Dihao's civilian life

At noon, Si Hao lay down in the shade to rest, and the wind slowly made him drowsy and gradually fell asleep.In his sleep, he heard bursts of loud squawking sounds. He had heard this kind of sound before, it was the sound of copper chisel being knocked.

The tall, round and fat copper shovels are hung in front of the army formation, with spears and spears like a forest, chariots rattling, and the two armies confront each other.The sound of the gong shook the world, all the beasts fled, the sky turned pale, and the slaughter was approaching. This is a battle that has become a legend in later generations.

Weishuitangtang, Xunqiu towering, the sound of chirping stopped abruptly, and the sound of fighting was deafening.In that battle, perhaps the blood flowed, or the water was blocked, but it was all gone.Covering up the coldness and horror, a gentle female voice is ethereal and illusory, from fiction to reality, what is she singing?So loving, so sad, what happened to her?She seemed to be coaxing the crying baby to calm him down and fall asleep.

With a female voice lingering in his ears, Si Hao realized that he was on the carriage, and the carriage was bumping slightly. He was in a warm embrace, wrapped in swaddling clothes, with a jade pendant around his neck, and a Xuangui tied around his arms.

There was still a drop of tear in the corner of the baby's eye. He fell asleep restlessly, frowning slightly. He was lying in his mother's arms, so weak and helpless.The carriage moved quietly in the night, and every sound made the mother tremble with fear. Her arms hugged him tighter, as if she wanted to use all her strength to protect him.

Lin Fengqi, a group of birds screamed sadly, an old voice came from nowhere, he shouted tremblingly: "Child, run for your life!"There are echoes in the valley, run for your life...

His voice sounded so cold and terrifying, Si Hao's heart trembled and he woke up from the dream.He sat up and rested his forehead, pulling himself out of the dream and waking up.When he raised his head, he felt the breath of green grass all over his body. It was already afternoon, and the wind brought a bit of coolness. He was in Jiaoshan.

Si Hao recalled the scene in his dream. He didn't know why he dreamed about it. The Battle of Weishui happened a few days before he was born, and his mother took him to escape. He was just born, so it is impossible for him to have these memories , but the scene in the dream was as real as what he witnessed with his own eyes.This kind of reality is impressive, and the horror in the dream still remains in Si Hao's heart at this moment, and the gloom it brings has not been erased in this sunny, leisurely and quiet afternoon.

He didn't know that death was approaching him, and two vicious men appeared near Falling Feather Hill.

Si Hao got up, went to the stream to wash his face, the stream was clear, cupped his hands, and patted his face, bringing coldness and sweeping away the laziness brought about by sleep.Si Hao left the stream and walked slowly towards the pasture. He was ignorant and unpredictable, and there was a person hiding in the bushes on his left, looking at him.

As dusk approached, the birds and animals in the forest were chirping, making it more lively than any other time of the day. When Si Hao saw Dahei running towards him, he called Dahei away and returned to the pasture one by one.On the pasture, the sheep had already eaten their stomachs and were leisurely.

At dusk, they can be driven to the sheepfold, and the day's work will be over. At this time, Si Hao needs to go fishing and prepare dinner for him and Dahei.

After counting the sheep's heads, Si Hao confirmed that the sheep were not lost. He left the pasture and walked to an old tree. He took out the bronze spear hidden in the tree hole and the bamboo basket hanging on the treetop.He was going to spear a fish, and the injury on his right arm would still hurt when he tried hard, but this kind of pain was within Si Hao's tolerable range.

Unbeknownst to him, he had come within range of the archers, and both were trying to hunt him.Fortunately, the trees beside the stream were dense and weeds were dense, so it was very difficult to target him. He was blocked by the trees and the bushes hid him.

Ci still wanted to try, he was very active at this time, after learning that this person was the son of Emperor Xiang, he could not wait to take his head and rush to Diyi and Jinpeng to receive the reward.His bow was slowly pulled away, it was in a half-open state, Hui stretched out his hand to block it, and whispered: "Wait for him to go back."

There are too many obstacles here, and it is impossible to guarantee that one arrow will kill him. There are mountains and forests all around, and he lives here, so he is quite familiar with this place. .

There is no need to be in a hurry, there is no one on the hill, and there is only one passage, which has been searched before, hidden on it, condescending, and when he comes back, his life will be taken.

Thorn seemed dissatisfied, but didn't say anything, and followed Ash out of the forest.The two quietly walked around behind Luoyu Hill and boarded Yemapo.

