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Kapitel 83

Lan Qi stood steadily on the corridor, while the man with the jade flute stood below, holding the "Lan Yin Bi Yue" in his hand.

this……

Qu Huailiu stared blankly at his hands, not even noticing when "Lan Yin Bi Yue" had left his grasp. Such martial arts...

The heroes were puzzled: Why would Young Master Lan do this?

"puff!"

While everyone was still in shock, they suddenly saw Lan Qi spit out a mouthful of blood, and his straight body immediately slumped down.

"Ah!" Ning Lang jumped up.

"Yinyin!" Feng Yi rushed over.

But no matter how fast they were, they couldn't outrun Ming Er. As Ming Er flashed, Lan Qi fell into his arms, but then spat out another mouthful of blood, staining her body.

“That’s strange. That palm strike only used sixty percent of its power. With your skills, it shouldn’t have hurt you, or at least… it shouldn’t have hurt you this badly.” The man with the jade flute murmured, seemingly very puzzled by his serious injury to Lan Qi. His gaze shifted to the mouthful of blood Lan Qi had spat out on the ground, only to find that the blood had already frozen into ice. Then he understood, “So you were already injured beforehand. No wonder.”

“You…” Ming Er hugged Lan Qi, knowing that the man’s palm strike had triggered the cold poison, and for a moment he didn’t know whether to be angry or to curse.

"...This young master just wants to..."

At this moment, Lan Qi's breath was weak, but she still murmured, her green eyes open, but her gaze was unfocused.

Ming Er opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Lan Qi in his arms trembled violently, blood gushed from her mouth, staining her entire body, and she fainted.

Ming Er's heart sank. She suddenly looked up at Qu Huailiu and uttered two words: "Antidote!" That day at the foot of South Peak, in order to prevent Dongming from discovering that she was suffering from the cold poison, she had not forced Qu Huailiu to give her the antidote. But she never expected that today...

Under Ming Er's gaze, Qu Huailiu inexplicably felt a urge to escape.

"There is no...no antidote."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt an overwhelming killing intent wash over him. In an instant, an unprecedented fear made him blurt out, "In the North... North Palace... there is warm jade... a jade bed that can dispel the cold."

"Lead the way!" Ming Er said, then leaped up and disappeared from the summit with Lan Qi in an instant.

"This..." Qu Huailiu looked to Yun Wuyai for help.

Yun Wuyai nodded.

Qu Huailiu immediately chased after Ming Er.

Another white shadow flashed, and Feng Yi disappeared from the corridor again.

Then, the figure flashed again, and Ning Lang was gone too.

Yuwen Luo was about to follow when he saw the man with the jade flute still looking at the "Lan Yin Bi Yue" in his hand, muttering, "Why does she want this so much? If she really likes this flower, then... well, she's very beautiful and her martial arts are very high. Then I'll marry her and take her home. Then she can have as many 'Lan Yin Bi Yue' as she wants. The flowers at home are all real flowers, much prettier than this."

Instantly, Yuwen Luo's feet seemed to be hooked, and he walked in that direction.

"Sigh, never mind, this matter is over, it's time to go home." Finally, the man with the jade flute shook his head, deciding to give up. Then he muttered to himself, "It's just that I got lost at sea on the way here, and it's already taken me twenty days." He looked quite annoyed, then turned to Yun Wuyai and said, "Send someone to take me back, otherwise it'll be too late..."

Yun Wuyai looked at him, and was at a loss for words. He could only nod to Wan Ai, signaling him to do it.

The man with the jade flute smiled with satisfaction and beckoned to Qi Twelve, "Let's go."

Qi Shier glanced into the crowd, and all the guards from the palace followed him.

Yuwen Luo quickly ran to the man with the jade flute, "You still haven't told us your name."

The man playing the jade flute looked at Yuwen Luo, raised his long, slanted eyebrows, and uttered three words: "Feng Yibai." Then, his figure vanished from the peak.

Then, figures flashed by; it was Qi Twelve and the people from the Shouling Palace who followed.

"I still have a lot to ask you!" Yuwen Luo shouted, craning his neck.

Sadly, there was no further reply. Chapter 83, Section 32: Forgetting and Remembering (Part 1)

Updated: [2008-11-28 14:08:13.0]

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The Northern Palace of Cloud-Darkness.

