In the black stone tombstone, the two withered torsos seemed to have been drained of energy, leaving only two pieces of shriveled leather, while the red and dazzling blood stains slowly soaked into the soil along the surface, and finally mixed with the soil. The dust mixed into one thing, and at that moment the heart of the earth seemed to be beating loudly, but it seemed that the fresh and moist blood touched the heart strings.
The cold wind whistled and the cold moon shone slightly. Xiao Jing was walking alone in the desolate wilderness, but he didn't know how long he had been walking. He was suddenly stopped by a rope under his feet and almost fell to the ground. He looked at the grass on the grass in amazement. There were some tools and objects, and suddenly, a fishy smell floated into his nose, and he moved his gaze to a pit not far away.
"How can there be something here..." He was shocked and used the blade of a knife to lift up the black and red sweatshirt from the ground. Under the sweatshirt was a pile of dead bones. These dead bones didn't look like dry bones. There were actually There was still a little bit of flesh and blood on it, as if it had been eaten by wild beasts.
He walked a few more steps, and there was actually a robe underneath the pit. The robe was extremely short and looked like some children's clothes. "Have children ever been here?"
He walked around for a while, and finally had a terrible thought in his heart, "This is obviously not the robe worn by a child. Could it be that this robe is worn by a gravedigger, not the owner of the tomb?" Up?"
A thunderbolt, with a crack, fell from the sky. The cold wind made people tremble for three minutes, but another seven minutes of lightning came. If a person is not brave enough to see this scene, his life may be shortened. Here it is.
The bright sky was densely covered with several thunder patterns. The thunder patterns wrapped around the entire sky. As the thunder light flashed, it let out a wilting roar, Clang! There was another burst of thunder, which seemed to wake up the old man in the land.
Xiao Jing stood there blankly and murmured: "This situation and this scene are so similar to those in the dream. Could it be that the legendary myth is true?"
The thunderbolt fell as usual, but Xiao Jing found some grass and trees, lit the two robes and undershirts, and burned them.
On a cold night, the fear spreads like a bonfire. If a gust of wind comes, it can start a prairie fire.
Xiao Jing let out a long sigh and said: "This is the way of heaven, this is the way of heaven."
The crackling, crackling, crackling sound of the fire constantly exaggerates the solemnity and crispness in the air. It seems to be a fire sacrifice of life, and the sacrifices are those of those who have done evil. soul.
Xiao Jing glanced at the black tombstone and murmured: "This black tombstone must be some evil artifact. If this artifact falls into the hands of a treacherous person, it is certainly evil. If it falls into the hands of an upright person, it is indeed a treasure. , but I...how can I tell whether I am an upright person or a treacherous villain? But the woman I took in tonight..."
There is an old saying: "Speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao will come." This Cao Cao is a legendary hero who has been admired by generations. He is known for his arrogant words, "I would rather teach me to betray the people of the world than let the people of the world betray me." , mentioning this legendary god today, it is indeed the woman who was saved by Xiao Jing.
"Is General Xiao worried?" the woman said a little cautiously.
"Oh? When did you come here?" Xiao Jing said with a hint of displeasure on her face.
The woman cautiously said, "If you feel that the general is worried, you will always follow him behind him and walk softly, but the general will not notice."
"Hey, aren't you in danger? You can see that I burned those two pieces of clothing just now. Don't you have any fear in your heart?" Although Xiao Jing looked down on these women in blue and silk clothes, she still felt something in her heart. A trace of sadness brewed, and since this woman was a quite considerate person, there was inevitably a sense of pity and melancholy in her heart.
The woman whispered: "Ruo'er is only afraid that his reputation will tarnish the general's face, but he is not afraid of matters of life and death."
Xiao Jing sighed, looked at her blankly, and said, "Do you know why I saved you?"
Su Nuer shook her head and said, "Ruo'er doesn't know!"
Xiao Jing exhaled a breath of turbid air and said quietly: "Because you look like the person I loved when I was a child."
"Oh? General, do you want to share some stories with Ruo'er?" Su Nu'er lowered her head, and her long bangs covered her crystal clear eyes. There seemed to be a curve of spring water in her eyes, but she didn't know the spring water. It's cold and biting, but it's still docile and endearing.
Xiao Jing simply sat on the ground, hugged his head with his arms, and patted the grass beside him. He felt a little bitter in his heart and said, "Sit down. If you want to listen, I will tell you."
Su Nu'er nodded, breathing a little short, and said: "General, just tell me, Ruo'er is all ears."
"I don't know her last name anymore. The time of that young man is so precious, just like the clear water in the pool, with rippling blue waves, but I don't know if the water in the pool is still as clear as ever. What if it gets a little darker? The stain is probably just a jar of smelly water." Xiao Jing sighed, her eyes already sparkling.
"At that time, I was still young, and she was not in her prime. It was indeed the time when we were childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts. She was just like you, with a pair of eyes as bright as the stars, and a smile that was light but very profound. Warm, she is also a girl with a complicated temperament. She sat down with me and had a chat, but she was not as romantic and lively as her age at that time should be."
Xiao Jing simply lay on her back on the ground, so that the crystal tears were held in her eyes and could not flow out.
"I remember that I once called her Wan'er, but it was also because she gave me a celadon bowl when I was a lonely boy. The celadon bowl was beautifully burnt, and it matched her temperament. , I use that celadon bowl just to get some cold well water to moisten my throat, and I cherish it very much. I don’t want to use it to hold some food, otherwise it will stain it.”
