Suo Jinling

The sky was dim and difficult to see, the wind and frost came rushing in, and the chill rolled over, forming a cold shell on the body.

He Zhongyin paused, brushed the teacup with his fingers, and said indifferently, "What kind of grass?"

"Zhu, heart, grass," Chen Jing smiled and squinted his eyes, turned his fingers half a circle, and rested them on the edge of the tea, "the legendary treasure that can life and death human flesh and bones, sir is very knowledgeable, have you heard of it?"

"Actually, I've never heard of it," He Zhongyin shook his head, "Ah Jing asked about this... what do you want to do with it?"

"After my sister-in-law gave birth, my husband went to Longmai's." Chen Jing stared at He Zhongyin's eyes and breathed out word by word, "Did you see anything?"

This is not the look of the past.

Not the fluffy puppy eyes of yesteryear.

The person in front of him is like a black wolf hunting, keeping an eye on the movement of the prey, ready to attack at any time.

"Back then there was black smoke and magma everywhere, and I couldn't see anything clearly." He Zhongyin sat down slowly and drank a sip of hot tea. "Afterwards, the flames ignited, and the surrounding vegetation was burned. I went to draw water outside the city. Then he returned home."

The house was silent, and the cold wind was howling outside the window. The master and the apprentice sat facing each other, and the young leaves swirled in the water, steaming, and a thin white mist fainted.

Chen Jing picked up the teacup and sipped it in small sips. The tea was light green in color and tasteless in the mouth, but the aftertaste was extraordinarily sweet, softly soaking through the throat.

"Sir, in recent years, it has either been raining heavily or the sun is scorching hot. The victims are starving and dying everywhere. Is there a way to rescue them?"

He Zhongyin's brows trembled slightly, his fingers were hidden in his long sleeves, and they were quietly bent into balls.

"The sun rises and the moon sets, the clouds disperse and the rain reaps, flowers bloom and wither, birth, old age, sickness and death are all caused by God's will, and cannot be resisted by human beings," He Zhongyin said, "Only by following the trend of the times can one be liberated."

"There are children on the side of the road who are about to starve to death, sir, don't you care?" Chen Jing frowned, "Mr. has a steamed bun in his hand, if you give it to him, he will live, if you don't give it to him, he will starve to death, sir, don't you care? "

"I can give it to him today, but tomorrow he has to find his own way out," He Zhongyin tapped his fingertips lightly, "If I don't give it to him today, he can go to dig the grass, pick up the leaves and fruits, and he can survive for a few days. Give it to him today, and the next day he is lucky and waits to ask for it from the next person on the side of the road, but no one comes all day, so he can only die earlier."

Chen Jing was stunned, and he clapped his palms and laughed: "Sir, you are right! The retribution of the heavenly cycle is not good, and everyone's fate is fixed, so why do you need to struggle anymore? It's enough to be that flat boat and just go with the flow!"

"What do you think Ah Jing?" He Zhongyin said with a smile, "If you are on that boat, what else can you do?"

"If the board leaks, I will dive into the water and swim to the shore." Chen Jing stood tall with his hands behind his waist. "If the long pole is still there, I will adjust the long pole to cross the water. Look for reeds to weave into grass ropes, wait for the opportunity to fly out of the loop, and drag the wooden boat to the shore."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Jing walked up to He Zhongyin, and leaned over to look at him directly: "Sir, praise it from the sky, and use it to control the destiny of heaven. People are not ruthless, even if they go against the sky, I will Give it a try."

He Zhongyin was startled.

This is not the Ah Jing who sneaked out to play like crazy.

This is the Hussar General of Daliang.

Dark clouds came in bursts, covering most of the daylight. The corners of Chen Jing's lips curled slightly, his eyes contained no smile, and his pupils were dark like ink stains, forcing people to sink into it, melting the internal organs and leaving no bones left behind.

"I have my own mansion," Chen Jing straightened up half of his body and put his arms around He Zhongyin's shoulders, "I'm going to go to war today, sir, come and see me off."

