asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Yan Qinghe said flatly: "You find a time to throw him into the Spring of Hopelessness."

Xiaotong opened his eyes. In his memory, Yan Qinghe has always been polite. He will store and put away the things that others give, and he will not even give them to others. How could he throw them away? He hesitated: "Throw it away?"

Yan Qinghe didn't answer this question again, and said directly: "You help me find a change of clothes."

The little boy said "Oh" twice, turned around to leave, and asked again without giving up: "Do you really want to throw away the dagger that Xie Zhangyuan gave you?"

Yan Qinghe stared at the little boy for a while, and then replied clearly: "Yes.

To throw away. "

The little boy let out a dull oh, he felt a little weird, but he couldn't question what Yan Qinghe ordered, so he put the dagger into his sleeve with his mind full of question marks, and then went to find a change of clothes for Yan Qinghe.

After half a cup of tea, the little boy returned to Yan Qinghe's room with his clothes in his hands. He put the clothes by Yan Qinghe's hand, and was about to retreat after saying a word, when Yan Qinghe suddenly asked, "Did you throw away the dagger?"

Xiaotong was a little distressed, and explained in a low voice as if he had made a mistake: "I haven't had time yet."

Yan Qinghe gave a "hmm" and then ordered: "Go before sunset."

The little boy responded, and left Yanqinghe's small courtyard with a puzzled face.

It was not long before sunset, and he needed to leave the sect and run to Wuwang Mountain, and there was not enough time.

He ran out at a faster speed, and met other children who greeted him along the way, but he didn't have time to respond, so he just ran forward with his head buried.

As soon as the sun went down, Yan Qinghe changed into clean clothes, and combed his messy hair again.

He placed a chair in front of the bed where Xu Ziru was lying, and sat quietly in front of the bed for a while, then stretched out his hand and touched Xu Ziru's neck, his pulse was still beating.

He tucked up the quilt for Xu Ziru, got up and straightened his clothes, and walked towards the door.

There is a Siguo hall in Tianjimen, which is specially used to punish disciples who have made serious mistakes.

Due to the strict discipline of the sect, most of the small mistakes that are harmless can only be meditated in the ancestral hall of the sect for a few days, but it is rarely used in the ancestral hall.

Siguotang is sparsely populated along the way, a bit desolate.

The two masters of discipline are old men from Tianji Sect, they rarely come out to meet people on weekdays, and rarely communicate with any disciples in the sect.

Yan Qinghe came to Siguo Hall alone, opened the door and went in, only to hear the two chilling sounds of "Zheng Zheng" in his ears.

A voice resounded loudly in the large inner hall: "Who is coming?"

Yan Qinghe closed the door unhurriedly, walked to the center of the hall, lifted the hem of his jacket, bent his knees and knelt down straight.

"The head disciple of Tianji Sect is feasting on Qinghe."

His face was still pale and haggard, but his back was straight and his face was calm.

Another voice said, "What did you do?"

Yan Qinghe lowered his eyes, stared at the open space in front of him and pondered for a long time before saying: "Kill."

"Who did you kill, and why did you kill it?" The voice of the question was solemn, like howling the winter wind.

"Innocents."

Yan Qinghe raised his eyes and replied.

As his words fell, a long whip whizzed towards his back with the sound of the wind, and with a "snap", the new clothes that Yan Qinghe had just put on were stained with blood.

Yan Qinghe's kneeling back still stopped, and he endured the next ten long whips without moving.

After the ten lashes were over, the solemn voice asked again: "Where did you kill people, and why did you kill them?"

Sweat dripped from the corner of Yan Qinghe's forehead into his eyes, which made his eyes sting unbearably. He pursed his lips and replied, "In the Three Treasures dream, he killed someone because of his weak heart."

The chilling atmosphere in the main hall paused, and a tired old man said: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, so go back."

Yan Qinghe still knelt in the hall and remained motionless, with a calm face, and said in a flat tone: "I was bewitched by monsters and killed someone, so I should be punished."

The old man said wearily: "Everything in the dream is illusory, don't be blinded by one leaf.

We all know, you go back. "

Yan Qinghe didn't move at all, kneeling on the spot: "Because I fell in love with Xu Ziru, I am willing to stay in my dream for him.

Not bewitched by monsters. "

Two winds whizzed over from behind, and two whips slammed on his back.

