Suo Jinling

The moonlight poured down like flowing water like a curtain, and without saying a word, Old Tuzhen snatched Lan Jingming's wine bag away and walked ahead.

Lan Jingming couldn't touch the wine, so he glanced at his mouth reluctantly, and licked it like a child, licking the scattered wine beads into his lips.

In the dazed and bewildered night, only the alcohol made him intoxicated.

There were several fierce battles that night, the old and the weak, women, children and elite soldiers in the tent were exhausted, so they returned to their camps to rest. Lan Jingming sat by the river, picked up branches and rowed on the ground, thinking about how to defend against the enemy.

The terrain here is rugged and there are many canyons, and the snow that falls all the year round makes the top of the mountain full of ice. Since Ah Jing and the others dared to go deep into the hinterland of Beiyi, they must have come prepared. There are many soldiers and horses behind them, and the tactics of crowds can drag themselves to death. Kolandur Lan Xinhong couldn't get away, if he asked his father Khan to force them back, the other tribes would also notice the clue and wait for an opportunity to get a piece of the pie, and it would be even more difficult for him to support himself when the time came.

It seems that...there is no choice but to cut off Ah Jing's food and grass, forcing them to retreat to Daliang.

If Ah Jing refuses to give in at a critical moment, and has to kill the opponent to force a way out, will he be able to do so?

Lan Jingming clenched his fists, the roots of the branches broke, and the sharp corners pierced into his palms.

Can you do it?

Kill Ah Jing, kill the illusory illusion, kill...the self who once lived in the general's mansion.

Countless dreams flooded into his head. In the dream, he and Ah Jing met on a narrow road, and they died together every time. The blood flowed like a waterfall, soaking the grass and dyeing the entire river red.

For myself, this is the best destination.

But for Ah Jing, elder brother and sister-in-law would lose their younger brother, Liang Guoguo would lose their general, and Yongkang City would lose their patron.

Can't think any more.

I can't think about Lan Jingming anymore.

Now you are fighting for Beiyi, when will such a woman's benevolence be able to achieve great things.

The branches were crushed into pieces in the palm of his hand, Lan Jingming stood up on his knees, his eyes swayed into the distance with the surge of the river.

In the next day, Lan Jingming sent spies out to search for the food and grass of Chen Jing's army. There was so much food and grass that one granary could not fit in it. There were five or six granaries piled up in the forest, surrounded by heavy guards, and even a bird could not see it. Can't fly in.

Lan Jingming also went to see it in person. He stood on the high cliff and looked at the opposite side. Ah Jing's soldiers were silent and orderly. , I only felt that Ah Jing seemed to have noticed something, raised his head in the dense forest, his eyes penetrated the dark night like a torch, and pierced into his eyebrows.

Lan Jingming was startled, hid behind the tree trunk, pressed the mask with his fingers, trembling endlessly, and pressed hard inward.

Ah Jing's gaze was full of murderous intent, like a long arrow made of ice and snow, piercing through the clouds and mists in the sky, splitting himself in half.

This is... on the battlefield.

They are enemies.

Lan Jingming fastened the mask tightly, and the iron bone pressed the tip of his nose and crushed it into his side cheek. He couldn't breathe, his eyelids were soaked in cold sweat, and the corners of his eyes twitched from the Sha.

When the sky was about to clear, Lan Jingming slapped his horse back, discussed with Lan Daozhen, and decided on a strategy to lead Chen Jing into the Tiger Leaping Gorge. Lan Daozhen led people to burn the food and grass to cut off the way back, and beat Ah Jing to death. caught off guard.

It was cloudless on the day of the war, and the two sides repaired for a whole day with strong soldiers and strong horses. They met in the narrow road of Tiger Leaping Gorge, and each showed their weapons.

The flag swayed with the wind, the water flowed continuously in the canyon, and the flowing water fell from the sky, hitting a large piece of stone wall, and the gravel splashed into the air, slapping his cheek drippingly, and the long string was ready to go off in mid-air. Chen Jing drew his knife out of its sheath, and pointed it far away: "Come on."

Lan Jingming slapped the horse up, the sword collided with each other, and the sound of gold and stone was struck. The two horses, one black and one white, hissed and screamed when they collided.

Chen Jing stepped forward with a knife, and grabbed the white horse's neck. The white horse kicked back and dragged Lan Jingming backwards. Lan Jingming tightened the reins and swung the sword in front of him. There was a creaking sound, and blood was smelled in his nose.

Blood fell on the plum branches, and Lan Jingming's forearm was injured, and his strength dissipated a lot. He took half a step back, pulled out a white cloth to crush the injury, patted the horse around twice, and swooped obliquely.

