Chapter 17017 Heartache
Chapter 17
Yingji didn't want to look at Xue Zhongyu anymore. She turned to Kong Fan and smiled, fiddling with the hem of her clothes while saying, "It can't just be a top. Can you sew me a pair of pants too?"
Kong Fan did not respond. He lowered his eyes and looked at the scattered dead leaves.
Xue Zhongyu stepped out from the shadows and approached Yingji. Guilt filled his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Aying, you've really changed a lot..."
Yingji suddenly turned around, raised her hand, and slapped Xuezhongyu hard in the face. Xuezhongyu's face was knocked aside, and he turned his head and looked at Yingji again.
Yingji slapped him again without hesitation, even louder.
Xue Zhongyu's slender body slowly lowered, kneeling before Yingji. He stared at her, enduring her wrath. He deserved it all. He wished Yingji would punish him even more harshly.
Yingji looked down at the person kneeling in front of her, and in an instant she recalled many things from her childhood. At that time, her brother was a very powerful and very good person in her heart, and he was also one of the few people she completely trusted.
Kong Fan sat on the stone bench, between the two people. He twirled his Buddhist beads and lowered his eyes to watch the shadows of the three people on the snow, until he saw Yingji's shadow turn and leave.
Xue Zhongyu watched Yingji disappear behind the door before he stood up and sat down beside Kong Fan dejectedly, saying, "Aying wasn't like this before."
He smiled bitterly, lost in distant memories.
"She is very well-behaved and loves to laugh. She always wraps herself in a thick gray robe and hides quietly in the corner. She is not what you think..." Xue Zhongyu couldn't continue and closed his eyes in pain.
Kong Fan was curious about Ying Ji's past, but he didn't ask Xue Zhongyu, nor would he ask Ying Ji.
He stopped fiddling with his Buddhist beads and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Xue Zhongyu asked.
"Cook for her."
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In the middle of the night, Yingji quietly opened the door and walked out of the courtyard. She walked alone into the darkness under the moonlight, all the way to the small river outside the village.
The weather was bitterly cold, and the small river that circled the village was covered with thick ice. A few red plum trees were growing wildly beside the river.
She used the Soul Stealing Stone to sense a plum blossom demon about to transform. Holding the Soul Stealing Stone, she approached and, sure enough, found a plum tree among the trees, one that was even more beautiful and lush.
A cluster of fire flickered, it was Yingji lighting the demon-locking lamp.
A fiery red plum blossom suddenly trembled violently, and a layer of crystalline light emerged from between its stamens. In the flickering light, a small human figure gradually emerged, curled up on the stamens. It trembled and before it could stand up, Ying Ji collected it into the Demon-Locking Lamp.
Every time she captured a demon, the smile in Yingji's eyes would become more genuine. She put away the demon-locking lamp and was about to go back when the ground beneath her feet suddenly shook.
Huge vines stretched out from the darkness and wrapped around her.
"Oh no! There's a demon here!" Yingji's face changed drastically. She quickly threw a rock at the vines. With a crackling sound, the vines recoiled in pain, only to charge at Yingji again in anger.
Yingji's ankles were entangled by vines, and she fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain, she turned around and quickly cut the vines with the scimitar in her hand.
The blade was sharp and cut through the vines one after another.
But the vines came up again, tightly wrapped around Yingji's ankles, and twisted up along her slender calves, twisting her calves until they gradually turned blue and purple.
Yingji endured the pain and quickly found a talisman with trembling hands, reluctantly sticking it on the vine. Suddenly, a burning smell came from the vine, and the dark green vine was burned to the point of withering and breaking.
The big demon hiding in the dark screamed out a piercing sound, and countless vines trembled in pain.
Yingji frantically reached for the Move Void Pearl, but found nothing. Then she remembered that the only life-saving Move Void Pearl she had used to save Kong Fan last time.
She got up and tried to escape, but a strange fragrance suddenly filled the air. A bewitching voice called out to Yingji, asking her to turn around.
