Comprehension: Grinding the Gun

The two of them ran with all their strength and did not take the mountain path. Whenever the steep slope was less than two zhang, they would jump down regardless of their body.

When I got closer to the village, I saw several corpses lying here and there on the side of the field ridge and on the path, all of them were farmers and village women in short brown clothes.

Zhan Changsheng's heart was beating wildly, and he ran wildly, Zhan Xiaoqi couldn't catch up with him, so he cried out in terror: "Brother Changsheng!"

But he couldn't care less, all the way he saw the fences collapsing, houses burning, corpses lying all over the ground, scorched earth everywhere, blood mud everywhere.The more Zhan Changsheng looked at it, the more frightened he was. He walked a few steps forward and turned around the central ancestral hall of the village. He saw a black-robed and black-armored demon army cavalry holding a spear, chasing a peasant woman with a young girl. It was Yang Shi and Ning'er.

Zhan Changsheng's eyes were about to burst, he only felt the flames of anger in his head, and he didn't care about other things, he tore a piece of flaming wooden stick from the burning wooden house at the side, held it with both hands, roared, and after a few steps, there was a violent blow Flying forward, catching up with the cavalryman, the wooden stick hit the cavalryman heavily on the back of the head.

The cavalryman didn't wear a helmet, maybe he was hit in the vital point, and he fell down from the horse without saying a word, and fell to the ground without a sound.

Just as Zhan Changsheng landed, he threw a wooden stick to support Yang, "Mother!"

Yang Shi was still in shock, and when she saw Zhan Changsheng, she would only cry: "Changsheng, take your sister away!"

Ning'er did not shed tears, but said in a childish voice: "Brother, take mother away."

Zhan Changsheng suddenly felt a pain in his chest, his little sister was only six years old, yet she was born so precociously and well-behaved, the moment of life and death was even more painful.

Zhan Changsheng hugged Ning'er and said, "Let's go together..."

The back was suddenly pierced by sharp pain, and soon after a piercing scream was heard, all the strength in Zhan Changsheng's body was pulled away.As soon as her arm went limp, Ning'er fell to the ground.

He only looked down, and saw a silver-gray cold three-edged arrow protruding from the middle of his chest, as if stained with blood.Blood gushed out, staining his clothes red.

It was excruciatingly painful and icy cold.Zhan Changsheng only recalled that this beige gown was stitched by Yang Shi and Ning Er one by one, so he was confused and worried. Although the puncture of the feather arrow can be repaired, the light color stained with blood cannot be washed clean. But what to do.

The cries of mother and younger sister were indistinct, as if they were coming from across the Santu River, Zhan Changsheng tried his best to raise his hand, but he couldn't even move his fingers.

In the blood-red field of vision, I saw a general of the demon army coming on horseback, holding an iron tire bow in his hand, the armor outside the black robe was as red as blood, and the beast heads on both sides of the shoulder guards opened their mouths ferociously, revealing sharp teeth that seemed to be dripping blood .

That general is like an ice sculpture, his face is white and handsome, but he is as cold as ice, even his eyes are completely devoid of color, like two mercury balls, so it is difficult to distinguish the emotions.

Only a head of long dark red hair fluttered in the wind, and a red mark between his eyebrows, like blood dripping on the frost all over the ground.

Zhan Changsheng was seriously injured, but he could see that person clearly, as if he wanted to engrave his image firmly in his bones and blood.

The general said coldly: "Countryman, you actually lost one of the Bloodfang Cavaliers in this seat, death is not a pity."

He only pulled the reins, and the Celestial Horse stood up proudly, and when it fell again, its front hooves stomped heavily on Zhan Changsheng's back.

Only a few piercing snapping sounds were heard, and the boy spat out a few more mouthfuls of blood with minced meat, and he breathed out more than he took in.

A guard beside him said: "Your Majesty, what should we do with the 170 people captured alive in the village?"

The general in red hair and blood armor had thin lips like a knife, and said: "Kill him."

The guards lead the way.

After a burning, killing and looting, the whole village was dead silent, only the flames were burning fiercely, and the crackling sound of dead wood was heard from time to time.

Qinghe Village has a population of 410 and [-] people, most of them collapsed in the houses in the village, and there was no movement.

The Xiaoqing River outside the village was stained with blood, but it was still gurgling, gradually diluting the blood.

Zhan Changsheng lay on the ground with his head on his side, in a trance, he felt pain in all his limbs, as if countless hammers had been slammed down on him.After a long time of pain, it becomes numb.

A little crystal snow fluttered and fell in front of my eyes.

Less than a foot away from his eyes, there is a small hand tightly clenched into a fist, a little snow-white icing is faintly exposed between the fingers, it is Ninger's favorite peanut paste.

This foot is so close to the world, Zhan Changsheng tried his best, but he couldn't cross it.

The snowflakes fell more and more densely, floating on Zhan Changsheng's cheeks icily, and then slowly melted into water, dripping down the cheeks and bridge of nose, like tears.

In the late spring, it was supposed to be full of flowers and warm wind, but now it is snowing.

However, Zhan Changsheng heard a familiar voice in the chaos of dying memories, sonorous and ruthless, indifferent, like a sharp and thick-backed long knife, whispering, "Do you want to die or live?"

Zhan Changsheng's eyes were already gloomy, and he saw a black shadow standing in front of his eyes. Against the gray and black background, it seemed like a ghost descended.