Chen Jing raised his saber to block, his chest was full of joy, this ghost-faced Shura was not very strong, but he became more courageous as he got frustrated, he swung his long sword vigorously, never flinching, it really made him fight hard.

The elite soldiers brought by Lan Jingming were far less than Chen Jing's. He didn't want to love fighting, but just wanted to hold people back and create opportunities for Landaozhen.

The horns were sounded, and the wind was surging. Lan Jingming's thoughts changed, and he knew that it was Landaozhen who reported to him...but it was too fast.

No matter how soon it will be a battle, how can it be easy to succeed.

Lan Jingming knew something was wrong, so he flattered his horse and wanted to retreat. Chen Jing swung his long whip, half of his body came forward, and the sound of his lips came to Lan Jingming's ear with the wind: "The granaries are all fake."

Lan Jingming was in a trance for a moment, the strength in his arms relaxed, Chen Jing slashed up with the saber, and slashed down head-on. This blow was bound to kill someone, but Lan Jingming was exhausted, and he barely turned half of his body on his side, but Chen Jing couldn't hold back his strength. , unexpectedly grabbed Lan Jingming's forearm, and the two fell off the horse and fell into the turbulence of the canyon.

Surprises suddenly erupted from all around, and several deputy generals from both sides fell down, trying to fish them out, but the water flow was too fast, and the two were swept up without a trace, and only the steeds were neighing and kicking in panic on the shore.

The two fell into the rushing river one after another. They were entangled in water plants, and their mouths were filled with muddy water. They were almost unable to move. When people panicked, they would subconsciously hold onto something. Unable to catch his breath, Lan Jingming's heart was hot, his throat was sore, he struggled a few times, water gushed through his fingers, and he couldn't hold anything.

There was a sudden chill in his nose, Lan Jingming barely opened his eyes, raised his hand to caress his lips, the tip of the knife flashed in front of his eyes, half of his mask was cut off, muddy water poured into his mouth, a force grabbed his shoulders, and lifted him up As soon as he mentioned it, he slammed onto the shore suddenly.

Lan Jingming rolled twice on the bank, coughing up a mouth full of sand, the thin scar on his lip was full of water vapor, revealing a coquettish and residual red.

When the soldiers on both sides found them, they rushed over yelling and dragged them back to their own camp. Chen Jing squeezed the long knife tightly and coughed the sand out of his mouth.

He didn't know what was wrong with him.

With such a good timing just now, he should slit the neck of this ghost-faced Shura, or kick him hard, causing him to sink to the bottom of the water without leaving any bones.

That ghost-faced Shura sent someone to burn most of his granaries. Thanks to his more than one granary, the loss would not be too heavy. Just then he said that the fake granary was nothing more than a fraud, just to blow up a loophole and take the ghost-faced Shura's life. But just now this great opportunity... was actually let go by him.

Not only let it go, but also accidentally pulled this person, dragged him to the shore, and left him alone.

It still works to keep him.

Chen Jing clenched his fist silently, desperately trying to convince himself.

To keep Nalanchi Aguda alive, this is his purpose.

Lan Jingming was drenched all over, his armor was covered with water plants and sand, and there was a bloodstain between his nose, flowing down his collarbone.

The blood was endlessly smeared, reflected by the white snow like a red plum, reflected in the water in the distance.

Chen Jing was in a trance for a moment, only felt that this scene seemed familiar, and when he thought about it again, it was like smoke, and he couldn't touch anything.

Lan Jingming couldn't stand upright, his legs and feet became weak after holding his breath for too long, and he almost fell to the ground. Ya Gezhen rushed to help him mount the horse, and a group of people no longer wanted to fight, and retreated back to the forest.

Chen Jing stood on the spot, spat out the muddy water in his mouth, and stared at the backs of these people. He didn't ask anyone to chase them, but only asked them to move the granary first, so as not to be affected again.

He knows that it is not a blessing if he loses his horse. He has fought a few times like this, and he knows that this ghost-faced Shura can use his brain, and that kid with the bastard tattoo on his neck is an out-and-out reckless man. Raise to the sky, and from now on, as long as you do a little trick... you will be able to capture people in the palm of your hand.

Landau really burned several granaries, and when he was overjoyed, he was shot on the horse's buttocks with a burning arrow blade. His own robe was scorched, and his entire face seemed to be fished out of a pile of coal. He returned to the camp and washed it in water It took a long time before I felt that I had saved my life.