Yingji froze, her bright eyes slowly becoming dull. She turned around woodenly and saw mist swirling before her.
The remaining trace of rationality screamed at her to turn around and run away immediately, but her body walked uncontrollably into the depths of the darkness.
In the thick fog, Yingji saw countless snakes pouncing towards her, faces laughing obscenely, a bed stained with blood, and endless snow.
She walked towards the vines step by step woodenly, gradually approaching the abyss that would trap her.
It's an illusion!
Yingji suddenly woke up with a start. She stabbed her forearm with the scimitar in her hand. The intense pain woke her up from the hallucination.
All the illusions disappeared, and what appeared before her eyes was the bloody mouth of a plant.
The fear of death is imminent.
Yingji felt a chill down her spine, and threw all the explosive rocks into the plant's gaping mouth.
She turned and ran, the sound of explosions continued to ring behind her, accompanied by the vine monster's shrill screams.
The earth shook, and countless thick and thin vines chased towards Yingji.
Ying Ji gritted her teeth, held the scimitar tightly in her hand and chopped from time to time, occasionally finding the talisman in the Qiankun bag and throwing it over.
She was entangled by the vines again and again, and she struggled to break free again and again. Her body was gradually covered with scars and blood, and she gradually became exhausted.
Yingji leaned against a rock, breathing heavily, staring angrily at the vines that surrounded her.
Is she going to die here?
Every day of her life was difficult. She had finally made it this far, was she going to die in this dark winter night?
She was unwilling to give up, she wanted to live, she still had a lot of things to do. She was unwilling to accept it, unwilling to die with regrets!
But even if she died, she would have no regrets. Every day, she tried her best to move forward.
Yingji forced herself to stand up with her last breath, looking up at the towering vines. The vines looked down at the tiny mortals, their claws and teeth bared, tired of the cat-and-mouse game.
The vine monster knew that the mortal in front of it had exhausted all her means and had no strength to fight back, so it slowly waved its vines and rolled towards her.
Yingji's waist was entangled in vines, and her feet were off the ground. A smile slowly curved her lips, and the blue flame in the demon-locking cup in her hand flickered continuously.
She dodged a vine that stretched out, held the demon-locking lamp with both hands, and twisted it slowly.
This is her last weapon.
She wants to detonate the Demon-Locking Lamp and die together with them!
The strong wind whipped her black hair into a frenzy, obscuring her vision. Yingji gradually increased her strength to twist the Demon-Locking Lamp. A hoarse grinding sound echoed from the Lamp, and the dark blue flames danced even faster, eager to escape through the gap that was about to open.
At the last moment when the demon-locking lamp was unscrewed, a hand reached out from the void and held Yingji's hand.
Yingji was stunned for a moment, then looked down in confusion.
Golden light floated, and the ethereal hand slowly solidified into something substantial. Ying Ji could actually feel it, warm and trembling.
Yingji raised her eyes and looked at Kongfan who appeared in front of her.
His face turned pale and he looked at her with an unsteady breath.
Kong Fan shook his sleeves, and the wide sleeves of his monk's robe spread out like waves. A powerful force rushed out, and the vines were instantly burned to ashes in a golden fire.
Yingji looked at Kongfan and breathed a sigh of relief.
She seemed to have escaped again.
The vines wrapped around her waist disappeared, and Yingji's body fell down weakly.
Kong Fan leaned over and hugged her immediately.
"I, I'm late..."
Yingji leaned weakly in Kongfan's arms and fell into a coma.
Kong Fan lowered his eyes and saw that his hand, which was holding Yingji's waist, was shaking slightly.
He felt intensely the pain in every inch of his body, and all of it came from her.
There was a Life-Sharing Gu tied between them, so he should have rushed to her the moment she was injured. But Kong Fan was trying to advance again tonight, and he was so deep in meditation that he didn't notice the Life-Sharing Gu that was desperately trying to remind him.
Even now, his body was still in pain, so much so that he found it difficult to breathe, gasping for air in huge gulps.
