Water flowing clouds

Since setting up camp by the Juma River, the entire camp has felt that the aura around Vice General He has become subtle.The soldiers watched him sitting by the river, looking at the mountains, the water, the clouds rising and the setting, but they didn't dare to go forward.If it is said that two years ago, there were still people who did little harm to him from time to time, and who dared to draw a little bit of dirty words towards him in their conversations after more than two years, then they would have to ask for luck—thousands of people There are many tricks to clean up a person with an unclean mouth, and he will be repaired into a pair of "dogskin socks" in a short time, and it is impossible to tell the pros and cons.Whoever dares to ask Vice General He for "teaching" during practice should be extra careful when throwing, beating, not talking about eating Vice General He's fist, but being careful not to accidentally touch any piece of flesh on Vice General He's body, right? Hey, thousands of people are rushing to run, and their intestines can be squeezed out for him!

In the eyes of the soldiers, Vice General He is just such a person—he may not be the best, or the best at fighting. The one who understands people's hearts, is the best at treating the soldiers under his hands, and is the best at finding hope from despair.For more than two years, he has lived and died with them, always at the forefront of the charge, and stayed at the end when retreating; pushing others to the front when asking for credit, and shouldering the responsibility when retreating.After a battle is fought, the soldiers will be taken care of by him whether they live or die; the dead horse leather shrouds will be transported back and buried properly, if there is no condition, they will be burned, and the corpses will never be exposed in the wilderness, and let wild dogs and mountain eagles tear them apart Pecking food; arrange for the dead, treat the family of the dead is not thin, allocate a share from the income in the farm, and send people to send it on a monthly basis, to fulfill the responsibility of supporting the dead; when he is alive, he goes there when he is free. Look, I can't say anything nice, but I often go to the kitchen and warehouse to take care of him. He is worried about the "clothes on his body and food in his mouth" of a battalion of soldiers; Think of a way out for them, so that they don't leave the army and wander around.He is the backbone of these thousands of people, a legend in thousands of hearts.

There is still a distance between legends and human fireworks, so ordinary people can only watch from a distance.Seeing that he had been sitting by the river for a long time, they were also worried that he had a few serious injuries that happened not long ago, fearing that the water vapor would intrude, and that he would suffer if it rained in the future, so they kicked out the dog skin plaster and asked him to persuade him to come back .

Goupi Plaster is no longer called Chen Daniu, but has a serious name called Chen Deyuan.As He Jingzhen went up, he had more people under his control, and he also got a hundred households who were not big or small.Now that he has become an official, his dame can no longer be so casual, so he stalked He Jingzhen to give him a big name, and Da Niu changed his nickname.The dog skin plaster was given the name by Deputy General He, and he didn't know how to clamp his glib mouth. He went out as soon as he was bald, and he just said it, and added fuel and vinegar. Now the whole world knows what happened, and then, nothing Unexpectedly, the dog skin plaster became a dog skin sock.The following days were even more difficult - for half a month, I was "watered" every day, drinking to death counted, and I was not allowed to spit out if I drank to death!

Among the drinkers, there was no shortage of personal revenge, some envious of him entering and leaving Vice General He's camp at will, some jealous that he was given the title of Vice General He, and some regretting that they didn't stick around like a dog's skin plaster.Jealousy, jealousy and regret must have an outlet, right?Other methods cannot be used, and drinking to death is also a good damage move.The dog skin plaster showed its viscousness and flexibility, and it was submissive. Anyone who poured it drank it until their eyes were straightened, and when they vomited it made mountains fall and the ground cracked.Half a month later, the whole battalion acquiesced in his "good luck way", and poked him to talk to Vice General He if there was anything to be said.It's just that this man is used to flirting and doesn't know how to restrain himself. Every time the soldiers of the first battalion saw him making up nonsense in front of Vice General He, five or six of them followed around, washing the bedding for Vice General He in a desperate manner. A thousand hearts can't help being dark for a while, and bloody for a while.

It was the same this time, there were thousands of people who didn't dare to go forward to do something, and the dog skin plaster came into serious use.He rubbed over while thinking of words, and when he came to He Jingzhen, he opened his mouth, and all the arranged words flew together, and he said dryly: Brother, go back.After thinking about it, I would add another sentence: It is already August and a half, the river is cold, and it is not good to sit for a long time.

He Jingzhen raised his head to look at him, without any extra words, he jumped off the rock and walked towards the tent.When he walked to the entrance and lifted the curtain, a very faint smell entered his nostrils—it was a kind of Gu incense, which echoed the lodger in his body, and the blood all over his body instantly boiled, burning his mind blank. Words got ahead of his head, he turned around and said to the dog skin plaster who followed him, don't come in, I want to sleep for a while.

Although the dog-skin plaster was strictly prohibited, and they would not go in if they were not allowed to enter, they couldn't help muttering a little, thinking that it was getting dark, and they had to go in to light the lamps later, so they wandered around the camp without going far.

