Chiwuxing

Chapter [-] - Asking for foreign aid in a difficult situation, people will be barbaric

Outside Tongcheng, inside Man's territory.

Rong Ze put the shochu in front of the broken-arm barbarian.

"Thank you."

Santo glanced indifferently, then looked at the person opposite, and said eagerly: "I heard that the main force of the Red Armored Army of Yan State will be transferred to Jingzhou soon, and my Hu soldiers are still besieging it at this time. If Nanman is willing to borrow troops to join us Attack is also a city that we have built together."

Sha Lihu was speechless, and Kou Bing beside him said, "Why don't you attack Jingzhou first before the army arrives, and let the Hu soldiers come out first?"

"Jingzhou, which was captured just now, has changed hands in a blink of an eye...it seems a bit too easy for the Yan army to take it..." Santo showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, and continued, "Besides, when the Yan people sent troops earlier, they sent a small army first. Qingqi launched a sneak attack in the suburbs, and our clan soldiers also lost a lot, so we can't make such mistakes again."

Kou Bing smiled when he heard the words: "Leader Santo also wants to find a way to have the best of both worlds, but now...to tell the truth from the leader, our barbarian soldiers are eager to prepare for the eastern battlefield...may not be able to spare a large number of people to help fight..."

Santo said: "Didn't the original arrangement start with the Jingzhou side first, and then launch a big offensive in the east, where the two sides form an angle, and then gradually go deeper into the interior?"

Kou Bing raised his head and glanced at Sha Lihu who was next to him, and then he heard Sha Lihu say solemnly: "Since the leader Santo has no ability to capture Jingzhou, what is there to talk about?"

Kou Bing calmed down the atmosphere on the side, and said: "Actually, I also understand what the leader means. It's just that he wants to capture the city and preserve the vitality of his own soldiers, but the world is safe and secure, and the leader has to make a decision." Let's talk."

Santo frowned and said, "It seems that General Sha is unwilling to send troops to help?"

Sha Lihu squinted his eyes, while Kou Bing glanced at the topographic map on the table, and said: "Well, there is a way, you can try it, just need to correct the previous plan."

Kou Bing pointed to the northeast corner of the border of Yan State on the map and said: "According to the current situation, if the Chijia Chinese Army arrives, it will definitely take back the lost land in Jingzhou... We might as well attack Tongcheng on the other side and disturb the eastern part of Yandi. Not crossing the Jinhe River to Jingzhou also greatly saved the marching time. The previous battles with Tongcheng had consumed the strength of the local Yiwei. The outer borders must be weakly protected, and if we attack now, we can just contain the Yan army from the south, and then allow the Hu soldiers in Jingzhou to pretend to be defeated and flee to the Hu land for repairs, while our side withdraws our troops. "

Santo couldn't help but said: "Since I heard about the Nanman attack on Yan, I heard that you have sent troops these few times and you have retreated without attacking to the end. Dare I ask what kind of strategy this is?"

Kou Bing took a deep look at Santo, and then said with a smile: "...There are also falsehoods in war, falsehoods, success or failure, all are just means of confusing."

Santo heard him talking in a mysterious way, and knew that they had other plans, so he didn't want to reveal too much.

"However, the Yan army has sealed it tightly... how can I contact the Hu soldiers in the city?" Santo was puzzled.

Kou Bing and Sha Lihu looked at each other, and then said with a smile: "This...we have our own way, we can still deliver the message."

Santo didn't have time to think about it, but felt that doubts still remained: "The barbarian army also plans to attack from the east, why not take this opportunity to send troops to the inland of Yandi, I'm afraid they may be too busy to take care of themselves at this time?"

Kou Bing continued: "The leader may not understand the current situation of the Yan Kingdom. The court is on the verge of decay, and the emperor is sick in bed. It may not be impossible to send troops now, but it is still not the best time. The lord has a plan in his heart... …This time, we will gather the strength of the two Human corps, and we will definitely win this battle."

Santo nodded and said, "Okay."

After sending Santo out of the tent, Sha Lihu couldn't restrain his emotions after all, and said coldly: "It took a long time to arrange, I'm afraid the lord has never thought that the Hulan tribe is so useless now. What a bunch of crap to change plans based on their condition!"