"This jade bed is made of warm jade that has been dug out from the bottom of Beique Peak for ten thousand years. My ice pearl is made from ice that has been frozen for ten thousand years in the East Sea. It is not poisonous, so there is no antidote. However, this warm jade bed can dissolve the cold ice. For the first three days, you need to lie on it without leaving it for a moment. After that, you need to lie on it for two hours every day. After half a month, the cold ice will be completely dispelled."

Qu Huailiu led Ming Er to the jade bed and explained.

Ming Er bent down and placed the unconscious Lan Qi on the jade bed, then stood up and glanced at Qu Huailiu.

Qu Huailiu's heart skipped a beat again, and he quickly said, "Don't worry, Second Young Master, Seventh Young Master's coldness can definitely be neutralized."

As they were talking, they heard hurried footsteps behind them. They turned around and saw that Feng Yi had caught up with them.

"Thump!"

A sudden sound in the room made the three of them look over, only to see Lan Qi tumbling off the jade bed and falling to the ground.

Qu Huailiu glanced at Ming Er. He thought to himself, "Could it be that this Seventh Young Master Lan is a restless sleeper?"

Ming Er simply walked over, picked up Lan Qi again, and placed her on the jade bed. But as soon as he left, Lan Qi rolled off the bed again.

"What happened?" Feng Yi asked in a deep voice, looking at Qu Huailiu.

Qu Huailiu took two steps back after being stared at for so long before replying, "I don't know either, but this warm jade bed really can dispel cold air. I am not lying. You can ask the young master if you don't believe me." Good heavens, this person looks so quiet, but he is actually a terrifying character.

Ming Er walked over again, carried Lan Qizhong onto the jade bed, stroked the jade bed with his hand, his eyes flickered, then he stood up and looked at Feng Yi.

“The temperature of this warm jade bed is almost the same as a person’s body temperature. I think it’s not the jade bed that’s the problem, but that she’s resisting its warmth.” Ming Erkong’s eyes remained fixed on Feng Yi’s as he slowly and calmly said, “Or rather, she’s resisting a person’s body temperature. To put it more deeply, even though she’s on the verge of death, even though she’s completely unconscious, her body still resists anything warm.” Then he clearly saw the deep-seated pain that instantly rose in those dark, night-like eyes.

Qu Huailiu listened, somewhat bewildered. He looked at Ming Er, then at Feng Yi, and finally at Lan Qi. He vaguely understood, yet seemed to understand nothing at all.

Feng Yi was already in a daze, standing there blankly, his face ashen.

“He…he fell again,” Qu Huailiu said, pointing to the jade bed.

Ming Er saw it, but didn't move.

Feng Yi slowly turned his head.

On the ground, due to the cold, the unconscious Lan Qi instinctively curled up, hugging his knees. But how could he withstand the ten-thousand-year-old icy aura? His body trembled incessantly, his face was as pale as ice, his lips were as white as frost, his brows were slightly furrowed, but his teeth were clenched so tightly that he did not utter a single groan.

It is so fragile that it seems it could shatter at the slightest touch, yet it is so stubborn that it cannot be destroyed no matter how hard it tries.

My heart was torn into countless pieces in that instant.

Amidst the excruciating pain, Feng Yi felt a sweet taste in his throat, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his vision went black as the world spun around him.

"Hey! What's wrong with you?" Qu Huailiu reached out and grabbed him.

Feng Yi took a breath, steadied himself, opened his eyes, shook off Qu Huailiu's hand, and walked towards Lan Qi. He bent down, picked up Lan Qi, and gently placed her on the jade bed. Then he lay down himself, reached out, and pulled Lan Qi, who was turning over and trying to get off the jade bed, into his arms.

On the jade bed, Lan Qi first struggled slightly, then the strength of her struggles increased, and her movements became more and more intense, clearly trying to get rid of everything on the jade bed.

No matter how she moved, Feng Yi wouldn't let go.

He didn't let go even after being slapped in the face.

He was punched in the chest, but he didn't let go.

He was kicked in the knee, but he didn't let go.

A claw gripped his shoulder, and he wouldn't let go.

Blood was flowing from his shoulder again, but he still wouldn't let go.

He held Lan Qi in his arms, tightly, enduring the kicks and punches, the blood from his shoulder staining the bed. He simply held her, gently calling her name: "Yinyin... Yinyin... Yinyin... Yinyin..."

