(2)
Time passed, and the two girls in the camp by the river had been waiting for almost a day and a night. Just at midnight at dusk, they saw a few scarred travelers walking through the dense forest beside the road.
Zhao Xiaomei was several feet away and counted the heads. She was surprised to find that only three people had returned, and she had already buried doubts in her heart. Later, after asking Zhao Kuo, I found out that while she was staying in the camp and dreaming of living in vain, many life and death events had already happened in another place.
In fact, Zhao Kuo, Bai Feng, and Murong Yan could have returned earlier. He was just afraid of the blood stains all over his body, so he didn't dare to cross the mausoleum city directly to the camp. In the end, they had to hide and take detours, which wasted a lot of time.
After the brother and sister exchanged a few brief words of greetings, the five people in the camp fell into a long silence with extremely tacit understanding.
Some of them were preparing dinner, while others were looking for a change of clothes. Even though there were only coarse grains and rice in the camp, there were only a few pieces of coarse cloth clothes that Su Qing used to "disguise".
The three people who had just returned washed their bodies with the water of the river and stream. At the same time, without leaving any traces, they threw the "bloody clothes" on their bodies into the fire and burned them to ashes, and then buried the ashes in the soil. Finally, they put on a few pieces of burlap clothes and sat quietly on a few short squats to eat.
It seems that they still need to rest for a night before they have the strength to continue on their way, but they don't know how long it will take for their thoughts to get over their sorrow.
After doing these things, they began to pack their luggage, planning to burn everything they could not take away before leaving tomorrow, which naturally included the large dome tent that provided them with shelter in the camp.
Several people took advantage of the nightfall to load things onto the carriage one after another. In fact, apart from what they originally carried, there wasn't much that could be taken away. Among them were the two swords left by E Feiying.
The swords had no names and no special markings engraved on them. However, it is small in shape, and the blade has a very small curvature. While it is powerful, it is also a bit delicate. Now, it is not only such a special and beautiful weapon, but also a relic of their special friend E Feiying.
Earlier, it was Zhao Xiaomei and Ajuan who brought the double sword back from Dongcheng Post House. Now after learning the news of E Feiying's death, Xiaomei once again held it in her hands to observe it, and her mood was completely different than before. different. However, she still had to ask her brother if he needed to bring such a thing.
"Brother, look, can I take these swords back with me?"
Zhao Kuo didn't notice what was in his sister's hand at first. He was just rummaging around for something and replied: "Didn't I just say that you shouldn't bring useless things to the carriage? The road ahead is getting increasingly difficult and steep. I'm afraid the carriage won't be able to carry us by then."
Before she finished speaking, the little girl walked up to Zhao Kuo holding the knife in both hands, looked at him sadly, and said, "Can I take it back..."
"Okay... take it back if you like it." Zhao Kuo said and sighed, and then looked at the young swordsman again.
I saw Bai Feng and Murong Yan sitting outside the tent around the bonfire. The former was playing with his gourd and drinking to himself; the latter was wiping away the blood stains on the Long Ming Sword and gently caring for the sword. Sword.
Seeing this, Zhao Kuo thought Bai Feng was in a better mood and drank heavily, so he joked: "Brother Bai, don't drink all my wine!"
"This...this is my gourd...burp...how much I drink is what I drink!"
"But I asked people to serve the wine. Brother Bai's gourd never contains wine?"
"Brother Zhao, don't worry, I will leave some... burps for you." The young swordsman seemed to be drunk and drunk. He stood up and danced, pointed at Zhao Kuo and shouted loudly: " Now, I finally understand why Master doesn’t let me drink! Because drinking... it’s so pleasurable! Hahaha... if people are happy, they won’t want to move forward and will be unhappy.”
After saying that, Bai Feng took another sip and said "good wine", then immediately took the Longming Sword from Murong Yan's hand, jumped to the side and played "Drunken Sword".
Suddenly the sword roared like a "tiger", and the young man's roar mixed with the pressure of the sword broke through the air, causing others to stop and watch. Suddenly, he accidentally pierced the dead tree trunk next to him. The sword got stuck between the branches of a tree and couldn't be pulled out for a while, so Bai Feng began to talk nonsense and curse into the air.
When the Miao girl Ajuan saw Bai Feng in such a drunken state in front of her, she couldn't help but sneer and said: "Oh, why do you look like this? He still drinks with such a capacity for alcohol, and acts rogue when he is drunk. If his sword stabs someone, then It’s incredible!”
"Just say less!" Zhao Kuo whispered from the side and said, "When I go and carry him back..."
"Slow down!" Ajuan took out a sachet from his crotch, handed it to the other party's hand, and explained: "Let him smell the fragrance of the herbs in it, and he can't make any more noise tonight!"
The two looked at each other and smiled, and Zhao Kuo went over and put the sachet between Bai Feng's nose. After a while, the young man fainted on Zhao Kuo's body, and there was a lot of curses in his mouth, and suddenly there was only murmurs. .
Later, Zhao Kuo carried Bai Feng back to the camp, while Murong Yan and her younger sister pulled out the Longming Sword stuck in the branches of the tree, then wiped it carefully before putting it back into the scabbard.
Almost everyone understands in their hearts why the young man who is usually extremely cautious in his words and deeds behaves like this, so they will not hold grudges about it. Instead, they will have some doubts about the young man's chivalrous heart because of this incident. gain a deeper understanding.
The farce here stopped and everyone gradually took a rest.
It was an eerily quiet night, and even the usual chirping of insects, birds, and movement in the wind and grass were hard to discern. On the contrary, what they heard most fascinatedly, besides their own breathing, was the breathing of others. Perhaps for the first time, they were able to realize how closely connected they were to each other.
It wasn't until the next morning, when the earth welcomed the first ray of sunshine from the sky, that gentle silence was broken.
Several people who woke up one after another woke up Bai Feng, who had been knocked out by the medicine and slept deeper than anyone else. He held his dizzy head and recalled last night's embarrassing things according to the words of his companions.
After that, Bai Feng just laughed at himself for a moment, explaining that it was because he thought the gourd was filled with water. Unexpectedly, the more he drank, the more drunk he became, and eventually it became a joke. Unfortunately, when he responded with a grin, the inexplicable pain in the corner of his mouth made him return to a state of extreme self-blame. He raised his hand and touched the wound. It was a mark, a memory, a beautiful woman, and among them, there was a promise that he would cherish for his whole life.
After burning the camp, they erased all traces of their stay here and finally set off.