Kou Bing shook his head and said: "It can only be said that Hu Qiang has returned to Yan for a long time. After all, we can always compete with Yan's soldiers and learn from each other. We are familiar with things on the battlefield... Hu people are straightforward. Suffer."

"I think they just haven't done enough... If this delays our business..."

"General Sha made a mistake," Kou Bing said, "Hu people are Hu people, and the cooperation between us is also short-lived. Don't worry about that, just let them fight. Although our barbarian army is not superior in numbers, our victory lies in the lack of If you easily lose your troops and lose your generals, you must have certainty before sending troops."

Amidst the mist deep in the mountains, a young man suddenly pushed open the door of the bamboo house.

The sound of "creaking" echoed in the empty mountain.

This young man is dressed in fine clothes and braided hair, but his eyes are serious and his expression is displeased.

In the mountains, the familiar flute sounds again.

"I didn't expect to see you again...it was because of an outsider." The young man sneered, looking at the mountains in the distance, he heard the sound of the flute again.

As soon as the voice fell, the sound of the flute disappeared suddenly.The boy raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect this person to listen to him this time.

Interested in his heart, he said loudly: "... who is he? Can you exchange it with a new song?"

After a long pause, there was no answer, but there were footsteps behind him.

Startled, the young man turned around quickly.

For more than ten years, this person's complexion has not changed, his white clothes are still pale and clean.

But seeing the head covered by the fence, the white gauze concealed the narrow and thin face of this man, his expression was indifferent, and his complexion was a little lighter than the gray temples, like a scoop of frost and snow hidden on the top of this mountain that never melts all day long, coldly It's not like a human being.

"Old thing," the boy scolded with a smile, and took two steps forward, "you are finally willing to come out."

The young man's face was normal, but in his heart he was suppressing the urge to get closer.

The man showed no anger, and said: "I have placed the piano score under the third ancient tree to the east after leaving the mountain, you can get it yourself."

The boy sneered: "What? You don't want me to come up and disturb you so much?"

Taking advantage of the silence of the man in white, he asked again: "Are you...in the end...were you angry with me?"

"No."

This clear and straightforward answer made him unhappy, and Fu Zan said again: "...then you still avoid me?"

"I didn't hide from you, I just changed places."

"where did you go?"

Bai Yi took off the fence on his head, put it on again immediately, and said slowly: "As you can see."

Fu Yan choked for breath, unbelievable: "...why?"

"I have my reasons." The man said.

Fu Zhanshang was still a teenager at heart, but he was always unwilling to show half of it in front of this person.He was silent for a long time without a word, and Fang said: "Then if I come here to look for you in the future, will I still be able to find you?"

"After more than a month, the formation will disappear automatically. You can stay in the mountain as long as you want." That human said.

Fu Zhan sneered: "In the past, when you were here, you were blocked by layers of barriers. Now that you are gone, you can let me walk through?"

"In the past, you also wanted to stay, but I didn't stop you."

"Heh," the young man looked cold and annoyed, "You are so suspicious, how can I come up with it? Besides, Fu Xuan didn't know that you burned all the ancient books on forensic medicine and poison in the clan formation. If he knew, then There is even a reason to crusade against you in the clan. Didn't I hide it for you, and you ended up using this thing against me. Now it seems that you are too ruthless?"

Bai Yi ignored his resentment, and said lightly: "You just want to escape responsibility, don't blame me."

Being poked into his mind, the young man smiled slyly, and under the faint sunlight: "Okay, didn't you bring your flute here, hurry up, we can play a song face to face... I haven't been in this mountain for many years, I can always Take another look..."

Bai Yi took two steps forward, but he didn't reach the young man's side. Instead, he saw a figure lying on the bamboo wooden bed through the crack of the open door.

The young man followed his gaze and couldn't help saying: "You haven't answered me yet, who is he?"

He paused for a moment, then suddenly said: "... Oh, I think that person's hair is also gray... Could it be yours—"

"No," Bai Yi interrupted him, "he is not as tall as the crown, graying is not natural."

The young man naturally didn't believe it, but he was curious about who could touch his emotions, and said, "Then he..."

