984 I'm Shen Lie (() hum, don't give me a ticket, you should be vegetarian!)
The night wind is cold, and the top of the mountain is even colder.
The river was clear and flowing like silver and jade under the moonlight. Xia Zhaoyi walked through the flat and wide white stone terraces and looked up at the mountain gate standing high in front of her.
The plaque of Yuetang Temple is still there, but it is moldy and rotten, and is entangled with vines.
In order to avoid the soldiers, she chose an almost steep and insurmountable mountain wall. However, there were many people dispatched by the government, so she still met dozens of people on the way.
When she encounters gods and kills gods, when she encounters Buddhas, she kills them. Her white clothes are completely dyed into a red dress.
The torches on the mountainside behind him were shining, the roars of wild beasts in the jungle were coming one after another, the night fog was gradually rising, and everything that was already in the low light was completely invisible.
Xia Zhaoyi walked lamely towards the Taoist temple.
The whole Yuetang Temple is twice as big as the Yuanhe Sect, with a total of six big hills.
The main hall is open and grand, with a width of five rooms and a depth of seven rooms. Xia Zhaoyi stepped over the tall threshold, looked around, and walked towards a large beam not far from the door. On the right side of the beam were several low beams.
Sit down on the short stone steps.
After treating the new wound as quickly as possible, she rolled up her trousers, and her ankle was indeed swollen.
Judging from the speed of these soldiers, she should be able to rest for half an hour now.
But it was not safe to hide here. After thinking for a while, Xia Zhaoyi quickly thought of a place.
On the northernmost low mountain of Yuetang Temple, there is a large hall with a ziding roof. If you find some thick clothes, you can sleep on it.
Putting down her trousers, she stood up with difficulty while holding on to the beam. When she turned around and was about to go out, a burst of very light footsteps came from the door of the palace.
The footsteps were soft and inaudible, but the landing was steady. If the hall was not empty and silent, she would not have noticed it.
Xia Zhaoyi concentrated for a while, and there was only this sound of footsteps.
She quietly pulled out the dagger, and a cold male voice suddenly sounded, very low: "Ali?"
The overly empty hall turned his voice into an ethereal one, bringing with it a clear echo.
Xia Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes widened slightly, and she couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
"Are you there?" the male voice asked again.
Xia Zhaoyi breathed calmly and turned around with a limp leg.
A faint silver frost slanted into the hall, and in the white-stone-paved hall, the man's facial features were blurred, but his tall, slender figure was clearly outlined by the moonlight.
Shen Lie followed the movement and looked over, his eyes touched her bloody clothes, he took a breath and walked away quickly.
The blood had solidified, and for a moment I couldn't tell how much of it was hers. Seeing her standing on tiptoe, with her feet twitching slightly, Shen Lie's handsome eyebrows were filled with disbelief. His figure was as light as hers, and her lower body was the most important thing to her.
advantage, but her feet were injured like this.
"How badly injured is your foot? Can you still walk?" Shen Lie asked.
Xia Zhaoyi hadn't reacted so slowly for a long time. She watched him walking in the darkness, his facial features gradually becoming clearer, his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, as handsome as before, but his temperament was cooler and calmer. She suspected that she had fallen asleep and was dreaming now.
"Ah Li?" Shen Lie called.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't say anything, just looked up at him.
Her eyes were not confused or empty, but clear and bright, but she just didn't respond.
Shen Lie's eyebrows sank, and he suddenly made an action that he had never dared to think of in his life. He held her delicate little face as big as a palm with his right palm, and gently held her face up: "Ali, I am Shen Lie."
The man's palms were hot, and his slender finger bones were covered with calluses from years of holding a sword. The warmth coming from him made Xia Zhaoyi finally wake up from a dream.
"...Shen Lie," Xia Zhaoyi's voice was hoarse, "Why are you here?"
As she said that, she subconsciously glanced sideways, looking at the big palm on the left side of her face. Shen Lie lowered her hand: "I'll tell you later, how are your injuries?"
"I took care of it briefly, but my ankle was sprained. The mountain road was steep. I met a few people by the river and accidentally fell."
Shen Lie frowned and said in a deep voice, "I'll carry you on my back."
"You can't leave now. The road down the mountain is difficult. They will block the mountain pass. In my current state, I will only become a burden to you."
"Then don't leave." Shen Lie took off the long sword from his back and put it on the side of Jin Shou's waist. "I will carry you to find a safe and clean place first. You have a good rest and I will take care of you."
Xia Zhaoyi watched him turn around and squat down. After a pause, she lowered her head and grabbed his broad shoulders.
Shen Lie's back is very straight and straight. He looks as thin and thin as an ordinary boy, but he is actually strong and muscular.
Xia Zhaoyi didn't want to put all her body strength on him, but as soon as she got close to him, she felt drowsy and wanted to sleep.
She was too tense and vigilant, but suddenly found support. She couldn't help but close her eyes, and all the weight around her body fell, her soft body pressed tightly against his back.
After Shen Lie stepped out of the hall, he was stunned for a moment and looked sideways at her.
The girl's breathing was very light, her pale and bloodless face hung low on his shoulder, almost transparent under the moonlight, full of fragility and fragility.
Shen Lie stared at her steadily, his eyes traced her eyebrows and cheeks one by one, and there was a huge wave in his dark jade-like eyes.
But soon, he covered up all his heartache and did not let this emotion spread.
The top priority is to find a place to rest as soon as possible and deal with the injury.
Both the inside and outside of the hall are made of large white stone bricks. The moonlight adds a layer of silver frost to the stones, and a faint mountain mist fills the air. It feels like stepping on the ground to reach an immortal, and walking on the road seems like walking through clouds.
In the blink of an eye, most of the mountain was gone from below.
Finally, he found a relatively clean wing. Shen Lie dragged out a bedding that didn't smell very musty from the old cabinet. After laying it on the wooden bed, he took off his coat and put it on the bed, and then put the sleeping bed on it. The girl picked it up and placed it gently on it.
Xia Zhaoyi opened his eyes in a daze and looked at him in vain.
Shen Lie saw it and whispered: "Ah Li?"
Xia Zhaoyi moved her bleeding lips and wanted to speak, but was pulled down by the huge darkness. She only made a vague "hmm" sound, closed her eyes again, and fell asleep completely.
Shen Lie raised his hand to cover her forehead and looked at her body again.
Not daring to look at the graceful and exquisite curves, he looked at the wounds on her arms and legs.
Judging from the temperature, she did not have a fever for the time being, but the injuries on her body, especially the several new ones, made Shen Lie feel a knot in her heart.
His heartbeat was erratic, and he knew he shouldn't have any inappropriate thoughts, but as a young man in his twenties, he had a strong and strong body, and he was full of energy.
Shen Lie closed his eyes, letting reason and restraint return.
When he finally calmed down, he looked at the girl's sleeping face, said "offended" softly, took her hand that was not enough to hold, and carefully rolled up her sleeve, for fear of hurting her wound.
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The next day, Xia Zhaoyi opened her eyes.
The dazzling sunlight outside the window lattice fell on her face. She slightly closed her eyes and subconsciously raised her hand to block it.
But his hand was pressed by someone.
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his eyes, not being pressed, but being held.
A man was lying next to the wooden bed, leaning against the side of her legs, with his face facing the direction of her feet.
Xia Zhaoyi blinked, and the vague memory of last night slowly became clear.
