Ye Qing considered that the two generals of the West Mountain Camp, Heng and Ha, would not listen to her explanation. In addition, they had a personal grudge against Yan Li. Maybe they would be caught as spies. Then the news of the Flame Worship Festival would not reach Zhang Zhidong's ears.
Of course, there was another concern. If the news was leaked, it would cause panic. A girl's mind was always more delicate.
So she spent a lot of effort to climb over a mountain peak between the Taganla Mountains and the West Mountain Camp. Then she went straight to Rong City.
She even gave up bathing and went straight to the Marshal's Mansion.
She was an impatient person. At this critical moment, she did not have the mood to wait for the news. So she directly climbed over the wall and went to the bamboo courtyard where Zhang Zhidong lived.
It was quiet in the courtyard.
"Marshal, Old Marshal Zhang, are you there?" Ye Qing shouted.
But no one answered.
Ye Qing pushed the door of the bamboo house open. She walked to the outer room. There was only a tea set on the ground. She did not see anyone. She looked at the inner room. She walked to the door of the inner room and poked her head in. She found that it was an elegantly decorated study.
She guessed that this was where Zhang Zhidong usually came up with strategies. But she still did not see Zhang Zhidong.
She wanted to leave and look elsewhere. Suddenly, her eyes were attracted by a painting. The painting was hanging on the opposite side of the desk. When the master of the study sat there, he could see it when he looked up.
She was not attracted by the content of the painting at first, but the painting was tilted to one side.
Although she grew up in a family like that, she did not lack the ability to appreciate and distinguish.
Compared to ordinary people, her ability to appreciate was already at the level of a master. So she only took one look and exclaimed, "Wuling Painting!"
If there was anything in the world that was as valuable as a treasure, Master Pu's painting must be one of them.
Among Master Pu's few paintings, the "Wu Ling Painting" was the most collectible painting, because it was a panoramic view of Yong Ling, the huge and majestic Yong Ling city was all in one painting, the brush strokes were bold and delicate, unparalleled in both ancient and modern times.
Such a famous painting was actually hung askew, and the person who hung it was Old Marshal Zhang. It was simply inconceivable.
Ye Qing could not stand it any longer, so she walked over and tried to straighten the painting. However, she caught a glimpse of a hidden compartment where the painting was crooked. Curious, she lifted the painting and opened the hidden compartment. She saw a book with a dark yellow cover inside. She reached out to wipe away the dust and saw the words "Heaven Hurting Fist" written on it.
Then her face suddenly paled.
"That's Huo Xiu's fist manual." A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Ye Qing was so scared that she turned around and said, "Marshal Zhang, Marshal Zhang, you scared me to death … Listen to me, the Flame Worship Festival, the Desolate Men are going to hold the Flame Worship Festival …"
Zhang Zhidong was still dressed like an old farmer, with a gentle smile on his face as he said, "I know."
"You know?" Ye Qing stammered.
Zhang Zhidong smiled and said, "Do you like the fist manual?"
Ye Qing hurriedly let go as if her hand was scalded, and the fist manual fell to the ground.
"I, I don't know, is, is this also a technique … I don't know any fist techniques, please keep it … I'm sorry, I didn't mean to …"
Zhang Zhidong's hand turned into a palm blade and suddenly waved out like lightning.
"Ugh!" Ye Qing suddenly groaned, her beautiful eyes widened, and her hands tightly covered her neck. Traces of blood flowed out from between her fingers. She made two "Ugh" sounds, but in the end, she could not say anything. Her beautiful eyes were already lifeless.
Zhang Zhidong walked over to pick up the fist manual, patted it lightly, and said calmly, "Don't touch it if you don't like it."
…
Cold, suffocating, terrified.
His chest was pierced by a sword, and the pain made him tremble. Then, cold water entered his mouth and nose, and his limbs were numb and unable to move. He kept sinking.
"Save him, save him …"
"Princess, he's dead, even if we save him, he won't be able to live. If we don't go back now, the Emperor will blame us, I can't afford it …"
"No, don't, quickly save him …"
"I'm sorry for offending you."
The cries gradually faded.
His consciousness gradually became silent, about to return to nothingness.
Nothingness meant that there was nothing at all.
But suddenly, there was a warm hand, accompanied by an anxious call, "Fan 'er, Fan' er, Fan 'er …"
"Mother!" Yan Li grabbed that hand, "Mother, I miss you so much …"
"Yan Li, you're too presumptuous, quickly let go of me …"
"Let go!"
Yan Li suddenly opened his eyes, and the strong feeling of fullness made him vomit uncontrollably. He did not know how much he had drunk from falling into the water, but he vomited for a long time before he felt a little better.
Then, he realized that he was grabbing someone else's hand, a woman's hand, slender and long, flawless, smooth and exquisite, and he would never get tired of looking at it. He simply wanted to keep grabbing it like this.
Then, he looked up and saw Ji Zhiyuan's angry face. Although she pretended to be calm, there was a trace of embarrassment in her beautiful eyes that could not be concealed.
"You still won't let go!" She glared at him.
Yan Li released his hand subconsciously, and his gaze shifted downwards in a daze. He could not help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.