"You don't need to worry about this," Bai Yi said, "If you want the piano score, just go down the mountain and get it."

"Then I can't get up again," the boy snorted, "What about you?"

"I'm going back to where I'm supposed to go."

"Then just throw this man in the mountain?" The young man raised his eyebrows, "Your mountain is full of doubts, how can he get out on his own?"

Bai Yi didn't answer any more, and turned his head to leave.

The young man squinted his eyes, turned and smiled again: "In my opinion...how about this, how about I stay here for two days and take him out when he wakes up? If you want to save someone, you won't be kidnapped again." Go to the mountains."

Bai Yi stopped and said, "It's up to you, but I have other work these two days, and you won't be able to find me for the time being."

The boy smiled coldly when he heard the words, and said, "Are you avoiding me, or are you avoiding him?"

"I told you, I didn't hide from you."

"So you're avoiding him?" The boy smiled, "Are you really unwilling to tell me who he is? If you don't tell me, I can ask him when he wakes up..."

"Then you just have to ask."

Seeing that he was swearing, the young man knew that his inquiry was fruitless, so he turned around and said: "Fu Xuan is now ordering death in the clan to look for you, where are you going?"

White was silent.

The young man blinked and said: "I can also go to accompany you, anyway, I don't like such a romantic life..."

"You are very talented, and you are still young, so you shouldn't waste the rest of your life with me."

"Since you said that I am talented, you taught me the things in those ancient books in the past. Others can't see it, and you don't even want to teach me." The young man said.

Bai Yi said: "Since I intend to burn it, because the content on it is full of rubbish and nonsense, I can't mistake the children of the barbarians."

The young man said again: "According to Fuxuan's personality, he has already lost his patience. When he is in a hurry and can't find you, he must let me be the successor priest... You burned those books later, and I will rely on my childhood." How could he fool that old fox with a little knowledge?"

"If he forces you, just come to me."

"Why not now?" the boy asked back, "I have nothing to worry about...or are you afraid that I will drag you down and find me troublesome?"

"It's my problem." Bai Yi paused, and then said, "Whenever you want to bring the melody, you should share it with you. You don't have to meet and hear it every day."

After that, he went straight to the deep mountains and disappeared.

The boy didn't go after him, and he knew that this person had a thousand ways to get rid of him.

"This old thing..." The young man cursed in a low voice, he was always unpredictable, but insisted on bumping into his thoughts, "Now, it's really you who are forcing me..."

He turned back to the bamboo house, paused for a moment, and opened the door again.

The young man on the bed has a pale, pale face, long eyelashes, and black and white curly hair on the sideburns. If it weren't for the lightness of the muscles and bones, one would think that an old man in sixty years was lying on the bed.

The boy stared at his hair for a while, and found that his facial muscles moved.

He raised his eyebrows and looked, the young man's eyelashes flickered a few times, and slowly opened.

The eyes are empty and lost, without emotion.

The young man looked at the waveless and silent eyes, and said sarcastically: He had only seen such cold eyes on that old man, and he would not believe it if he said there was no origin in them.

"Are you awake?" the boy said coldly.

There were still layers of obstacles and the feeling of slipping into the body, Fu Chen vaguely remembered that he was quiet at the last moment.

The cold and slippery rain finally let him go, covering him tenderly as a final farewell.

And he opened his hands wide, in the air, like a hugging gesture.

In the end, he wanted to embrace something, but found that he had nothing to hold, nothing to love.

The only remaining life is to be given to Heaven and Earth.

He comes and goes quietly.Everything is innocent, the heavy rain can wash away his avoidance and laziness, and at the same time wipe away his malice and resentment.

When the rain disappears, it will be clear, and the sky will be filled with boiling.

Amidst the noise, there was a clear and loud shout:

"Selling candied haws! Fresh and sweet candied haws!"

The red sugar skin looks like the brightest crystal enamel on ceramics under the sun, smooth and greasy, just looking at it, the fiery sweetness stretches to the bottom of my heart.

"Cheng'er, do you want to eat?" A woman next to him said to him. This woman's curly hair was coiled up in the post, but two strands of curly hair were too short, and they hung down her cheeks, giving her a slightly charming look.

