Even on the first night after returning to Yuezhi City, Li Xiuyuan did not rest. He walked quietly towards the north of the city through the wind and snow.
Since there is a possibility of falling out with King Shan Yu, he must be fully prepared.
It was just like in the wild Ding'an City, but he was much more skilled now than then.
Since there are still five days left, he will spend two nights at the city gate, and the remaining two nights will be spent outside the palace gate where King Shanyu is.
Although Jin Buhuan made a guarantee to him, he just couldn't trust this guy.
The snowflakes in the sky are falling slowly, and the guards at the city gate have already got into bed. In this cold weather, what is there to guard?
Once the city gate is closed, everything has nothing to do with me.
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Li Xiuyuan seemed to have arrived at the south gate of Ding'an City. He held the inscription knife in his right hand and moved slowly on the black city wall, carefully feeling the touch of each stroke on the stone wall.
He carved very carefully, and with the movement of the tougher knife in his hand, the hard stone wall carved out horizontal and vertical runes that looked like works of art.
The fish scale-like lines on the stone wall have experienced years of wind, frost, rain and snow, and even with a vague rune, they cannot be recognized from a distance.
Not to mention that it was windy and snowy all night long, and by the time dawn came, it was no longer clear whether it was a stone wall or snowflakes.
Unlike the large formation in front of the grotto, the force of each strike of Li Xiuyuan was not very deep.
He only needed clear lines to form a simple rune in a plain way, and it was a one-time use, as long as he could leave quietly with Xiao Hei.
This rune will continue to be silent in the long river of time, until one day it collapses in the desert due to the power of time.
From the time when he passed the border at Xushi to the time when Zishi was approaching, Li Xiuyuan finally left the city gate.
There were no stars tonight, nor was there a snowy moon. Li Xiuyuan took a deep breath and quietly headed west of the city.
Back in the yard, the snoring of the little tiger and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard faintly in the distance.
Just as he was about to enter the living room to make a pot of hot tea to warm himself up, his spiritual consciousness heard Xiaohu talking in his sleep: "Sir, don't leave Xiaohu, they will kill me."
Li Xiuyuan felt a pain in his heart and murmured to himself: "Chanyu should listen to these words."
Silently, he lit the small stove on the table and carried a pot of snow water to add it.
After a busy night, as the temperature in the room increased, his heart could not warm up. I thought of the little tiger in my dream, but I didn’t know what to say.
He didn't know what Xiaohu had experienced?
In any case, such a young child should not be harmed, not to mention that as a queen, what kind of noble status does Yan have?
Regardless of the years and months to come, this side of the world would be flooded, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to what was happening before him.
If Fang Tiandao blamed him for this, he would rather take Xiaohu to the imperial city of Daqin and be prepared to be kicked away at any time.
Holding a cup of spiritual tea from the Tianshan Mountains, the sky is filled with snow and wind outside the door.
He sighed and murmured to himself: "If we were in the Imperial City, I could buy you a drink."
If anyone in the imperial city could watch the changes in the world with Li Xiuyuan over a pot of spiritual tea on a snowy night, it would be the master of the academy.
The master got up early and stood on the mountain looking at the imperial city. Behind him was Xiao Hei dancing his sword in the wind.
Since his brother went to the Great Wall, Xiao Hei rarely goes back to No. 47 Wine Shop.
Unless Shuzi went back with him to get a jar of wine for the teacher, he would stay on the snow-capped mountains to accompany the teacher.
Although Xiaoxue in the wind and snow had not yet found the key to killing snow, Li Xiuyuan taught him the art of drawing a sword.
At the moment, his sword draw is faster than Shuzi's, and faster than Zhang Liang's.
Looking at the Imperial City hidden in the snow and mist, the Master was silent for a moment and then said calmly: "Xiao Hei, I think your brother should come back from the Great Wall next spring. How is your swordsmanship going?"
Xiao Hei chuckled: "Wait until
When my brother comes back, Xiao Hei will definitely be able to chop off a snowflake. "
Master Fusu smiled: "What about your sister Shuzi?"
