On a winter night, the whole land is covered with a layer of white light.
It was heavy snow a few days ago.
Against the backdrop of the white earth, the stars in the night sky are brighter and clearer.
It seems that you can pick one off as soon as you reach out.
A hand raised high, a void grip.
The hand was retracted and put in front of him, and when he let go, there were no stars, only clouds of white gas floating.
This is the hot breath exhaled between the mouth and nose, which turns into white mist when it is cold, and the white mist rises, condenses on the eyebrows and mustaches for a moment, and the starlight mountain is broken and bright.
"This starry sky is so beautiful."
A hoarse voice said, the outstretched hand resting behind his head, and the snow creaked beneath him.
Under the starlight, this person was wearing a white leather jacket, and the whole person was lying in the snow and blending with the earth, if it weren't for those eyes as bright as the stars, he wouldn't have noticed it for a while.
"yes."
Voices sounded beside him, and the snow undulated, showing a figure of seven, seven, eight, eight.
"It's rare to see a starry sky like this."
"So the stars are so beautiful."
"At this time, you should recite a poem."
"You're."
"If only there was wine."
"Another roast."
The sound of laughter and laughter sounded chaotically, making this frozen cold night a little vivid, just like stepping on the spring to enjoy the snow, taking advantage of the winter night to enjoy the starry sky is also an elegant thing.
Suddenly, Shicai's hand was raised again, and with this action, the voice of speech came abruptly, and the heaven and earth instantly fell into dead silence.
There was a sudden sound in the dead silence, as if it appeared out of thin air, approaching instantly.
The horses' hooves kicked up the snow, revealing the hides wrapped around them.
It was the skin that silenced the sound of the horse's hooves, and it was not noticeable until it came closer.
This is a group of more than a dozen soldiers and horses, armor and helmets under the starlight, swords, guns, swords, halberds, bows and crossbows behind them flashing with cold light, even the speed of the horses on a snowy night has not weakened in the slightest, and suddenly the horse in the middle let out a neigh, and a long knife straight from the ground cut off the horse's front hooves.
The horse neighed and fell, and the man on it tumbled down, and before the man could get up, a long knife had already cut him off in two places.
Blood gushed out, instantly staining the snow red.
The whole procession became chaotic as men leaped up one after another from the snow, slashing at the cavalrymen with long swords and axes.
The shouts of nonsense, the neighing of pain, the neighing of horses, the originally cold land became noisy, but this noise was flying with flesh and blood.
A spear pierced a cavalryman, tearing him off his horse, and the spear was thrown away with the cavalry, and the attacking man had instantly picked up a broadsword that had fallen from the side, and slammed the scythe away with a whirl.
But in the end, because of the slight slip under his feet, he was struck in the neck by a throwing axe thrown by a cavalryman on the other side, and he screamed and threw himself to the ground motionless, and the blood stained the ground red and his white robe, and once again merged with the earth.
The battle was brutal and short, everything seemed to happen in an instant, and then ended in an instant, the horses were either killed or scattered, and as a long knife pierced the wounded man's chest without hesitation, the wailing also disappeared in an instant, and the silence of heaven and earth returned again.
The starlight was still there, but the ground was no longer as white as before, but there were bloody corpses everywhere.
There were golden soldiers, and there were men in white robes.
The bearded man crouched in front of a white-robed man, reaching out to touch his still open eyes.
"Boss."
A reminder sounded behind him.
The bearded man turned his head.
"Am I getting more sentimental now?"
he asked.
The men behind him paid no attention to him, or ripped off the weapons, robes and boots from the corpses of the golden soldiers, or lay on the dead horses and gulped for blood.
"Boss, hurry up, take a few sips and leave."
Someone said vaguely.
The bearded man shook his head.
"Life is about more than just eating and drinking."
He said, with a wave of the knife in his hand, he cut off a piece of horse meat, and stuffed it into his robe with blood, "and poetry and distance." ” He tilted his head and thought about it.
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"That's what she said, it's been so long that I've forgotten it."
The other men had already gotten up and casually wiped the blood from the corners of their mouths.
"Boss, are you sentimental and don't say anything, you are talking more than before."
A man said.
"Do you mean I'm a talker," the bearded man said unhappily, "How can I be a talker, we are getting more and more north, and we can't even see a person's hair, so it's easy to see, and I still have a mouthful of nonsense, I'm afraid that I won't be able to speak our words after a long time." ” The men laughed.
"Boss, you're really thoughtful."
They said.
The bearded man's eyes overflowed with a smile, with a smug look on his face.
"That's it."
He said, waving his hand, "Tonight, I saw a handful of good firewood and had a full meal, let's go." ” The group did not stop, and rushed north in the snow under the starlight, and slowly the figures merged with the earth and disappeared.
When the sun illuminates the land, it becomes noisy again as more soldiers and horses gallop in.
Their dark hats and helmets, bright red tassels, and snow-like mercury armor on their bodies, all of them were arrogant and full of arrogance, and they were the most elite cavalry in the imperial city.
