Mo Xing sat by the stove in the wing room, waving through the half-open wooden window and calling: "Hei Wa, come in and have a cup of hot tea to warm yourself up."
Entering the warm room, Chang Siguo grabbed the pot and refilled the half-empty tea bowl in front of Mo Xing.
Mo Xing admired Chang Siguo's sharp eyesight. The other guards were so stupid and clumsy that it annoyed him.
Pour another bowl for himself. Without waiting for Mo Xing to ask, Chang Siguo took the initiative to explain: "Mr. Ke asked me to go out tomorrow, saying that I would help him escort the goods to Guzhou Fucheng, and there would be ten people traveling with him."
As for the nonsense that Ke Fan recommended him to join the Yuanqing sect, let's not talk about it.
"It's not a good job in this cold weather."
Mo Xing didn't say much, so he turned to the topic of reading comprehension test.
After chatting for about a quarter of an hour, and after drinking a pot of coarse tea, Mo Xing wrapped himself in a thick cotton coat and a fur hat, and asked a warehouse soldier to accompany him and go out holding the account book. As usual, he didn't let Chang Siguo follow him. He was going The captain made a routine report on the camp accounts.
Chang Siguo practiced calligraphy for more than an hour and went back to his room. Except for Mo Xing, no one in the entire warehouse paid attention to him.
Spreading out the old maps he collected, he slid his finger south from the four desert cities on the border. More than a hundred miles across the wasteland area was the Cang River. There were many high mountains and ridges to the south of the Cang River, guarding the vast plains like barriers. There were many small towns along the way. Small town sign. After passing Mingzhou, the next one is Guzhou. Calculate the distance silently.
Chang Siguo's finger started from Sihuang City again, slid to the southwest, and finally stopped in Shazhou.
Only about 30% of the land in Shazhou can be lived and cultivated. The rest of the land is either Gobi or desert, and the conditions are extremely difficult. If you cross the desert, you will reach the border of Dachang Kingdom.
I ran my fingers around the Shazhou Fucheng area for a long time, memorizing the general path.
He planned to say hello to Master Ding in the kitchen at noon and help him prepare some dry food and bacon for the long journey. He also had more than a hundred copper coins left by Hei Dad to use, and Ke Fan arranged for food. He didn't dare to enjoy it carelessly.
No matter what tricks Ke Fan had planned to deal with him on the road, he left the military camp for half a day and entered the mountainous area. When it got dark at night, he quietly left and took another road toward the sandbank.
Then he thought again, why was Ke Fan so sure that he would not escape on the road, knowing that he was no longer stupid?
Can the benefits of empty talk really keep him from sending himself to Guzhou to be fished?
Or is Ke Fan planning to follow him personally?
Is his meager cultivation worthy of the other party going to war?
Feeling that something was wrong, Chang Siguo took out the envelope from his arms, held it up in the air, and examined it carefully according to the angle of the light.
Very common military-style envelopes, I saw several bundles in the warehouse.
Double-mounted thick paper, with a rough carp pattern printed on the front and back with engraving. There is a red frame in the middle of the front with text written inside. There are traces of the seal on the paint, which can be seen as the word "Ke Fan" Seal script writing.
After pondering for a moment, Chang Siguo found an iron needle from the drawer, poked two small holes in the upper corners of the envelope, put down the iron needle, and pinched both sides of the envelope into a bulging hollow shape.
For a moment, you can calm down the breath of bad luck and open up your celestial vision.
Close your eyes and focus on the invisible hole in the envelope. Your "sight" enters the inside of the envelope through the hole.
It was a very strange sight feeling. Chang Siguo carefully manipulated it and changed the shape of the envelope in order to observe what was recorded inside the folded letter paper. After about ten seconds, Chang Siguo withdrew his "sight" with a look of confusion.
There was only a piece of standard blank letter paper inside, with no ink on it.
The moment before he averted his gaze, Chang Siguo suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint light flickering on his left shoulder.
After thinking for a moment, Chang Siguo opened his clairvoyance again and carefully checked his whole body. He also checked the inside and outside of the envelope. Except for the place on his left shoulder where Ke Fan had patted him twice, there was no other abnormality.
Chang Siguo put down the envelope and rubbed his forehead with a trace of relief on his face.
The envelope handed to him was just a pretense to confuse him. The real trick was on his shoulders. Ke Fan was as cunning as a fox, so this was to deceive him into lacking knowledge.
Standing for a while to adjust his breath and burn incense to recover the lost energy, Chang Siguo took off his coarse cotton robe and placed it far away in the room. He opened his clairvoyance and scanned his whole body again. He did not give up until he was sure that everything was correct and he knew what he was doing.
In the middle of winter, the days are short and the nights are long.
It got dark early after dinner, and the huge military camp was shrouded in the howling cold wind. Except for the occasional sound of clappers, few people moved around.
Chang Siguo stayed with Old Mo in the guard wing to warm up over the fire and drink warm wine with a plate of fried beans. After Old Mo had talked happily and looked a little sleepy, he helped Old Mo back to his room to rest.
It's freezing outside, and there are guards on duty to patrol, so you don't have to worry about your mistakes.
He went back to his room and locked the door. He used a lame bench and a broken bowl to set up simple alarm devices at the door and windows. He read for a while, took off his old cotton robe, practiced Fuhu Jin for half an hour, and Muscles and bones move.
Pulling out the heavy sword, he jumped around in the narrow room, chopping, slashing, stabbing, and lifting, and danced until the sword's light was so sharp that the whole room was filled with chills.
The big light on the table swayed with the light of the knife.
Like a boat in a storm, it can capsize at any time, but there is always a ray of light hanging on.
Two-quarters of an hour later, with sweat steaming all over his body, Chang Siguo held a heavy knife in both hands, with a faint red glow on the blade, and slowly slashed at the light. When the tip of the knife was facing directly, a strong wind rushed over, five feet away. The lights outside suddenly went out, and the room fell into darkness.
Chang thought that after a slight exercise, the temperature around the body rose instantly, and the thin military uniform soaked with sweat evaporated and dried in a few breaths.
After four months of hard training in the fighting room, his body and sword skills have greatly improved in detail.
Putting the knife back into its sheath and placing it at a convenient location on the bedside, Chang Siguo sat cross-legged on the bed and entered into a state of health cultivation.
The warm breath in the Dantian of the lower abdomen is as big as an egg, condensed as thick, and guided by thoughts, it spirals like grinding, slowly quenching the impurities in the breath, and there are also wisps of breath, exhaled with the breath, flowing like a stream in the meridians Continuously absorbing external energy and nourishing Qi and blood throughout the body.
Unknowingly, the whole person entered deep cultivation, and the smell in the room was so lingering that it was almost inaudible.
"...Boom, boom, boom..."
"...Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
Chang Siguo suddenly woke up from his practice. He circled his hands toward each other and performed Qigong Condensation Technique to calm down the slightly disturbed breath.
After listening for a while, a rapid alarm bell sounded in the distance, mixed with a faint scream.
He got out of bed, put on his cotton robe, tightened his belt, neatly tied the dagger with sheath on the outside of his left leg, reached out to grab the weapon, slid to the door in one step, kicked the inclined bench to the side of the bed, and opened the door with a latch. He took a few steps to an open space to check what was going on outside.
The sky in the northeast was filled with flames, and the entire military camp was alarmed.
The wind was howling outside and there were scattered snowflakes flying.
The sound of shouting and killing alarm bells was mixed with the cold night air and came here.
Something really happened.
