The Melancholy of the National Teacher

When the sun was dim, the snow stopped.

Ulun was in a daze.

He was just dug out from the collapsed mountainside by that wild witch not long ago. After he came out, he stared at the mess in front of him in a daze.

There is a mountain of mud stones mixed with unmelted ice and snow, turning into an extremely dirty color, pouring down from top to bottom, turning into a gentle slope, Ulun's face is ashen, he still remembers the pressure on this mountain slope. feeling in my chest.

"Want something to eat?" the culprit asked him.

In the eyes of the great witch, ever since he dug it out, Ulun, who seemed to be out of his mind, seemed to be startled by his voice. The little boy's knees gave way, and he lay on the ground, screaming, and gurgling along the snow. Poe rolled down.

Helian Yu nimbly grabbed the nape of his neck again.

Dawu sighed lowly, feeling that this little brat not only did not look like his mother, but also had no personality. Maybe his father's blood was stronger in him, or maybe he was influenced by the people who raised him. Impact.

"Don't try to run," he warned.

Uren, who was trying to escape, paused for a moment, and then struggled harder.

"Demon! Demon! Let me go!"

"I am human."

Helian Yu felt that he had to emphasize it.

"What's the difference between a black witch and a demon!"

"I'll tell you later."

"You can obviously save these people..."

"I had to choose a direction that was better for me."

Uren was choked up by the rebuttals, and turned his hand to break the hand that was tightly holding a small piece of flesh on the back of his neck. He had seen the strength of this witch before, and knew that comparing himself with him was like using It's like hitting an egg with a rock, but the hands that occasionally poke out the fur and shaggy hair are as clean as snow, and look smoother and more delicate than the hands of a [-]-year-old girl. He only needs to pierce the skin with his nails, and let the person let go because of the pain. You can achieve your purpose.

Uren's ten fingernails are specially ground, and the ends are sharpened, and a small scratch is formed. This is the weapon that Uren used to grab food with other slaves. He is nimble, and he used to learn from his mother He has never lost in a fight like a barbarian, so Uren trusts his nails very much, and feels that this time it is time for his nails to make meritorious deeds again.

However, the offensive of the nails did not work at all, and he forgot that the witch who was carrying him still had a hand.

After being firmly subdued, he was thrown into the snow, and before he got up, the witch had already stretched out his palm in front of him.

In the palm of his hand stretched out in front of him was a piece of bread.

Wu Lun's mind was blank for a moment, and then without thinking, he snatched the bread. The rough bread, which was half the size of his head, went into his mouth in an instant, and he swallowed it without taking two breaths. .

He Lianyu handed over the water bag with the lid off again, and watched the little boy put his mouth on the mouth of the water bag without even looking at what was in the water bag, mouth to mouth.

"puff--"

The next moment Uren spewed out what he had just swallowed. He coughed repeatedly, his cheeks were flushed with heat, and he wiped off the water around his mouth. After taking a breath, he moved his nose to the mouth of the water bag to smell the smell inside.

"liquor?"

He subconsciously went to look at Helian Yu, saw the other party nodded, tangled for a moment, holding the idea that the wine is much more expensive than a piece of bread, no matter how you have to eat before death, he raised the water bag again, and poured it down Take a big gulp.

Before he could finish it in one gulp, Helian Yu took back the water bag.

Uren, who was drunk, was lifted by one of his hands again, and at the same time he asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

Uren obviously couldn't answer him anymore, Helian Yu nodded after achieving his goal, "Then let's go on our way."

Ulen, whose fate turned into a mist, didn't wake up until the sun climbed into the sky. Since meeting the witch, he sat on the sheep's back in a daze again and again, and was dazed again.

The sky was clear after the snow, only a little warm sunlight shone, which made the thick cloak on him warm.The trembling snow goat under the buttocks was still the same one. I don’t know how this animal escaped. Uren held the goat’s slender horns tightly, looked around, and found that they were walking along a path, accompanied by The icicles hanging from the cliff continue to go uphill.

There was a chubby thing clinging to his chest, emitting an ironing warmth. Uren looked down and found that it was the bright pearl of the caravan master.

The little slave clasped the wolf-skin cloak tightly with his fingers, watching the man who walked ahead of the goat holding the reins.

Helian Yu, who had taken off his hood, was dressed in black, with black hair tucked away from his ferocious bird skull. The cold wind blew by, and his long hair like crow feathers fluttered behind his head. He seemed to realize that Ulun had woken up, and he turned back. Turning his head, Uren saw seven or eight pendants hanging on the man's chest.

Most of these pendants are bone pieces of strange shapes, all of which are painted with strange patterns in bright red cinnabar. In addition, there is a thin string hidden behind the collar, and a dull pendant hanging from a thin string. Longan-sized brass bells.

A witch with a bell is no longer a wild witch, and has a master.

For a moment, many questions swept through Wu Lun's mind like flowing clouds. Before he could figure it out, he had unconsciously asked his own questions.

"Who are you?" he asked, "Why did they kill you?"

He Lianyu lifted the bird's beak up an inch, revealing smiling eyes. The light green of the grass and the light blue of the lake were intertwined in his eyes, which reminded Ulun of the pool full of new grass in spring for no reason.

Hu people's eyes.