At this point, He Zhongyin couldn't refuse. He followed Chen Jing to the newly built mansion. The mansion was built on the edge of Yongkang City, backed by mountains and surrounded by water. Stepping into the cage, you can only feel the sound of the wind, the gongs and iron tiles are full of chills, but there is a painting pavilion on the lake in the mansion, the breeze blows through the clear water, and it is still a bit soft.

Chen Jing asked someone to set up a table of good dishes, and poured wine for He Zhongyin frequently. He Zhongyin didn't drink much on weekdays, and he never liked the taste of wine. He didn't know how to eat, so when he saw Chen Jing was slightly drunk, he got up and said goodbye, but Chen Jing didn't keep him anymore, he just asked him to take him back in a car, so as not to catch a cold.

He Zhongyin got into the car, feeling cold all the way, and the heat dissipated. When he returned to the yard, his hands and feet were still stiff, and he sat straight on the couch, his eyes were empty, and he didn't know where to look.

He Xiuzhu steamed the snacks, and poured water to help his father soak his feet. In the past, his father was delicate and precious, and when the hot water was slightly hot, he would kick over the porcelain basin. Now there is white mist in the basin, He Zhongyin doesn't seem to know Pain, the corner of the eye didn't even twitch.

"Father...what's the matter with you, what happened?" He Xiuzhu knelt on the ground, gently shaking his father, "but I don't feel well, go back to the bedroom and have a rest."

He Zhongyin raised his head subconsciously, stretched his arms forward, and grabbed He Xiuzhu's forehead and hair.

After so many years, Xiuzhu has grown from a child to a young man, and there are shallow fine lines at the end of his eyes, which can't be seen when he looks closely.

He Zhongyin lowered his eyelids and looked at himself in the water. The wrinkles on his face were painted on. If he washes it with medicine, his face will be the same as it was ten years ago. Maybe ten years later, it will still look like this.

Compared with ordinary people...he is a freak.

He Zhongyin grabbed his forehead hair, buzzing in his head, many pictures flew like snowflakes, filling his mind, he was confused, shaking his head in a trance: "Xiuzhu...isn't dad... . . . selfish to the core."

He Xiuzhu hurriedly raised his hand, and pressed his father's forehead: "No fever... What's the matter with you, Dad?"

"Let's go," He Zhongyin got up suddenly, and walked into the room barefoot, "We've stayed here for too long, we should leave."

He Xiu couldn't figure it out, he hurriedly picked up the shoes and put them on his feet: "Father, why did you leave suddenly? If you want to go, you can take a rest first. I will take care of these things and hire a car." carriage······"

He Zhongyin turned a deaf ear to it, bent over when he reached the edge of the collapse, took out a huge cloth bag, and stuffed things into it desperately, grabbing another one if it wasn't enough, flinging the door of the cupboard and digging outside, the hairpin box flew outside, and rolled to the ground. corner.

He Xiuzhu was startled, and hurriedly snatched it into his hand, and blew away the floating dust: "Father..."

He Zhongyin punched the cabinet, the pain spread from the back of his hand to his chest, he clenched his teeth, tried his best to calm down, took the hairpin box from He Xiuzhu's hand, and slowly sat down on the couch.

Zhuxincao stands tall and graceful, swaying in the wind.

He Zhongyin rubbed the hairpin box, his mind was clear, he didn't know how much Ah Jing knew, he only knew that they couldn't keep Yongkang City.

It's just that riding a tiger is hard to get off at this moment, if you leave rashly, it will appear that you have a dark heart and an ulterior secret.

I don't know where the boy went.

Now...but still alive.

He Zhongyin looked out the window, the tender grass under the canopy squeezed away the gravel, and a ray of greenness emerged, trying to grow in the cracks.

The new wind billowed in, the flag fluttered rustlingly, the wolf's head protruded from the flag with fangs, and the eyes burst into a fierce light.

