I live in Beihai Jun Nanhai [Rebirth]

"Back!" Xie Wuyi turned his head and shouted.

The war horse under him stood directly under the landslide, and it was too late to ride the horse forward or turn the horse's head around at this time, but the army behind him was different, as long as they retreated fast enough, they would be able to avoid this wave of mud stone.

After drinking the phrase "back", Xie Wuyi slammed his horse's belly, trying to rush out of this section before the mud and rocks rolled down, but the horse under him seemed to feel danger and refused to move forward. After the horse's belly was pinched, it still bent its knees forward and was about to kneel.

Xie Wuyi was surprised at first, then smiled wryly at himself.

The sky fails to fulfill the wishes of people, which is probably the case.

Horseshoes were chaotic behind them, and they could be heard struggling to retreat, "Your Highness" terrified and anxious.

It's good that the army can escape.

Solution Wuyi thought.

Just when he closed his eyes and was about to accept the impact of the mud and rocks, the horse under him suddenly roared, straightened up and jumped up suddenly as if he had been stimulated by something.

At the moment when the mud and rocks rushed in, the war horse suddenly leaped forward in an arc, and after falling, it barely landed on the edge of the mud flow on the other side. Like crazy.

Xie Wuyi was almost thrown off his horse by its crazy behavior, but luckily he never let go of the rein. After he was out of danger, he immediately reined in the horse, but the horse didn't care about it like it was crazy. Head down.

It wasn't until Xie Wuyi rushed out of the valley and reached the northern foot of the hill that he stopped it abruptly.

Xie Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked down at the black and purple in the palm of his hand. If the horse didn't stop, he might break the reins.

At this moment, the people and horses behind had also crossed over the slope made of large piles of mud and rocks, chasing towards the northern foot.Because of the movement just now, they didn't dare to drive the horse too fast anymore, they could only suppress their impatience and move forward steadily.

When they finally reached the exit of the valley and saw Xie Wuyi sitting on his horse safe and sound from a distance, the leading generals felt relieved.

"Your Highness!"

They got off their horses, ran forward and asked with concern, "Is your Highness injured?"

Xie Wuyi shook his head, turned over and jumped off the horse. He had gone through ups and downs just now, and now he only felt a little tired.

After standing still, he slowed down his slightly shortness of breath, then took a step and slowly walked around the horse beside him, looking at it carefully while walking.

"Your Highness, this horse is really a horse!" A general laughed, "It suddenly took off and leaped over the dangerous situation at a critical moment, which shows its strong spirituality and the loyalty of its protector!"

"Yes!"

"There is indeed spirituality!"

Several generals beside him also nodded in agreement. They were all at the forefront of the team just now, and naturally they all saw the thrilling scene, and they were all very shocked.

Xie Wuyi didn't answer. At this time, he was walking around behind the horse, and when he looked at the horse's tail, his gaze was fixed.

On the buttocks less than half an inch to the left of the ponytail, a thin bamboo stick was tied.

Xie Wuyi immediately got on the horse, grabbed the rein with one hand, leaned back a little, reached the horse's hip with the other hand, and pulled off the bamboo stick extremely quickly.

The war horse suffered from pain and was about to gallop again. Xie Wuyi immediately pulled the reins tightly. The war horse raised its hooves on the spot and let out a long roar. After falling back to the ground, it let out a few breaths of breath from its nose restlessly.

Xie Wuyi got off his horse again and stood still, raised his hand to look at the bamboo stick carefully.

This bamboo stick is no thicker than a little finger in length, but seven or eight out of ten of the part submerged in the horse's buttocks is stained with blood. Although the front end is sharp, it is rough in shape and there is no trace of intentional sharpening. Easily broken.

Several generals at the side saw the bamboo stick, and immediately realized that the "spirituality of the horse" and "loyalty to protect the master" mentioned just now did not exist at all.

"This……"

They didn't know how to react for a while, they looked at each other in blank dismay, and at the same time they were curious about where the bamboo stick came from.

Xie Wuyi raised his eyes and looked around them, seeing that everyone was bewildered, and said with a smile: "It seems that no one has claimed this life-saving favor today?"

A general scratched his head when he heard the words, and said embarrassingly: "Your Highness, you are joking, this stick is so short that it cannot be shot with a bow-crossbow at all. At the distance at that time, I am waiting for someone who can throw it into the horse's buttocks with bare hands, and it will still stab it. so deep?"