He said, "I am your uncle."

Uren: "...!!!"

***

The question behind Wu Lun was ignored by Helian Yu, and what Da Wu didn't expect was that at the same time, in another place, some people were talking about why so many people wanted to kill the national teacher.

The snow on Erlong Mountain has stopped, but the snow in Da'an Imperial Capital is still continuing.

On the thin snow-covered steps in front of the hall, the bright red blood stains are particularly glaring.

The candles in the palaces have not yet been extinguished, and the guards in strong and sharp guards are walking back and forth in the deep corridors, with three steps and one post, and five steps and one guard.

Le Dao sat in the Qilin Hall where the court meeting was held on weekdays. Today he was only wearing casual clothes. Before three incense sticks, the sleeves of this casual clothes had been killed by the assassins.

Of course, it wasn't just a sleeve that killed the assassin. Le Dao, who left behind three corpses, didn't take off the robe, but sat on the golden seat of the Qilin Hall with a deep thought.

This is the kind of emperor that Great Sima General Bai Shilang saw when he came in.

Wu Li and Wu Shi entered the Qilin Hall silently from the apse. They stood with their heads down on the right side of Le Dao. Bai Shilang glanced at the two, was a little puzzled, paused, and then stepped forward to salute.

"My emperor..."

"enough."

Bai Shilang shut up immediately, he consciously stood on the left side of the golden seat, which belonged to him, one of the six ministers.

"I heard that you were assassinated just now." Bai Shilang said the first sentence after he stood up.

Wu Li, who was facing him, twitched his forehead, and everyone in the Qilin Hall held their breaths, but Le Dao did not lose his temper as they thought. Jaw, I don't know what to think.

"His Majesty?"

"Ah? Oh," Le Dao opened his eyes, and he said, "There were a few people who didn't know how to live or die just now, but I called you here to talk about this matter."

He paused, and said, "Have you found the great witch?"

"The gatekeeper Zuo Chuan sent back an urgent official document. Since November, I haven't seen the national teacher, or anyone similar to the national teacher to pass the customs."

After finishing speaking, Bai Shilang took out the memorial from his sleeve, held it with both hands, and handed it to the palace man behind him.

The palace people sent the memorial to the memorial table in front of the golden seat, Le Dao did not pick up the memorial, but waved his hand to avoid the surrounding palace people.

Soon only the emperor, Wu Li, Wu Shi, and Da Sima were left in the Qilin Hall.It was already daylight outside, but candles were still brightly lit inside the hall.The curtain beat the ground, and the incense was lingering, but it seemed to be full of ghosts.

The emperor held his forehead and opened his mouth.

"The whereabouts of the national teacher are currently unknown, and the importance of this matter may not be understood by everyone... Wu Shi, tell me."

The sorcerer whose duty is to record history took a step forward, first saluted the emperor, then turned to Bai Shilang and said, "Dear Sima, have you ever heard of the technique of Luotian Vientiane?"

Shiraishirou shook his head.

Wu Shi didn't raise his head, so he continued: "The art of Luotian Vientiane, the art of Fusang Pearl, and the art of psychic communication, are the three fundamentals of witchcraft. If we use trees as a metaphor, these three arts are the ones on the tree. There are three big branches, and other witchcrafts are nothing more than small branches on these three branches. Among them, the technique of Luotian Vientiane is a technique of protection. , ghosts and spirits cannot be hurt, as long as the witch who casts the spell has enough strength, the technique of all phenomena can't be broken."

Bai Shilang was baffled when he heard it: "Hmm... very powerful?"

Wu Shi glanced at him, "That's not true. An ordinary witch can use this technique to block an ordinary sword and drive away the wind and cold from the body. It is already considered powerful. Few people can reach the level of great success."

Bai Shilang: "The national teacher is a master, right?"

Wu Shi nodded and speeded up his speech.

"There is also a forbidden technique in Luotian Vientiane. A great witch who has mastered this technique can pay the price of never being able to use Luotian Vientiane again, and fix the effect of this technique on one person."

Bai Shilang said: "The national teacher fixed this on himself?"

Wu Shi didn't answer, but the emperor said, "No, the great witch didn't fix this technique on himself... Many years ago, his all-encompassing magic was on me."

The room was shocked.

Except for the shaman history that they knew earlier, Wu Li and Da Sima turned their heads together and stared at the emperor with wide eyes.

"Didn't the folks always say that I am invulnerable to swords and guns, and my body is better than monsters?" Le Dao raised his eyebrows, "Why are you surprised... wait, what is that look on your face?"

The two people who remembered the prophecy bowed their heads together.

The witch Li Qinggui was more shocked than Bai Shilang who was not a witch. When every witch was a little witch, the first technique he learned was to spread the sky. However, few witches fixed this technique on others. It was the witches themselves. It is used to save life, even if Xiao Wu can perform this technique for only a few breaths a day, it is equivalent to a second life in a critical moment.

The friendship between the national teacher and His Majesty... is really...

Wu Li Qinggui suppressed the thoughts that violated the etiquette in his heart.

"You can kill His Majesty only by killing the National Teacher, so for those rebels," Wu Shi summed up the previous paragraph in eight words, "If the National Teacher is not destroyed, His Majesty will not die."