Under the sky

Chapter 210

This is the most difficult day for Gu Qingshang.

Yan Lizhang came to her again the next day, claiming that he had forced a confession, but he didn't ask any questions. He just kicked her in the stomach, ravaged her still aching thighs, pinched her cheeks and stuck out his tongue to lick her, insulted her with unpleasant words, and moved his hands up and down her body. .

But he didn't dare to go too far because Fang Jingjiu was still sitting next to him.

"Are you the disciple of that bitch Li Xuanxuan?" Yan Lizhang sneered.He asked Gu Qingshang's identity from the prisoners in Qingcheng, "No wonder he has a bitch face."

Gu Qingshang couldn't reply, she curled up and whined, and Yan Lizhang kicked her unconscious.When she woke up again, Yan Lizhang was no longer there, Gu Qingshang groaned, and Xia Lijun gave her a hard bun.

On the third day, Yan Lizhang came again.Gu Qingshang just spit on him, howled and screamed, cursed, cried and begged for mercy, then regained her breath and spit on his face again and again until she passed out.

On the fourth day, Gu Qingshang trembled all over when she heard footsteps. She hated herself for being so timid and cowardly, but she couldn't help but tremble all over.

When she woke up again and Xia Lijun gave her steamed buns, Gu Qingshang couldn't help but shrink.She looked at Xia Lijun and finally understood that Yan Lizhang would come every day and there would be no end to this torture. So why was she the only one suffering from this, while Xia Lijun just looked at her and saw her embarrassed?Although Xia Lijun also wanted to stop her when she was suffering, she was always trapped in handcuffs and pinned to the ground by Huashan disciples and watched, but compared to the torture she suffered, Xia Lijun was undoubtedly too relaxed.

She actually resented Mr. Xia Li.

"Do you blame me for not helping you?" Xia Lijun asked.

Gu Qingshang gritted his teeth and refused to answer.

"You will be tortured by him because you are Master Li's apprentice." Xia Lijun said.

Master's disciple... Gu Qingshang's mind suddenly burst with clarity, as if he suddenly realized something.Yes, she should have known that the reason why Yan Lizhang treated her like this was because she was Li Xuanxuan's apprentice. Yan Lizhang wanted to see her begging for mercy, whining, and surrendering, like a tamed horse or beast. If she was embarrassed, she would be a disgrace to her master. s face.

In order not to embarrass the master...Xia Lijun opened his arms, hugged Gu Qingshang tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Don't ask for mercy, begging for mercy will make him more proud. Don't resist, resisting will anger him."

"When you get the chance, kill him or commit suicide."

Gu Qingshang leaned into Xia Lijun's arms and cried. She didn't know how long she could hold on.

The fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day... Gu Qingshang neither resisted nor fought back. She endured it, refrained from letting out a whine, and even if she couldn't help it, she still endured it.Yan Lizhang noticed her change and wanted to be more cruel in a teasing mood, but Gu Qingshang still endured it until Fang Jingjiu spoke.

"Is this a forced confession?" Fang Jingjiu asked, "What exactly do you want to ask, Master?"

Yan Lizhang snorted and left angrily.

"Master Yan won't be coming for the time being, and neither will I." Fang Jingjiu said.This happened on the eighth day, after a disciple came to see Fang for a toast and said a few words outside the door.

Gu Qingshang couldn't help but be stunned. She asked a silly question: "Why?"

Fang Jingjiu did not answer, but handed over a bottle of wound medicine: "Young Master is good at beating women. It hurts, but the injury is not serious. His face is not bruised, and there are no broken bones. This is the technique of a son of aristocratic family, and he can wear clothes decently."

Xia Lijun glared at him angrily and said in a deep voice, "Is this considered a skill?"

"The skills of the children of the aristocratic family." Fang toasted, "They are bored at night, so they spend their time like this."

Xia Lijun didn't even know if this was a joke. Fang Jingjiu had already left the cabin and asked Xia Lijun to massage Gu Qingshang.

After the pain passed, Gu Qingshang finally figured something out.Perhaps because of his status as the leader of the Hengshan Sect, Huashan wanted to use him as a hostage or for other purposes, so he spared his life.