The two inspected Yemapo and found a white horse perched in the forest. A hemp rope was tied around the horse's neck and the other end was tied to a tree trunk.It was lying listlessly in the dry grass, a wounded horse.When Stinger saw it, he drew his bow and tried to kill it, Huihui slapped Stinger's hand in disgust, and reprimanded: "Don't make trouble."

The white horse is tall and strong, and will not be killed by an arrow. Before it dies, it will neigh and struggle violently, which is not good for them.

The two left Yemapo, climbed Luoyu Hill, and stood on the earthen platform to look out. Once the emperor came back at dusk, he would enter their field of vision and face death.

Si Hao speared fish by the stream and got a basket of fresh fish. He carried the basket and held on to the bronze spear, and walked towards Ye Muar.The archers on the platform had already seen his figure, and saw him appearing on the hillside.The drop between Luoyuqiu and Yemao is huge, people walking on the hillside will walk into a dead corner at any time, Hui is not in a hurry, and waits with his bow in hand, when he gets closer, his body is exposed on the Yemao.

Si Hao walked slowly. He was about to climb Yemapo. The wind on the hillside was very strong, messing up his hair and clothes. He seemed to feel it. He stopped and looked at the sheep pen on the hillside.At this moment, there was an unusually shrill horse cry, and the neighing was endless, so loud and disturbing.

The prison horse was neighing with all its strength, as if it was still trapped in a dungeon, about to become a sacrifice, buried in the ground, so desperate, so terrified.As a prison horse that has escaped death, it may have unusual spirituality. Its neighing is a warning, a warning to its owner.

The mournful horse cry, accompanied by the desolate wind in the afternoon, reached Si Hao's ears, which made him tremble with fear.Humans are very strange primates. As long as conditions permit, sometimes there will be a kind of synaesthesia. Si Hao feels pain in his abdomen, and the wound that has healed is aching.Incredibly, it has healed long ago, leaving only a faint scar.

A kind of unreasonable fear made Si Hao tremble. He scanned Muar, and slowly raised his head to look at Luoyu Hill. His vision was blocked by the protruding rocks. Someone lives above and looks down...

Husou said that humans are far less sensitive than animals. Animals can perceive natural disasters, but humans can only sense them when they have come and happened.

"Tom tom..."

It was the sound of a fast beating heart, and the terrifying voice in the dream: "Child, run for your life!" suddenly passed by my ears.Si Hao's palms were covered with sweat, he glanced at the forest on the hillside beside him, he suddenly lowered his head and turned sideways, trying to hide in the forest.

At this moment, at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became silent, as if even the sound of the horse's cry disappeared, and then, there was the sound of wind, the sound of cold wind like autumn water, pecking at Si Hao's ear, and an arrow feather flew towards Si Hao. , it pierced through layers of leaves and penetrated into Si Hao's left shoulder.

The momentum of the arrow feathers was not small, and Si Hao, who leaned sideways and bowed, rolled directly towards the forest, falling continuously. During the rapid fall, Si Hao had only one thought in his mind: run!Can't stop!

Run! ! !

On the Falling Feather Hill, Hui's bowstring returned to its position, although it was only an instant and the distance was so far, but he knew that he missed the emperor's vital point, and he rolled towards the densely vegetated hillside.

The horse neighed suddenly, which surprised Hui greatly, but he was very calm. Seeing the emperor hesitated on the hillside, Hui seemed to sense his thoughts, and he did sense that the emperor wanted to escape.It's amazing, just like Hui can sense the existence of the emperor's son, this emperor's son also has an extraordinary sensitivity to the approach of death.

Back then, the first arrow that Hui shot at him was right in the heart, but he didn't die, it was said that a bronze accessory blocked it.A few months later, at Jiaoshan, far away from Renyi, gray arrow feathers flew out, aiming at his heart, but he lowered to the side in an instant.

Thorn rushed down the mountain path like a cheetah, he turned his head and shouted at Hui Hui: "Chase!"

The bamboo forest of Luoyu Hill rustled, the evening wind blew the bowstring, the arrow feathers, and the gray statue seemed to be stunned until the roar of the thorn woke him up. After rushing down, he didn't believe that he couldn't kill this young man.

How can you not kill him?

Hui Hui's heart has changed, but he is not a person who believes in fate.The person he wants to kill is just a mortal made of flesh and bones, it will hurt and bleed when pierced by an arrow, can he escape the third arrow?He will die.