They roared angrily at the sight of these scattered corpses frozen with the snow.
"It's these woodcutters again."
"How did they get it again?"
"Are our warriors so wasteful?"
"My lord, there are not many of them left, the snow covers the mountain, they don't even have a fire twist, they will definitely die."
"It's too cheap for them to die like that, they must die at our hands, skin and bones, and avenge the Great Emperor."
"Warriors, kill a woodcutter and knight."
With this shout, the golden soldiers roared forward, and the snow flew on the ground.
Everything in the heavens and the earth seemed to be covered with snow, even the mountains, rocks and trees, and the whole heaven and earth were like freezing.
But in this freeze, a snow-white lotus bloomed, as if it were a lake.
But in fact, it's steep cliffs.
A hand reached over and plucked the snow lotus.
Against the backdrop of snow lotus, this hand became more and more red and swollen, and there were frostbittens all over it, which was unbearable to see.
This action of picking snow lotus is difficult for such frostbitten hands, let alone holding the snow-covered stones with their hands.
The man was sticking to the smooth cliff, his body was tense, his expression was relaxed, and he slowly put the snow lotus under his mouth and nose and sniffed it, and his increasingly haggard expression appeared a little comfortable.
"It smells so good."
He said.
After saying this, the whole person fell down suddenly, as if he could no longer support the fall, but in fact, he cleverly climbed on the cliff and finally slipped to the bottom of the cliff safely.
"Look."
He held the snow lotus and shouted to the five men sitting around, "Be pretty." ” The five men looked at each other, and although they all looked haggard and their lips were chapped, they all smiled.
"Boss, why are you interested in flowers and plants again, are you really going to be a little girl?"
they laughed.
"You know what, it's a medicinal herb."
The bearded man said, carefully putting this snow lotus into the belt he carried, "There is a guy who needs this, and when he goes back and gives it to her, the debt owed by Lao Tzu will be paid off." ” He muttered about debts or something, and the others didn't care, but when they heard the word "go back", a trace of amazement flashed in their eyes.
Also, can you go back?
Although they all came with the intention of dying, they still want to go back.
The eyes of several people looked at the bearded man, watching him carefully and happily examine the leather bag containing the snow lotus, in fact, there was no need to pick the flowers of the cliff at all, it was a waste of not much physical strength, but the people who missed because of the snow lotus can bring spiritual comfort.
Thinking about it all the time, as if this person was right next to me.
Their smiles became a little sour, but the next moment their expressions were solemn.
"The gold thief is coming."
They said, and man leaped from the ground.
There were no knives and axes in his hands, only wooden sticks sharpened from broken branches.
But there was not the slightest fear in their expressions, as if they were holding a sophisticated weapon in their hands.
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"Then pull on a few more pads."
The bearded man said with a bit of idleness, moved his hands and feet, and made a creaking sound, "Let's work." ” Following his words, the five of them hid behind the rocks.
The bearded man stood on his own, his expression flashing a hint of amazement, and he looked down at the leather pocket at his waist.
"It's a pity, you unlucky woman, you can't get such a good thing."
He whispered, and the next moment he raised his head and regained his uninhibited expression, shook the long stick in his hand, and waited for the mountain pass cavalry to rush.
The noise outside was getting louder and louder, but no soldiers and horses rushed in, which made the few people waiting for the ambush look a little puzzled.
"I don't plan to fight again, I'm just waiting to trap us," one man said.
"These grandsons are so timid," said the other, frowning.
The bearded man listened with his ears pricked up, and his expression suddenly changed.
"No, it seems, there is Zhouyu."
He said.
However, it is not surprising that there are Zhou words, these Jin soldiers have also tempted them with Zhou language.
"No, this time, it's true, and a lot of people."
The bearded man said, his voice trembling slightly.
This trembling is not due to fear, but to some speculation.
Some impossible guesses.
The others also looked complicated, as if they wanted to get excited but were afraid that they would ruin their minds because of the excitement.
They never give themselves hope, because once they have hope, when the hope is shattered, they completely lose their will and are hopeless.
They remained on guard and hid behind the rocks until there was a sudden thud in their ears, and then the ground shook.
"Oh my day, this is not the Aoyama Army," the bearded man shouted.
But as soon as he was about to leap to his feet, he heard a rattling overhead, followed by heavy snow and rocks.
The others who were hiding behind the rocks didn't have time to move, and the falling snow instantly buried these people.
There was a bang and the valley fell silent.
Outside the valley, the noise and fighting were louder, and I don't know how long it took, everything was calm, and the sound of horses' hooves filled the valley little by little.
"Nobody."
A male voice said, with a little surprise, "Can't you hold it anymore?"
But the next moment, a hand jerked out from under the snow, and then a head shook out of the snow.
"I'll Go" The hoarse and angry voice drowned out the sound of horses' hooves and resounded through the valley.
