When it came time for dinner, the woman heated up milk tofu for her and put it in an earthen bowl with thin rice porridge. When Qiong Yi was thanking her, the woman's children were already rushing to eat. When they saw them moving, Qiong Yi's Only then did the vigilance subside.
The milk tofu was delicious and unexpectedly delicious. Seeing that she liked it, the woman added more for her. Qiong was also a little flattered and thought to herself: The Rong people are not as cruel as the coachman said before, but are much warmer and kinder than imagined.
At night, the wind howled outside the house, and the woman left a space for Qiong Yi on the Tukang. She hugged her two children and sang softly. Qiong Yi lay on the outer edge, listening to this song mixed with The song of Fengercaoer makes me feel at ease from the bottom of my heart.
Before I was abandoned, would I also be held by my father and mother like this, singing songs?
Qiong Yi turned his back, half curled up, and hugged his arms tightly.
The next day, before dawn, Qiong Yi woke up early and saw that the woman and children were sleeping soundly. She left a little silver on the table and left quietly.
After a night of snow, it was cloudless. As the sun got higher, Qiong Yi had already arrived at the next village. She chatted with the local villagers and asked about the specific location of Guma Rock that was not marked on the map. She asked several people, but no one suspected that she was from China. Qiong Yi almost mistakenly thought that it was because he had learned the Ximo dialect to the point of proficiency, or that he looked like a Rongren himself?
Qiong Yi thought silently as he pinched the braids on his shoulders.
A group of traders who asked about it said that they knew where Gumayan was, and they were willing to let Qiong Yi go with them.
So Qiong also joined the group, mounted a camel, and walked slowly in the sand.
The wind was still very strong today. She held the reins and looked at the snowflakes accumulated on the sand. The sun shone on the snow, shining brightly. The camel stepped on the sun one step after another, and the people in the team said that she was getting more and more excited. The familiar voice, the sound of wind passing freely between the turban and the ears, was a bit pleasant, and the sky and the earth seemed more empty and distant. For a moment, Qiong also felt as if she should belong here.
After this idea emerged, she was shocked by herself, and then she knocked on her head: What are you thinking about?
Soon after, the number of dead grass and shrubs on the ground began to increase, and by the time it got dark, they had arrived at a grassy field. The bearded man at the head said that they would camp here to avoid encountering wolves at night. Qiong also took the initiative to help and set up the bonfire, but the people in the team treated her as a child and asked her to sit aside and wait for the hot pancakes to eat. As they set up the tent, they said: When spring comes, there will be a patch of water plants here. Plump grassland.
Qiong Yi sat by the fire, heated up her own dry food and distributed it to them. They did not refuse, took it over with a smile, and told them that a little girl like her should bring someone to accompany her when she is out alone. Qiong Yi didn't reply, just pursed her lips and smiled. Rong women were also quite bold, and they gathered around the fire to eat meat and drink wine with the men. They were all elderly people, and only one of them was similar in age to Qiong Yi. After questioning a boy and girl, I found out that they were only thirteen or fourteen years old, but they were already a couple.
Qiong was also a little sad. In China, women could not marry until they were hair-haired, and men had to wait until they were hair-grown to marry. This was completely different from the customs of the Rong people.
They talked about doing business and said that since the king decided to fight for the land of the five tribes last year, business has become difficult. However, with the king swearing to protect themselves, the common people could live a peaceful life without joining the army in large numbers.
This was the second time Qiong Yi heard the phrase "The King swears to protect himself" from a soldier. She didn't understand what this string of syllables meant.
With doubts, she asked the boy and girl: "'The king swears to protect himself', what does it mean?"
The young man looked at her in surprise, the expression on his face seemed to say: Don't you know this?
Seeing Qiong Yi's purple eyes again, he replied: "This is the blessing that your Majesty bestows on our soldiers. With it by our side, our soldiers will be invulnerable to both heaven and earth, displaying their divine power."
Qiong Yi is still puzzled, why does this "blessing" sound so weird? Is there really such a "blessing" technique in the world? That kind of blessing spell only exists at the level of blessing, right? Will the blessing of Rong people have such a miraculous effect?
No matter how amazing the boy said it, she still didn't believe it.
*
Yize, Sujiafu.
Counting the time to send the letter, the time to travel, and the time needed to unblock Daze, Sheng Xuanyuan and the others have been waiting for Qiong Yi for seven or eight days, but they have not received any news. There was no sign of her.
