Chapter 253 Though Dead, Still Alive (Meeting) "I cannot let you die..."
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This main hall is called the Hall of Heroes and Spirits, where jade tablets of the ancestors of Daohe Palace are enshrined for worship. Every year during the Daohe Palace Grand Competition, the Hall of Heroes and Spirits is opened for three days to announce this.
This is the sacred site of Daohe Palace, very safe but also very secluded, meaning that no one will ever pass by here, and no matter how much you shout, you will not be saved.
However, Qiu Tong stayed there for more than a day in a kneeling posture.
The elders showed her no mercy. She is still unable to summon the Tai'a Sword, and her own cultivation is insufficient to break Zhang Chunhe's seal. If she wants to make contact with the outside world, she can only use the most primitive method.
With a snap, the hairpin and the golden seat brushed against each other, and the sparks landed on the incense ball. Although the flames were fleeting, they were enough to ignite it.
With each breath, a wisp of wisp of blue smoke rose gracefully.
Qiu Tong immediately breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her brow, loosened her hands which were red from exertion, and then put the damaged hairpin back into her hair.
"Finally, it's lit." She murmured. "Luckily, the bases of the beams and pillars here are made of gold, otherwise, with this spotless effort, it would have taken forever to even spark a flame."
Although Qiu Tong had met Ji Changying before and asked him to deliver a message for her, she was not completely at ease. What if he was intercepted? Would she really have to stay here forever?
She knelt on the prayer mat, her spiritual veins sealed, and only her hands could move. Even with such inconvenience, she still managed to turn her body to the side, facing the smoke screen, waiting for Lin Feiran to appear.
Originally, the situation was unclear, and she did not plan to contact Lin Feiran. However, not long ago, as night was approaching, Ji Changying came to bring her food and happened to mention Zhang Chunhe's meeting with the Secret Society to discuss matters.
Their conspiracy had been going on for a long time; this was a golden opportunity that she had to seize.
As figures gradually appeared in the smoke, Qiu Tong's face lit up with joy. She subconsciously straightened her clothes and twirled the jade belt around her skirt with her fingertips, trying her best to appear less flustered and more composed.
"Qiu Tong?"
Lin Feiran looked at the smoke screen, put down the needle case in her hand, and first glanced at the somewhat disheveled but still spirited girl. Then her gaze shifted to the gleaming jade pendants.
She naturally knew exactly what these were.
"What are you doing at the Hall of Heroes?"
Time was of the essence, so Qiu Tong didn't say anything unnecessary. She quickly recounted how she had been captured and brought here.
"Zhang Chunhe is mentally unstable. He brought me here and said some strange things. I have no idea what he wants to do!"
You know this place is remote and protected by barriers; almost no one comes near… Feiran, could you please contact the fox clan and tell them I'm here?
Lin Feiran quickly realized what was going on and immediately replied, "I'm not in Yaodu. I'll send a letter to Biqing and the others right now to pass on this message to your family."
With Lin Feiran's assurance, Qiu Tong finally felt at ease, and her anxiety subsided by 90%.
Where are you?
Although Qiu Tong's head was tilted to the side, her field of vision was not limited, and she could see everything clearly in the smoke screen.
Lin Feiran should be in a side room. The night is dark. A corner lamp hangs on the left window, illuminating the drizzling rain outside. To the right and behind is a gold-embroidered screen with two white robes draped over it. Further to the right is a corner of the bed.
A gauze curtain hung on the couch, tied with white silk, revealing half of her slender legs, white as jade.
Further to the right, you are no longer in the smoke.
While observing, Lin Feiran put down her long pen. She had already finished writing the letter, then picked up the incense ball and, in front of Qiu Tong, folded the letter into a paper bird and released it out the window.
She said in a clear voice, "This trip was rushed, and I forgot to bring Bai Yuling, who is in charge of delivering messages. This is the only way we can do it. However, they will receive the message soon, so there is no need to worry for now."
As she walked, the scene in the smoke followed her, and happened to reflect the bronze mirror on the dressing table under the window. A white shadow flashed in the mirror, and because Lin Feiran paused for a moment, Qiu Tong only had time to see it clearly for a moment.
The person was dressed in moon-white brocade, lying face down on the bed, with snow-white hair scattered on the light red quilt, like a layer of snow.
His gaze fell on Lin Feiran, one hand resting on the carpet, tapping it lightly from time to time, clearly waiting for her to finish her work.
Lin Feiran moved quickly. After releasing the paper bird, he returned to his original position, and the image in the mirror faded away. If it weren't for the occasional faint tapping sound, Qiu Tong would have almost thought she was seeing things.
She blinked, pretending not to see, and mumbled, "Never mind, you're hiding from people right now, so I won't ask any more questions... What are you doing with the needle?"
Lin Feiran moved the paper and pen aside, picked up the needle pouch again, took out the silver needles one by one, tempered them with spiritual power, and then said, "Prepare to administer the acupuncture."
It was obvious who would receive the acupuncture; Qiu Tong's ears turned slightly red, and she felt ashamed of her earlier guess.
As Lin Feiran worked, she looked at her and asked, "Besides those ambiguous words, did Zhang Chunhe say anything else to you?"
Qiu Tong shook her head, then remembered something and immediately looked up: "I almost forgot, he... he guessed from the sheet music I took that I was... that one."
Considering Ru Xian's presence, Qiu Tong didn't speak directly, but her tone was somewhat resentful.
The matter of rebirth is already quite absurd, almost unheard of in the main road. If Zhang Chunhe hadn't been like her, how could he have guessed so accurately?