Yan Qinghe clenched his hands into fists and pressed them against the ground.

"Since you wake up, do you know your mistake?" someone asked.

Yan Qinghe didn't speak, and the sound of whips behind him became more urgent.

Until his newly changed clothes were completely stained red with blood, someone pushed open the door of the hall of thought.

The rustling of whips stopped.

Yan Qinghe's sweat had already covered his eyes, making him almost unable to see. He saw a person standing indistinctly in front of him, and it took him a long time to discern who the person in front of him was. He called out in a low voice: "Master."

Xu Lingzi had already been notified when he entered the hall, and he heard his last words when he came to the door. He hated it a little. Yan Qinghe is his best disciple, and he never makes any mistakes. Even if he was bewitched by a monster in his dream and killed someone, he would be willing to accept the punishment on his own, but Xu Lingzi didn't expect that he would have an intersection with Xu Ziruo.

Xu Lingzi sighed: "Persisted."

As soon as he finished speaking, two long whips blew from behind Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe couldn't hold it back for a moment, he snorted twice, and then shut up again.

Xu Lingzi asked: "What if I insist on throwing Xu Ziru down the mountain?"

Yan Qinghe said in a hoarse voice: "He hasn't woken up yet, the Nuwa stone should still be somewhere else, no."

Xu Lingzi's voice was very indifferent: "If he stays awake until he dies, Nuwashi will look elsewhere."

Yan Qinghe looked up at Xu Lingzi: "Master taught the disciples to care about the common people in the world, and not to kill any innocent person."

Xu Lingzi said: "What if he doesn't wake up?"

Yan Qinghe said word by word: "He will wake up."

Xu Lingzi remained silent, and a few long whips quickly scraped behind Yan Qinghe.

Yan Qinghe had just woken up, and his energy was low. This time, his whole body was prostrate on the ground, his forehead almost reached the toe of Xu Lingzi's shoe.

Yan Qinghe's palms were full of sweat, and two pools of wet sweat were printed on the ground. His breathing became heavier, his eyes turned black, but he still supported his body and knelt upright again.

"My only mistake was that I was harassed by monsters in my dream, to the point of killing innocent people indiscriminately.

The fault is that I don't care about the world and the common people, and I am willing to stay in the dream with the person I love.

Not bad in love with him. "

he whispered.

The long whip came down on the back twice again, a streak of blood dripped from the corner of Yan Qinghe's mouth, and he pursed his lips.

"Master taught me to love all people in the world since I was a child, why can't I be the only one in love?" he asked.

Xu Lingzi didn't speak.

Another two long whips swung down.

Yan Qinghe paused for a moment and then said: "My mistake was being bewitched by the monster. I wanted him to stay with me in my dream, so that I almost killed him."

Another two long whips were swung down, and the blood on Yan Qinghe's back flowed down his robe to the floor where he was kneeling.

Yan Qinghe propped his palms on the ground and straightened his back: "If Master insists on me loving the common people in the world.

That's only because he is the only one in the world. "

Xu Lingzi seemed to be in a hurry, and with a wave of his robe, he slapped Yan Qinghe's face with a slap.

Yan Qinghe tilted his body to the side, and after a while he straightened back up, eyes downcast and silent.

Xu Lingzi said: "You know you are different from others."

Yan Qinghe raised his eyes to look at Xu Lingzi, he swallowed the bloody taste in his mouth: "Master and my classmates always say that I am different from others, I don't know how I am different from others."

Void Lingzi looked extremely angry.

Yan Qinghe pursed his lips and counted the sound of the whip behind him, and after a hundred whips, he stood up from the ground with a drag, sweating profusely and whispered: "You all say that I am different from others.

But he said that I am no different from others, and I should be the same as others. "

Xu Lingzi was dumb for a moment.

Yan Qinghe bowed in Xu Lingzi's direction and saluted, then bowed to the left and right sides of the main hall, and said softly: "I will come back tomorrow to be punished, so I will retreat first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left Si Guotang with almost staggering steps.

He walked back to his room covered in blood, sat beside Xu Ziru's bed in silence for a while, and stretched out his hand to touch Xu Ziru's neck, his pulse was still beating.

He let out a long breath and hung his head sleepily.

The author says:

Today I feel sore all over, as if I have been punched five hundred times.

It's a little late, sorry hahaha