The person in his arms, whom he had let go of in despair years ago, never imagining... would lead to such an outcome. Were all these years of suffering, these years of grief, utterly meaningless? Did it only bring him heartbreak year after year, and only lead her to sink into sorrow, hatred, and cold-heartedness? Could they... no matter what they did, not find peace? Was all their suffering insufficient to atone for their sins? Could they not even attain happiness for one person?

Sound…

Whether it was a sin or a tragedy, he was willing to offer his life as a sacrifice, hoping only that Heaven would have mercy on her.

"Yinyin...Yinyin..."

He kept calling out to her, holding her tightly, the only one he cherished in this world...

Sound…

Lan Qi's struggles gradually slowed down and lessened.

"...No...why...brother..."

A soft whisper escaped, but all three people in the room, who possessed profound skills and exceptional hearing, heard it clearly.

Ming Er remained expressionless, while Qu Huailiu was deeply puzzled.

On the jade bed, Feng Yi's body trembled, the pain in his eyes beyond words. He gently pulled Lan Qi's head to his neck, lowered his head, pressed his face close to her cold forehead, and softly called out repeatedly, "Yin Yin... Yin Yin... Yin Yin..."

Lan Qi was perhaps exhausted, or perhaps she had completely lost consciousness. She gradually calmed down and finally fell peacefully asleep in Feng Yi's arms.

Her eyebrows gently relaxed, her tightly pursed lips finally loosened, and her pale face slowly calmed down.

Qu Huailiu was stunned. He never expected that such a powerful and evil person could be so vulnerable and serene at this moment!

Lan Qi slept peacefully and serenely.

But tears slowly welled up in Feng Yi's eyes.

"What are they doing..." Qu Huailiu looked at Ming Er with confusion. Their eyes met, and he suddenly shivered. At that moment, he felt that Young Master Ming Er's gaze was colder than ten thousand years of ice.

"Is she alright?" Another voice called out, as Ning Lang had caught up. His lightness skill was inferior to the others, which was why he had only arrived now. He was taken aback when he saw Lan Qi and Feng Yi lying on the bed.

"It's alright, there's a warm jade bed, you'll recover in half a month." Seeing that Ming Er didn't seem inclined to answer, Qu Huailiu had no choice but to fulfill his duty as host.

"Oh." Ning Lang breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing the blood still flowing from Feng Yi's shoulder, he couldn't help but worry again. "Brother Feng Yi, bandage your wound first." After waiting a moment and seeing no reaction, he went over and carefully tore open Feng Yi's clothes on his shoulder. He saw a sword wound, not large or deep, but bleeding profusely. It was clear that Yun Wuyai had no intention of taking his life, but only wanted to intimidate him. He took out "Purple Mansion Powder" from his pocket and carefully sprinkled it on the wound. He then tore a clean strip of cloth from his inner garment and tied it tightly. After finishing, he stood up. Feng Yi seemed to feel nothing at all, only holding Lan Qi, tears streaming down his face.

"Let's go," Ming Er said, turning and leaving.

Qu Huailiu naturally followed suit and left as well.

Ning Lang looked at Lan Qi again, feeling lost and confused. In the end, he could only sigh weakly and leave.

After Ming Er and Ning Lang descended the North Peak, they saw the other heroes also coming down from the South Peak.

After they left, Yun Wuyai ordered the removal of the Gu worms from the heroes and returned their weapons and tokens. Under Kong's reassurance, the heroes suppressed their resentment and stopped mentioning revenge. The conflict between Dongming and the Imperial Dynasty was temporarily resolved peacefully.

After reuniting with Kong and the others, Yuwen Luo hurriedly handed Ning Lang the antidote he had obtained from Yun Wuyai, while Ming Er discussed matters with Kong and the others. A moment later, Kong led the heroes to settle in a small town a few miles from Beique, while Ming Er went up Nanfeng again.

No one knows what he said to Yun Wuyai after they met. However, that evening, after the Second Young Master Ming returned, he brought good news to the heroes: all their ships and luggage for returning to Dongming would be provided unconditionally by Dongming.

So the heroes settled down in the town for the time being, waiting for Dongming to prepare the ship back to the dynasty, and for Lan Qi's injuries to heal in the Beique Palace.

On this day, Qiu Hengbo and Hua Fushu went for a stroll in the streets to see the local customs and culture of Dongming. After strolling around for half a day, seeing that it was almost noon, the two returned to the inn.