Outside the Beiyi Green Forest Field, large tents were lined up one after another. The main tent stood high in the middle. Inside, a woman was crying hoarsely, and the shrill sound tore through the night sky. One person came out and knelt beside Lan Jingming, his body trembling like chaff: "Gele...the fetal position is not right, one day has passed, I'm afraid it's not easy to give birth."

Lan Jingming knelt outside the main tent, folded his hands on his knees, looked down at her fixedly: "Wanula can be born."

"Gele, Gele, the old woman is nearly seventy years old, and her old eyes are too dim to see. I beg Gele to forgive me..."

"Who else can use the tent?" Lan Jingming breathed out coldly, "Go and call everyone over. If not, go to Landao Zhenlan Durlan Xinhong's tent and say that I want to borrow someone, and they will borrow it." If you don’t borrow them, they will all be captured.”

"Yes," Fugele Yagezhen stepped forward upon hearing the words, "I will ride a horse to borrow someone."

Ya Ge really brought a steed horse, swung the long whip on the horse's back, and walked on the wind.

He would rather go out and borrow someone than stay in Lan Jingming's tent.

Not long after Lan Jingming was promoted to Gele, he was promoted to vice Gele and accompanied Lan Jingming. It was originally a good thing for Guangzong Yaozu to rise to the top, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close to Gele, and Gele was not close to women. He doesn't like meat, he doesn't like to listen to flattery, and he doesn't like fine wine. Accord really always wants to do what he likes, but he always doesn't know how to do it.

If you say what Gele likes...does he like killing? Well, it seems that he doesn't like it.

Gele was indomitable on the battlefield, broke into the enemy camp alone, and never flinched, but he strictly ordered not to kill the elderly, women and children, and his behavior was incompatible with others. He was also a lone wolf in Beiyi. Intersect with others.

Having said that, fighting is not life-threatening. It seems that life is torture, and death is liberation.

Soon after he was promoted to Gele, he was sent to recover the Tager tribe. The leader of the Targer tribe laughed at Gele as a golden-haired doll who was not weaned.

Half of Gele's body was blood-stained, and the coolness fell on his face like rain. His blond hair was condensed into thin ropes, and fell to the crest of his neck.

Since then, Gele has asked someone to create a ghost mask, which he wears on his face whenever he goes out in battle, and never takes it off again.

After this, no one dared to mock Gele anymore, but this ghost face is really terrifying. After several victories, it was rumored to be miraculous, saying that this ghost face is possessed by a ghost face Shura, and if you touch it, you will be seduced , will never be reborn.

In this way, rumors spread from eleven to eleven, and Gele became an ugly ghost-faced ghost, who could stop children from crying at night after hearing it, and ordinary people dared not contact him anymore.

It's just that... Guller is human after all, and he can get hurt and fail.

The Great Khan issued many orders. No matter how difficult the task was, Gele never complained and flinched. When he regained the Chunhe tribe, his mask was chopped off with a knife, and the blade slipped between his eyebrows, almost blinding his eyes. The scar is almost deep enough to see the bone; when he recovered the Luo Ye tribe, he was scratched on the cheek by a sword, and there was a red mark under his left eye, which could not dissipate for a long time; , and finally took care of it, there was a red scar on the side of the lip, which was eye-catching.

As for the scars on his body, there are countless scars. After following Gele for a long time, Ya Gezhen has seen Gele change day by day. The former blond hair and blue eyes slowly faded away, and he became the same as ordinary people. The scars on his body have been more than a year old. If he strips off his outer robe at this time... I am afraid that he will not find a good piece of meat.

Ya Gezhen sighed, clamped the horse's back with his legs, and reined in the reins deeply.

What did Gele look like when he was just promoted to vice Gele?

I can't remember.

Hoarse shouts continued in the tent, Lan Jingming remained expressionless, and knelt quietly outside the tent, with no sadness or joy in his eyes, everyone around him was silent, and he dared not breathe out.