Lan Jingming felt uncomfortable in his heart, his face was pale, he kept coughing all the way, he would slip off the horse, he was almost unable to sit still, Ya Gezhen was half-supporting and half-embracing him on the back, finally sent him into the tent, ordered him to Watching outside, he went to clean up the remnants and deploy defensive formations.

The tent is dark, only the charcoal basin is burning in the corner, and the bedding is soft and piled up in several layers, lying on it like falling clouds, making people fall into it and don't want to open their eyes.

With blood in his throat, Lan Jingming buried his head under the pillow, lifted the quilt to wrap himself up, and tried his best to suppress the cough, not wanting to shake the morale of the army because of his injury.

Ya Ge was really anxious and didn't know what to do. Over the years, he had witnessed Gele's battles in the north and south, his flesh and blood were full of scars, his body was getting worse day by day, and he poured bowls of bitter medicine one after another, but it still had no effect , Sometimes a scrape will bleed, and it will stop after changing the medicine several times. Gele never shows signs of depression in front of the army. Next, barely rest for a while.

In terms of age...he is much older than Gele, but if things go on like this, whether Gele can live to his age is still unknown.

Lan Jingming didn't know what Ya Ge was really thinking, and he didn't know what the outside world was like. Now he was always chilling all over his body, and sometimes he slept all night without any heat from the bedding. No matter how many charcoal basins were placed in the tent, the heat was as hot as Clouds and mist dissipate like smoke when the wind blows.

He was so cold that there was cold air between his teeth, his teeth were rattling, and the quilt was rolled into a ball, tightly strangling his body.

very tired.

too tired.

Living is really tiring.

Watching oneself decline, witnessing oneself going to an irreparable end, it is more difficult than being killed by a knife.

Can you give up?

You can give up.

He has done enough, apart from being sorry to Ah Jing... there is nothing to be sorry for, he has a clear conscience.

It's better to kill yourself than to be paralyzed in the end and have to be looked after when eating and drinking.

Only at this moment, Lan Jingming allowed himself to be weak.

There was no one in the tent, and there was a narrow gap in the quilt that belonged to him. He could breathe here, and let the thoughts of self-destruction that he had suppressed in the past swarm out, circling wildly around himself, and banging on his forehead.

Lan Jingming bit his tongue, and blood overflowed from between his teeth.

It was obviously under the blanket, but it seemed to be still under the water, and the water mist filled the air, like a huge net covering the sky and covering the sky, covering the eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

The nails pinched the palm, calling out a bit of sanity.

Stop, stop, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore.

There are still so many things that have not been done, and Bei Yi will go through fire and water, and Ah Jing and the others will be driven back to Liang Guo... You can't let it go by the wayside, and you can't just give up.

There was a constant sound in the head, as noisy as the buzzing of a weapon, the tossing person could not lie still, his hands and feet were limp and weak.

I don't know how long I have been struggling like this, the night outside is low, and the long shadow of the dark night enters the tent, touching the ear bones softly.

Lan Jingming got up in a daze, staggered to the river, stared at himself in the water, brushed the scar on his face, buried his head in the water, and regained some clarity.

He had seen enough of the endless heavy snow, and was tired of the endless killing, but he didn't know how to get rid of it, let alone what else he could do besides these.

Maybe nothing can be done.

He's not that important either, there's nothing...he has to do.

Relying on the tonic picked by my father sweat for so many years, it finally came to an end.

Lan Jingming wiped his face, dragged his heavy steps, and returned to the tent to curl up in a ball. Now he fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long he slept. The sky should have been bright, but the curtain was surrounded by several layers , The tent was so dark that no light could penetrate.

Sticking his head out of the quilt, he heard the sound of a long spoon colliding with an earthen jar, and smelled the smell of medicine at the tip of his nose. Lan Jingming frowned and pressed the pillow on his face, feeling extremely annoyed.

Drinking every day, month and month, and year after year, what is the point of drinking until your mouth is dry and your heart is burning?

The bitter medicine is like coptis, along the bottom of the tongue and enters the throat, entangled and rotated in the lungs, and those who feel uncomfortable can't eat for a few days.

I don't want to drink anymore.

I don't want to drink any more medicine.

Don't even drink a sip.

Lao Tuzhen came over with a medicine bowl, but Lan Jingming threw it out without even looking at it.

The porcelain bowl cracked and fell to pieces on the ground.

Lao Tuzhen didn't say a word, just looked at him silently for a while, then turned around to boil another bowl, Lan Jingming dropped his hands, without even raising his eyelids.

After so many years, Lan Jingming has never been so self-willed. He really endured to the limit and didn't want to bear it any longer.

