Lan Qiao dragged Feng Yeling to the stone bank. Seeing that she was still unconscious, he helped her sit upright and used his true energy to force out the water accumulated in her stomach. After spitting out three large volumes of saliva, Feng Yeling

Only then did he wake up slowly.

This seems to be a completely enclosed cave in the heart of the mountain. There is no way out except for a few cracks the size of mice. Half of the cave is a dark lake formed by the waterway when you entered, and the other half is a hard rocky ground. Through the night pearl, it is dark.

In the light, we can see that the walls inside the cave are uneven and the stalactites on the roof of the cave hang upside down like sharp swords.

"Where is this?" Feng Yeling leaned on Lan Qiao's shoulder and asked feebly, "I'm in the underworld now."

"Although we have not reached the underworld, it is not far away." Lan Qiao explained their current situation with a wry smile and said, "We should be trapped in the middle of the mountain now. The waterway in is the only way, but it is blocked by huge rocks.

It’s blocked from the outside and we can’t get out.”

"We can't get out." Feng Yeling struggled and twisted, and then said, "We are buried alive in the mountains."

"If the best is to be said, we have saved our lives." Lan Qiao said with force, "Like many legendary stories, we were harmed by the traitor, but in the end we were not taken advantage of by the traitor. Although we fell off the cliff

, but survived, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"How can there be such a coincidence in the world?" Feng Yeling shook his head and said, "Everything you take advantage of God must be paid back in the end, so you see, although we didn't fall to death, we are still about to starve to death."

Lan Qiao recalled what had just happened on the cliff, his old face turned red and he said, "I'm sorry for the opportunity that the eldest lady created for me, but I lost to that Zhang Zhongjie again. I really feel sorry for it"

Feng Yeling stopped him and said, "You don't have to blame yourself for this. In that situation, even my brother might not be able to win. What's more, how can a person's good or bad qualities be judged based on their martial arts skills?"

Lan Qiao knew that she was comforting him, but he still couldn't let go. "Later, Zhu Xuan came over to beat me. Why did the eldest lady protect me in front of me?"

Feng Yeling smiled nonchalantly and said, "Didn't you come down too? You're going to die anyway. It doesn't matter who comes first and who comes last. It's better than being humiliated and tortured by these two traitors."

"It is said that beauties have a bad fate." Lan Qiao sighed and squeezed out a smile. "I think I am also good at telling fortunes. Not only can I have a peaceful life before my death, but I can also be buried in the same cave as the most beautiful woman in the world. I should

Happiness is."

Feng Yeling smiled when she heard this, covered her mouth and said with a smile, "Who is the most beautiful woman in the world? Brother Chu, stop making fun of me."

She was not seriously injured. After sitting for a while, she regained some strength. She took Lanqiao's Night Sky Sword, illuminated it with night pearls, stood up and turned around. After confirming that there was no other exit, she sat down helplessly again and said quietly, "Although we are not here,

With food to eat and water to drink at least, I can survive for seven or eight days. If I can catch two lost and trapped fish in the waterway, I might be able to live for a few more days. Alas, I can survive before death.

Tasting Brother Chu’s craftsmanship will make your life worthwhile.”

When Feng Yeling heard that Lan Qiao didn't respond, she suddenly panicked and called out again, "Brother Chu"

No response yet.

Feng Yeling hurriedly went over to take a look, only to see that Lan Qiao had been seriously injured and passed out unconsciously. He was stabbed thirteen times by Zhang Zhongjie. Although they were all external injuries, he lost a lot of blood. In addition, he later fought with Zhu Xuan, and also lost a lot of blood.

He tried his best to drag Feng Yeling into the cave and wake her up in the waterway, but by now he could no longer hold on.

"Brother Chu" Feng Yeling quickly rolled up the corners of her skirt, then with a little force, tore the skirt into more than a dozen strips of cloth. She sat next to Lan Qiao and carefully bandaged his wounds. Lan Qiao had many wounds, and Feng Yeling was stunned.

It took more than an hour to finish the bandaging, only Lan Qiao was wrapped like a rice dumpling. I don’t know how long it took, but Lan Qiao slowly recovered.

As soon as Lan Qiao opened his eyes, he saw Feng Yeling sitting quietly beside him with his chin on his head. Not knowing whether he was awake or asleep, he softly called "Miss"

Feng Yeling's delicate body trembled and she said joyfully, "Now that you've woken up, you've reached this point. Stop calling me eldest lady. Call me Ling'er." When she said this, she smiled coyly and stared at the calm eyes.

