Zheng Xiuming secretly inquired among the Zheng family's army for three days.
At first Zheng Xiu thought Feng Bei was lost, and an inexplicable uneasiness lingered in his heart.
But later, Zheng Xiu, the scout sent by Zheng Haoran, looked familiar from a distance. The fluttering pony tail swung around, catching him like a fishhook. On a snowy and windy night, Zheng Xiu sneaked out of the camp and stayed in the wilderness for two hours before finally catching the black-clad scout.
Under the moonlight, Zheng Xiu jumped out of the snow like a hungry wolf.
The masked scout turned and walked away.
"Honey, stop!"
Zheng Xiu shouted, stepped forward and grabbed the scout.
Before looking at Zheng Xiu from a distance, he was still a little unsure. When Zheng Xiu looked at the other person's back, Zheng Xiu recognized the undulations wrapped under the tight clothes at a glance.
Who could be more familiar than him?
After Zheng Xiu caught the other party, he pulled off the scout's veil.
Feng Bei stood there at a loss like a child who had done something wrong.
"How long have you been here?"
Zheng Xiu held Feng Bei's hand tightly, feeling like he had lost something and found it again.
"it's been a while."
Feng Bei lowered his head and answered honestly.
Zheng Xiu's eyes narrowed: "Are you hiding something from me?"
"No."
Feng Bei shook his head and his voice suddenly calmed down.
"You knew already?"
After a moment of silence, Zheng Xiu suddenly asked.
Fengbei didn't answer.
"You know."
Zheng Xiu sighed, Feng Bei did know many of his secrets, and also knew that he had returned to Baili Village twenty years ago as "Zheng Shan", performed good deeds every day, and rescued her.
But what Zheng Xiu never told Feng Bei was that the changes brought about by the node "Bai Li Village" completely changed the world.
Ye Weiyang, strange people, strangers, and mysterious cases all happened because of Feng Bei's life.
Zheng Xiu didn't want to make Feng Bei feel uncomfortable, so he didn't explain the matter clearly.
Feng Bei frowned slightly and asked, "What do I know?"
"Don't try to deceive me." Zheng Xiu held Feng Bei's hand and walked back domineeringly: "Anyway, now in the ghost world, listen to me, neither you nor the monk should act rashly. By the way, where is the cat?"
"Okay." Feng Bei still wanted to say something, but helplessly let Zheng Xiu hold on to him.
Bo~
The orange cat emerged from Feng Bei's bulging chest and waved its paws lazily.
Zheng Xiu nodded numbly, and found both the man and the cat.
Zheng Xiu was not surprised that the orange cat was hiding there. After all, it looked a little wrong from the outside.
While walking back, Zheng Xiu and Feng Bei saw two huge rocky mountains like giant mushrooms.
It was behind the "mushroom" that the army was encamped.
When approaching Mushroom Mountain, the monk was already sitting and waiting under the umbrella of a mushroom stone.
The monk looked forward to it under the mushroom.
He stared at Zheng Xiu, who was followed by the black-clad scout who looked like a frustrated little daughter-in-law. He was dumbfounded: "You were caught?" The next second, the monk realized that he had spilled the beans, so he covered his mouth and looked at the moon: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."
At this time, a dark cloud happened to cover the moon.
"I'm talking about monk," Zheng Xiu stared at the monk expressionlessly: "Do you know that you can easily betray your inner thoughts with a small move?"
"ah?"
Zheng Xiu made a bald head gesture: "When you are confused and when you are lying, you will rub your head clockwise when you are confused and counterclockwise when you are lying."
"No, little monk! Little monk never lies!"
The monk's face was full of righteousness and he denied it. His right hand subconsciously moved counterclockwise on his head.
Feng Bei silently pointed to the monk's hand.
The monk turned his head and froze.
"you……"
Zheng Xiu looked at the two of them. He was a little angry at first, but then he couldn't get angry anymore, and felt a little helpless in his heart: "How long have you been here?"
"Xiao Monk didn't lie about this!"
The monk quickly raised his hands to prove his innocence.