Gu Qingshang thought about her fate over and over again. She thought about escaping, but that was impossible. Even if Fang Jingjie was not mentioned, she would be cut into pieces before she even reached the deck after leaving the hatch.Gu Qingshang had been depressed for a long time. For two days she couldn't even eat well. Maybe if she was given a knife now, she would commit suicide in shame. She had done this before. She thought that as long as she was not afraid of death, nothing could threaten her. But when she was really weak, she realized that it was far more difficult to have courage than when she was strong, because her destiny was not controlled by herself.

She had many things she wanted to say to Xia Lijun, and she also had many things she wanted to talk to someone, but she said nothing because Ba Tianfang Toasting spent most of her time in the cabin.It was said that he was recuperating. Even though the room was filled with a fishy smell, it took Gu Qingshang two days to get used to it. However, Fang Jingjiu didn't seem to care. Except for the slight frown from time to time - Gu Qingshang didn't even know it was... It wasn't because of the smell, she never heard Fang Jingjiu complain.

She rarely heard Fang Jingjiu speak, but she always felt that Xia Lijun often talked to Fang Jingjiu in a way that she didn't understand.

Sometimes it was just a look. For example, when Xia Lijun suddenly glared at Fang Jingjiu, Fang Jingjiu responded with a look of indifference, which was not considered contempt, but just indifferent.As if Xia Lijun angrily scolded him for not stopping Yan Lizhang's evil deeds when he saw them, Fang Jingjiu replied: "I don't care what you think of me."

One time, Xia Lijun was chewing a steamed bun and stared at the food box in Fang Jingjiu's hand. Fang Jingjiu glanced at Xia Lijun. The remaining half of the chicken leg was thrown in front of Xia Lijun, and he looked down at Xia Lijun with eyes like pity.

Xia Lijun swallowed the chicken leg without hesitation and left half of it for Gu Qingshang. Gu Qingshang only hesitated for a moment before eating.She didn't really want to eat the chicken legs, but she felt that Xia Lijun wanted her to eat them.

After that day, in addition to dry steamed buns, there was also a piece of hard and chewy dried meat every day.Gu Qingshang understood. Xia Lijun hoped that she could recover from her injuries as soon as possible and regain her strength. The hard bun she threw at Fang Jingjiu's face was Fang Jingjiu's face and said, "Get something to make up for it." And the chicken legs that Fang Jingjiu threw on the ground were like. He was refuting her: "Who do you think you are?" Xia Lijun responded by eating half of the chicken leg: "I just want it."

Xia Lijun may have some similarities with Fang Jingjiu, allowing them to communicate with each other in the fewest words.

The cabin was always dark, and Gu Qingshang couldn't tell how many days had passed. At first, she was groggy all day long due to the abuse, and then she couldn't tell the time.She judged day and night based on Fang Jingjiu's schedule, but even at night she could not sleep because she was afraid that Yan Lizhang would come again when she woke up the next day.

The only thing she was thankful for was that she got through it for the time being.She leaned against the bulkhead.And obviously, they didn't catch the little girl.

Where is my little sister?Have you met Mr. Xie?
Is Mr. Xie safe?Has Qingcheng taken down Hanzhong?
There must not be, otherwise Fang toasting would not be so relaxed.

Then where is Mr. Xie?
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The ground was covered with mud, and although the disciples tried their best to find cover, they still couldn't help but get wet.They did not dare to set up tents to take shelter from the rain, which would inevitably expose their whereabouts, and they would not be able to light a fire after nightfall.Xie Gubai ordered all his disciples to take off their clothes and put them under the tent cloth, and use the tent to cover themselves to avoid the rain.

Zhu Menshang secretly thought that something was wrong. He was soaked all over. Once night falls, how many people in this team will get sick tomorrow?He couldn't even think about it.

What I even dare not to think about is, where the hell can I find a large amount of medicinal materials at this time?

Ji Shaoguang went to see Xie Gubai in the only tent with a livid face.

"Surrender, or fight to the death." He was very calm. Even after his favorite disciple Shen Weichen disappeared and the army was now at a dead end, he did not have the initial hostility towards Xie Gubai.He had handed over this team to Xie Gubai a long time ago, and there was no need to regret it.

"It is better to surrender than to fight. If you fight, you will be defeated. It is better to wait." Xie Gubai replied.