He saw a thin, pale boy nodded to the woman, then shook his head hesitantly, his eyes kept glancing at the red color on the straw target.

The woman smiled, guessing what the boy was thinking, so she stopped and squatted beside him.

The woman raised her face and smiled at him: "Mother will go over and tell Aunt Zhao later, let her bring some money for her wages, okay?"

The boy shook his head.

The woman seemed to understand what the boy meant, she stopped talking, stood up and led him to a courtyard gate.

"Miss Fu, come here!"

An old lady greeted outside the gate of the courtyard, and the boy only glanced into the house, and fixed his eyes on the string of red in the hands of children playing under the pomegranate tree in the courtyard.

A red sun instantly covered the red, and the red turned into a pool of blood. A jackal blinked, slowly froze, and finally fixed its gaze on the trembling boy on the tree.

The night drew him back, the gurgling water flowed by, and the stream seemed to flow backwards in the darkness, bringing a sense of suffocation to his face. In the misty rain and mist, he saw a young man who was deaf and panting Leaning against the rock wall of the cave, I met a pair of dark and deep pupils in the dark.

Immediately, the pupils lit up, filled with split lightning, shining like diamonds, reflecting the black shadow of a young man grabbing the blade with one hand in the rain.

There is a big dream in the world, and life is cool for several times.

The light reappeared, piercing his heart.

dong dong.

When Fu Chen opened his eyes, he thought he was falling into a dream again. The beams, the bamboo roof, and the dusty window sills were all places that he was very familiar with when he was young. a resting place.

And there was a figure beside the table in the distance. He couldn't see the specific image clearly, so he had to make out that it was a human figure.

"Who are you?"

The rough and hoarse voice sounded, not like the sensual power that he was familiar with and that young people should have.

Fu Chen stared blankly at the young man standing beside the bed. He was dressed in a gorgeous purple brocade robe, and his hair was braided behind. At first glance, he thought he was a rich young master from some family, and he didn't fit in with this simple and simple bamboo house.Looking closely at his face and clothes, he is also very strange, and his clothes are not like Yanren's ordinary clothes. At this time, there is impatience and boredom in his eyes, and he is speechless.

The boy looked at his white curly hair, then turned to his face, and said, "You don't recognize me? Which family are you from?"

"Huh?" Fu Chen didn't know what he meant, and whispered with tired eyes, "...I haven't seen you before."

The young man asked: "Aren't you from the clan?"

"...What race?"

"The Nanman clan," the young man almost lost his patience, and cursed in a low voice, "It's really hard..."

"I'm sure you're not now...but your curly hair...only my barbarians have this feature, so what if you're not a barbarian?" the young man said.

"...I am from Yan." Fu Chen paused and said, "My mother is a barbarian."

Hearing this, the young man didn't bother to talk to him anymore, turned around and sat on the chair, took a pocket ocarina from his sleeve and fiddled with it.

Fu Chen looked around for the decoration again, and confirmed that this was indeed the bamboo house he lived in at the beginning on the Wuming Mountain, and gradually recovered from all the situations. He only remembered that he jumped down from the mountain, and wanted to end this absurd remaining life. But it returned to the original starting point again... Is this luck or misfortune?

Those betrayals and schemes, deceptions and plots chilled him to the bone and cut him to the bone.

This time...he is really tired of this life...

Fu Chen propped himself up and sat up, a ray of sunlight from outside the window came in, Fu Chen felt dazed for a while.

Why is there such a heartless sunlight mocking no matter how miserable it is?

With his face lowered, he suddenly felt that he could no longer arouse any deep feelings. Perhaps those past events had already dissipated all his concentration and longing.

Now, there is only meaningless and ridiculous emptiness left.

After slightly moving his muscles and bones, he suddenly realized that there was no sign of illness on his body. He was at a loss in his heart. Although the cliff was not as high as the peak of Xueding, it could easily kill people. How could he retreat completely?Is he still trapped in a dream?

He turned his gaze to the young man who was rummaging for things, and asked, "... May I ask... who are you? Did you save me from the bottom of the mountain?"

Hearing the words, the young man raised his head, expressionless, and said, "My name is Fu Zan, I didn't save you."