He didn't think about it at this moment.
Zheng Xiu looked at Feng Bei at this time.
Feng Bei stepped forward and stretched out his hand to gently rub away Zheng Xiu's frown: "Don't be like this, we also have good intentions."
"You don't know the stakes!"
Zheng Xiu almost squeezed out this sentence through his teeth: "This is the 'ghost of the past'!"
"Young monk knows." The monk clasped his hands and said leisurely: "The reason why ghosts are called ghosts is because they are mysterious, changeable and unpredictable. Now the three of us have traveled through the past and returned to General Zheng Haoran twenty years ago. In our time and space, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity..."
"What the hell are you!"
Zheng Xiu's face became a little more irritated: "Someone reminded me that 'life cannot be repeated' and 'live and cherish it'! I am now a ghost whose body has entered the past. I cannot confirm whether everything will be the same once I die." Reset... Moreover, according to history, General Zheng Haoran traveled northward and penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians. In the end, no one survived. Only a crazy national preceptor escaped back to the imperial city and said something crazy... But who of you saw the national preceptor? ? The history of this ghost has changed! Because the three of us joined! I asked, Zhu has already gone back with the emperor. In other words, if according to history, everyone is also in the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians. If it is destroyed... no one will pass this story back! No one knows what exactly happened here!"
"Without Zheng Haoran's achievements, Zheng Haoran's death in the Northern Barbarians would have been in vain! And Zheng Haoran's son, I, would not have been posthumously named Zhonglie Marquis. Without the convenience of status, there would be countless variables in my self-made history. , If you don’t become the richest man, you won’t be framed, and if you won’t be framed, you won’t...”
Zheng Xiu deduced quickly and spoke with almost no pause. At the end of the sentence, Zheng Xiu's breath stopped, his face changed, and he changed his words: "In short, every ghost has an ending, a destination, a way to survive, and a way to escape! Just treat this place as a mission. If my guess is correct, we only need to survive, witness this history, and become the ultimate 'those who tell history,' and then we can leave."
Feng Bei and the monk looked enlightened and nodded at the same time.
"Do you understand everything?"
Feng Bei and the monk answered honestly: "I understand."
"It's good that you understand. Anyway, don't act rashly. Listen to me even in the ghost world. I'm familiar with the ghost world and know how to break it." Zheng Xiu stared at the monk's hand and saw that he didn't have any confusion in his head. Then he was satisfied and turned around to sneak towards the military camp. Li Zao: "Go back quickly, madam, and continue to inquire about information for my father. Monk, you continue to cook as a gang leader. Don't make my father suspicious."
The orange cat stretched out its paws and made a "get it" gesture.
After Zheng Xiu left.
The monk and Feng Bei watched quietly as Zheng Xiu's figure disappeared into the darkness.
The monk clasped his hands together and closed his eyes: "Brother is really a gentle person."
Feng Bei also smiled: "Yes."
At this time, the monk finally couldn't help but touch his head with his hand and showed an honest smile: "Brother is afraid that we will feel guilty, so he just said that if we change history, he will not be the richest man."
As he spoke, the monk staggered, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the snow.
Feng Bei's hand held an ominous look and he didn't dare to hold it. She looked worried: "Brother, your feet..."
"It's not a problem." The monk grinned: "Hey! It's really not a problem, as long as you can walk. Yes, you said that my eldest brother was smart and smart when he was a child, but is it true?"
Feng Bei closed her eyes and recalled the scene when she saw Zheng Xiu as a child in Zheng's house.
After a moment, Feng Bei's eyes were as tender as water, and he smiled slightly: "When he was a child, he was very quirky... Heh, he called me sister. Madam is beautiful and gentle, I really want to call her mother."
"It's a pity that the young monk didn't have a chance. He was in the army as soon as he landed and never saw him."
The monk grinned in envy. He took off his boots and stockings.
The dark clouds that covered the moon moved away, and the moonlight shone down on the two of them.
The monk's feet were like glass, becoming transparent from time to time, as if they would disappear at any time. After a while, they gradually returned to ruddy and real.