The water surface was stunned.

"Ling'er." Lan Qiao called out, feeling inexplicably closer to Feng Yeling. He noticed that he was wrapped in cloth strips, and saw Feng Yeling's bare legs as clear as jade, and couldn't help but

Touched and said, "Thank you Ling'er for treating my wound."

Feng Yeling saw him staring at her legs with burning eyes, and couldn't help but feel even more shy. She lowered her head and whispered, "Brother Chu was injured to save others. It is my duty to help you treat the wound."

"Alas." Lan Qiao sighed, "It's a pity that your father was not found in the end, and I don't know what's going on in the mountain city."

"We can't care about that much anymore." Feng Yeling said softly, "Now it's hard to say whether we can get out or not, so we don't have the energy to think about things outside."

"You can get out if you can," Lan Qiao said stubbornly, "Even if there is no other exit in this cave, there might be one under the water. I'll go take a look." With that, he picked up Feng Yeling and put it aside.

The stars set in the night.

Feng Yeling was worried and said, "But your injury"

"It doesn't matter." Lan Qiao forcefully took off the luminous pearl inlaid on the hilt of the sword and put it in his mouth, then hung the sword on his waist and jumped into the water.

It was extremely cold weather with violent storms and snow outside the mountain, and the waterway was also very cold. Lan Qiao had to use luck to protect himself from being frozen by the ice water. He had a rough impression of the length of the waterway, so he did not

Panicked, I used the light of the night pearl to carefully examine the walls of the waterway, but I didn't find any side roads until I swam back to the entrance of the waterway.

The entrance to the waterway was as tall as a person, but it was tightly blocked by a huge stone. He guessed that Zhang Zhongjie was afraid that they would fall off the cliff and deliberately kick a stone to hit him. Lan Qiao used his sword to chop at the stone several times.

Since the resistance in the water could only leave an inch-deep mark, we had no choice but to return.

Lan Qiao had been there for nearly a quarter of an hour. Feng Yeling waited impatiently in the cave. As soon as Lan Qiao emerged from the water, she immediately walked over and said, "How are you doing?"

"There is no other exit." Lan Qiao swam back to the shore, feeling a tearing pain from the wounds all over his body, and lay down on the shore to rest.

"They say don't force yourself, people will feel bad if you do this." Feng Yeling squatted beside him with concern and said, "Get some rest first."

Lan Qiao saw Feng Yeling's ankles along her jade legs, and also saw the shackles on her feet. He couldn't help but struggled to sit up and said, "I almost forgot, I'll take off your shackles first."

Feng Yeling pressed Lan Qiao's shoulders and said, "Don't worry, the shackles don't have much impact on me now. You'd better save your energy first."

Lan Qiao stared at the dark shackles, then looked up at Feng Yeling's pretty face, and suddenly said, "Although I didn't find an exit, I thought of a way."

Feng Yeling's eyes lit up and she said, "What can I do?"

Lan Qiao said calmly, "It's a stupid idea."

Feng Yeling gave him a half-smiling look and said, "Don't you want to use this sword to cut a gap bit by bit to get out?"

Lan Qiao said seriously, "A trickle of water can form an abyss, and a drop of water can penetrate a stone. This sword is so sharp. Although the method is stupid, it is not worth trying."

Feng Yeling said puzzledly, "Not to mention that this waterway is freezing cold to the bone. Just because of the length of this waterway, if you hold your breath and go back and forth, there is only enough space for you to cut a few times. In this way, you can cut stones to build a road inch by inch.

How many days will it take to open a gap?”

"But we have no choice." Lan Qiao spoke in a very calm tone, but with an unquestionable firmness, "other than waiting to die."

Feng Yeling was speechless.

Except for the faint light of the night pearl, there was complete darkness in the cave. Ever since Lan Qiao made up his mind to cut stones to build a road, he fell into a state of near madness. He traveled back and forth between the entrance of the waterway and the cave day and night, every quarter of an hour.

Back and forth, he swam over and cut a few sword marks on the boulders blocking the road, then swam back to the cave to get some air. Usually he would not even exchange a few words with Feng Yeling before he went back into the water to start the next trip.

