When Su Jingqian opened his eyes again, three days had passed.

"Master, you're finally awake!" Zishu was overjoyed, and in excitement, he accidentally overturned the water cup on the table.

And he had no time to take care of these at this time, so he walked quickly to the bed and carefully helped Su Jingqian to sit up.

Su Jingqian's face was much moisturized compared to the previous two days, but there was still a little sickly haggard between his eyebrows.

"How long did I sleep?" When he got up, he frowned slightly, and soon returned to normal.

Zishu moved the cushion behind him for him, and replied truthfully: "You slept for three whole days. ”

Zishu answered naturally, but he couldn't be so calm in his heart. The moment Su Jingqian got up, he could feel that his breathing was a little shorter, and there was also a layer of fine cold sweat oozing out of his forehead, although his expression did not change, but Zishu knew that Su Jingqian was not as safe and sound as he seemed.

Ziheng once said that the master's body is not suitable for needles at all, if the needles are forced, they will have to endure the torture of ten thousand beasts devouring their hearts, just like there are thousands of fierce beasts constantly gnawing at the limbs and hundreds of remains, eroding bones and piercing the heart, and the cycle is endless. Especially in the three days after the injection, the pain was especially severe, and the master was afraid that he was forced to endure the severe pain all over his body at this time, and he barely sat up after holding on.

However, when he faced this kind of cone pain that ordinary people could not bear, he only frowned slightly, which made Zishu's heart even more painful, he didn't know that what Su Jingqian had endured in the past was far more torturous than this cone pain, and it was precisely because of this that he had refined this peerless style.

Phoenix Nirvana, reborn from the ashes; The hidden dragon is in the abyss, and Tengbi will be nine days. However, the rise and fall of gains and losses, and the changes of the world, are not to be afraid, watch in silence, and refine your heart in the glitz. Where the heart goes, where the body goes, fearless, can be invincible.

Zishu thought of how Su Jingqian had come to this day step by step over the years, and he was thinking about what to say, but he saw Ziheng walking in with a tray containing a bowl of freshly boiled medicinal soup.

Ziheng bowed to Su Jingqian, handed the tray to him, and said respectfully: "Master, it's time to drink medicine." ”

Su Jingqian nodded, and when he reached out to pick up the medicine bowl, he noticed the pinhole on the back of his hand.

He half-lowered his eyes, stirred the soup in the bowl, and asked lightly, "How much time do I have left?" ”

His voice was hoarse, but it was very flat, and it sounded like he was asking something inconsequential.

Ziheng's eyes flashed, his hands clenched the edge of the tray, and then lowered his head.

Seeing Ziheng's reaction, Su Jingqian didn't say anything more, raised his head and drank the decoction in the bowl.

He put down the medicine bowl and wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief before slowly speaking: "I think I don't have much time left for me to give you needles." ”

"Master......"

Zishu and Ziheng's hearts sank, and the sadness in their eyes was like a bubbling stream, gradually converging into a river, and it could no longer be suppressed and rushed out.

"I have my own body, you don't have to hide it from me, I just ......" Su Jingqian looked out of the window faintly, the jade pot outside the window was hanging high, the moon was like practice, it was so desolate, but in his eyes, there was a little more tenderness, "I just want to know how much time is left." ”

When he said this, there was no wave between his eyebrows and eyes, and he still showed a calm and calm attitude, as if he had already seen the vicissitudes of the world and the withering glory of the years, everything was so natural in his eyes, including life and death.

Ziheng was silent, and finally spoke: "If your subordinates give you an injection every other month, it will probably ......" He choked in his throat, trying his best to control the emotions in his voice, "I can probably drag it out...... Three or five years ......"

Speaking of the back, he still couldn't help choking up.

"Three or five years ......" Su Jingqian repeated in a low voice, then hooked his lips and sighed with a smile: "It should be enough." ”

When Zishu heard this, he suddenly felt sour and unbearable in his heart, and an irrepressible grief flowed upstream, pouring into his eyes, but he didn't dare to pour out, so he could only lower his head and let it swirl in his eyes, blurring his vision.

Ziheng's eyebrows tightened, he swallowed a sour throat, hesitated for a moment, and then expressed the worry in his heart: "However, every time you apply the needle, your body will suffer a great pain impact, and this pain is more intense each time, and it is not something that ordinary people can bear at all...... Moreover, in the days after the injection, your mood will become extremely restless and unstable, and sometimes you will even lose control of the killing intent in your heart. ”

Su Jingqian looked out the window quietly, his eyes were dark and indistinguishable, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly chuckled: "Well, I'm not a good person, since my hands have already been stained with blood, why not let it dye it more." ”

His words sounded cruel and ruthless, but Zishu and Ziheng felt a deep sadness from them.

He often said that he was not a good person, and his hands were stained with countless blood, but they all knew that under his seemingly ruthless style, he was still sticking to his inner principles and bottom line. If he could, who wouldn't want to be a gentleman in white and unstained with dust, but standing in this position, he could not tolerate a trace of soft-heartedness, if he was merciful, he would not live today, and what would fall with him would be a country of flesh and blood.

Su Jingqian slowly retracted his gaze, glanced at Zishu, who was silent, and ordered: "Zishu, go and call Ziyu over, I have something to ask him." ”

Zishu endured the sourness in his eyes, responded with his chin bowed, and turned around and walked out, for fear that Su Jingqian would find out what was strange in his eyes.

As soon as he went out, the sadness in Zishu's heart could not be suppressed, he leaned against the wall, his eyes closed slightly, and let the sadness slip silently from the corners of his eyes.

He slowed down for a long time before he finally calmed himself down, but when he opened his eyes, he saw Ziyu standing around the corner, looking at him with red eyes.

Several of them have grown up together since childhood, Ziyu has always been the most calm and introverted among them, no matter what he has experienced and how much he has suffered, Zishu has never seen him cry, nor has he ever seen him so sad as at this time.

Seeing Ziyu's appearance, presumably when Fang Cai Ziheng was decocting the medicine, he had already confessed his master's illness to him, and Zishu didn't know what to say to comfort him or comfort himself for a while.

The two of them stood there like this, looking at each other with reddened eyes, neither of them spoke, but the grief in their eyes was self-evident.

Several of them are abandoned babies, and since they can remember, they have lived a life of being poorly clothed and hungry, and most of the time they even have to compete with wild dogs for food, and there is hardly a piece of intact place on their bodies. Fortunately, the master took pity on them and brought them back to the palace, otherwise they would have starved to death in all corners and alleys. The master not only taught them to read and write, but also taught them to strengthen their bodies and practice martial arts, and taught them a skill, so that they became a useful person.

Their life is given by the master, they don't dare to ask for anything, they are only willing to spend the rest of their lives to repay the master's regeneration grace, but how can they expect that the world is always impermanent, and the time limit for repaying the favor is only three or five years left in the blink of an eye, how can they be calm, and how can they face it calmly?