Zhan Long still asked with a serious look: "If you want to die, I will give you a ride; if you want to live, I will save your life."

Zhan Changsheng stared at the black shadow, but the red-haired general of the magic army suddenly appeared in his mind, and with the last bit of strength in his body, he said sharply: "I want revenge, I... want to live!"

He only said that his voice was shrill and piercing, and it fell into Zhan Long's ears, but it was just a vague sound surging from the blood plasma.

Zhan Long said: "Since that's the case, are you willing to make a blood contract with me? Just enter my sect and help me restore my original body, and I will save your life."

Zhan Changsheng only felt that the voice was like whispering from a devil, and he wanted to make a deal with him.But he had no choice, desperate, only said: "I am willing."

Zhanlong's black robe was inflated by spiritual power, and a crack of an inch or so suddenly appeared between his forehead, and the silver light in the crack was dazzling, shooting out ten thousand zhang of light.

Zhan Changsheng suddenly felt his body lighten up, and he was in the middle of a sea of ​​fiery red flowers in the blink of an eye.

The pain and powerlessness disappeared without a trace, Zhan Changsheng raised his hands and feet, he felt nimble and light, and even his clothes were intact.He looked around, but saw that he was on the bank of the river, and the blue light came from nowhere, and the sea of ​​flowers under his feet became more colorful.

The flowers are bright red and slender, one by one, without branches and leaves, blooming alone, but Zhan Changsheng recognized it, this flower is called Lycoris, also known as Manzhushahua, it is rumored to bloom on the bank of the Santu River, it is the flower of the dead .

Crowds scattered around in the sea of ​​flowers, silently walking towards the same place without saying a word.As far as the eye can see, a blue-gray arch bridge spans the long river, and pedestrians walk on the bridge in a file, which is very quiet.

Zhan Changsheng was startled, and knew that this place was the entrance to the Netherworld, named Wangchuan.

The long river is wide and far away, it is the Santu River that separates the two worlds of human beings and the underworld. The dead are guided by the messengers of the underworld, cross the bridge of Naihe and enter the realm of the dead, and can no longer turn back.

When Zhan Changsheng was about to wake up, he saw two rows of ghost envoys in white robes and white hair walking towards him. The leader was an old woman in a straight white gown, with chicken skin and white hair, and she was standing in front of Zhan Changsheng holding a walking stick with a dragon's head in her hand. , the voice was like an old crow, "Young student, why don't you leave?"

Zhan Changsheng felt that the voice was like ice and snow passing across his back, his whole body trembled, but he said in a solemn voice: "I have not avenged my revenge, my wish has not been fulfilled, I can't go."

The woman's face was dull, and she only said: "Since you have arrived here, if you don't report it, you will report it, and if you don't, it will be the same. Time doesn't wait for me, so hurry up and leave."

The two rows of messengers behind her shook off the chains in their hands, and they were going to lock him up.

Zhan Changsheng hurriedly took two steps back, and bumped into someone with his back. It was Zhan Long, who supported his shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Follow me back."

The old woman's expression changed suddenly, and she said sharply: "Impermanence III Dragon Slaying Spear! Why are you here? This person is not your master, so don't cause trouble."

But Zhan Long spread out his palm, a little silver shard in the palm, no more than the size of a small fingernail, turned into boundless brilliance in an instant, illuminating the Santu River as if it were daylight in the human world.

He said again in a deep voice: "I have made a blood contract with this person. This worldly blade is enough to save his life once. If he stops him again, he will be killed."

Hearing the words, several Ming envoys stepped forward angrily, and the woman quickly tilted the crutches of the dragon's head to stop the group of people from moving.Her voice was hoarse and shrill, piercing through the whistling wind that came from nowhere, "Impermanence of the Third World Slaying the Dragon Spear, piercing Yin and Yang, investigating life and death, determining cause and effect, and cutting the way of immortality! God’s punishment. You still don’t know how to repent and create chaos everywhere. You should be destroyed in the hands of the god king! Now relying on a bit of the blade fragments of this world to disturb my underworld and take away my karma, if you don’t avenge this revenge, the underworld will be restless!”

The tornado hummed and rolled up thousands of red flowers along the Santu River, like a scarlet waterfall descending from the sky. Under the silver light, the slender petals gently undulated, hovered, and bloomed, turning into red lotuses. Surrounding Zhan Changsheng and Zhanlong.

Zhanlong hugged Zhan Changsheng in his arms and rose from the ground. Surrounded by thousands of red lotus flowers, he was getting farther and farther away from the ground, but he saw the dead on the Santu River were like weaving, gradually turning into ant-sized particles.

But Zhan Changsheng said worriedly: "What should I do if I have an enmity with the Hades?"

Zhan Long sneered coldly: "For those who are stern and soft-hearted, the more they shout, the less they are afraid. There are not many such people."

Under the sunlight above his head, Zhan Changsheng opened his eyes, only to find that he was still lying in the dead Qinghe Village, but the pain dissipated and there was no injury left.

Standing in front of him, Zhan Long said in a deep voice, "I've exhausted my spiritual power, and I need to rest for a while, so you can do it yourself."

As soon as the words were finished, the man disappeared in an instant, and the black shirt and obscene clothes slowly fell from mid-air.

Zhan Changsheng was dumbfounded, but saw a long black and brown stick full of fine cracks on the stone ground in front of him.