Seeing this, Feng Bei took off his gloves thoughtfully. She looked at her palm, which flickered in and out of light and became transparent from time to time, and fell into deep thought.
…
"Report!"
"Enemy traces found ahead!"
"Small troop of cavalry!"
"It's Wolf Rider!"
As the army of thousands of people penetrated into the enemy's territory, about half a month later, the Zheng's army finally encountered the enemy.
There was no nonsense, no shouting in front of the battle. The encounter in the wilderness was far more barbaric and vulgar than Zheng Xiu imagined. As a scout, Feng Bei had sharp ears and eyes, and was gifted with special skills. He discovered the enemy's traces several miles away and reported back to Zheng Haoran immediately.
"Brothers, charge with me!"
The terrain was suitable. Zheng Haoran disagreed and launched a charge.
"Boy! I can't care about you anymore, Old Li, on the battlefield!" Old Li, who had always seemed submissive, mounted his horse and put on his armor as if he had become another person. He looked at the "bewildered" Zheng Xiu with sharp eyes: "At this time, don't always think about going back to fight. Kill one to make up for the capital, kill a pair to earn blood! Follow General Zheng, don't be timid, there is no losing battle!"
After some mental preparation, Lao Li shook the reins and charged forward.
In this era, strange people and strangers have not yet appeared on a large scale, and encounters in the wilderness are purely cold weapon wars. Zheng Haoran charged forward with one shot at a time. When the flag of the Zheng Family Army appeared in the Wolf Cavalry's sight, Zheng Haoran had already rushed into the enemy formation like a bolt of lightning, killing several people.
"So fast!"
Zheng Xiu also rode a horse, although he said he was unwilling to change history easily. But when things came to pass, Zheng Xiu saw his father rushing out like a reckless man, regardless of his brothers behind him, and couldn't help but feel worried. He kicked the stirrups desperately but found that he couldn't catch up. His father's horse was too fast.
"This speed is wrong."
Zheng Haoran rode forward and ran faster and more swiftly than the Wolf Rider. This outrageous charging speed made Zheng Xiu secretly smack his tongue.
Looking closely, Zheng Haoran and his mount seemed to be enveloped in a red mist. The neighing sound of his horses was also unusually loud, sounding like thunder in the distance.
"Is it a natural alien technique?"
Zheng Xiu watched helplessly as Zheng Haoran charged in. With a flick of his spear, he pierced the three or four cavalrymen on the Wolf Rider like a string of skewers. With a flick of his hand, he threw the corpses out. He jumped up and down, killing several of them with one shot. A few more were killed with one shot.
When the team behind them arrived at the front line, the hundred-man wolf rider was killed by Zheng Haoran alone. The few remaining people were so scared that they fled in panic.
"Fire the arrow!"
Zheng Haoran was covered in blood. He waved his hand with murderous intent and fired a volley of thousands of people, killing all the remaining wolf cavalry on the wasteland.
"It's too, too fierce!"
The monk carrying the marching pot on his back rode his horse in embarrassment and chased Zheng Xiu: "Your father is so fierce! How did he lose back then?"
Zheng Xiu was also a little confused. Now that Zhu's ritual was not fully effective, the alien's abilities began to appear in the ordinary world. As a natural stranger, Zheng Haoran was one of the three people who were targeted by Zhu twenty years ago. It is not surprising that he behaves like this. But the strange thing is that this performance failed.
"Wolf King?"
Zheng Xiu's eyes were bright and he looked towards the sky, in the direction of the holy mountain.
The Wolf King seems to regard Zheng Haoran as both an enemy and a friend. There may be a fight between them, and Zheng Xiu can finally witness with his own eyes what happened that year.
"Clean the battlefield! Guard the perimeter!"
Lao Li immediately stepped forward and asked with a bit of surprise on his face: "Old Zheng, did you drink medicine today? Are you so strong?" He looked at the corpses of barbarians lying on the ground with their chests pierced by a gun. , obviously Zheng Haoran's performance exceeded his expectations.
"Hahaha! If you can conquer a barbarian three thousand miles by drinking medicine, what medicine can't you drink?"