It turned out that Ji Zhiyuan's whole body was wet, and her thin clothes stuck to her smooth and round skin, showing off her exquisite curves. There was not a trace of excess fat on her body, and every inch of her was just right and exquisite. There was not a single part of her that was not beautiful enough to make one's heart palpitate.
Ji Zhiyuan suddenly realized something, and frowned. She waved her sleeve, covering the most attractive part of her body, and said, "Since you're already awake, take care of yourself!"
With that, she turned around and left.
Yan Li waited until he could not see her back before he reluctantly retracted his gaze, and began to size up the environment where he was.
Naturally, there was a large pool in front of him. The waterfall that flowed three thousand feet straight down landed on the pool with a loud rumble, like a flower that kept blooming. Surrounding him was a huge ring-shaped valley, and on the shore was a stone beach. He lay against a wet and slippery stone wall. Due to the shape of the bottom of the stone wall, there was an inward arc, forming a natural shelter. It looked like a cave that was not very deep.
The most important thing at the moment was, of course, to restore his vitality.
He immediately sat cross-legged and entered a deep level of visualization. First, he observed the injuries in his body, and found that after the strange force was emptied, his injuries no longer worsened. He believed that after resting for ten days to half a month, he would be completely healed.
The vitality in this place was particularly active, and the speed of recovery was faster than usual. In less than an hour, he opened his eyes in high spirits.
At this time, the orange sunset was slowly disappearing, and the sky was also darkening.
Yan Li walked out of the cave, and looked around, but did not find a way out. The upper reaches of the waterfall and the waterfall were the same mountain, and the mountain on the shore was closely connected to the waterfall. It was like the work of the gods, without a single gap.
Naturally, there was a river downstream, and it was more turbulent than the top of the waterfall. The two mountains continued downwards, and there was no end in sight.
There were no plants in this valley, and the stone walls on both sides of the river were so smooth that they could be used as mirrors. Not to mention humans, even apes would not be able to climb here.
Suddenly, Yan Li noticed the fire. He walked over and saw Ji Zhiyuan sitting in front of a fire, roasting a fish.
"Where did you get the firewood?" He walked over and sat by the fire, and asked curiously.
Ji Zhiyuan pointed to the riverbank not far from him, and there were some debris on it. It should have been washed down from above, and survived on the riverbank.
"I didn't know that you could catch fish," Yan Li said with a smile, and found that he was a little hungry.
"I caught it from you when I saved you," Ji Zhiyuan said.
"Oh?" Yan Li said, "I didn't know that my charm is so great that even fish can't resist it."
Ji Zhiyuan turned his head and glanced at him, with a mischievous look, and said, "Yes, when I found it, it was biting your mouth and not letting go."
"What!" Yan Li almost jumped up, and hurriedly wiped his mouth, and then retched.
"I'm kidding." Ji Zhiyuan tried to hold back his laughter.
Yan Li couldn't help but feel relieved, thinking about kissing a fish, it was simply unbearable, "Then where did it bite me?"
Ji Zhiyuan blushed, and said, "I'm not telling you."
Yan Li was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "Why did you jump down to save me?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "If I didn't come down, you would have died."
Yan Li said, "You don't want me to die?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I don't like to see people being too proud."
Yan Li suddenly moved his butt, sat side by side with her, and looked at her with his deep and bright eyes, "So what you said that night, was just to force me to leave, because you knew that Tang Sanghua was going to harm me?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I don't know."
Yan Li said, "How can you not know?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "I thought she would at most give you a little pain, or give you a Gu, but I didn't expect that she would want you to die."
Yan Li sighed, "I don't know either."
He suddenly smiled again, and said, "So I can't deny that you are thinking about me." He moved again, and stood side by side with her, like a loving couple.
Ji Zhiyuan didn't move, nor did she speak.
Yan Li's heart moved, and he reached out to hold her waist, and whispered in her ear, "You know that this is a hopeless situation, but you still jumped down to save me. What if you really can't get out?"
Ji Zhiyuan suddenly turned his head to stare at him, and said, "This question, is also what I wanted to ask you."
Her eyes were like a cluster of crystals, beautiful and transparent.
As if there was a strange gentleness, it shot into the depths of Yan Li's heart. His whole body trembled, and suddenly he slowly loosened his hand.
At this time, the sky completely disappeared, and the world was only left with the light of the bonfire.
Yan Li looked at the bonfire, and the reflection of the fire in his eyes became more and more turbulent. The monstrous hatred and the strange gentleness, intertwined, seemed to be lingering, but in fact, they were like water and fire, and there will be a time when one side will devour the other.
Struggle! Hesitation! Indecision!
When the fire was completely extinguished, it also seemed to indicate one side's victory.
The world was being ruled by darkness.
Yan Li said, "Do you still remember the bet at Xishan camp?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Ask."
Yan Li quietly looked at her, "If the parents of the person you love the most killed your parents, will you forgive them?"
Ji Zhiyuan said, "No."
Yan Li said, "Tomorrow we will find the way."
"En," Ji Zhiyuan answered, and then stood up, walked to the other side, and lay down with his back facing Yan Li.
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