Suo Jinling

Lan Jingming carried the safety knot back and forth, but was reluctant to put it down, and finally pressed it into two flat pieces and put them under his clothes.

Chen Jing was always beating and beating in the back of the courtyard between helping in the kitchen every day. He didn't know what he was doing. When he moved, there was a clanging sound, and the fine steel buzzed and staggered continuously, and burst into flames from time to time.

He Xiuzhu was very curious and always wanted to sneak over to have a look, but he was hiding behind trees, stones and grass, always being caught by the corner of his eyes, so he couldn't move, so he slipped back to the bedroom with.

He Zhongyin's physical strength improved, and he was gradually able to be supported by others. He walked a few steps in and out of the bedroom, and the silvery white behind his back faded a lot. Lan Jingming cut a long pole for him. He always stood outside. How long can he stand? How long, do not want to go back to the bedroom to rest.

When the boy returned to his side, he should have enjoyed the happiness of the family, but the boy had suffered so much in Beiyi, and it was understandable to ask Lanchi Aguda to pay in blood, but He Zhongyin, like Xiuzhu, wanted to persuade the boy to let go. Let the past go with the wind.

Every time this thought arises, when it touches the child's ice-like eyes, it will sink down again, slowly swallowing it back to the bottom of the abdomen.

After a few days like this, the dark clouds cleared and the moonlight surged, the bright moon broke through the sky, and the silver light fell leisurely, smudged in the courtyard.

Lan Jingming came back to the courtyard from the jungle, and just walked outside the temple, when he was stopped by someone, Chen Jing walked slowly from the shadows, took out something from his back, and brought it to Lan Jingming.

It was a mask made with exquisite craftsmanship. It looked heavy, but it was unexpectedly light when held in the palm of his hand. Lan Jingming put it on his face, even his eyes were closed in, and the long eyelashes were in the holes of the mask. Trembling, like a butterfly falling on a leaf.

"Very suitable," Chen Jing said, "Leave it alone."

Lan Jingming took off the mask and squeezed it into his palm.

He knew what Chen Jing meant. Over the years, Beiyi and Daliang had had frequent conflicts, and there were constant casualties between them. Most of these soldiers were the eldest sons of their families. They were shrouded in horse leather on the battlefield. ····No matter where he is, he is an unacceptable existence.

He can only put on a mask and be an anonymous person.

If it is true that the great revenge will be avenged... wandering the world is his destination.

Lan Jingming stroked the mask, and slightly pursed his lips.

Chen Jing stared at him silently, then raised his hand after a long while, picked up Lan Jingming's broken hair, and put it back into the ear bone: "It's too long, I'll cut it for you."

The breeze came and rolled up a few strands of blond hair. Lan Jingming followed Chen Jing back to the bedroom and sat on the wooden chair.

The slender hair tail was held in the palm of the hand, and the long scissors stuck out and snapped. There was a soft click behind him. Lan Jingming raised his head and looked back at Chen Jing's face.

Chen Jing looked at his nose, nose, nose, and heart, and did not dare to look at Lan Jingming. Those rippling eyes were a lake turned into emerald, drowning him in it.

The blond hair spread out from the ground, scattered and turned into mud, and the rest of the hair fell to the shoulders, tangled together.

The two didn't say a word, they looked at each other silently, everything in the past turned into dust and smoke in the wind, and passed away from the forest.

Silent all night.

At dawn the next day, He Xiuzhu set up a large table of dishes in the courtyard. There were all kinds of dishes flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, and the dishes were all kinds of strange. It's the wilderness, I really don't know where he dug these out.

They shouldn't drink alcohol in the morning, but He Xiuzhu still contributed the Taohuaxiang, which has been brewed for a long time, saying that the rich wine and arrogance complement each other, and drinking a few bowls before leaving is enough to help them succeed immediately.

Chen Jing and Lan Jingming looked at each other and smiled, they drank several bowls in a row, they all drank cleanly, even the bottom of the bowl was as bright as new.

He Zhongyin propped himself up to come out, sat at the table, drank two cups with them, put them on the horses, and watched them get on the horses, leave the temple back and forth, and gallop towards Yongkang City.

He Xiuzhu rubbed his head, looking at the leftovers on the table, with mixed emotions in his heart, he didn't even want to pick up the empty plates, he just wanted to keep them there.

He Zhongyin was exhausted, and became dizzy after sitting for a long time, so he had to go back to rest. He Xiuzhu helped him back to the bedroom.

"Father, when is it time to repay the grievances," He Xiuzhu said, "Why did you let them go like this?"

He Zhongyin was lying on his back, and there was a flying insect on the window sill. It was originally bound by a fine net and was about to become a spider's belly, but it broke free by its own will, and flew staggeringly into the distance.

"Jingming's unwillingness is in his heart, only he knows," He Zhongyin said, "You and I are his father and brother, but we can't make decisions for him. If we don't avenge this big enmity, we will wake up at night and remember the past, and we can only be alone." Sit withered until dawn, swallowing the bitterness of the past."

"Father...is that the case?"

He Xiuzhu's voice trembled slightly, his eyelashes drooped, and he silently stared at his toes.

He Zhongyin didn't answer, he stretched his half body and stroked He Xiuzhu's back, patted and chatted to comfort him.

The sound of the wind blows away the remnant snow, the horseshoes rise and fall to splash the floating dust, and the long whip is thrown on the horse's back, driving the horse to gallop forward.