Xiao Hei thought for a while and replied thoughtfully: "Sister Shuzi is half thinking about Brother Zhang Liang, so I'm afraid she will be a little slower than Xiao Hei, right?"
The Master sighed and said, "It seems that what your brother said is reasonable. There is no difficulty in finding the right path, except for the choice. Since your sister Shuzi has Zhang Liang, her thoughts are naturally not as simple as yours."
While he was talking, Shuzi's laughter like a silver bell came from the mountain road: "Teacher, when do you think Brother Xiuyuan will come back?"
Xiao Hei shook his head and shouted: "Sister Shuzi, Xiao Hei has been practicing sword practice for a while."
"Don't worry, I'll cut the snow with you!" Shuzi did not follow Zhang Liang behind her. When she heard Xiao Hei's shout, she couldn't help but quicken her pace and walked through the snow.
The Master looked towards the far north and said quietly: "Come back, I won't come back."
Xiaohu, who got up early, was going to knock on Mr.'s door, but was stopped by Mrs. Yan who was standing outside the living room.
The attentive woman didn't sleep peacefully until Li Xiuyuan came back and opened the heavy door for him last night.
Since her husband didn't come back until midnight, she naturally went to prepare for entering the palace with Xiaohu. In the morning, she wanted to let her husband sleep a little longer.
After not seeing her son for a long time, Mrs. Yan wanted to cook him a delicious meal, so she asked, "I'm afraid you won't be able to spend the winter solstice with your mother. What do you want to eat? We can celebrate the festival first."
Xiaohu nodded and said with a smile: "On the day of the winter solstice, sir, I will take me to see the Shanyu. It is estimated that after the fight, I will have to go back to the grotto. That is the safest place right now."
The Yan family naturally knew that although the courtyard was safe, it could not withstand the siege of the army.
If Mr. Xiaohu and Mr. really started fighting with someone, they would naturally fight their way out of the city and towards the grotto.
The Yan family will not doubt your husband's ability. Even those old guys from the Xiongnu Dynasty combined, I am afraid they are no match for your husband.
Not to mention that the husband has to put a lot of thought into preparing in advance.
Xiaohu thought for a while and shouted: "Xiaohu hasn't eaten roast mutton for a long time. Mom, ask my sister to buy it back. Xiaohu has money."
When Mrs. Yan heard this, she couldn't help laughing: "Your husband already gave us a lot last time. We won't have to worry about food and clothing for decades to come."
Xiaohu then remembered the money bag he had given him last time, so he stepped forward and said a few words.
Mrs. Yan touched his head and sighed, smiling: "Sister will naturally give it to me. If they don't have money to spend in the future, why don't I give it to them too?"
"Sir, he has done a great thing, something that even Shan Yu could not have imagined."
Xiao Xiang grinned and said, "The swords and weapons of the vanguard generals were all melted into molten iron and made into a large incense burner, which was placed at the feet of the Bodhisattva."
Xiaohu's unintentional words shocked the Yan family.
Smelting the weapons of thousands of people and recasting an incense burner, I am afraid only Mr. has such ability.
After thinking about it, Mrs. Yan took Xiaohu's hand and said, "Before spring leaves, I have to go to the grotto to burn incense for the Bodhisattva and see where the miracles sir have created."
"It's a miracle."
Xiaohu thought about what the fat monk said and couldn't help correcting him: "The great monk said that you are a god."
That's right, in Xiaohu's heart, Mr. is a unique god in heaven and earth.
That night, Xiaohu did not eat the roast lamb that he had longed for, but he tasted something delicious that he had never tasted before.
Because when the master and apprentice went to the market last night, Li Xiuyuan bought a lot of spices.
It happened that Mrs. Yan had someone buy half a sheep, so she started cooking hot pot.
Two pots of meat were cooked in the yard, one pot for five servants, and one pot for Li Xiuyuan and three people.
Before Xiaohu started eating, the maid outside the door rushed in, looked at Mrs. Yan and said, "Madam, this is poison, you can't eat it." After saying this, her little face turned red, and she shouted while exhaling.
The little tiger didn't believe it, so he picked up the sheep that his mother had put in his bowl.