After throwing five or six bowls like this, Lao Tuzhen looked at Lan Jingming for a long time, sighed, stopped boiling medicine, packed the earthen pot and went out.

The hair on the pillow trembled, Lan Jingming poked his head out from under the quilt, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

After a few days like this, their soldiers and horses clashed with Chen Jing again. The two sides did not fight with great fanfare, but secretly refused to give in to each other, and tried to test each other while fighting and retreating. Under the circumstances, he managed to rest for a few days, but since he fell into the water, he refused to drink the medicine, and no matter who asked, he would not touch it. Even if Vanuara came over with the baby and tried his best, he couldn't persuade him.

Ya Ge was genuinely worried, and only felt the coldness from Gele. It was not the usual feeling of rejecting people thousands of miles away, but the indifference of abandoning oneself and the determination of breaking the boat.

Ya Gezhen's chest was agitated, and he didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only talk nonsense every day, trying to ignite Gele's fighting spirit.

With such constant friction, everyone knows that there will be a vicious battle in the future, which is unavoidable. Lan Jingming has been devoting himself to making plans for the past few days, eating three meals a day intermittently, and refusing to sleep in the middle of the night. Lost weight twice, her lips were pale and bloodless, and her eyes were bruised.

Soldiers from both sides refused to give in to each other, and confronted each other in the snow-capped mountains, forming separate regimes.

Heavy snow fell for several days, like a thick cloud curtain, covering the high mountain solidly. Lan Jingming ordered the old and weak, women and children to set up tents in a distant camp. Ken takes a break.

In recent years, he has become more and more afraid of the cold. As long as he stays in the tent, his body will be like an ice sculpture, unable to move at all. He would rather walk around outside than be trapped in the tent and wait to die.

Wandering around like this for several days, the air was bloody and dignified, and the war was about to break out, but Lan Jingming seemed to be unable to bear it anymore. He kept coughing all day long, trying to cough up his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. One day when he went out at noon, he slipped and had to pay Changing into a robe, as soon as the curtain was lifted, Lan Jingming smelled a smell of medicine. Lan Jingming drooped his shoulders, refused to lift his head, and wanted to go out holding his nose.

"Jingming come in," Old Tuzhen turned his head, his face cracked like bark, forming a long shadow in the tent, "Be obedient and drink the tonic, what you have always wanted to know... I will tell you listen."

Lan Jingming pinched the curtain, and the half of his body protruding froze, a thunderbolt struck in his head, humming and roaring endlessly, his scalp seemed to be splashed by boiling water, his cheeks turned into hot lava, flesh and blood spread out, pattering into the snow .

What's the thing I've always wanted to know...?

Something he'd always wanted to know.

No matter how much I convince myself, I can't let go of it.

About the mother thing.

Inexplicable enthusiasm welled up in his heart, Lan Jingming came back cautiously, touched the medicine bowl with his fingers, touched the fingertips with warmth, and climbed up along the crook of his arm.

Lao Tuzhen pushed the medicine bowl forward, Lan Jingming pinched his nose, raised his head and gulped it down, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, holding back the vomit, he forced himself to choke.

The dantian rose hot, Lan Jingming smashed the medicine bowl, sat down cross-legged with legs bent, and stared into Lao Tuzhen's eyes.

Lao Tuzhen has been wearing black and gray robes all year round. He comes and goes with a hood on his head. He can't even see his appearance clearly. After staring at each other face to face, he realizes that Lao Tu really has dark eyes, which are not cloudy. Tired, but hidden sharpness, not like a pair of old man's eyes.

"Your father is from the witch doctor clan," said old Tuzhen. "Back then, your father and Khan fell in love with each other. After you were born, the two fell in love. Your father doesn't like to kill, and you were born out of shape. Your father left you and left."

"What clan?" Lan Jingming was stunned, "I don't understand. Why did my father and father fall in love with each other, then my mother, my mother..."

Where is my mother?

Lan Jingming choked up.

Crazy thoughts surged in his mind, the thoughts were so strange, so terrifying, so incredible, but they climbed up and entangled him like a gangrene.

"Both men and women of the witch doctor clan can conceive children," said old Tuzhen, "your father's surname is He and his name is Zhong Yin. He left you the bell that you have been wearing all the time, and even your name was given to you by him." your."

The thunder rolled in the sky, the magma dissolved the internal organs, and turned the mind into ashes. Lan Jingming sat in a daze, his ears buzzing endlessly, and the sound of horns circled, swarming like magic sounds. Ya Gezhen broke into the tent and called out loudly He, he couldn't hear anything clearly, he was put on the horse back in a daze, turned over half a mountain, and only when he saw the majestic Ah Jing did he wake up in a daze.