Si Hao rolled to the ground from the hillside, endured the severe pain in his right shoulder, gritted his teeth and broke the arrow feather, leaving the remaining arrow in his body.The blood was flowing from his shoulder, and the blood stained his fingers. He didn't care, he turned and ran towards the stream, where the trees were dense and the terrain was intricate.

He quickly chased down the thorn on the hillside, and caught a silhouette of Si Hao heading west. His palms were sweating with excitement. He might be excited that the emperor did not die under the gray arrow, because the emperor would be killed by him. , he will carry his head, no, put his head in a beautiful bamboo box, and present it to Jinpeng, their king.

The assassin followed the stream, surrounded by bushes and weeds up to his knees, he knew it was too easy to hide someone, but he didn't panic, he had rich hunting experience, a wounded person couldn't run far.

Hui's body rolled down from the hill, he clung to the trees, his hands and face were scratched, and his clothes were torn, but his bow and arrow were intact, and his skills were quite agile.He waded across the stream, the water splashed, and he chased to the other bank, relying on his intuition, he didn't see where Si Hao's fleeing shadow was going.

Si Hao, who lived here for three months in Luoyuqiu area, is much more familiar with them than them, and he knows where to hide.

Hui sticks to his bow and stands in the forest. He is listening to the chirping of birds. When the birds are disturbed, they will chirp loudly and fly away. A chirping bird chirp resounds in the forest.

"Blood."

Thorn saw Hui's figure, glanced at the grass and trees on one side of the hill, guessed that he came down from above, and walked to Hui's side, holding a blood-stained leaf in his hand.

Hui didn't say a word, he made gestures, signaling to stab to outflank in another direction.There was no need for Hui to command at all, the assassin had this intention, he held his bow and left, the two separated left and right, and walked towards the forest.

On the way, sometimes blood can be seen, and the prey is injured. For the prey, this is the worst situation.The blood would give away his position, and the pain would slow him down, making him weaker and weaker as time passed.Hui was very calm, the feeling that the prey couldn't escape gradually returned, stepping on the rustling weeds, he realized that he was approaching the emperor.

Si Hao hid in the grass, behind an old tree, and he paid attention to the footsteps of his pursuers.He should have been unable to calm himself with fear, but his breathing was calm, and his hand held the bronze spear firmly.This is not the first time he has faced death. Although last time he was accompanied by Ren Jia and had a carriage to drive away, this time he is alone, traumatized, and the killer is chasing after him. He is actually in a desperate situation.

Like a sacrifice imprisoned in a dungeon, its throat was cut open, bleeding, struggling silently, and then buried in the soil, death brought endless darkness, and the bones with dissipated flesh and blood kept sinking.

The footsteps were approaching, and Si Hao's heart was beating violently. After all, he was trembling. The fear of death and the longing for life made his spirit highly tense, like a taut string, which might snap off the next moment. Lose.Rao is in such a situation, Si Hao is still doing analysis, the surrounding weeds are tall and dense, if you don't get close, you can't see him immediately, if you get close, Si Hao will stab him with a spear.

The enemy is in the open, and I am in the dark. This is his only advantage.

No, you can't wait for the opponent to find you. An arrow is much faster than a spear and has a longer range. You must take the initiative to attack by surprise, otherwise you will not have a chance.Listening to the whining wind at dusk, he stood up slowly. He breathed hard, trying to calm down his agitated mood. He knew that as soon as he appeared, he would be shot. Jinyi's archers are good at bow shooting. If he was blocked and shot, Si Hao would no longer have such good luck, and he would face death.

The hand holding the spear handle trembled slightly, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, approaching behind him, Si Hao recognized the direction, and rushed out from the cover of the trees in one go, he caught sight of a figure, his movements were faster than his brain, waiting Overwhelmed, the spear has been thrown from his hand, and the spear draws a beautiful arc, and then there is an angry scream from the man, who is roaring non-stop, calling for his partner.

The killer has others, at least one more!I'm afraid it was the two Jinyi archers who fled in Renyi at the beginning, maybe it was them.

Without thinking about it, Si Hao turned over the ditch and ran towards the water. He was running with all his strength. There was a lake in front of him, and he couldn't go around it quickly. He plunged into the lake and swam desperately to the lake. center tour.A long arrow followed closely behind and flew into the lake, passing by Si Hao's ear, and he managed to dodge it.