After taking a bite of the meat, he screamed: "Sir, this is poison, you can't eat it."
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Eat this piece slowly and carefully before talking."
Not surprised, he ignored the expressions of the maid and Xiaohu, picked up a large piece of mutton, and ate it slowly.
Yan didn't believe it, so he ate a piece and was about to spit it out.
Xiaohu roared again: "Mom, it tastes so delicious, don't spit it out. Eat it slowly and wait until you finish."
After saying that, he looked at the maid and laughed: "Sister, if you don't think it tastes good, I will bring it to Xiaohu later."
The maid blushed, turned and ran to the outside of the living room, shouting as she ran, "Sister, wait a minute, I want to eat too."
Li Xiuyuan looked at Xiaohu and Yanshi and said: "The desert is cold, and a pot of hot pot in winter is considered delicious. I will write this spice to you later. If you want to eat it, you can make it yourself."
Mrs. Yan served Xiaohu some vegetables and said with a smile, "I didn't expect that Mr. Xiu is so advanced that he can cook so well. Xiaohu and I have never tasted it."
Xiaohu chuckled and said, "Go back to the grotto and Xiaohu will cook another meal for the great monk."
After eating half the pot of meat, Yan looked at Li Xiuyuan and asked nervously: "Sir, are you ready for entering the palace? Is there any danger?"
Li Xiuyuan shook his head: "Now that I have decided, I naturally have to be fully prepared. Can we wait for them to make things difficult for us?" He gently put down the bowl and replied calmly.
Xiaohu said softly to Mrs. Yan, "Mom, sir, don't worry about me while you are here."
Looking at Mrs. Yan's frown, Li Xiuyuan sighed, dipped his hand in a drop of wine, and slowly drew a castle on the table.
After a while, another arrow was drawn in the castle.
Mrs. Yan was about to speak, but immediately shut her mouth. In just a moment, she understood Li Xiuyuan's intention.
In the eyes of others, the palace is like an iron barrel, but in the eyes of Mr. Wang, it only needs an arrow.
Perhaps an ordinary iron arrow could startle the imperial city and give King Shanyu a headache.
Before Xiaohu finished eating, Li Xiuyuan got up and went back to the house to rest. He wanted to sleep for a while before continuing to complete the rune outside the city at night.
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan left that Mrs. Yan said quietly: "Xiaohu, you are right, sir, you are a god." He took out a hand sticker to wipe the oil stains from the corners of Xiaohu's mouth and said softly.
"Well, sir, of course he is a god, otherwise how could he make such delicious mutton?" Xiaohu said with a smile.
"I can't wait for spring to bloom."
Yanshi said quietly: "Mom and my two sisters will go to the imperial city of Da Qin with you."
In her opinion, only by staying away from this temperatureless royal city could her mother and son have a quiet environment to live and study. qδ
Not to mention, Xiaohu will continue to practice with Mr.
After thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh at myself and said, "Even if I beat your father to death, he wouldn't have thought that we would meet a god-like gentleman in the desert and teach you unparalleled cultivation, right?"
Xiaohu nodded solemnly: "Xiaohu will never leave his mother in this life."
Mrs. Yan's heart ached, and she gently took her son into her arms and comforted him: "Don't be afraid. I guess your husband just wants to go to the palace to see what some people look like, so that you can remember your enemies."
Xiaohu raised his head from her arms and said reassuringly: "Mom, don't be afraid. You haven't seen the vanguard general with a thousand men and horses, and not even a single bone can be found. The gentleman said that they were all used as fertilizer on the mountain."
"Really?" Mr. Yan was shocked. It's not terrible to kill thousands of people. What's terrible is that not even a single bone was left behind.
Not to mention that those swords would make an incense burner.
Year after year, I went to the grotto to burn incense and meet the people of Foyue Branch City. I am afraid that one day, on the winding mountain road, thousands of Shan Yu's troops were killed.
And the cause of all this was because someone wanted to kill his mother and son.
I am afraid that King Shanyu will have to bear the responsibility for this reincarnation and cause and effect.