It's just that this sobriety is still unreal to him, not to mention what kind of race he has never heard of, and the birth of a man is even more absurd. If he is really born by He Zhongyin, why can't He Zhongyin recognize himself?

Could it be that the years have passed so long that I really forgot myself?

What happened to He Xiuzhu?

how is this possible.

impossible.

He Zhongyin was merciless to himself, that punch and kick made his sternum cracked and his cheeks swollen, and it took a few days and nights for him to feel better.

That's the mother he misses so much, mother...wouldn't treat him like this.

The firm belief has always stood in the bottom of my heart, as hard as a fortress. At this moment, the fortress cracked fine lines, and yellow sand flowed out from inside. Can't get together either.

The flying snow drifted out, the horse's hoof was raised high, white mist overflowed from the lips, the sword collided with the gold and stone, and the broken hair flew with the wind.

Chen Jing swung the long saber, feeling something strange in his heart, this ghost-faced Shura was out of his mind, he seemed to have lost most of his three souls and seven souls, his every move was powerless, like a child who just learned martial arts, he couldn't even take a step.

Lan Jingming raised his arm subconsciously as a knife swung at his face, and the white horse hit a hollow. He fell off the horse obliquely, with the knife in his hand unable to stop his head.

Chen Jing's eyes were shattered, he suddenly lifted the long knife, the back of the knife slapped forward, lifted the person forward, and jumped over the sharp stone on the ground.

Most of the strength was dispelled, Lan Jingming fell to the ground, rolled out a few times, the long sword was thrown from his hand, and hit the stone wall with a thud.

The wind was blowing and the snow was falling silently, the horseshoes were coming, the tall horse stood beside him, the only ray of light was covered by the figure, Chen Jing was distorted in the line of sight, he was silent and tall, like a man sitting in a high hall The Buddha statue looks at itself majestically.

The Buddha statue drew its sword out of its sheath, and the tip of the sword reflected a cold light. The coolness fell from the middle of the forehead, extended downward from the nasal bone, and stopped directly above the Adam's apple.

The mask split from the middle of the cheek, and the sunlight was so dazzling that it tore the decayed self out of the darkness and exposed it to the sunlight.

It's too hot.

The sun was too strong, it burned his skin and eyelashes, Lan Jingming didn't want to open his eyes, he wanted to go back to his swaddling clothes, back into the crevice of the bedding.

Everyone around gasped.

This ghost-faced Shura mask is fierce and evil, but the person wearing the mask can be called handsome. The three long or short red scars on his face are nothing to ordinary people, but his face is extremely ferocious.

The crushed snow was woven into a cotton blanket, covering him like a tomb.

The next moment suddenly changed, Lan Jingming got the strength from where he didn't know, he hooked Chen Jing's sword with his five fingers, raised his neck high, and suddenly stabbed towards the tip of the sword.

Chen Jing cursed angrily, and tried his best to turn the edge of the sword, but the point of the sword still slashed along Lan Jingming's side neck, gouging out a layer of flesh, and immediately bleeding profusely.

Lan Jingming couldn't take a single blow, so he got up from his knees, staggered and groped to grab his long sword, grabbed it and slashed at his neck, Chen Jing jumped off the horse, and slashed down with a hand knife. Lan Jingming's eyes turned black, and he squeezed it hard. He tightened the hilt, but the long sword was as heavy as a thousand jun, and he couldn't move an inch.

There was no sound in the surrounding area, only the gust of wind came in, engulfing the hooves of the horses and neighing.

Lieutenant General Chen Hongye patted his horse forward, holding the rope in his hand, and carefully suggested to Chen Jing: "General, do you want to tie this man...?"

If the usual rules were followed, this ghost-faced Shura would be bound with his hands and dragged behind the general's horse for a while, and he would be left to fate's fate.

Chen Jing came back to his senses, took the rope from the deputy general, tested Lan Jingming's pulse, half-kneeled on the ground, picked up Lan Jingming's wrist, and wrapped it around his back a few times.

"There's no need to delay," Chen Jing tied the man, carried Lan Jingming on his shoulders, got on his horse, and held him in front of him, "Hongye will leave the aftermath, and the rest will follow me back home."

The whip slammed onto the horse's back, the horse neighed, and it galloped forward. Lan Jingming was drowsy, frowning, his eyelashes trembling. Chen Jing clamped the horse's belly, unconsciously half-supporting the man, Putting his arms across Lan Jingming's abdomen, he pressed the person towards him.