Suo Jinling

The sound of the wind whistling, the sound of horseshoes rattling, arrows shot from across the air, slashed close to the ears, nailed to the dead wood, the branches trembled endlessly, the tails of the arrows trembled up and down, Chen Jing's feet slipped, and he rolled down the slope, flesh and blood硌|Breaks out, hands and feet can't move, forehead hits the stone, eyes are blurred.

The snow fell on the high platform, the body was covered with a thick blanket, frostbite was born on the hands and feet, the tip of the nose was bloody, and a thin layer of frost had condensed.

Chen Jing lay on the ground, mist appeared in his eyes, he grabbed the arms of others, and breathed hoarsely: "Hongzhuo..."

The person next to him is his personal bodyguard Hong Zhuo, who was surnamed Chen by the head of the family, and he is with him day and night, and they are his close friends and relatives. At this moment, in order to protect him from the number of arrows in his body, and the blood stained his nose, he clenched Hong Zhuo's forearm tightly. Thinking of Hongzhuo accompanying him to practice martial arts, studying with him, standing with him as punishment, and taking it on his behalf, he took advantage of the night to steal the military badge of his late father, ran out of the city gate during the curfew, and swore to kill the barbarian great Khan Lanchi Aguda, beheaded. His head paid homage to his father, but Hong Zhuo couldn't stop him. He bent down and knelt down, cutting his palm with a sharp knife, "Where is the young master, please allow Hong Zhuo to go with you. Hong Zhuo swears by blood, You must protect the young master thoroughly."

Hongzhuo really protected him completely.

In exchange for life.

This is a friend who has been with him since he was a child. His body is warm and cold, his knuckles are curled up, his nails are blood-stained and dark purple, and his hair is black. He can't see his original appearance.

Lanchi Aguda's men were chasing after them. The sweaty horses from the northern Xinjiang had long legs and strong legs. Half of his chest collapsed, choking out a mouthful of residual blood, he tried his best to stand up, strangled Hong Zhuo's body, and tied him to his shoulders.

Hong Zhuo has the stature of a young man, his hands and feet are slender and powerful, and his body is far from being able to carry it. Chen Jing bowed his back, bent half of his body, and moved forward step by step. On the ground, perhaps Hong Zhuo should be put down, lest the blood will attract pursuers and jungle beasts, but Chen Jing can't let it go, the fallen leaves still have to return to their roots, Hong Zhuo is upright, brave and unparalleled, how can he sleep in the land of barbarians forever.

Chen Jing held down the crutch made of branches and moved forward step by step. His eyes were blurred, his nose was filled with coldness, and his father's figure flashed in front of his eyes. His father was wearing armor and striding towards him. He thought his father was going to beat him to pieces, so he shrank and closed his eyes, and hid in the corner with his arms folded. His father walked up to him, looked down at him, and a dark shadow fell. After a while, he laughed heartily and carried him on his shoulders, mercilessly Slap his ass a few times and grind his face with thick stubble.

He recalled squatting outside the door in the middle of the night, watching his mother hugging his father's back through the narrow crack of the door, and begging with tears like rain: "Sanlang, don't go, leave us orphans and widows here..."

The father was the third in the family, and the two older brothers died in the war. The mother fought with the father for many years, worked diligently to run the house, and played harmoniously with the father outside.

He couldn't see his mother's face clearly, but he could only see his father illuminated by the candlelight. The tall father's back collapsed, his waist was bent downward, and his shoulders were wrapped in slender hands, and he couldn't break free.

Perhaps it is reluctant to break free.

Remnant stars flicker, a lamp is like a bean, the candle is bright and dark, and the black shadow is reflected on the wall, like a ghostly shadow, which shakes the heartstrings.

Not long after his father died, his mother died in depression, and only his brother and sister-in-law were left in the house. He insisted on stealing the military badge, and he would not be able to hide it for long. If he died here...

The older brother has only one younger brother, and the elder sister-in-law is like a mother, who has always cared for him...

Chen Jing shuddered, his footsteps were fixed in place, the horse's hooves on top of his head stepped over, the falling snow fluttered, halfway turned into ice water, and crackled on his face.