Then he lowered his head and fiddled with a sheet of music, showing no sign of wanting to say more.

苻？

Fu Chen was surprised, and said, "Are you a member of the royal family?"

Fu Zhan didn't raise his head, he only paid attention to the things in his hands, and said casually: "My father is Fu Xuan."

"Then you...don't you..."

"So what?" Fu Yan interrupted him, his eyes showing impatience, "You care so much about my identity? You are a person looking for death, and you are interested in who I am?"

Fu Chen was not annoyed either, and stopped talking to Fu Zan.

He twisted his body and looked at a section of thick bamboo horizontal wood on the edge of the bamboo bed. It was densely packed with scratches and almost lost its original green color.

It's the unnamed mountain.

There are nearly [-] fine scratches on the bamboo, which were the first thing he did every morning when he woke up.At that time, he was trapped in this invisible place, and while he was with wolves and beasts, he didn't want to give up that little desire to survive and escape at all times.He counted the time every day, as if he felt that there might be a little bit of difference between him and the beast that eats meat and drinks blood.

Recalling that he was so eager to survive at that time, he did not expect that he would end up committing suicide in the end.

Really ridiculous.

His eyes lingered over every part of the room, and then he replied to Fu Yan: "...you are right."

He got out of bed stiffly, and found that there was no trace of pain, and then he half unbuttoned his clothes and took a look. There were many injuries on his body, some of which had been wrapped up with cloth belts, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

Could it be that after dying once, the usual pain will be relieved afterwards?

Unable to hold back his doubts, he stepped forward to Nian's side, and a rough voice sounded: "May I ask if there is a genius doctor in this unnamed mountain to help?"

Hearing this, Fu Yan put down the ocarina and music score in his hand, and looked at him with a little surprise in his eyes: "How do you know that this mountain is called 'Wu Ming'?"

Fu Chen answered truthfully: "When I was young, I saw a stone tablet on a mountain peak. The name of the mountain and... some words were engraved on it."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Have you been here before? Why didn't I know there was a monument on the top of the mountain?"

"I...was wandering here when I was young."

"Wandering here?" Fu Yan sneered, "Wandering in a mountain group full of strange formations and methods? Then how did you get down the mountain?"

A white shadow flickered in front of Fu Chen's eyes: "There is an elder in white..."

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows, and there was interest in his eyes: "Then what?"

"He gave me an ancient scroll with a route drawn on it, and I was able to go down the mountain just now." Recalling the past, Fu Chen said silently.

"You don't know him?"

"I don't know." Fu Chen lowered his eyes lightly.

Fu Zhan turned his head and raised his eyebrows again, then said, "Why did you fall off the cliff? Judging by your figure, it seems that you know some strength."

He saw that the young man's originally indifferent face never fluctuated, and his sickly pale lips parted slightly: "I just wanted to kill myself."

"Heh," Fu Yan snorted in a low voice, and murmured, "Old man, why don't you meddle in your own business? Let's see what kind of person you are pretending to be..."

After a pause, Fu Yan got up, turned his head and said to him: "Seeing that you can get out of bed and walk, come with me, I will take you down the mountain, and then I will live and die with you..."

A young hoarse voice came from behind: "No need, I'll be fine here."

Fu Yan stopped, turned around and said, "Here? Do you still want to stay here for the rest of your life? Let me tell you, if you don't come down the mountain with me, once I leave, no one will take you out, and you will be here." I'll be stuck here forever..."

"Just to my liking."

Fu Zan couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and asked, "Why?"

Although the young man's complexion was poor, his back was stretched straight, he turned around and sat down on the edge of the bed, and said softly to Fu Zhan: "I have been poisoned, and my lifespan is numbered, and it is a good place to be here for the next few years. "

"Poisoned?" Fu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you know that the person who rescued you is the most proficient in poisonous witchcraft in the entire barbarian tribe. There will never be one in the past, and since then... there will be no one who can match him. All around you You can be healed even if you are seriously wounded at the key points, so how do you know that your poison has not been unraveled by him?"

Fu Chen thought about the inscription on the stele, and said calmly: "Can he save the serious injury and save the life that the destiny has received?"

