After five or six days of walking from Wentai, we will reach Beiyan Daze.
It may have been snowing heavily for more than ten consecutive days, freezing the entire Daze to a solid state. There have been no monsters causing trouble in recent days. The entire North Yanze military camp is finally showing some vitality at this moment. Many soldiers came out of their tents to clean up. There was snow in front of the door, and the camp that had been crushed by the heavy snow was rebuilt to prevent the ghost sky from getting angry again and raining down falling snow. The military armor guarding Bei Yanze cannot be reduced to being frozen in the snow nest by the endless frost. It would be too oppressive to freeze to death instead of dying in the hands of monsters.
But no matter what, since the monster rarely calmed down for a while, many people breathed a sigh of relief. Yun Yiliang was no exception. He picked up the wine bottle at hand, wrapped himself in a thick cotton robe, and walked outside the camp. Although The cold wind is like a knife and can easily scratch your skin, but you have to go out to take a breath of fresh air while huddled in a military tent all day long.
"Hey, Mr. Yun, who doesn't touch his tail or move his nest, actually ran out of the tent for the first time today. I'm so happy to congratulate you." Yun Yiliang was looking at the Qianli Daze covered with old ice in trance, but there was another sound in his ears. There was a sound of teasing, but it never stopped.
"You, Mr. Qingping, are also wrapped up tightly, aren't you? Look, this kind of sky scene has to cover the brocade, just like the picky Yuxu in the pond." Yun Yiliang turned around and saw a person The short man was dressed to the nines, and he even wore a brocade coat on the outside and a cotton-padded jacket to hold up the brocade fabric until it was no longer visible. He even took a square step, really looking like he was lying on a field bank. A large turtle with a wide side.
Qing Pingjun stopped, obviously used to Yun Yiliang's outrageous words, so he did not get angry, but said cheerfully, "We have to wear these clothes as long as we can. Is it possible that we have to stay there until one day?" Die in battle and then dress up when you are thrown into the coffin? You are born with an empty fist, and after you die you spread your palms. Paper money is thrown into the fire all day long. After you die, you will be able to spend money like water?"
After finishing speaking, the two of them did not speak for a long time.
The heavy snow came as we approached the border, but we saw flying catkins covering the front, and the ice was as solid as the sea, and we didn't know how many miles away it was.
"Look at the road ahead. It's dark, full of demons and monsters." Qing Pingjun said, but he read out a play, shaking his head and head, with an unruly expression.
Yun Yiliang took a sip of wine. Although it was icy and refreshing, his throat was already extremely hot. He was about to say that you are a rough guy who only knows how to punch monsters, how could you still sing this melody of spring and white snow? He opened his mouth, but it was He couldn't help but continue to say, "Look outside the Great Wall, the jade flute is flying, and it is difficult to give up an inch of land, mountains and rivers."
Wu Gou chases the moon and stops.
The two men, covered in goose feathers, looked at each other and laughed.
It was Qing Pingjun who still spoke, but the hint of heroism that had just been revealed in his eyebrows immediately disappeared, and was replaced by flattery, "Old Yun, by the way, how much wine do you have left in your tent now? ?”
Yun Yiliang frowned, ignoring the snowflakes on his brows, and said angrily, "Who in the army doesn't know that you Qingping-Jun demands the most drinks every month? Do you think those ten jars of strong liquor are honey? It's not until the end of the month. It took almost ten days for you to drink it all, and you even shyly asked me for a drink. It was gone, and I was completely destitute. I only had this pot in my hand. If you want to drink it, I can wait until the beginning of the month. "
"Old Yun, how can you hide yourself like this?" Lord Qingping couldn't believe it. Yun Yiliang's work of arranging troops to resist the evil spirits in Daze was mostly done by Yun Yiliang. This little-known general among the Three Kingdoms of the West, even if all the monsters are out, and the mountains and rivers are exhausted, he will still have a few tricks left behind. In the face of a parrying battle, a man will definitely cover up his hidden moves with murderous intent running through the fields. When the situation is unclear, the strong wind and thunder will force the evil spirits back into the swamp.
This kind of city's character and ability to hide swords and hidden swords, if Qingping Jun believed that there was no wine in the account, then he would shout.
"There is really nothing to hide this time. If you are still suspicious, why not go to the tent and dig three feet into the ground by yourself. If you smell even half a breath of alcohol, I will not take even half of the next month's wine. I will give it to you personally, Mr. Qingping. Send it to the commander's tent." While the short man was stunned, Yun Yiliang grabbed the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth. He drank until he was satisfied and then handed the little half of the bottle of wine to the former, baring his teeth. He smiled and walked towards the military camp.
Mr. Qingping was left standing in the snow, looking at the half-pot of clear wine.
The two have known each other for a long time. No one in the military camp knows Yun Yiliang's temper and temperament best, except Lord Qingping. Although this man who came out of a village in the northwest was good at drinking, he never drank too much. When he was about to get drunk, he stopped on his own. In the past few years, no one in the military camp had ever seen Yun Yiliang drunk, or sleeping soundly in the tent. Most of them stood quietly in the tent, looking at the terrain map of Beiyanze, with their eyebrows knitted.
This time, it was the first time that he drank every bit of the drink.
"We have been friends for many years, what did you, Lao Yun, do to hide it from me?" The wine went into his throat, but it seemed tasteless. The snow fell apart like snow, and the pieces scattered until it spread into the big swamp. Qing Pingjun looked at the misty distance, Mo Jia When the current flows across the river, the clouds are as heavy as the night.
When the snow stops, it will probably be hard to stop.
Qing Pingjun, who had a pretty good temper in the past, tightened his tongue like a bent crossbow, pointed at the intersection of ice and sky, and spouted out three words one by one.
Yun Yiliang didn't care about how the man wrapped in luxurious brocade behind him wanted to humiliate the evil monsters hiding in the depths of the swamp. Instead, he walked around the soldiers' tents on his own to help. Two or three soldiers set up the collapsed tent and used their swords and scabbards to smash a lot of ice along the road to prevent them from slipping. He exchanged some dirty words with some soldiers who were out for a walk, and then returned to his tent to warm himself up.
The only sound was the burning fire.
The man spread out Zhang Shengxuan and fed the pen and ink, but it lingered for a long time. It was not until the ink blurred on the paper that he suddenly came back to his senses.
In the past few years, all the military reports have been written by Yun Yiliang alone. Counting on Qingping Jun's temperament that he would be unable to eat even if he smelled the smell of ink, he was afraid that he would never see any reports in the capital for a year and a half. Therefore, I had no choice but to let him ghostwrite it, but the words he wrote were solid. In just a few lines, the situation in Beiyanze could be fully explained. Although it is not full of literary ideas, it is still not satisfactory.
But now that the four treasures are ready, the man is still having trouble writing.
Regardless of his own difficulties, the only son in the family who went out to explore the world on his own seemed to be unqualified for his job. Counting the time, even if we go around in circles, I am afraid that my son is already close to the master's gate. Even though it is thousands of miles away, there is still a mountain that vaguely separates him.
It wasn't until the fire turned from high to low that the man unfolded a piece of new paper and carefully wrote the numbers on it.
Always do good deeds and never do small things.
Respect the teacher and follow the elders, then practice, and avoid thoughts that can be achieved overnight.
The man wanted to add a few more words, so he started writing the words, but then he slowly crossed them out and ended up hastily writing only seven words.
It’s very cold, so don’t forget to put on some clothes.