"We didn't die at the hands of the Jin people, we were crushed to death by the heavy snow, this is really a big joke" And as he moved, someone else broke out, spitting snow and shaking their heads, but their expressions were full of disbelief and ecstasy.
However, the bearded man from before still looked angrily at the people and horses who came around.
"I said, why are you so stupid?"
He looked up, shook off the snow from his face, and saw the men and horses in front of him, and then his voice stopped abruptly.
The people in front of him dispersed, and a woman appeared in sight.
She was not wearing armor, but wrapped in a thick red cloak, and her white velvet hat almost covered her small face.
She was also looking at the bearded man who was still half buried in the snow, she looked very seriously, and swept his head and face inch by inch, and then frowned slightly.
"Zhu Zhan."
She said, "How did you get so ugly?"
Zhu Zan was furious and immediately jumped out of the snow.
"You woman has a problem with your eyes."
He shouted, "There is no better person in the world than I am." ” He jumped out, reached out and patted the snow on his body, and wiped his face indiscriminately.
"Come on, take a good look, I'm like this Yushu in the wind" Before he could finish his words, Miss Jun had already jumped off the horse and pounced, and jumped out of her hand to hug his neck.
Her movements were so sudden that Zhu Zan was stumbled and almost fell.
"Hey, don't think you're like this, forget what you just said."
He shouted, "Get up and take a good look, where am I ugly?"
Having said that, he didn't push the person in front of him at all, but reached out to hug it.
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"Take a good look."
He said again.
Miss Jun hugged his neck tightly and nodded heavily on his shoulder.
"I'll take a good look."
She said.
Zhu Zan didn't speak again, just hugged her tightly, I don't know if it was because her body was frozen stiff or unskilled, and her movements were still a little stiff.
I should have practiced a few more times, he thought to himself.
In the spring, the valley becomes more beautiful, but the atmosphere is a little tense.
A group of men looked at the girl in front of them with sad and worried expressions.
The girl was being taken to a tomb by a woman.
The girl seemed frightened and stood there motionless.
"Khan Qing."
Aunt Xiao stroked her shoulders and lowered her voice softly, "Your father's business, I asked Jiuling to hide it from you, you" Zhao Hanqing raised his hand to hold Aunt Xiao's hand.
"Mother, I want to stay here alone for a while."
Aunt Xiao hesitated slightly, but nodded in agreement.
She turned and waved her hand for everyone to leave.
"Sister-in-law, is this okay" Xia Yong whispered with some worry, "Niuniu was elated along the way and waited to see her eldest brother, the result" Aunt Xiao sighed lightly.
"I'm sure she understands."
She said.
Suddenly, Sister-in-law Xia snorted.
"Oops, Niu Niu picked up the knife."
She said.
These words startled everyone, and everyone stopped to look over, and sure enough, they saw Zhao Hanqing raising a long knife in front of the tomb.
Before everyone could react, they saw her swing her long knife and dance with a knife light.
Everyone was stunned, it didn't seem to be self-harm, but Zhao Hanqing quickly put away his long knife, picked up the bow and crossbow from the side, and without saying a word, ten arrows were fired at the trunk of a large tree not far away.
This was not the end, under the blank gaze of everyone, she took turns showing her spear and sickle.
"It turns out that she wanted to show her dad how good she is."
Aunt Xiao's eyes glistened with tears.
Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhao Hanqing in front of the tomb also breathed, threw the shield armor and spear aside, squatted down in front of the tomb, and looked at the three words Zhao Zhiyi on the tombstone.
"Hey, Dad, have you seen it, I haven't embarrassed you," she said, raising her eyebrows with a little interest, where is the slightest sadness, "I'm good enough, is there a blue better than blue?"
The words on the tombstone did not answer her, she looked at it silently for a moment, and then took out three sticks of paper wrapped in incense from her bosom.
"This is what Sister Jiuling asked me to give to you."
She looked at what she was holding and lit it with a twist of fire.
A puff of smoke came out, and the smell spread.
Zhao Hanqing looked at the three short incense sticks in her hand with a strange expression, obviously she was also curious.
"Sister Jiuling said, this is what kind of cigarette you mentioned in your codex."
"She said you didn't write too much detail, and she tried to do it, and I don't know if it's right." ” The more she smelled, the more curious she became, so she simply put it to her mouth tentatively, sucked hard, and immediately choked and coughed, squatting on the ground, sticking out her tongue and tears coming out.
"It's horrible."
"No wonder you said you could take another puff and die," she said. ” She said and put the three short sticks of incense in front of the tomb and looked at them quietly for a moment.
"Dad, you are very powerful, but Sister Jiuling is even more powerful than you."
She said suddenly.
When he said this, he jumped up and stepped back as if he was afraid of being beaten by the person in front of him.
With a little smugness in her eyes, she slowly retreated step by step, and finally turned around and ran towards Aunt Xiao with a smile on her face.
Behind her, three short incense sticks in front of the tombstone smoked and danced in the wind.
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