Xie Wuyi actually thought of this just now, but after all, the people closest to him at that time were the ones in front of him, so he always had to ask to be sure.

Xie Wuyi nodded, without further words, ordered the injured horse to be replaced by another one, got on the horse, and led the army to continue northward.

Soon after, the army arrived in Zhongye, and the east and west groups also arrived one after another. After resting in the city for two days, they continued to march to the north.

There were no accidents on the way from Zhongye to the northern border. Fifteen days later, the army marched into Anyu Pass.

It was already noon after entering the customs, and after arranging the internal affairs of the customs in the afternoon, Xie Wuyi climbed up to the high platform in front of the customs to look far away.

Near the pass is an open space, and a little farther away is a large dense forest, extending to the foot of Anyu Mountain, which runs from east to west in the distance. Looking from here to the east and west sides, you can't see the end at a glance. The canyon at the place is like a wound split by a sky axe, running north-south, thin and long.

It was almost dusk at this time, Xie Wu moved down the high platform, and rode out of the pass alone to gallop away to Anyu Mountain.

Furen Gorge is a rare natural danger, he wants to get a thorough understanding of the terrain as soon as possible, so that he can properly arrange defense or set up an ambush when Daluan attacks.

Through the wilderness, into the woods.

Although it was late autumn at this time, the country of Yu was located in the south, and there was no bleakness and decay in the eyes, but it was no longer full of vitality like it was in midsummer.

The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling, which makes people feel as calm as water.

Xie Wuyi reined in the reins, slowed down the horse, and walked slowly in the forest. After a while, the sound of running water could be faintly heard in the distance.

Just now when he was on the high platform, Xie Wuyi was a little confused. He had clearly seen a river running from east to west on the map of Anyuguan, but he didn't see it when he was on a high place. Only then did he understand that this river is indeed It exists, but it was previously covered by dense forests.

Xie Wuyi walked towards the sound of water, and soon his eyes opened up.

A clear river runs through the woods from west to east. The river channel is not too wide, and the water flow is very gentle. Bamboo rafts are tied to wooden posts beside the river, and there is a penny lying horizontally in the grass beside it.

Xie Wuzhi went to the wooden post and got off his horse, tied the horse to the wooden post, untied the rope tied to the bamboo raft, boarded the bamboo raft, and rowed to the opposite bank with the long pole.

Standing on the bamboo raft and looking around, you can see the smoke rising from somewhere in the distance, and the birds flapping their wings occasionally in the forest nearby. The sound of flapping wings is accompanied by the sound of gurgling water. Idlers, living leisurely among the mountains and rivers, look for the falling flowers in the streams and streams, watch the waterwheels wandering in the evening, do not know gold and iron horses, only know spring, autumn, winter and summer.

At this moment, he suddenly thought, maybe Master is like this most of the time?

Unrestrained, free and easy, not trapped by the world, nor tired by love and hate.

The sound of horseshoes came at this time.

Xie Wuyi was startled for a moment, then he heard the source clearly and looked across the river.

The horse's hooves stepped across the shallow grass of the jungle, and flowers were startled along the way. A light-colored figure rode on the horse, flickering in and out of the forest shadows.

The white clothes are swaying, like clouds and seas.

The moment the horseshoe stepped out of the forest, a ray of afterglow outside the mountain happened to slant down, and a gentle warmth was drawn on the side face of the water mirror.

Xie Wuyi looked at it in a daze, forgot to put on the pole for a while, and let the river push the bamboo raft slowly down the river.

Shui Jing raised the rein and reined in the horse, with a smile on his face: "My disciple is planning to go with Bodong, into the sea and transform into a dragon?"

Only then did Xie Wuyi come back to his senses, hastily propped up the penny a few times, and approached the opposite bank.

Shui Jing got off his horse and stood on the shore with his hands behind his back. After Xie Wuyi came ashore, he looked him up and down, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you in January, my apprentice seems to have lost weight?"

Xie Wuyi tied the long rope on the bamboo raft to the wooden post, and then led Shui Jing's horse to tie it, and then turned to look at Shui Jing.

Without saying a word, just watching quietly.