Kong Fan carried Ying Ji back, and Xue Zhongyu came to greet him, wearing a robe, and asked in surprise, "What happened?"
He reached out to take Yingji from Kong Fan's arms. Kong Fan hesitated and didn't hand Yingji to him. He slightly turned aside to avoid Xue Zhongyu's hand, carried Yingji and quickly walked into the room, placing her on the bed.
Her body was covered with scars and large patches of blood, and the large patches of blood made it difficult for Kong Fan to see how many wounds she had.
He extended his hand and passed gentle strength to Yingji. One after another, gentle golden light floated on Yingji's body, slowly healing her wounds.
She had too many wounds on her body, and Kong Fan treated her for a long time.
Even until the last wound on her body disappeared, Kong Fan could still feel the pain in his heart.
"Internal injuries?" Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji in confusion.
He continued to send her gentle spiritual power.
But no matter how much spiritual power he channeled, the dull ache in his heart could not be dispelled. He could not channel any more spiritual power; Yingji's mortal body could not bear more.
Kong Fan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Ying Ji.
She kept frowning in her coma.
She was lying here safely now, but whenever Kong Fan looked at her, the scene of her covered in blood and hanging in the air by vines always appeared in front of his eyes.
Kong Fan closed his eyes, stood up, covered her with the quilt, and quietly left.
Xue Zhongyu stood at the door anxiously and confusedly.
"Don't disturb her rest." Kong Fan said.
Kong Fan walked into the snow-covered courtyard. He stared at the ginkgo tree in the courtyard. The tree's withered branches swayed, and in the flickering light and shadow, the ginkgo tree disappeared, and the Bodhi tree quietly appeared.
Kong Fan sat under the Bodhi tree, fiddling with his Buddhist beads and reciting the Heart Purification Sutra devoutly. His gentle voice gradually became ethereal.
The pain in my heart slowly disappeared.
Kong Fan paused in fiddling with the Buddhist beads and continued.
The pain in his heart gradually disappeared, and he just thought that Yingji was no longer in pain.
The next afternoon, Yingji still hadn't woken up. She was clearly unharmed. Kong Fan took her pulse, and it was steady.
"Why can't she wake up?" Xue Zhongyu asked anxiously.
Kong Fan's expression was slightly serious. He said, "It's the Nightmare Vine. She's trapped in her inner demon."
"Trapped in the inner demon? What should I do? She can't even practice cultivation. Will she be unable to get out?" Xue Zhongyu was in a state of panic.
Kong Fan looked at Ying Ji, whose brows were still furrowed, and said, "Stand guard outside the door and don't let anyone in to disturb you."
Kong Fan stretched out his hand and placed his gentle palm on the back of Yingji's hand.
Don't blame me for walking into your past, don't blame me for looking for your inner demons without permission.
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Kong Fan's empty figure passed through the magnificent imperial palace and finally walked into an inconspicuous palace.
Herbs were drying on the shelves, and a medical book was spread out on the stone table.
Then he saw Yingji.
Her delicate little body was wrapped in a thick cotton-padded jacket, and she looked only seven or eight years old.
She was squatting there, changing the dressing on a tiger cub's injured leg. The cub cried out in pain, and she stretched out her arms to hug it.
The wind chimes at the palace gate rang hastily. Yingji looked at the door fearfully, quickly picked up the tiger cub, ran into the medicine room, and hid it in the cabinet.
She ran out of the house, her thin body passing through Kong Fan's transparent body.
Before she reached the temple gate, people outside had already swaggered in.
A large group of young girls came in. It was obvious that the three people in front were the masters, and behind them were a large group of palace maids.
Yingji calls them sisters.
They were all princesses of the Duxue Kingdom, dressed in gorgeous clothes and arrogant, completely different from the timid and coarsely dressed Yingji.
The leading princess waved her hand, and two palace maids behind her carried bamboo baskets and threw them at Yingji. A shower of colorful snakes pelted Yingji's head and face. She frantically fell to her knees, biting her lip as she desperately tried to chase the snakes away.
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