Outside the tent, a man tightened his reins and pissed off the horse's hooves, and fell to the ground tremblingly: "Bye, see Gele..."

"You don't need to kneel to me," Lan Jingming said calmly, "You are Vanuula's man, you should go in and accompany her."

The man kowtowed three more times before he changed into his outer robe and went in. After a night like this, at dawn, a baby was crying in the tent, the sound of crying pierced the sky.

Everyone around him breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Gele cautiously. The morning light fell on Gele's face, like a handful of tulle, leaching a bit of softness.

The man was holding the baby in his infancy, beaming out, and presented the doll in front of Lan Jingming: "Gele, Vanura, please give the baby a name."

The morning sun was reflected on his face, and Lan Jingming's eyes were stinging. He raised his hand carefully and held the baby in his arms.

It turns out that a newborn doll looks like this.

Small, wrinkled, red, like a monkey that hasn't grown.

When I escaped from the General's Mansion, my sister-in-law's child should have been born.

One year, two years, three years, four years, five years, six years, seven years...

It should be seven years old.

It should be running all over the place.

Lan Jingming knelt for too long, staggered when he got up, almost fell to the ground, he didn't want others to help him, he went to change his outer robe, opened the curtain and walked into the tent.

The tent was full of blood, and Vanura's face was pale, with a joyful and calm expression, frankincense lingering all over her body, Lan Jingming knelt down beside her, staring into her eyes: "I can't name your child."

"Why," Vanuula stretched out his hand from under the quilt and held Lan Jingming's finger, "what are you afraid of?"

"It's unlucky," Lan Jingming said, "I'm an unlucky person. Your child will be a prairie eagle. A lucky person should name him."

"Who said that!" Vanura propped up half of her body and fell back into the mattress exhausted, "Who said you are unlucky, who said you are an ominous person, who said..."

Looking at Lan Jingming's face, she barely raised her arm, put her finger on her cheek, and gently rubbed the corner of her lips: "Jingming, you are not like you..."

Vanuula was weak after giving birth, tears accumulated in her eyes, she sobbed a few times through her nose, and couldn't help crying.

She was exhausted and fell asleep after crying for a while. Lan Jingming put the doll beside her, got up and walked out of the main tent.

Before Wanura gave birth, the main tent was given to her. Lan Jingming walked around the field several times a day, setting up all the fences and traps. He had nowhere to go at night, and Lao Tuzhen frequently asked others He had no choice but to wander into Lao Tuzhen's tent reluctantly, and he didn't want to go forward after entering the tent, he just wanted to sit silently by the tent.

Old Tuzhen was still boiling the medicine. He didn't know what was cooking in the pot. It smelled burnt, and it made people's noses itchy. Lan Jingming covered his lips with his hands and coughed softly. At first he could suppress it, but then he couldn't stop it. He stopped, coughing louder and louder, his lungs choked with pain, his throat was full of blood, he arched his body, and coughed out a mouthful of brown blood, the breath was much smoother.

There was a sudden heaviness on his back. Someone put a robe on him, held his wrist, and gently pressed his pulse. Lan Jingming remained silent and allowed Lao Tuzhen to diagnose his pulse. Withdrawing his arms, wrapping the outer robe on his back, forming a ball, he looked up at the bright moon.

Only the bright moon is neither sad nor happy, shining in all directions like a day for several years.

Lao Tuzhen's medicine spoon hit the top of the earthen pot, and there was a constant ding dong, hitting the ear bones. Lan Jingming rubbed his palm and exhaled white air: "How long do I have? One year, Or two years?"

Lao Tuzhen boiled the medicine silently, without answering.

"Well, it looks like it hasn't been there for a year." Lan Jingming spread out his palms, clenched his fists silently, and muttered to himself, "If there are no bones left, and there is no goshawk to guide her, can I wait for my mother in the future?"