Shui Jing was a little confused by him, and he couldn't see the emotion in Xie Wuyi's eyes. He was inexplicably confused, and he blinked and smiled: "Why, you are not happy to see me as a teacher?"

"Happy." Xie Wuyi replied briefly, but his eyes were still fixed on him.

Shui Jing joked: "Then you are so happy that you can't even talk?"

Xie Wuyi shook his head and said, "I was just thinking, Master seems to have a bad memory, why haven't we seen each other for a month?"

"Did I calculate wrong?" Shui Jing raised his eyebrows, "Five days before leaving Beijing, from Yudu to Zhongye for nine days, Zhongye rested for two days, and arrived at Anyuguan on fifteen days, isn't it exactly January?"

Xie Wuyi listened, and suddenly smiled.

Shui Jing was puzzled: "What are you laughing at?"

Xie Wuyi still smiled, but there was a hint of meaning in his eyes, and said: "Master really knows the army's itinerary very well."

Shui Jing was stunned, touched the tip of his nose, and then said disapprovingly, "What's so strange? Just ask any soldier and you'll know everything?"

Xie Wuyi nodded with a half-smile, and said, "Did the soldier tell Master that we encountered danger along the way?"

"Oh?" Shui Jing tilted his head and said, "What's the danger?"

Xie Wuyi said: "I met a group of bandits."

Shui Jing's expression was blank for a moment, and he frowned and blinked: "Bandit?"

"Well," Xie Wuyi nodded solemnly, took out something from his waist, held it in his hand, stretched out his hand and spread it in front of the water mirror, "Look, master, the bandit is still attacking me with a hidden weapon."

Shui Jing looked down and saw that Xie Wuyi was holding the thin bamboo stick in his hand. The blood stains on it had seeped into the inside, drying and turning dark red.

Shui Jing was a little speechless: "This thing... why do you still keep it?"

Xie Wuyi retracted his hand in front of him, looked down at the bamboo stick and said, "Don't you have to keep it, there's still my blood on it."

"Your blood?" Shui Jing bit the word "you" extremely hard, staring at her eyes in disbelief, even wondering if there was something wrong with her ears.

"That's right," Xie Wuyi said solemnly, "The bandit probably wanted to stab the horse, but his aim was not good, so he stabbed me."

Shui Jing was stunned: "... Seriously?"

He pulled Xie Wuyi over, pulled his shoulders and turned him around. While stroking his back carefully from top to bottom, he frowned and asked anxiously, "Where is the thorn?"

Xie Wuyi's body was tensed by his touch, and he felt short of breath for a moment, and said in a trembling voice, "No...not behind, but in front of him."

"How is it possible?" Shui Jing immediately questioned, and stopped his movements.

Xie Wuyi turned around with a puzzled face: "Why is it impossible?"

Shui Jing said confidently: "Of course it's impossible, I'm clearly behind you..."

Speaking of this, the water mirror suddenly jammed.

Xie Wuyi smiled and said, "From behind me?"

Shui Jing and him looked at each other for a moment, suddenly angry and funny, shook his head and said helplessly: "You..."

How many times is this?

How many times was this kid entangled in a few words, dizzy and defeated?

Xie Wuyi looked at Shui Jing and said, "Master follows me all the way?"

Having said all this, Shui Jing had nothing to hide, so he had no choice but to nod.

Xie Wuyi asked again: "Why did Master follow me?"

Shui Jing raised her eyebrows and said, "Isn't it because you are afraid that you will die before you leave the teacher?"

Xie Wuyi pursed his lips and smiled, "Master, are you worried about me?"

Are you worried?

Shui Jing blinked.

He didn't know what the so-called "worry" felt like, but he only knew that he wanted to see Xie Wuyi arrive at the northern border smoothly.

Thinking about it, he curled his lips and said, "Almost?"

Xie Wuyi seemed to have received some satisfactory answer, and his smile deepened. He held the bamboo stick in his hand, lowered his head and tucked it back into his waist again to fix it.

Seeing his behavior, Shui Jing laughed and said, "It's fine to keep defrauding me before, but now that the deceit is over, why don't you lose it?"

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The wind is rustling and the wood is rustling. ——Qu Yuan "Nine Songs Mountain Ghost"

He died before leaving the teacher. ——Du Fu's "Prime Minister of Shu"