Hui Hui, who heard the sound, saw Si Hao's figure like a forest deer disappearing far away in the forest. He stood still, drew his bow and picked up an arrow, and the emerald green arrow feathers passed through the forest. If Si Hao hadn't jumped into the lake in an instant, he would have already dead.

There was a sneer at the corner of Huihui's mouth. Countless people died under his arrows. This was the first time he met such a hard-to-kill person, as if mocking him.This remnant of the former dynasty was very smart, unusually keen and lucky, but it was useless, he was about to die, the ash was very clear, the lake in front of him was flat, the trees were sparse, and the vision was very good, unobstructed.

Hui twirled the arrow and set the bow, and continued to drive forward, he jumped down the ditch, the screams and curses behind him were like ghosts and wolves, Hui was not in the mood to check how he was hurt, and didn't care.

There are few residents in Luoyu Hill, and most of the places are uninhabited. There are huge ancient trees and countless green lakes. The deeper you go, the more mysterious and unfathomable you feel.Hui walked towards the quiet lake, his pace was slow, he felt the weakness of the "prey".His blood was flowing continuously, and intense exercise would speed up the blood loss, and the lake water would also make the blood flow faster, and a streak of red blood appeared on the surface of the lake.

Hui stands by the lake, staring at the lake, he waits for him to come up, he always has to come up to take a breath, he is not a fish, he can stay in the water all the time, so interesting.

The area of ​​this lake is not big, with Hui Hui's shooting skills, the entire lake is within his shooting range, and it is unobstructed and unstoppable, with a hundred shots.All I had to do was wait for the boy in the lake to probe, and wait for him to come out and die.

Si Hao has excellent water skills, but at this moment, he feels the lake water is freezing cold.He had lost a lot of blood, he was exhausted, he knew he was going to die, he didn't want to die in the lake, he didn't want to die in the enemy's bow and arrow.He remembered that when he was attacked and seriously ill before, in a trance, he saw his father handing him a sword. If death was an option, he would rather kill himself.

In the water, Si Hao's consciousness was fuzzy, and the lake water was pouring into his nostrils, trying to squeeze it into his lungs, and his body was sinking.He knew that his life was over, his friend's face and Yu Su's face flashed in his mind, his long hair was fluttering in the wind, his blue headband fluttered, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was rippling. obsessed.

He closed his eyes and stopped swinging his arms. He wanted to die quietly, but the words of the witch doctor Ren Yi rang in his ears. She said in a meaningful tone: You will no longer be afraid of bows and arrows. Take your life.

Si Hao suddenly opened his eyes and choked out a mouthful of water. He flapped his legs desperately and jumped out of the water. He lay on the lakeside panting heavily.The expected rain of arrows did not fly towards him, and he was not tied into a hedgehog, but he was cold and delirious, as if being dragged step by step into the abyss of death.He exhausted his last bit of strength to turn himself over. He wanted to see the last sunset in his life, and he wanted to remember this moment.

In the woodland at dusk, the dark red light, like a flame, draws Si Hao when he is confused.

Hui looked down at him, like a rare prey, like a plucked kingfisher, a deer with a broken leg, he was dying, he was about to die.Hui Hui, who has always shot "prey" from afar, has a strong interest in this prey. He wants to witness his death with his own eyes. This person makes him feel very incredible. No one can escape his three arrows. How amazing !

Hui squatted down beside Si Hao, brushed away the hair on Si Hao's forehead, and looked at his pale face, and those wide-open unfocused eyes, dark and faint.Hui moved his lips closer to his ear, and he asked in a cold and slightly mocking voice: "My son, what did you see?"

The young man's lips moved slightly, he seemed to say something, the voice was so soft, Hui thought that he would be the one who was killed that impressed him the most, not only because he was the emperor's son, but also because he was very special.

Hui stood up, picked up the bow, put the arrow on, the red arrowhead aimed at Si Hao's forehead, very close at hand, Hui sneered, like this, can you still hide?

The bowstring was slowly pulled away, and the arrow feathers had not yet let go, and several arrows flew towards the lakeside, and there were bursts of cries.Hui raised his head and looked to the left, in the forest outside the lake, six or seven figures appeared, and three or four people with bows and arrows were shooting at him, but the accuracy was much worse and the distance was far.