If there was something about Xie Gubai that Ji Shaoguang admired, it was his consistent calmness, as if he didn't care what happened.Does he regard this war as a game, or does he regard these human lives as nothing?

"It's September now, it's cold at night, we can't light fires, and many people will get sick. And we have no food. Even if Huashan makes way for us to go to Hanzhong, we won't be able to go, and even if we get there, we won't be able to win."

Xie Gubai pondered, and finally said the same thing: "Anyway, we are going to die, so it is better to wait for the opportunity to make a fatal blow. Mr. Ji, please try your best to stabilize the morale of the army."

"I'm afraid I can't suppress it," Ji Shaoguang said, "In this situation, there may be a mutiny at any time."

The battle at Yinghu Lake had damaged the morale of the disciples, and days of hiding had left them physically and mentally exhausted. When will this damn heavy rain stop?

"Tell me, if something happens..." Zhu Menshang was giving Xie Gubai acupuncture. He had no medicinal materials. "Should I run south or north to have a chance to survive?" "Put my head in hand and surrender. Xie Gubai replied, "I told Mr. Ji that if I leave my head to you as a surrender, Huashan will definitely remember you for your contribution."

"Did you really tell Ji Shaoguang?" Zhu Menshang was surprised.

"You can still find a chance to sneak back to Qingcheng."

"I've already gone to Huashan, why did I sneak back to Qingcheng?" Zhu Menshang cursed.

"Tell the leader for me," Xie Gubai said, "Xie Gubai has lived up to his trust."

"If you want to die, then die. Don't try to trick me into crying!" Zhu Menshang cursed, put away the needle, and looked up at the sky.The sky is getting dark, the rain is pouring, and the dark clouds have not dispersed.

Damn it, this rain won't stop for a while, right?
Suddenly, he heard a noise and someone shouted for help.It was most taboo to make any noise at this time. When Zhu Menshang heard the sound, he went to find it and asked, "What happened?"

Several Qingcheng disciples pushed a young man to the ground. The young man's mouth was covered. Zhu Menshang asked, "Who is this?"

One disciple said: "It's a spy."

spy?Has it been discovered?Zhu Menshang shuddered.

"Take it to Mr. Ji for interrogation!"

"Sir, spare your life!" The man couldn't help but kowtow when he saw Ji Shaoguang, "My name is Han Mi, I'm not a spy, I don't know anything!"

"It's raining so hard, what are you doing up the mountain?" Ji Shaoguang asked.

"I'm a carpenter in Jinzhou and go up the mountain to find wood!" Han Mi kowtowed repeatedly, "I just want to cut down two pieces of good wood to make a cabinet!"

"Going up the mountain to cut trees in such heavy rain? Where's your axe?" Ji Shaoguang sneered, "Where's your axe?"

Han Mi kowtowed: "It was raining and the road was slippery. I fell down and fell into the ravine!"

"What a coincidence?" Ji Shaoguang didn't believe him, "Kill him."

Regardless of whether this man is a spy or not, he cannot be left alive.What's worse is that if he is really a spy, even if he kills Huashan, he will still follow the direction of his search. The traces of his group will soon be exposed, and it will be like this if the house leaks and it rains all night.

Han Mi shouted that he was wronged and begging for mercy, but Ji Shaoguang ignored him. A Qingcheng disciple stepped on his waist from behind, pulled out a knife and was about to strike.

"Slow down!" A weak voice came, and Zhu Menshang looked and saw that it was Xie Gubai who came quickly after hearing the news.Seeing that Xie Gubai was soaked in the rain, Zhu Menshang rushed forward and pulled him into the tent, yelling: "Are you fucking crazy?"

Xie Gubai couldn't help coughing and bent down to look at Han Mi: "Are you a spy?"

Han Mi kowtowed repeatedly: "I'm really not a spy! I'm a carpenter from Jinzhou. I went up the mountain to find two pieces of good materials, but I threw my ax into the ravine!"

Ji Shaoguang frowned: "Mr. Xie, you are not needed for this trivial matter. He must be killed regardless of whether he is a spy or not."

Xie Gubai waved his hand to stop him, covered his mouth, looked at Han Mi, and asked in a very thin voice: "Where is your village?"

Han Mi's expression changed drastically.

