Jingyang was carried into the carriage by Lu Wuqin.

It's already November, and the autumn tiger is all that remains, and winter is coming soon, but the city of Hanyi still shows no signs of cooling, and it is as full of the smell of early summer as ever.

The carriage was extremely cool, a basin of ice was placed in it to cool down, and the color style was also a pleasant blue, and the cushioning was soft brocade cotton.

Lying on the brocade cotton, Jing Yang's back full of wounds finally relaxed, the black cloth in front of him was slowly uncovered, and after a blur of time transformation, the first thing he saw was the face of Tang Huan sitting beside him.

After looking at the blood and pain for so long, he had never felt that her face was so good-looking.

"Your face is not good-looking. Jing Yang said expressionlessly.

Tang Huan's expression was very careful, and his voice was also very careful, as if he was worried about smashing Jingyang, who was as fragile as a piece of paper, and said lightly: "Hmm." ”

Jingyang coughed, feeling that his nasal cavity seemed to be bursting, and it took a long time to recover, Tang Huan hurriedly and thoughtfully injected vitality into his body to help him stabilize his physical condition.

"Thank you. He smiled.

Tang Huan shook his head, the green silk of his sideburns shook like a wicker, and sent a pill into Jing Yang's mouth, and Jing Yang swallowed it very cooperatively.

"This pill won't help your injuries, but it can be eased. ”

Jingyang bowed slightly, turned his head to look at the roof of the carriage, on which there was a cluster of beautifully embroidered moon seasons, blooming on a white background.

Lu Wuqin and Huang Xuemei were talking about something outside the carriage, Jingyang couldn't hear it clearly, their ears were so inflated, and everything was buzzing.

After months of unrest, his body and mind finally relaxed unguardedly, and the sleepiness that had been precipitated for months hit him like a tidal wave, and he only felt that he was getting more and more tired, and soon he was so tired that he could not move. Originally, there were a lot of things I wanted to say, but I didn't open anything, looking at Tang Huan's thin and pretty face, and the plain hand on his forehead, he fell asleep.

In a daze, it seemed that the carriage was shaking, and it was getting farther and farther away from this prison.

"Sleep. Tang Huan gently stroked his face, "It's all over." ”

Yi Weijie, dressed in black, stood on the wall of the tall mountain of the prison prison, his face looked somewhat haggard like a ghost in the sun, and he silently watched the two carriages go away, buried in the forest, and his thick eyebrows were lined up like guillotines. There were no jailers around, and all the jailers kept a certain distance from him, because he had a strong evil aura on him, and he looked down on anyone here from afar.

There is never a shortage of hatred and resentment in this world, and the web woven between people will make these hatreds and resentments constantly change, become bigger, or become nothing. The reason why Yi Weijie and Jingyang, who have no grievances and no hatred, have such hatred about life and death, is somewhat naïve to look at it back to its roots, but this is the case, big hatred often originates from small hatred.

"Big hatred originates from small hatred. Yi Weijie looked sideways at Su Zhou, the head of the Dark Martial Supervisor, thought of this, and said slowly.

Su Zhou bowed his head slightly, and said, "Hmm." ”

"So my consistent rule of conduct is not to give a small hatred a chance to turn into a big hatred, but to wipe out the sprouts at the beginning. Yi Weijie's leather armor hand suddenly clenched, and there was a sound of broken skin.

"My brother is so incompetent, if I had been asked to deal with these things from the beginning, if I had known from the beginning that he was the boy standing in the room that night, there would have been no future at all. ”

Su Zhou didn't dare to reply.

No matter how you say it, you are just venting your helplessness, there are too many tragedies in this world, so there are naturally many sentimental people, the people of Jiujianmen hate Yi Weijie for dealing with Jingyang, and Yi Weijie naturally hates Jingyang for killing his younger brother.

These grudges can't tell who is right and who is wrong, from the moment the feud is formed, both sides are doomed to be the loser, but it is still necessary to see who will fail completely.

"Prison Chief...... Condolences. Su Zhou bowed.

Yi Weijie said: "Gongyi Caiyao sent me a message yesterday and asked me to go to the north, ostensibly to do his job, but he was worried that I had done something radical, but unfortunately he was purely worried, and the Nine Swords Gate could be reluctant for a while, how could I Yi Weijie not do it?"

Su Zhou was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "The head of the prison is Mingjian." ”

The carriage had completely disappeared from view, and Yi Weijie did not stop any longer, turned around, and left the wall.

"Peng Sishou is seriously injured, the head of the prison, should we go and see. Feeling that his mood had stabilized a little, Su Zhou asked cautiously.

Yi Weijie snorted coldly, with a hint of sharpness in the corners of his eyes, "Who cares if he lives or dies?"

……

The Nine Swords Gate bowed its head, the Shenwu Emperor approached the Vermilion Bird Gate, and as soon as the Nine Swords Gate armor was released from prison, this series of things broke out in an instant in Hanyi City, which had been calm for several months, and set off a boom in the city again.

It's just that for Huang Xuemei and Lu Wuqin, it's something that has nothing to do with them.

In the past few months, Lu Wuqin has demolished a lot of Li Ruosi's underground workshops, destroyed many of Li Ruosi's underground forces, Huang Xuemei seriously injured Peng Jiuling, and the battle between the two parties has come to an end, which will calm down for a long time.

When people were anxious to see the Nine Swords Armor after being released from prison, they found that the Nine Swords Door Armor had disappeared and left Han Yi, and some regretful voices appeared for a while.