"Destiny?" Fu Yan's voice suddenly rose, and then he took on a vicious tone, "I hate the destiny most in my life. How many good people have been killed by a sentence of destiny, and how many wicked people have been shielded... That's all."

Fu Zan turned his eyes to him, and said with disdain: "How can you, a cowardly person who dare not even live, know so much...I really don't know why he wants to save you..."

Fu Chen was silent.

Fu Zan didn't want to care about him any more, and turned his head to leave.

"Have you ever tasted the feeling of being betrayed by relatives and being alone for 20 years? You have tasted the feeling of being forced to lick blood and kill the flesh of the enemy. What it's like to die for yourself."

"I'm going to die not because I dare not live, but because I don't deserve to live."

"...It's God's will."

The young man's voice was hoarse, covering up many emotions, as if he was just telling a story calmly.

Fu Zhan paused, still sneering: "Then why don't you fight? It's not that you don't deserve it, you just don't dare."

Fu Chen's face was sombre, and most of the curls behind him were white, looking rather startled.

Fu Zan turned his head to look at him, the sudden and inexplicable sense of familiarity made him suddenly unable to curse.

"There used to be some people who were trapped by fate and built their own shackles, but ended up miserable and lonely for half their lives." Fu Yan met his eyes, "You don't even want to live at all, you are worse than him."

Fu Chen did not avoid him, and said: "You think that only being alive is difficult? What is more difficult than being alive is being half dead and not alive, neither human nor ghost. No one has ever cherished every minute and every second of living more than me. It was their own hands. Killed the idea of ​​living that I once insisted on."

"They?" Fu Yan didn't ask who it was, "They killed your wish, and you let them come true?"

"No," Fu Chen said, "I just said, I'm going to die, because I don't deserve to live. The sins I have committed make me ashamed to live."

Fu Zhan said: "Didn't you say that your life is numbered? So this is your punishment. Those who betrayed you are not. Why don't you let them be punished for their sins?"

"I'm not an adjudicator," Fu Chen closed his eyes, "I don't have the strength to look at their faces any more. I can't understand, and I still can't see through."

Fu Zan was silent for a long time, so that Fu Chen thought he had already left. He opened his eyes and found that the young man was still at the side. He just sat back at the table and didn't speak.

Fu Chen was also silent. After a long time, he heard the young man say: "You're right... Some people have ugly, disgusting, cunning and hypocritical faces, but because of this, they suffer the most precious and blissful things in the world. Because of their rampant, more and more people will become the same as them, but a dead end, who is the adjudicator? God?"

The boy sneered and fell silent again.

Fu Chen saw the bright sunlight outside the window casting sharp shadows from the gaps between bamboo and wood, like sharp thorns piercing into people's hearts.

He stared at it for a long time and said:

"……you win."

Fu Zhan raised his eyes to look at him, only to see the young man's desolate eyes flashing sadly between the almost pale curly hair, and then turned back to plain: "Someone needs to take their lives to meet their hearts. For a dead person, no one is more willing to be cruel than me."

"These are all your business and have nothing to do with me," Fu Yan turned to another place and said, "If you are willing to go down the mountain, you can follow me, if you don't, then you can."

Fu Zan glanced in the direction of the young man, then stood up and strode out of the room.

He took out a layout map from his sleeve, looked at it a few times, and walked straight to the forest to the west.

Hearing that there were no footsteps following behind him, he sneered slightly, and then turned around according to the icon.

"Fu Zan."

The figure of the young man suddenly appeared on the right side, he was slightly taken aback, firstly because he had not heard anyone address him by name and surname in such a way for many years, secondly because he was surprised that this young man walked without making a sound, could it be that he is a martial artist from somewhere Master?

He didn't evade, looked directly at him and said, "What? Want to come down the mountain with me?"

"I still have one thing to finish," Fu Chen said calmly, "It's inconvenient to leave for now."

Fu Zan didn't bother to ask what was the matter, he just said: "I don't have the time to wait for you, if you don't leave now, you won't have a chance."

Fu Chen's listless gaze fell on his hands, and he said, "Can you show me the picture?"

Fu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Can you remember it just by looking at it?"