These days, Sheng Xuanyuan and Yan Tingshen are staying in the mansion as guests. Yan Tingshen can see Su Mingxiao from time to time, so he is not in a hurry to enter the forbidden place to practice; Su Ye is accompanied by friends and often discusses with each other, so he is not in a hurry; Sheng Xuanyuan is When Qiong comes, there is no need to rush. In the end, the most anxious person was the clan leader who had opened the seal of the forbidden area. He urged them to enter "Chuanze" as soon as possible every day, otherwise no one could tell how long they would stay there.
On this day, at the urging of the hall master, Su Ye sighed and said, "Can't you wait? It's been more than a month. If Qiong Yi could come, he would have come long ago."
Although Sheng Xuanyuan didn't say anything, he already acquiesced.
So, under the leadership of Su Clan Master, they headed to the so-called "Chuan Ze" forbidden area.
Kawaze seemed to be in my house. The longer he walked, the sparser the houses in front of him became. The sky turned pale. It was impossible to tell what time it was. The mist began to fill the air around the three of them, and it became thicker. When the hall master stopped When I stepped down, there was no road in front of me, but an endless lake.
It is said that the horizon cannot be seen, but in fact it is not accurate, because the surface of the lake is shrouded in white mist, and the water mist is condensed in one place and cannot be dispersed at all, and there is not even a trace of wind.
There was a person standing on the shore, and the hall master bowed to him: "Sect master, he has been brought here."
Su Min said, "Just step back."
"yes."
Meeting Su Min again, Sheng Xuanyuan didn't dare to look at him. Because of the experiences his father told him at that time, and seeing Su's father's current appearance, he felt guilty or couldn't bear it.
Su Min glanced at the three of them, his eyes resting on the still unfamiliar Yan Tingshen.
Su Min had actually heard of this man's name. After all, except for the incident caused by skipping school and seizing the sword, Yan Tingshen had never been ranked first in the year-long academic assessment. He was very knowledgeable and well-known.
Moreover, in recent days, this boy has frequently taken the initiative to meet his daughter, which also makes him, a father, very troubled.
Now that I saw a young man with both talent and appearance, he was much more pleasing to the eye than Sheng Zijing. Su Min's desire to interfere in the affairs was temporarily restrained.
What surprised him was that the little girl named Lu didn't come.
Su Min raised his hand to show the water behind him: "Now that everyone has arrived, let's step into Chuanze."
Sheng Xuanyuan looked at the water. It was far away just now, and he felt that "Chuanze" was a pool of water. Now that I got closer, I saw that it was a large swamp, and I was amazed that there was such a lake hidden in the small area of Sujiafu.
There was a long and narrow bridge by the water, which stretched in twists and turns, and its end disappeared into the mist. It seemed to be the entrance to the forbidden land. Su Ye took the lead and said to them: "Let's go."
Seeing Su Ye striding towards the bridge, Yan Tingshen followed closely, Sheng Xuanyuan hesitated for a moment, then followed them deeper into the fog. Above the long bridge, the water mist rises, as hazy as a fairyland. The water in Daze is as clear as a mirror. Looking down, it looks like a piece of emerald, without waves or waves, and I don't know the depth.
The fog around him became thicker and thicker, until it weaved into a white net, completely covering everything in it. After walking for a long time, Sheng Xuanyuan could no longer see the embankment behind him, not even the water under his feet. The bridge was filled with mist, and everything seemed to tell him that there was no way out.
Meanwhile, the road ahead is white.
Sheng Xuanyuan could no longer see Su Ye and Yan Tingshen clearly in front of him. He could only vaguely sense that they were both there and asked, "Su Ye?"
"I'm here. Where are you, Yan Tingshen?"
"I'm next to you."
From the sounds, the three of them were very close, but they couldn't see each other's faces clearly. They could only vaguely catch a figure standing next to them.
Sheng Xuan was wary, ordinary mist would not be so strong, but this seemed to be just ordinary water mist, not miasma.
Before entering Chuanze, Su Ye once told the two of them that it was normal to see strange and strange things in the secret realm. But the breath inside was mixed and complicated, including demon breath and ghost breath, and there was no wind or sound.
It's so quiet.
Apart from their voices, there was no sound around, and it was so quiet that it made people feel panicked.
"It's okay." Su Ye said, "Just keep moving forward."
