These people who had nothing to do with me were all dragged down by me.
If something happens to them, do I really want to abandon them as Ji Qinghe said?
If I save my life, can I feel at ease in this life?
I silently asked myself, can I enjoy the life they fought so hard for me with peace of mind?
I couldn't feel at ease, but I had to agree to Ji Qinghe.
Suning can die, but Lingxi cannot.
Putting aside my feelings for Lingxi and my selfishness, Lingxi is related to the future of Kunlun, and she carries all the hopes of Kunlun on her shoulders.
"Suning, have something to eat before going to bed." Tieshan saw that I hadn't moved for a long time, so he threw a bag of meat floss bread over and said with concern: "It's very humid on the mountain. Close your zipper and wear your hat. Don't catch a cold.
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"Yes." I responded softly, opened the bread and ate it slowly.
"Where's the blanket? Is it in Xiao Yu'er's backpack?" Tieshan said, "I will keep vigil at night, and the three of you will sleep under the blanket. You can gather enough energy to look for the eldest lady and Pei Chuan."
"Here, take a miasma-avoiding pill for each person." Ji Qinghe leaned on his waist and held a small white porcelain bottle in his hand and said: "In addition to moisture, there is also miasma at night in the mountains. If the miasma is inhaled into the body, people may be unconscious.
At worst, you will lose your life."
"To be on the safe side, take the miasma-avoiding pill for prevention."
I took the elixir sent by Ji Qinghe and sniffed it out of curiosity.
The pill is about the size of a soybean and is white in color. It smells good, with a faint jasmine scent.
"Don't worry, there won't be any side effects." Ji Qinghe thought I was worried about this, so he immediately set an example and took one of the first pills and said, "It's still sweet. If you don't want to swallow it, just treat it like candy."
I threw the anti-miasma pill into my mouth, feeling the sweetness melting between my lips and teeth, and asked casually: "Is there any Bigu Pill? It's the kind in the novels about cultivating immortals. You take one pill for seven or eight days or even several months.
There’s no need to eat.”
"No." Ji Qinghe said contemptuously to me: "You also know that it is a novel and is completely unrealistic."
I raised my head and moved my backpack to make the pillow more comfortable and said: "Before I came to Zhongzhou, I didn't meet you, what about Kunlun, the six major forces, and the qi and destiny, these are all unrealistic in my eyes."
"But now, these impracticalities have opened my eyes."
"It's just like the third uncle who I have always regarded as a madman, who can kill Xuanmen with one man and one sword, and is also the famous third elder of Kunlun in Daxia."
"Who do you think dares to believe it?"
I said to myself: "This world does not belong to you, but I just broke in."
"It's like a pebble being dropped on a surface as smooth as a mirror. The splash may not be big, but the ripples will spread for a long time."
"The ripples will eventually return to calm one day, and the pebbles will sink to the bottom of the water and never have a chance to see the light of day again."
"Oh, so many emotions." Ji Qinghe looked playful: "Why, do you regret meeting your senior sister?"
"No." I turned to look directly at Ji Qinghe and said, "I have regretted many things, such as regretting that I accompanied my grandfather to kill pigs, which caused evil spirits to haunt me."
"I regret that I clearly saw the evil spirit of the Lingguan Pig floating in the sky, but did not pay special attention to it. As a result, my grandfather was hanged under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village that night."
"I regret that I was careless and was planted with heart-eating poison by a mustard chicken brought by Su Tongyuan."
"But the only thing I don't regret and will never regret is that I met the master."
Ji Qinghe said with satisfaction: "You still have some conscience, and you have lived up to my senior sister's kindness to you."
"Same for you." I said.
"We are different. It is right and necessary for me to be good to senior sister." Ji Qinghe murmured in a low voice: "My father is Ji Xuanqing. As his daughter, I cannot be given high expectations by him. All I can do is
The rest is to protect senior sister at all costs."
"Even if it means death, I won't hesitate."
"Kunlun owes Senior Sister, you don't understand." Ji Qinghe said inexplicably.
I didn't answer because I didn't know when I fell asleep.