Zheng Haoran stretched out his fist towards Lao Li's head, and Lao Li punched his head back. The two fists collided without saying a word.
This short and urgent encounter made Zheng Haoran's blood boil, but for the other soldiers, before they had time to take action, Zheng Haoran cleared the battlefield alone.
Zheng Haoran dismounted and patrolled the army. The soldiers shouted "General Zheng is mighty".
When he walked to Zheng Xiu, Zheng Haoran took a few steps, then turned back, twirling his beard and looking at Zheng Xiu's face.
Zheng Xiu's heart skipped a beat and he cupped his hands: "General Zheng is mighty."
"Why do I always feel weird when these words come out of your mouth?"
Zheng Haoran raised his fist towards Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu silently recited "Heart as clear as ice" in his heart and bumped fists with Zheng Haoran.
This time Zheng Haoran looked calm and asked with concern: "Isn't it scaring you? Lao Li said it's your first time on the battlefield. It's your first time on the battlefield. You can be forgiven for being timid. But you've always been like this every time. , then it is absolutely necessary, sooner or later you will die on the battlefield."
Zheng Haoran took off the cowhide wine bag from his waist, which contained strong liquor. He took a small sip to warm himself up. When he was about to seal the bottle, he looked up and saw the "little soldier" who had a look similar to his own looking at him eagerly. Looking at himself, after a few moments of hesitation, Zheng Haoran threw the wine bag to Zheng Xiu.
"Your name is Zhang San, right? Here, take a sip, taste it, and be brave."
During these days in the army, as Zheng Xiu's status as a "recruit", it was difficult to find opportunities to be alone with Zheng Haoran. At this moment, Zheng Haoran happened to stop next to him and chatted a few words, but Zheng Xiu didn't know what to say.
Over the years, he had said many things to Zheng Haoran's tomb. When he had nothing to do, he would go burn two sticks of incense and chat about homely matters. But when Zheng Xiu had the opportunity to stand in front of the living Zheng Haoran, Zheng Xiu didn't know what to say.
Zheng Xiu took a sip. The taste of the wine was very weak. In fact, the wine had been stored in the cowhide wine bag for a long time. It was opened from time to time and had almost evaporated. There was only a little bit of wine flavor left, which was not considered a strong drink. It was just to satisfy his craving.
Returning the wine bag to Zheng Haoran, Zheng Haoran's face shook with pain. There was a sound of water inside, and he pressed the stopper again.
"My mother-in-law is usually very strict, and I can only take a few sips secretly when I'm out killing enemies."
Zheng Haoran hung the wine bag back on his waist, patted it and said casually.
Zheng Xiu was stunned when he heard this: "I...ahem, General Zheng is actually a strict henkeeper?"
“What is strict hepatic control?”
"That's... a person who is strictly controlled by his wife."
"Nonsense! We were treating each other as if we were guests." Zheng Haoran glared at Zheng Xiu with a stern look on his face. His eyes seemed to be saying, kid, be careful what you say, don't get plotted when you go out.
"I wonder what kind of person Madam is?"
Zheng Xiu looked at Zheng Haoran eagerly. The topic came up, and Zheng Xiu suddenly wanted to hear some gossip between husband and wife from his father.
"you……"
Zheng Haoran wanted to say that it was none of your business. Besides, family matters should not be made public. Why would you tell a soldier this? But for some reason, when the words of rejection came to his lips, Zheng Haoran accidentally saw Zheng Xiu's eyes that seemed to be shining, and his facial features with a strong sense of familiarity made Zheng Haoran's eyes wander for a moment.
"Come, sit here and let me, the general, chat with you."
General Zheng sat down in the snow, patted the open space next to him, and asked Zheng Xiu to sit down.
"Don't go around talking nonsense."
After Zheng Haoran sat down, he suddenly felt a little regretful and couldn't help but warn him.
Zheng Xiu nodded quickly.
Zheng Haoran smacked his lips again, took a sip, and told the story of his encounter with his wife through his drunkenness.
(End of chapter)
