Darkness and light were like parallel lines that never intersected, one chasing the other endlessly.
But in this space of nothingness, darkness or light had already lost its meaning. Nothingness meant that there was nothing, including darkness and light.
There was a gap in the nothingness, which seemed to be another world.
Drip!
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of a drop of water was suddenly heard.
It was as if a drop of water had penetrated the nothingness, revealing another hole, revealing another world.
The outside world was also a dreamy bubble, otherwise how could there be such a beautiful scene.
Peach blossoms, peach blossoms filled the sky, and each petal was like a butterfly wandering among the flowers. Their dance was so gentle, as if they were singing for the resurrection of all living things. If one listened carefully, it was like a flowing movement, with each note flying up and down, rising and falling, but with an indescribable cadence that was pleasing to the ear and moving the heart.
Each peach blossom seemed to carry infinite longing.
Under the peach tree, a little boy was crying.
"It's you, why are you crying?" a little girl walked over and said.
The boy looked up, quickly stopped crying, but didn't say anything.
"Why don't you say anything?" the little girl sat down next to him.
"I don't want to say," the boy said.
"Why don't you want to say?" the little girl persisted, "Do you hate me?"
"No, no," the boy said embarrassedly, "My mother said that crying in front of girls is very embarrassing."
"Then why are you crying?" the girl said.
"My hands hurt, my fingers hurt," the boy said.
"You're so stupid, aren't fingers your hands? Is it your hands that hurt or your fingers that hurt?" the girl said.
"My hands hurt, my fingers hurt," the boy repeated embarrassedly, then thought for a moment, and took out his hands that were hidden in his wide sleeves.
His ten fingers were swollen to varying degrees, and his right palm was even more scarred.
"What's wrong with you!" the girl couldn't help but exclaim, "Did someone hit you?"
The boy shook his head, "I practice swordsmanship and zither."
"Do you like swordsmanship and zither?" the girl asked.
"No," the boy shook his head.
The girl asked, "Then why do you practice?"
The boy said proudly, "My mother said that making something I don't like into music is the greatest skill."
"Your mother is right." The girl said with a smile, and then held the boy's hand. "My Imperial Mother said that the pain will fly away if you blow it. I'll blow it for you, and it won't hurt anymore."
As he spoke, he lightly blew on it twice.
Soft hands, gentle wind.
The boy blushed and said shyly, "Alright, it really doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you. "
The girl smiled happily. "By the way, I forgot to tell you last time. My name is Zhiyuan. What's your name?"
"My, my name is …" The boy was about to speak but was interrupted by a shout.
"Paper kite, paper kite …"
"Mother is calling me, I should go back." The girl stood up and ran a few steps. She turned around and waved at the boy, smiling like a flower. "If we meet again, tell me again."
The boy looked at the girl's back and smiled foolishly. "Paper kite, paper kite …"
…
"Paper Kite …"
"Paper Kite …"
Yan Li mumbled unconsciously. His throat was dry and his body was hot, as if he was being roasted on a stove.
It was as if his blood was going to evaporate. The increasingly strong sense of dehydration pulled his consciousness out of the darkness. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that his body was tied to an iron plate. Below him was a furnace used for forging iron. The bellows were making "puff puff puff" sounds. An old woman with wrinkled skin and white hair was standing next to him and observing him. Her eyes were shining with green light.
If she had a condiment jar in her hand, she would look like a cannibalistic old hag.
"Don't move if you don't want to die." Granny Passion Flower said emotionlessly, as if she was not facing a person, but a piece of roasted meat.
If not for the fact that he was aware of his body's condition, Yan Li would have killed someone already.
He knew that he was poisoned, but he did not know what poison it was.
Even if he knew what poison it was, there was nothing he could do.
"The fact that you can regain consciousness means that this method is effective, but don't be too optimistic." Granny Passion Flower said coldly, "The Underworld Scorpion's poison is famous for being insidious and overbearing. If the steaming method doesn't evaporate your blood, the poison will relapse. You might not be so lucky next time."
She was really going to evaporate his blood!
Yan Li struggled to speak, "If my blood is dried … how am I going to live …"
"If it wasn't for me, you would definitely die. Now shut up and stop disturbing me." Granny Passion Flower said impatiently. As she spoke, she began to circulate the acupoints on Yan Li's body.
As Yan Li's consciousness became clearer, he realized that he was not really being roasted. There was indeed a metal plate beneath him, but it was covered with a layer of something that looked like a precious artifact. It was extremely soft, and whenever the temperature was high enough to roast meat, this thing would block the heat and restore the meat to its original state. The process would repeat itself.
His body was on the verge of being roasted and then cooled down. Being conscious was even more unbearable than being tortured.
"Now you know the benefits of this thing." Mistress Wen did not want Yan Li to speak, but she did not stop talking.
"What is this?" Yan Li could not help but ask.
"A top-grade snow mountain silk produced by the Cloud Pavilion." Mistress Wen said with a face full of jealousy, "I have never worn clothes made of snow mountain silk in my entire life. You're lucky to have used it to cure poison."
"Thank you for giving it to me …" What else could Yan Li say?
"Do you think it's mine?" Mistress Wen said calmly, "I don't need favors. If you want to thank someone, thank the person who lent it to you. If it wasn't for the snow mountain silk, the fire treatment would have to be boiled in water, and the process would be extremely long. You could have died during the treatment."
"Who is that person?" Yan Li asked.
"Xie Yunfeng." Mistress Wen said.
Yan Li was stunned. After thinking for a long time, he finally remembered, "It's him!"
Xie Yunfeng had come just after the day's poison treatment.
"Brother Yan Li, long time no see. How have you been?" It seemed like a routine greeting.
Yan Li rolled his eyes and said, "Just look at me and you'll know."
Xie Yunfeng smiled and said, "It's because I know that I sent the snow mountain silk."
"How did you know?" Yan Li asked, "Could it be that the Heavenly Policy Tower is so well-informed?"
"No, no, no. I just happened to be in the Wizard Trail of Oz. Yesterday, I met Miss Zhi Yuan. She told me," Xie Yunfeng said.
"So it's her." Yan Li's heart warmed.
"We've only met once. I only learned your name and identity from Zhuge Xiaoshan later." He continued, "I can't think of any reason why you must help me."
"I just want to ask for a favor from Brother Yan," Xie Yunfeng said.
"What are you going to do with this favor?" Yan Li asked.
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