……

Jing Yang groaned in pain, the silver needles in the prison, the snake whips applied to his body, and the hideous faces roared wildly towards his face.

Then a warm and gentle touch was placed on his forehead, dispelling it all.

The sharp edge of his eyebrows dissipated little by little, and his eyes slowly opened.

What he saw was still Tang Huan.

The candle flame flickered, and the face outlined by the red light looked much more ruddy and attractive than before.

Seeing him wake up, the iceberg woman's eyes jumped with joy, and she said in surprise: "Awake?"

"Water ......"

Tang Huan hurriedly brought the kettle to his mouth, half-helped him up, and fed him water.

After half a pot, Jingyang let go of his mouth and slowly lay back.

"Be careful. ”

The feeling of thirst dissipated, and Jingyang felt a lot better, "I...... How long was in a coma. "When I tried to get up on my own, I found that I didn't have any strength, and when I moved, I still felt a heart-piercing pain.

"Don't move. Tang Huan hurriedly pressed his shoulder, "You have been in a coma for seven days." ”

"Seven days?" Jing Yang closed his eyes weakly, dizzy, "It seems that the last time I was in a coma, it was also seven days." ”

"It's rare that you can still think about that. Her voice was still flat and cold, but there was a rare smile on her face.

Jingyang smiled and said, "The number of comas in this life seems to be all going to be used up this year." ”

"I'll go get you something to eat. Tang Huan got out of the carriage.

The curtain on the carriage window shook slightly, revealing the stars in the night sky outside, and there seemed to be a bonfire outside the carriage, and the shaking fire flickered so that the oil trees were about to burn. On a quiet summer night, his mood was also cold and quiet. Coming out of hell, he felt that everything was so warm and gentle now, and the corners of his mouth naturally brought a slight satisfaction.

As if knowing that he had woken up, there was some commotion outside the carriage, and he heard Huang Xuemei's voice, and then the master, who was close to being confused but still had the flavor of cardamom, walked quickly into the carriage.

"Master. Jingyang smiled.

"Don't speak. Huang Xuemei sat beside him and cut his pulse.

Huang Xuemei's eyes looked out the window, and her thoughts were injected into his pulse, and she pondered for a moment, worrying: "It has stabilized a lot, and the toxins remaining in the body have basically been cleared, but these various injuries are healed, even if there is an elixir to recuperate, it will take half a year." ”

Jingyang looked at Lu Wuqin, who appeared at the entrance of the carriage.

Lu Wuqin looked at him and said, "Since what is needed is only time, then it is much easier to solve, my disciple is really not a horseman." ”

Jingyang laughed.

"Ahem, ahem!"

"Don't move. Huang Xuemei frowned slightly, and pointed her finger at his dantian.

Jingyang was as obedient as a cat, quietly watching everything his master did, and didn't say anything, but his heart was full of warmth.

"Cultivation has no effect, but it has delayed a lot of progress, and it will take half a year to resume cultivation, and you won't be able to fight for half a year. Huang Xuemei withdrew her hand, and she didn't know whether she was worried or relieved.

"Talent is there, comprehension is there, and it's only a matter of time before you catch up with the rest of us. Lu Wuqin is not worried about this.

"I don't know if it's a matter of time?" Huang Xuemei glared angrily.

Lu Wuqin was stunned and didn't dare to answer, so he could only shake his head and say, "I'm just comforting." ”

"Comforting, I didn't have time to settle accounts with you before, but now I can settle accounts with you, you escorted my disciple to the prison of the Supervision Division, how did you do your duty?

Lu Wuqin said: "Isn't it also my disciple?"

"What about your disciple? I only know that he is my only personal disciple. Let me tell you Lu Wuqin, don't think that if you are a junior brother, I will not trouble you because of my feelings!"

Lu Wuqin bowed deeply, "Senior brother knows his mistakes. ”

Jing Yang smiled and looked at the laughter and scolding of his two masters.

Huang Xuemei turned her head and looked at Jingyang, her expression became gentle again.

"It's a futile mistake. Jingyang followed and said, "Let the master worry." ”

Huang Xuemei gently tapped his face with her fingers and said, "It's okay." ”

"Zongmen, is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine, just waiting for you. Lu Wuqin said.

Jing Yang bowed his head slightly, "It doesn't matter if you don't practice for half a year, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if you don't fight, you've been fighting and practicing all this time, and it's not a good thing to have a good rest." ”

Huang Xuemei knew that this strong disciple was saying something to comfort herself, so she didn't pierce it, just smiled and nodded.

Tang Huan took a piece of thin cake wrapped in oiled paper in his hand and entered the carriage.

"I'll get you some good food tomorrow, that's all there is for now. Tang Huan said apologetically.

Tang Huan's fingers gently twisted the pancake, carefully shredded it into small pieces, and sent it into his mouth. In Huang Xuemei's view, this scene is particularly warm.

"Where are we?" Jingyang swallowed the pancake.

Tang Huan said: "In the southern suburbs outside Hanyi City. ”

"We didn't leave Hanyi City?" he said in surprise.

Huang Xuemei shook her head and said, "I don't know when you will wake up, I am worried that the bumps in the road will affect your rest, so I decided to wait for you to wake up before leaving, in addition, some things may require you to do goodbye." ”

Huang Xuemei's tone was a little wrong.

"Farewell?"

Jingyang glanced at Tang Huan and then at Lu Wuqin.

"What do you mean?"

They didn't reply, but for some reason, he felt a little pain in his heart.