"No, she won't want me to wait for her. She should live a hundred years and die," Lan Jingming shook his head, stroking his thoughts away, "It's too embarrassing to be so weak today. In this life, I only hope that my soul will be scattered, and in the next life Don't go back into reincarnation."

Old Tuzhen cherishes words like gold all the year round, Lan Jingming never expects anyone to reply, he just sometimes doesn't want to be alone, if there is a little popularity around him, it will be much better.

In the middle of the night, he left Lao Tuzhen's account, went to sit by the river, and quietly looked at the river.

Vanoula said he wasn't like him anymore.

What should he be like?

What was he like?

Facing the moonlight, Lan Jingming stretched his fingers and pressed them on his cheeks, and pressed his fingers inward, digging out five red marks.

This is his face, even if this layer of skin is peeled off, there is no way to return to the past.

The dead leaves rustled down, the horseshoes stepped on the flying snow, and a murderous aura surged from the wind, like a giant python walking in the dark night, crawling through the deep river valley, showing its sharp fangs.

Howling wolves came one after another. Lan Jingming knew that white wolves would not howl for no reason. He blew the horn and ordered Deputy Gele Accord to escort the elderly, women and children back. He put on a mask and led a group of elite soldiers , groped along the river.

Turning across two rivers, a group of elite soldiers stood opposite. The leader was covered in armor, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his eyes were as bright as stars, competing with the moonlight for brilliance.

The person who came was riding a tall horse, holding a long spear, the tip of which was covered with red tassels.

"There is no place to find when you break through the iron shoes, and it doesn't take much effort to get there," Chen Jing laughed loudly, and pointed the spear in the air, "You are the ghost-faced Shura? Tell me your name, today your life will end here, I am Chen Jing, General of Daliang Hussars, and I will take your head today."

The steed neighed and took half a step back. Lan Jingming tightened the reins and silently looked at the person coming.

Seven years passed in a blink of an eye, the two of them once fell asleep together, but now they are facing each other as if separated by a chasm.

The language used by Beiyi was different from that of Daliang, and they all had nicknames when they marched and enlisted in the army. If they didn't answer in Daliang's official language, Chen Jing would not know his name.

Sure enough... we met again, on the battlefield.

Want to take my head?

It also depends on whether you have the ability.

Come on, Ah Jing, let me see how much progress you have made over the years, is it enough to fight with me.

Lan Jingming chuckled hoarsely, his back trembling. He held down the hilt of the long sword, pulled the blade outward, and flung it to the ground.

The sword cuts iron like mud, the blade reflects the moonlight, and the silver arc flows like water.

The officers and soldiers behind Chen Jing drew their swords one after another, each frowning.

The meeting on the battlefield should have reported the name, but the general had already reported the name, but the ghost-masked man on the other side didn't say a word, obviously he didn't take the general seriously.

Chen Jing didn't take it seriously, he bent down and tightened the reins, and squeezed the spear tightly in his hand, his blood boiled, and veins appeared on his neck.

He smelled the feeling of being on fire, and the long-unburned heat wave rolled in his heart, like a raging fire that burned up the dry grass, arousing yearning in his heart.

He likes this opponent.

This opponent excited him.

The ghost face was like a charm, entwined under the moonlight, standing far away in the wind.

Blood surged from all limbs, Chen Jing speared forward, and the officers and soldiers behind him swung their whips and rushed to the opposite side.

Lan Jingming swung his long sword, and the elite soldiers behind him jumped into the enemy army. He rode his horse forward, and the sword drew an arc and collided with the long spear.

With a bang, Lan Jingming's wrist was in severe pain, and he almost let go of the hilt of his sword. He clenched his teeth, swung his sword out of the way and stabbed quickly, barely being blocked by the spear.

Chen Jing raised his gun to block the sword, his brows were opened in surprise, and his chest was full of joy. Recently, he swung his sword and knives and almost no one could stop him. Now he met an opponent, how could he not be excited.

"Good skill," Chen Jing said with a smile, "Eat my gun!"