Hui aimed at a figure, lightly raised the bow, pulled the string, the arrow feathers flew out, and the figure fell down in response.Look, this is my archery, every arrow brings death.Hui Hui glanced at the boy lying in the grass with his eyes closed. He was silent, with the serenity of death. The blood on his shoulders stained his sleeves red, and the evening wind whimpered like an elegy.

As a sharpshooter, he should let his prey die under the bow instead of bleeding to death like this. Hui Hui was not satisfied, he was quite dissatisfied, and he wanted to shoot another arrow.

With a whoosh, an arrow flew past his shoulder, and the people by the lake gathered. They were chasing him for many days, Hui Hui knew.

Hui Hui glanced at the open lakeside, the setting sun was like blood, his figure stretched very long on the ground, in his eyes, these pursuers were like black shadows moving on the flat ground, so vivid, in their eyes, so was he.

Touching his waist, Hui thought about whether to cut off the boy's head. Another arrow flew at his feet. He put the dagger back on his body, squatted on the ground, and turned to the low ground on one side.The pursuers are approaching quickly, but he does not panic, he can escape by the coming night.

A burst of arrow feathers shot towards the direction where Hui was hiding, and six or seven servants rushed over. Behind them was a middle-aged man who was running slowly. He was Mu Zheng.Muzheng was out of breath, his clothes were disheveled, he was dripping with sweat, and his voice was exhausted: "Quick... look for... hurry..."

Shu ran at the front, holding a bow in his hand. He was the first to spot Si Hao by the lake, and he shouted, "Here he is!"

The crowd quickly gathered around, Muzheng rushed over as if he was exhausted, pushed away the servant, caught a look at Si Hao, and immediately knelt down on the ground.The sunset glow is like blood, like fire, burning in the sky, its red color smears Si Hao's face.The emperor in Muzheng's eyes was closed tightly, with a peaceful expression. He was soaked all over, and the blood on his left shoulder stained most of his clothes.

he died……

Mu Zheng was kneeling on the ground, he remembered that the emperor had hugged him when he first returned to his post.It was he and Ji Bing who buried his mother with their own hands. At that time, he was not Muzheng. He was guarding the valley in the northwest of Rendi—Jinyang Valley, and he was stationed in the valley road with Ren soldiers.

Muzheng raised his face, and a trail of tears rolled down his face. He was not crying for his official career, but the grief and anger in his heart were so real.

Shu also fell on the ground, he wanted to appease his old master, but his eyes fell on Si Hao, on his powerless hand hanging beside him.Shu touched Si Hao's wrist and felt his pulse. Like Mu Zheng, he believed that this man must be dead, because the archer left him, and because he looked like a person who had lost his life.After pressing the beam, he found that he still had a pulse, although it was extremely weak.

"He's still alive!" Shu exclaimed.

"Quickly, carry him to the carriage, carry him to the carriage!" Mu Zheng shouted in surprise, and rushed towards Si Hao.

In an instant, everyone swarmed up and lifted Si Hao up. Under Mu Zheng's eager, almost crazy yelling, they tried their best to rush out of the forest, regardless of where they were standing.Outside the woodland, Muzheng's carriage was parked.

The servants carried Si Hao into the carriage, and Muzheng climbed into the carriage and held Si Hao in his arms. He urged Shu, "Hurry up, Shu, drive the carriage!"

Shu Ye was sweating profusely as he pulled the reins of the horse and waved his whip, and heard Mu Zheng ordering from behind: "Rush to the camp, don't delay!"

The carriage was galloping, and the servants were chasing the carriage. Then Muzheng remembered another thing. He shouted at the servant: "Search for me, search carefully, and find the archer for me!"

The horse rushed to the Jiaoshan camp like crazy, and Muzheng took care of Si Hao in a panic. He took off his robe and clothes and wrapped them around Si Hao.He was extremely cold and drenched all over, Mu Zheng didn't dare to confirm whether he was still alive, he only wanted to be alive.

The carriage rushed to the Jiaoshan camp, and there was a most powerful witch doctor in the whole Jiaoshan camp.

Shu's driving skills are better than Ren Fang's. He is Muzheng's old coachman.Under his control, the carriage flew straight to the camp. It broke into the center of the camp, and no one dared to stop it. Mu Zheng's shirtless appearance with disheveled hair was really terrifying.

The author has something to say:

Director: Mr. Hao has obtained the achievement "Never be shot by an arrow again"!

Mr. Hao (hugging his chest): Do you think I will be happy? Are you trying to torture me again?

Yu Su (wipes away tears): Don't let him