At that time, the sky was blue and gray, and dusk was approaching, and as soon as the curtains were drawn down, it was pitch black in the camp.He Jingzhen stood at the entrance, neither advancing nor retreating. He couldn't tell whether it was for the convenience of fleeing at any time, or for something else.It has been more than two years, the love gu has broken out more than a dozen times intermittently, traveled more than half of the Han land, and took a lot of weird "antidote" but it didn't seem to have any effect.That's right, if the Gu worm raised with the flesh and blood of the witch god can be solved so easily, why would it be called "Gu King". For more than 700 days and nights, he and the witch god were separated from each other, suffering from heartbreaking attacks.That kind of pain and itching, that kind of severe drought that makes the whole body burst into blood, every second feels like a year.He hit the south wall so hard and refused to look back.What would the witch god think?At the beginning, I wanted to let go to try to see if this "kite" would spontaneously return to his hands.As a result, it's been more than two years, let's see if he intends to fly back?

It's not that I didn't think about chasing Han Tu to take people back. During more than 700 days and nights, this kind of thoughts secretly surged in my mind, converging into an unfathomable river. Once it submerged, all kinds of thoughts, desires, and delusions came out and raged, and I could think of that person in everything I saw.Drink a cup of tea, read a book, see a certain scene, within a glance, slowly, the pain starts from the end of the limb, the pain is not severe, it is the occasional memory of losing something that was held in the palm of the hand or kept in the heart A kind of dull pain in the world, which cannot be suppressed.The pain was so painful that he could not sleep in the middle of the night, turned over and sat up, suddenly saw the man curled up on the bedside in the dim light, looked at him faintly, but chasing after him was another illusion.

If it weren't for worrying about the future, then the witch god would not have waited until today.This worry is more like a kind of ringworm scab attached to the body, which is inexhaustible and infested repeatedly.After all, it’s for power.The power on the holy mountain has been divided into two lines since the beginning, one is the "divine power" in the hands of the witch gods, and the other is the "world power" in the hands of the great witches. These two powers are similar to the "imperial power" and "Planning power", one ebbs and the other ebbs and flows, restraining each other.The sacred power has been vacant for thousands of years on the mountain, so the power of the world has grown so powerful that even after the return of the witches and gods, they still secretly connect with each other, weaving a nearly perfect net, restraining, restraining, and even turning elbows. Lurking, accumulating, and erupting under the eyes of the witch god, they are centipedes after all, and they are still dead. Even if ninety-nine percent of the hidden stakes are pulled out, as long as there are still a few seeds left, these ambitions can be dormant. Then grow hair.Since small-scale killings and large-scale annihilation can't make these "people with a heart" who are used to the sweetness of power take heart, then some means beyond common sense must be used.The deployment of means that are contrary to common sense requires patience, time-consuming, and waiting.The first wait is more than two years.More than two years later, the theocracy ascended to the top, the power of the world disappeared, and the time and place were perfect. It would be easy to attract a battalion of them by picking something at the border.For this sake, sneaking into a certain camp silently is nothing.

The witch god lay quietly on that narrow beard bed, buried himself in the bitter scent of green wheat, breathed deeply and slowly, as if he had traveled a long, long way, and had to take such a rest for a long time , exhausted but unable to stop thinking about it, anxious but stopped moving forward.Originally, he had made up his mind to wait for that person to come, but when it came to an end, he still couldn't keep it.His ambush circle narrowed from the beard bed to the entrance of the tent, and the prey was still hesitating there, and he had already robbed his way.

He Jingzhen felt a pair of hands covering his face.It is "jue", not hold.Jue is coercive and cautious, with both resentment and some long-lost warmth.It seemed to be measuring, measuring his hunger, food, cold and temperature for so many days after he flew away from his hand.The hands started to grope from the arch of his eyebrows, and when they touched his steep outline, they stopped to ponder and rubbed repeatedly.Touching the back of the neck, walking downstream, once touching the big hideous scar on the back, the hands staggered, hurried down, and then down, the more you went down, the more painful the hands were .The pain on the skin is clearly visible.Without words, what words can express such complete regret and compassion?

The intensity of love gu, how can it deserve such a delicate touch.Wherever those hands went, a blazing fire burned.hot.Biting heat.Heartbreaking heat.

He Jingzhen did not expect that a "torrential rain" two years later would be more deadly than any severe drought in the past two years!

Maybe that witch god came to ask for justice for more than 700 days and nights of blunt knives cutting flesh and leaving skins and bones empty.He dragged him in from the entrance of the tent with such force that he had the illusion of stepping into the air and falling into the abyss.He staggered and fell into a cage of flesh and blood that had been cast long ago. It seemed that he deliberately wanted to suffocate him to death—the overwhelming prison, the whole person was crushed into the cavity, and his mouth and nose were choked to death. Flutter and Scratch would never show grace to let him breathe a sigh of relief.It has to be like this, otherwise, if the flesh of the heart has been cut out for a long time, it will suddenly fill in, and there will be no transition from empty to full, and the witch god will go crazy.He was afraid that he would lose his sanity, sense of propriety, and lack of patience because of this unexpected success.He had to bore him for a while, to get rid of more than 700 dark thoughts that came up day and night, such as crushing the bones of this man's hand, breaking his hamstring, and pouring a bowl of secret medicine so that he could not see, hear or hear from now on. Can't speak... How dare a crippled man with damaged hands and feet, deaf and blind, even think about running?Still not accepting fate?Why don't you obediently stay by his side and let him play around?