He staggered, his insteps were so cold that he lost consciousness, the snow made him lose his keen sense of smell, and the barbarians couldn't find his hiding place, so they were so angry that they shot arrows randomly, the arrows brushed past each other, and the roots pierced into the toes, Chen Jing's hands and feet Trembling, Hong Zhuo was tightly tightened, his mind was filled with anger and fear, his heart was pounding, hitting the bone cavity in his chest.

The sound of horseshoes above his head became farther and farther away. After half an hour passed, he moved his stiff legs and rubbed down along the glacier. I don’t know how long he’s been walking, his body is steaming with heat, he just wants to take off his clothes and walk naked in the world, the whiteness in front of him is clean and no one is there, his eyes are stung by Bai Xue to the point of tears, his feet are weak, and he falls to his knees in a daze , The wound on his chest was frozen, and he couldn't even feel the pain.

"Hongzhuo, Hongzhuo, take you home, bear with me, wait a little longer, brother, sister-in-law, wait for us at home..."

Chen Jing's mouth was parched, he knelt down to scoop up the cold snow, and swallowed it whole. The compass was lost on the way to escape. He didn't know where it was, but he walked into a forest. His hands were skinny and his feet were full of gravel. He couldn't move, and he fell to the ground. Birds were chirping in the distance, and there were a few faint roars of animals. He couldn't hear the source and couldn't tell the direction. He wanted to get some food. There was no living thing as far as he could see, only a few withered grasses. He grabbed the grass leaves and swallowed them whole. His stomach was burning hot and he couldn't digest it.

The lungs seemed to be biting and devouring the lungs, his eyes were red, he stared at the huge tree crown in the distance, and walked towards that end with Hong Zhuo on his back.

After taking a few steps, he fell to the ground, got up and continued to move forward, his hands and feet were worn down until his skin was covered with bloodstains, white animal shadows roared in the distance, one after another, he didn't know what he was threatening, Chen Jing already had a premonition in his heart, today is not To starve to death is to freeze to death, there is no need to be afraid, but the head of Lanchi Aguda has never been obtained...

Only this matter cannot be let go, even if you go to Avici Hell to be burned by flames, you will not be reconciled.

The sky was getting darker, there was a small beast whimpering faintly in the forest, and the body behind it became more and more stiff, Chen Jing gritted his teeth, and touched Hong Zhuo's back with his hand: "Wait, wait, I'll pull it out for you, and let you clean it up!" Let's go..."

The cold wind howled behind him, and the arrow pierced through the air. Chen Jing reflexively turned his head, and the arrow brushed against his ear, splashing a blood mist.

caught up.

The barbarian... actually caught up.

Chen Jing didn't know where the strength came from, but his sore and limp legs stood upright, leading him to run forward, he limped forward, bumped in a panic, his throat seemed to swallow a frizzy reed, and he rode it down inch by inch, He was so choked that there was a fishy sweetness between his teeth, and he couldn't take in a trace of air.

There was a dead vine in front of him. He tripped over an obstacle, knocked his jaw to the ground, and shook his teeth.

He lay on the ground, subconsciously tightening his arms, afraid of falling to Hongzhuo.

My life is over.

His eyes were darkened, he couldn't see clearly, and he was born with the belief of jumping off the cliff with Hongzhuo's body. His father died at the hands of barbarians.

He hugged Hong Zhuo's body, and shuffled forward, the hooves behind him were getting closer and closer, but no one came forward to kill him, wolf howls came from the snow, one after another, the high pitch pierced the sky, Chen Jing looked at the matter Unclear, in a trance, he buried his head in the snow, the sound of horseshoes gradually mixed up behind him, he heard the panicked galloping of war horses, and the barbarians screamed: "Wolf! There are wolves! White wolves! White wolves are alive! "

The white wolf is alive... what is that...

Chen Jing lay on his side, holding Hong Zhuo in his arms, for fear that he would be choked by the ice and snow. He knew that in ancient times barbarians respected the white wolf, but that was all a legend. In recent years, no one has seen the white wolf. Will it be here?

The barbarians pushed and shoved, hunched over and trembling, hesitating whether to go forward, Chen Jing coughed muffled, lost a lot of blood, gradually lost consciousness, in a trance, only heard the horse's hoofs gradually scattered, the sound was getting farther and farther away, and there were rings of emerald tinkling in his ears , a white ankle appeared in the field of vision, with a ring of golden bells on the ankle bone, that foot was elegant and delicate, with round and reddish toes, it was a world of ice and snow, and this person did not wear boots, stepping on the white snow splattered with blood, as if Lotus grows step by step, containing a touch of sandalwood.