Lin Feiran paused, looked up, and said, "He guessed it, but he wasn't surprised at all?"
Qiu Tong lowered her head: "It doesn't seem like it... Perhaps he was already surprised when he guessed it, or perhaps he doesn't care."
He never cared about such unimportant details. After saying that I hadn't made any progress, my senior brother came to report that the Tantric sect had been looking for me and asked him to help. He then left and hasn't returned since.
He really does have connections with Tantric Buddhism!
Upon hearing a familiar voice, Lin Feiran put down the silver needles: "Was it my senior brother who sent the message?"
Qiu Tong rubbed her sore wrists and nodded: "It sounds like he's quite familiar with the esoteric sect, but there's no need to overthink it. He has so many things to handle for Zhang Chunhe every day, how could he possibly refuse to contact the esoteric sect?"
Lin Feiran lowered her eyes in thought. She didn't care about his association with the esoteric sect, but she didn't expect that they would be so familiar with each other, and even become messengers between them.
She pondered many things, and couldn't help but wonder why Zhang Chunhe had imprisoned Qiu Tong here. Was it merely for their marriage?
She looked up and said, "Qiu Tong, I have some news, I don't know if it's true or not, but I heard that Daohe Palace is preparing for your marriage with Consort Wei."
As soon as the words were spoken, the person who had been wiping sweat and rubbing his elbows stopped moving as if frozen in place, looking bewildered and confused as if he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky.
Regardless of whether she wanted to eat the pancake or not, it certainly came unexpectedly.
He married Consort Wei...
She didn't know how to react. Her subconscious thought was that she should be happy, but she just couldn't laugh. So her facial features twitched, her eyelids twitched, and her mouth twitched, making her expression look absurd.
"No, this is a trap, there's definitely something fishy going on!"
Before Lin Feiran could speak, Qiu Tong exclaimed in surprise.
Even in her previous life, when she and Wei Changzai were so loving, Zhang Chunhe never showed the slightest desire to make them form a bond, let alone now!
"What exactly is this old man trying to do?!"
Qiu Tong grumbled as she looked at the futon beneath her, angrily trying to pull it away, but to no avail.
"If I had known this would happen, I should have taken the opportunity to teach him a lesson when that incident occurred in my previous life!"
Seeing that she was completely unaware, Lin Feiran's expression grew even more serious: "We will be going out in a couple of days. If your family still hasn't left by then, I will come."
Qiu Tong was pounding the ground when she heard this. She looked up, paused for a moment, and then shook her head: "Your situation is worse than mine now, so don't be distracted by me. I'm telling you this today so you can be careful."
The esoteric sects have been conspiring with him for a long time, and they might be targeting you. If you're in a safe place, don't come out rashly.
Lin Feiran's eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she showed no fear. Just as she was about to speak, she heard a strange noise coming from the other side.
She immediately said, "Someone's coming."
Qiu Tong pulled herself out of her complicated emotions, hurriedly said "we'll contact each other next time," then picked up the incense pill, ignored its burning temperature, quietly inhaled and extinguished it, and tucked it into her waistband.
This incense pill has been used many times and is now only the size of a pearl. If it burns out, she will never be able to contact Lin Feiran again.
She rubbed the ashes in her hand and looked around, but heard no sound. Suddenly, a gust of snowy wind blew from behind, coldly brushing against her neck.
She turned around and saw that the window facing the cliff was wide open, and Wei Changzai appeared silently, like a nimble black cat crouching on it, his light blue robes fluttering, appearing a deep black against the inky night sky.
He extended his hand and said succinctly, "Shall we go?"
...
Inside the room, the incense sticks gradually went out, and after shaking off the ashes, there were hardly any left.
Just from that familiar sound, she already knew who it was. If the two of them could rebuild their friendship through this, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
She withdrew the needles, walked to the bedside, and took a deep breath, asking, "Do you really want me to perform acupuncture to clear your meridians?"
They had eaten with Gu Yu and the other person and chatted for a long time before returning to their respective rooms. However, before Lin Feiran could even lie down, he was dragged to Ru Xian's room by Han Huo.
He thought she had come to warm him up during the cold winter, but unexpectedly he took out a familiar-looking needle case and asked her to unblock his meridians.
Ru Xian raised her eyes, pulled her silk robe down to her waist, and said, "You've done this before, and you did it very well. You'll do it the same this time. Now the frost in my body has melted away, but the cold stagnation in my meridians makes it difficult for my spirit to circulate. After you help me unblock my meridians, I can fully recover."
Lin Feiran stepped forward, kneeling on the edge of the bed with her right knee, still somewhat hesitant: "But didn't Senior Guyu say that it would recover on its own after a while? Why use acupuncture to accelerate it?"
Ru Xian lay on her arm, looking at her. Her emerald eyes were hidden behind the long shadow of her wispy hair, like the dark leaves under the thick shade, deep yet luminous.
He said, "Have you forgotten that the curse in your body has not been removed, and the residual power of the 'Twenty Deaths' curse is still present?"
You said you wouldn't remove the curse before, but you didn't give me a reason, and I agreed. At that time, I was unwell, and the removal of the curse was not stable, which is why it has been delayed until now, but it is impossible to wait any longer.
If I remember correctly, you were born in early spring, and now it's almost the end of winter.
"Lin Feiran, this is the last time I'm removing the curse. I don't want any accidents to happen, so I must recover as soon as possible."
"I can't let you die."
Author's Note: [Heart emoji]
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