More than 3000 soldiers quickly occupied Han Mi's village.It is a village of about a hundred people, but it has more than fifty dilapidated huts, most of which are more damaged than repaired. It is located in the mountains on the east side, only five or six miles away from the Qingcheng army's refuge. They do not look at each other, and are extremely hidden.

"How did Mr. Xie know there was a village here?" Ji Shaoguang was greatly surprised.

"If he is a spy, there is no point in asking that question. If he is not..." Xie Gubai covered his mouth and tried not to cough, "Then why did he go up the mountain in the rain? If there is no evil that he does not want to be known. If something needs to be hidden, that’s—”

"He wants to go home." Xie Gubai said, "His home is on the mountain, somewhere we don't know."

Han Mi really wants to go home. His home is in this small village on the mountain. Only the locals know that this village exists on the mountain, and only the villagers know where the village is.All the young people in the village went to Jinzhou to make a living, leaving only the elderly and a few children.Today, Han Mi rushed to help his father celebrate his fiftieth birthday. He went up the mountain in the pouring rain. The rain made the road slippery and the mountain road was steep. So he took a shortcut by taking a shortcut, but he didn't want to run into a Qingcheng disciple.

More than a hundred old people and children were driven together, and no one was left out. They were locked in three large rooms for a short period of time, waiting to be punished.

Qingcheng disciples quickly repaired more than fifty broken houses. Although the number was not enough to accommodate more than 3000 people, it was enough for them to take turns to avoid the cold.They used the kang to make a fire to keep warm. They didn't have to worry about the fire attracting the enemy's attention. At least they could sleep more comfortably tonight.

The next day, the heavy rain continued.

"The people from Huashan have come to this village to investigate before. They didn't find us at that time and they all left." Ji Shaoguang asked the villagers and told Xie Gubai, "The people from Huashan probably won't come again."

"Unless you are very unlucky." As soon as Xie Gubai finished speaking, Zhu Menshang pouted a few times: "Don't you fucking talk about luck, you are just an unlucky guy!"

Suddenly, a spy came quickly to report: "Report! There is... there is news, there is news!" He ran out of breath, as if his heart would jump out of his mouth when he opened his mouth.Not to mention the reporter, when he heard the news, even Zhu Menshang opened his mouth wide and was so nervous that his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest.

"Huashan has withdrawn!" the man shouted, "I saw Huashan retreating, retreating on the way back!"

If Ji Shaoguang hadn't ordered silence, the people in the room would have almost jumped for joy.

Although this heavy rain put Qingcheng in danger, it also troubled Yan Jiuling.The already narrow mountain road is even more muddy and difficult to walk. Although transporting grain from Hanzhong is theoretically easy, once it enters the mountains, the rugged roads make transportation difficult. Moreover, their more than 1 horses were originally going to collect grain and traveled along the river from Hanzhong. Next, we should turn back after arriving in Jinzhou. Now we have to waste food and grass here, Yan Xuting will not be happy.

It's not that he didn't make some calculations. Yan Jiuling estimated that Qingcheng didn't take too much baggage with them when they retreated, otherwise they would have been overtaken long ago. They didn't carry more than five or seven days of food with them. Now six days have passed and they haven't returned to Qingcheng. Not only could they not reach Hanzhong, they would all have to starve to death in the mountains.

But he was not completely reassured. He sent someone to recruit his son Yan Lizhang, and planned to divide three thousand troops to block the intersection to Jinzhou. He would set up a camp there and strictly guard the pass to prevent Qingcheng disciples from coming back.

So, in the hidden village not far away, Zhu Menshang stared at Xie Gubai, almost not believing in this good luck: "Guess which lucky star is blessing you? At this critical moment, Huashan actually withdrew its troops?"

Xie Gubai shook his head: "I can't guess."

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"It looks like it will rain for several more days." Li Jingfeng left a crack in the window for ventilation and turned around.Shen Weichen was sitting cross-legged, with his left hand raised and the two fingers pointing to the sky, and the palm of his right hand facing his abdomen. He used the three pure and supreme mental methods. After walking for three days, he slowly exhaled.

After recuperating for the past few days, Shen Weichen felt much more comfortable after sweating profusely yesterday.

"Okay." Amao bit a wild fruit picked from nowhere and said, "When she recovers, where are you going to die?"

(End of this chapter)