Bodhisattva came to pick him up.

Come to pick him up to reunite with his father, reunite with his mother, and reunite with Hong Zhuo, so that he doesn't have to suffer all the suffering in the world.

The next moment, Bodhisattva grabbed his neck and pulled him forward. His eyes were shattered and he couldn't breathe. He raised his arms and hugged Hong Zhuo: "Bodhisattva, my brother..."

The Bodhisattva lowered his head to look at him, the soft veil fluttered with the wind, the emerald green pupils faintly revealed, the coldness is not in the world.

Chen Jing barely propped up half of his body, the blood mist between his teeth was filled, and his chest was breathing unevenly. This Bodhisattva boy was standing barefoot in the snow with a bamboo hat on his head.

The golden bell jingled, and sandalwood came in strands.

Chen Jing couldn't hold it any longer, his eyes suddenly turned black, and he closed his eyes and threw himself into the snow.

Feeling turbulent in a daze, he seemed to be on the back of something, he got a mouthful of bristles, his chest was constantly bumping, broken bones rubbed against each other, faintly bleeding, he coughed a few times, his shoulders were grabbed by someone, and he leaned back , the pain eased a lot, he struggled and groped, touched Hong Zhuo's body at hand, the air flow|flowed out, and his consciousness completely lost.

Unexamined and staggering, he didn't know how long he had slept and how many nightmares he had, he shivered, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Burnt smell.

It was getting dark outside, he was inside the cave, and someone was burning meat and roasting meat, giving off a burnt aroma.

There seemed to be some kind of blanket under his body, his back was sunken in the fur, and the pain was no longer clear.

He stood up abruptly, the bones in his chest rubbed against each other, tearing and tearing, he covered his chest, took a few deep breaths, turned over and touched Hong Zhuo's side, took out his short dagger, and chopped off the black bone arrow body.

The body of the arrow is made of ebony wood unique to barbarians, which is flexible and hard, and extremely difficult to cut. His short dagger cuts iron like mud, and still cannot cut it off. He bent over and couldn't move.

After a few cuts, the bell jingled behind him, and the Bodhisattva came from behind, half-kneeling beside him, took the dagger in his palm, flicked his fingers twice, raised the knife and dropped it, gouging out an arrow.

Hong Zhuo's body was stiff, cold as ice, and the bodhisattva's hands were white and slender, as if he was treating someone who was still warm. He gently picked apart the flesh, and knocked away the black bones. Chen Jing closed his eyes, his shoulders trembled, and couldn't bear to look at it. full course.

My father said that a man should stand upright when he walks, don't frown on the neck of the knife holder, let alone be kind to a woman, because weakness will delay the overall situation.

He insisted on going out of the city despite the warnings of his brother and sister-in-law, and put himself in such a dangerous situation, which was disloyal.

It is unjust to cause Hong Zhuo to die in a foreign land because of his death.

It is unfilial to live up to your father's earnest teachings.

Unfaithful, unfilial, unkind, unrighteous...

There was a clatter in his ear, and the arrow fell to the ground. Hong Zhuo recovered as before, with a thin blanket covering his back, and he seemed to be asleep.

"Thank you Bodhisattva for saving my life." Chen Jing put his palms together and put them on his forehead. His chest was heaving with pain, and he bowed down to bow down and bowed down, "I will never forget your kindness and virtue. I, Ah Jing, the son of a farmer in Yongkang City, if it is useful I will go through fire and water to go to the humble place."

You can't easily reveal your identity when you are away from home, at least you can't expose it openly.

The Bodhisattva put his legs together, half-kneeled on the ground, with his fists hanging on his knees, stared at him quietly, and said after a while, "I'm not a Bodhisattva."

The sound is crisp and sweet, like jade hitting a wall, spring water ding-dong, with an indistinguishable taste of male and female.

Snowflakes flew by, lifting the half-veiled curtain.

Behind the gauze curtain, the blond hair was scattered, the sandalwood was overflowing, and the emerald green pupils looked down at him, looking cold and not like ordinary people.

Chen Jing was dumbfounded.

If this young man is not a Bodhisattva, what kind of Bodhisattva should he be?