Feng Yeling, who was sitting in the cave waiting, also felt that she was going crazy. She was wrapped in endless darkness and loneliness, and only a brief moment of light lit up her world every quarter of an hour. She was so eager for Lan Qiao to change.

She could talk to her more when she was angry, because every time Lan Qiao disappeared under the water again, she couldn't guarantee that he would come back in the next quarter of an hour.

Working sleeplessly like this, even if his body is made of iron, how long can he persist? So every time the light of the night pearl appears and disappears, she feels that she is seeing Lan Qiao for the last time.

Although she and Lan Qiao were silent, her heart was no better than Lan Qiao's. Anxiety engulfed her, and worries about the future and accidents gnawed at her heart all the time. She even thought about stopping Lan Qiao from continuing to go crazy.

After all, rather than dying in a torment full of worry and panic, it would be better to sleep peacefully with him in this heavenly burial mound.

The cold water waves washed over Feng Yeling's bare feet, and the cold shackles were still locked on her ankles. She stroked the pair of hard but rough cuffs, and the scene of fighting side by side with Lan Qiao flashed in her mind.

A flash of memories made her sometimes have a warm and sweet smile, sometimes her face would heat up due to shame, sometimes she would feel scared by those critical thrills, and sometimes she would feel relieved because she remembered Lan Qiao's firm and unyielding eyes.

All kinds of emotions flashed through Feng Yeling's heart, making her feel like a mixture of five flavors, but whether they were bitter or sweet, these flavors were all about him.

"Wow"

There was a soft sound of water, the calm water surface was stirred to pieces, and the blue bridge floated up again.

This time he seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He no longer dived back into the water immediately like the previous times, but slowly drifted with the water waves to Feng Yeling's feet.

"Well." Lan Qiao let out a meaningless moan, turned his head and rested his head directly on Feng Yeling's feet.

This was a very bold gesture for Lan Qiao and very shy for Feng Yeling, but at this moment Feng Yeling only felt warm and at ease.

In any case, he finally returned to himself.

Lan Qiao was so tired that he fell asleep while holding Feng Yeling's feet, and even started to snore.

Feng Yeling couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it, and she stroked his back like a mother doting on her child, letting him sleep peacefully.

Lan Qiao fell asleep quickly, with saliva even dripping from the corner of his mouth. Feng Yeling smiled, turned him over gently, took the night pearl and sword, and murmured, "You have protected me so many times, now, it's my turn."

I'm here to protect you." She followed Lan Qiao's example, holding the night pearl in her mouth, and flew into the water.

Lan Qiao woke up almost the moment Feng Yeling dived into the water, and was alone in the empty darkness. For the first time, he experienced the pain of Feng Yeling's waiting, the uneasy anxiety, and the torment of living like years.

It was no better than the physical pain he felt when he was tossed in the water.

He was looking forward to Feng Yeling's return. He didn't want to go down to cut rocks anymore, and of course he didn't want her to go. If she came back, he just wanted to hug her.

No, she was still wearing heavy shackles on her feet. How could she swim so far?

Lan Qiao suddenly trembled, and just as he was about to jump into the water, he saw Feng Yeling floating up. Under the dim light of the night pearl, her skin was as pale as window paper under the moonlight, and she seemed to have lost her soul.

Lan Qiao quickly took her hand and pulled her to the shore, but saw that the shackles on her feet had been cut off, and asked anxiously, "Ling'er, how are you?"

Feng Yeling shivered from the cold, folded her arms and said in a trembling voice, "I didn't expect this thing to be so heavy. It stopped swimming before it could swim very far. It sank. I had to cut off the shackles first, and then the sword got stuck on the stone."

When I was drawing my sword, I broke it in a fit of passion. I'm really useless. I'm sorry. I was wrong." Her tears fell like broken pearls, and in the end she just apologized, "It's my fault that I can't get out."

Lan Qiao took Feng Yeling into his arms, hugged her tightly and said, "If you can't get out, you can't get out. Don't cry. Qiao Chu feels honored to die together with Ling'er."

Feng Yeling lay on Lan Qiao's chest, his whole body frozen as stiff as ice, only a stream of hot tears rolled down, moistening Lan Qiao's front.

Lan Qiao sighed, took off his coat and put it on Feng Yeling, pulling her to find a place to sit. The two of them sat back to back, flesh and blood connected, and their bodies dependent on each other. Feng Yeling gently put down his hand and left only
To be continued...