Not long after walking forward, the three of them seemed to be no longer in the fog, and seemed to be completely swallowed up by the fog. Sheng Xuanyuan's inner doubts increased and his vigilance increased. He raised his hand to press the Yingying Sword. At this time, he could no longer see himself. The two in front are gone.
A voice came from the front: "Xuanyuan, are you there?"
It was Yan Tingshen's voice. Sheng Xuanyuan responded and said: "I'm here." Then he said: "Brother Yan, I can't see you at all."
There was silence for a while, and Yan Tingshen replied: "Me too. Su Ye, why don't you speak?"
There was silence again.
Sheng Xuanyuan's pupils narrowed: "Su Ye?"
Yan Tingshen was also shocked. He raised his hand and circled around, trying to find someone in the white mist: "Su Ye, stop joking at this time."
Still silent.
Even if he was joking, Su Ye would not make such a joke at this time.
Yan Ting's heart skipped a beat, "Xuan Yuan, Su Ye..."
Disappeared.
Sheng Xuanyuan frowned, and the strange feeling in his heart suddenly increased. The person walking beside him disappeared inexplicably, without any warning, without even making a sound. He whispered: "...Kawaze, could it be that the three of us are required to practice alone?"
This fog is definitely not an ordinary thing, and it is definitely not that simple in this forbidden area.
The two of them tried to calm down, but they felt that at this moment, the ground they stepped on no longer looked like a stone bridge, nor did it look like land. It can't be said to be soft, nor can it be said to be hard, and I don't know whether it is a curved road or a straight road, uphill or downhill.
Cold sweat gradually broke out on Yan Tingshen's back. Not knowing what would happen next second, he tried to avoid the worse situation: "Xuanyuan, if this continues, you and I will be separated."
Almost convinced, Sheng Xuan said resentfully: "...Hmm."
It is always safer to face the unknown together than to be completely separated. He said: "Otherwise, just hold them together."
"Okay." Sheng Xuanyuan let go of his sword and stretched out his hand forward.
The next moment, in the mist, a hand took the initiative to hold him, a slender and soft hand.
It's a woman's hand.
Panic suddenly amplified in his heart, Sheng Xuanyuan threw away the hand like it was hot, took a step back, pulled out Cheng Ying and placed it in front of him, looking around at everything around him warily: "Brother Yan?"
No reply.
"Yan Tingshen, are you still there?"
There is still nothingness in front and behind.
The answer is obvious, Yan Tingshen also disappeared.
Only himself.
Sheng Xuanyuan held his breath, and the only thought in his heart was: they were separated.
Completely separated.
Perhaps this is the case in this forbidden area, and one needs to travel alone, Sheng Xuanyuan explained to himself. He was still trembling because of the hand that appeared just now, not because he was afraid of the appearance of something inhuman, but because he was so familiar with that hand.
It's Qiong Yi's hand.
It was warm and tangible, and her habit of taking the initiative to hold it and rub it was completely consistent with hers.
These are not simple illusions.
It's very strange here. Sheng Xuanyuan gritted his teeth and put away his sword. Regardless of the accident just now, he strode forward. He wanted to see clearly what was outside the fog and in this secret realm.
As he walked, it seemed that the wind was blowing, and the road under his feet became harder and harder. I wonder if it was his own imagination, but Sheng Xuanyuan always felt that the fog was getting lighter.
The front was no longer completely white, but began to be filled with shadows, with more layers of changes. There seemed to be a person standing in front of him, as if waiting for him.
The wind didn't know where it came from, nor where it should blow. Sheng Xuanyuan walked forward against the wind, raising his hands to block his face. When he opened his eyes again, the fog dissipated.
The man was standing in front of him.
Sheng Xuanyuan was stunned.
Nothing was more shocking, shocking, surprising, or even unbelievable than this scene, because it was in front of him.
He saw himself.
"The author has something to say: I was quite confused about whether to send out the Kawazawa copy, but in the end I chose to send it out.
This paragraph was written a long time ago, even long before the North Journey to Seize the Sword Chapter——
Because the heroine is not present in this dungeon, it is entirely the male protagonist Ersan who is practicing, which makes me think about the necessity of putting this paragraph in the main text. However, the Sword Seizing Chapter that came from behind already explained the story from an excessive perspective, so it would be okay to do it again.
After all, the main characters are never together (?′w`?)
I feel the need to write about the male protagonist and the third male protagonist.
I’ll just try to write it as concisely as possible.”