Xiao Jing sighed: "But one day I broke the celadon bowl. At noon that summer, it was the hottest year compared to other years. When I was young, I loved to sleep soundly. When I woke up, I stretched out my hands to find the I had a celadon bowl in my mouth, but I stretched out my arm and smashed it to the ground with a bang. It’s ridiculous to say that. Ever since the celadon bowl broke, the distance between Wan’er and me has become farther and farther.”
"It's not that her feelings for me changed in her heart, but because her uncle was transferred to the border far away. From then on, this family has no chance to be with me anymore. They traveled north to the cold felt, wrapped their bodies in horse leather, and the fragments handed down from that time Thoughts, but they only doomed the final outcome of these soldiers, so after Gusu Wan'er left, my happy time ended here."
When he talked about the pain, the clear tears in his eyes flowed down his face unconsciously. He did not wipe them away with his hands, but waited for the long wind to dry them quietly, just like the tears in his heart. The scar, day after day, year after year, cracked, collapsed, became bloodied, suppurated, and then dried and cracked, until later he called the bleeding wound a scar, but never called it a wound again.
Holding a long sword in his hand, he climbed up from the ground and wiped his face casually. It was indeed some cold tears mixed with some white mist that dyed the vast night into a deep and deep state. Rough.
"Yoon'er, do you know the pain in my heart?" Xiao Jing stood there blankly, his face facing the light, but his back was dragged into the endless past by the darkness.
The cold wind blows tears, and the tears follow the wind. If the wind blows out, there will be no trace of tears. The heart is sad and hurts itself. Those are full of wind and cold, those with snow on the temples like frost, those with rustling wind and cold water, those ancient roads with deep hatred for horses, those The apricot blossoms fly away and all traces of people are gone, turning into a piece of wind and frost, the face is covered with frost, the snow turns to cold, it is as quiet as a mirror, and the trace of the heart disappears.
There is no intention to amuse the loneliness, but in the cold wind, there are two wanderers who rely on each other for warmth. He knows he is crying, but he does not know she is crying. The heart that has stopped suddenly becomes tense at a certain moment, and the flowing love The hot blood is like a gushing clear spring, making the person's heart feel extremely painful.
He smiled and said with a smile: "The past has dried up long ago. Who can remember the past? Let the past drift with the wind tonight."
She suddenly hugged him and cried, "Hanlang, Hanlang, do you know who I am?"
Xiao Jing's body stagnated. At that moment, his joints became so stiff. What should he do? Should he hug her? Should he look back? Should he wipe away the tears in her eyes? You shouldn't have called her softly: "Wan'er, it turns out you are always here."
The tears flowed unconsciously, and the pain in the bottom of my heart filled the atrium, and then some fresh pain appeared, and the blood became extremely fresh. The red wound began to ooze pus again, but it could no longer be scarred. , he already knew that the wound would kill him. If she could come back, if she could come back, he would be cured.
In the cold dark night, stars are all over the sky, but I don’t know when, those hidden stars blinked their eyes again, smiling at the turmoil in the world.
Their laughter was so pure and warm, not like the cold starlight at night, but like it was a green spring, the vegetation was full of life, butterflies and insects were playing in the flowers, and he was holding her hand. His hands ran happily in that field, and then told her about her future happiness and joy.
However, all this seems so weak and lonely at this moment. He and she are still two waves. When the tide comes, they will still disperse and scatter to the end of the world without a trace.
The cold wind whistled, wrapping around the person who was relying on each other for warmth. He gently pushed her away, combed the bangs on her forehead, and said softly: "You have been wronged all these years!"
She didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so she just stood there, letting the endless tears scatter her good makeup, and she suddenly hugged his back.
At this time, after having endured it for many years, she burst out crying in pain.
He gently stroked her back, as if to soothe the sadness in her heart, but was this possible?
There was a sudden anger in his heart, that kind of anger that could be extinguished and pierced through. "Who brought you into the army?" He didn't know whether to thank that person or kill that person. His angry eyes There seemed to be a wasteland in the light, and in the center of that wasteland, there were also dots of firelight.
She grabbed his arm and cried: "No more, no more"
She lowered her arms feebly and cried: "No more, Han Lang, when will the enemy be repaid? Now that we have met, let the past go with the wind, okay?"
But the pain in his heart did not allow him to do this. The more he saw her lonely face, the more painful his heart would be. This kind of pain would not let him go. If he forgave them, it would be equivalent to murder. Own.
He looked back at the black stone tombstone lying on the ground and thought in a low voice: "It seems that this black stone tombstone has no destiny for me."
He took her right arm and strode towards the army. This night was bound to become an indelible page in the history of Xiao Country.
The name of this page is "Fenghuo Opera Princes".
The wind rustled and the water became cold, and the brave man left and never returned. "I want all the soldiers in the army to go home with me!" The echo that exploded in the sky spread across the entire wasteland for a long time...
The cold wind brought about good times. He held up his crazy sword and stood in the wind, like a flag that could not fall down. The brilliant sparks reflected the entire wasteland withered and yellow. However, the lonely old eunuch had some means. His The robe was filled with wind, like a bat with a withered tail, supporting his body in the air.
"You bastard, your Majesty has already told me that if you are not destroyed today, my country, Daxiao, will never have peace." The old eunuch smiled slyly, and his shrill laughter seemed like he had drank thousands of lives. The butcher's knife is usually bone-cut and cruel.
A spark burst out from the old eunuch's hand with a clanging sound. The spark was sparkling and seemingly inconspicuous. However, it was this weak spark that set the wasteland on fire. The fire spread for three days and three nights. Annihilation is indeed the nectar from heaven that saves the lives of all sentient beings.