Holding the rein in one hand, Lan Jingming flew through the forest, snowflakes rushed to his face, and the cold wind rolled into his nose, making his cheeks flushed, and his heart was filled with joy.

When I was in Beiyi, I was not happy, and when I was fighting with Daliang, my heart was uneasy. Now that I have unloaded the burden, and the boulder in my chest is shattered, Lan Jingming feels relieved after a long absence. It turns out that this is what it feels like to travel lightly. Dust, the giant trees in the forest rose from the ground, gravel scattered on the ground like rain, the dazzling sun split the thick clouds, sprinkled the morning light on the ground, and melted the old snow.

Chen Jing lowered his horsewhip while holding the rein, he didn't want to look ahead, he just wanted to look at Lan Jingming's side face, the face that once haunted him was right beside him, and now he found it again, the momentum was far better than before, it attracted him straight Staring, reluctant to stagger half a point.

"The huge boulder in front of you is blocking the road. If you don't look at the road, do you want to be smashed into meatloaf?"

Lan Jingming flew up his whip and slammed it on Chen Jing's hip. The horse and Chen Jing neighed at the same time, leaped high into the air, and crossed the boulder.

"Hahahaha..."

Lan Jingming tightened the reins, raised his head and kept laughing, his amber eyes were covered by long eyelashes, trembling slightly.

Chen Jing calmed the horse down, and then laughed foolishly, just wanting to go back and do it all over again, to coax Lan Jingming to laugh again.

The two are about to go outside Yongkang City, and they are getting closer and closer to the city gate. In recent years, the city wall has been built higher and higher, soaring into the clouds and pointing to the sky. Lan Jingming has seen Yongkang City several times from afar, and he himself has been here several times. Every time the state of mind is very different, now that he returns to the old place, he has mixed feelings in his chest, silently tightening the rein, hesitating for a while, unwilling to move forward.

The hooves of the horse beside him were rattling, and the tall horse was approaching. There was no one around here, so Chen Jing quietly let go of his palm and held Lan Jingming's forearm.

Lan Jingming didn't shake off.

That big hand was covered with thick calluses, and the scalding heat climbed up from the forearm, covering Lan Jingming in it and dispelling the cold snow beside him.

Lan Jingming was silent for a while, then let go of the rein slightly, allowing Chen Jing to hold five fingers to his palms, sending them a surge of enthusiasm.

After a while, Lan Jingming put on the mask, and the two walked into the city side by side, and came to the general's mansion to discuss strategies to defend against the enemy.

Lan Jingming has lived in Beiyi for too long, and he knows the defense and marching routes of Beiyi soldiers like the palm of his hand, and he knows the weaknesses well. He only has hatred for Lanchi Aguda, and he still wants to protect the old and weak women and children living in the tent. Wishing to kill them all, Chen Jing respected his idea, and promised him to avenge his injustice and revenge, and would not kill innocent people.

Chen Jing declared to the public that this silver-masked person was an expert who had never been born in the Buddhist family, and he invited this person out of the mountain after visiting the thatched cottage three times to beg him. He originally wanted to keep Lan Jingming by his side, but Lan Jingming didn't want to Instead of being his lieutenant general, he went to the living quarters of ordinary soldiers and found a place to lie down inside.

The soldiers around knew that this man was an expert, and they always wanted to see what this expert looked like, whether he had four eyes or two noses, and they urged the good people to go and have a look, and the good people approached the edge , I felt that I was lifted by the nameless wind, and I couldn't get close to it at all.

Even during the rest, the soldiers would practice martial arts in the martial arts field so as not to lose their combat ability. Lan Jingming often sat under the shade of a tree, shaking a straw fan, watching the soldiers sweating profusely.

This grass fan is not fastened enough, it will scatter when the cool wind blows, broken leaves fall everywhere, he is too lazy to make a new one, just use this old self-proclaimed military teacher, and have a great time playing by himself .

He was contented here, while Chen Jing was unhappy there. Lan Jingming would rather eat and live with the soldiers than stay with him. How could he not worry about him, but he didn't dare to persuade Lan Jingming to come back. I had to send Hong Ye to watch over and report to him if there was any new situation.

Hongye took the hot potato, dared not to throw it away, dared not take it, but held it in his hand, and carefully cooled it. He had stayed by Chen Jing's side for a long time, participated in the general's many decisions, and accompanied the general in major and minor matters. Quite a lot, the general didn't tell him all the things related to Lan Jingming, and he could vaguely guess most of them. Now that Lan Jingming died and came back to life, this is so strange that no one can believe it. He can only swallow the secrets I know and bring them into the grave.

With this in mind, Hongye didn't dare to blatantly follow him, pretending to pass by from time to time, walking up and down outside the martial arts arena, patted this shoulder and squeezed that muscle, making all the soldiers tremble, for fear of being pulled out for a martial arts competition.

Pretending to look around, he passed by the tree trunk that Lan Jingming was leaning on, and was blocked by a thin grass pole.

The straw was blocking him, it was as thin as a hair, but it was like a long sword, blocking him in the road, making him unable to move.

Hongye raised his head tremblingly, the silver-white mask fit tightly on Lan Jingming's face, even his hair was tucked behind, so he couldn't see half of his appearance.

"Accompany me for a match?"

Lan Jingming put down the wooden pole, got up from the ground on his knees, and stood in front of Hongye.