Fu Chen only nodded lightly, but did not speak.

"Okay." Fu Yan was also refreshing, throwing the picture in his hand to him.

An arc crossed.

As soon as Fu Chen received the map with his right hand, his originally quiet and tired body moved in response to the opportunity. His sick bones turned into a whirlwind, and he flashed to the bottom of the tree in an instant. on the branch.

His upper body was half hanging in the air, and he grabbed the long vines hanging from the trees again, kicked the branches and grew, and disappeared into the depths of green almost in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Fu Zhan was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, looked at the invisible Lin Chu, gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "...Despicable."

He darkened his face, looked at the setting sun that was about to fall, turned around, and walked back by memory.

There is no man-made walkway in this mountain, and it is all based on the general orientation of a few towering ancient trees and rocky streams, and individual flowers, plants and vines can change with time, so it is difficult to solve the puzzle.

Fu Zan went back to the bamboo house according to the same route. He saw the darkness in the house and felt suspicious, so he opened the door and went in, but there was still no one there.He simply didn't light the lamp, and stood at the door of the bamboo house to block the man.

Ye Ming was silent, Fu Zhan took out the sheet of music, which was blurred under the moonlight, and he felt irritable, so he stuffed it back into his sleeve.

In the rustling leaves, Fu Zhan felt someone's footsteps coming, his eyes were fixed, shining under the black gold forehead, he followed the sound, and he saw a staggering black shadow.

He quickly blocked him, saw his pale face, and sneered: "Didn't you just act like a rabbit? Why are you looking sick now..."

Fu Chen didn't look at him, and went straight to the bamboo house, and sat at the door of the bamboo house without entering the house, putting an object on his lap.

It was only then that Fu Zan noticed that he was still holding a flat and long object in his hand, and he followed it for a closer look.

"what is this?"

The young man's black and white curly hair hangs down on both sides, slightly covering the movements of his hands.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Fu Yan became angry: "I'm asking you something! You actually lied to me about the formation diagram! You are a lifeless liar!"

Only then did the young man raise his head, but he didn't look at him, and there was no expression on his pale cheeks.He turned his body slightly, turned and bowed his head again.

Only then did Fu Zhan realize that he thought he was blocking the light, and he felt anxious again, so he squatted down and brushed his hair to see what he was messing with.

Fu Chen ignored his rude actions and only concentrated on the matter in front of him.

The slippery and harsh voice scratched one's ears.

Fu Yan took a closer look, and found that what the young man was holding was a long flat wooden plank. The wood was wet and the edge was rough at this time, obviously it had just been cut.At this time, the young man was holding a dark dart in his hand, and was clumsily carving something on it.

Fu Zan's gaze rested on the wounds that were still oozing blood and the raised nails on his hands, and he fell silent.

After a while, Fu Chen stopped his movements, stood up, and was about to go into the deep forest again.

Fu Zan called him from behind: "You will get lost at night! Where are you going!"

Fu Chen just walked forward blindly, for some reason, the speed was not fast, Fu Yan thought for a moment, and followed.

He found that the young man did not follow the routine of dissolving the formation, but only walked up the mountain in one direction.

Fu Zan followed him up for a long time and reached the top of the mountain.

The night wind was cool, blowing the unmelted snow on the mountain top.

Fu Chen looked around on the slope at the top of the mountain, and Fu Yan saw that he seemed to be looking for something, so he couldn't help asking: "What are you looking for?"

After a long pause, the young man spoke hoarsely, like an old man who hadn't spoken for hundreds of years:

"...Find a stone tablet."

Fu Yan thought: "Is it the one with the mountain name engraved on it you mentioned earlier?"

"……Um."

"There's no need to look for it," Fu Yan interrupted him, "I've been here a few years ago, and I've never seen any stele here, it's just snow all the time."

Fu Zhan saw the young man's straight back froze in the distance. After a long time, he took a step and came to a terrace with shallow snow. Put it in and compact it with soil.

Fu Zan watched from the side, as if he understood his intention.

The young man got up and stood in front of the board, not moving for a long time.

Fu Zhan walked over, bowed his body and glanced at the words on it:

The late father Jia Yingzhi's seat Sheng

He raised his hand and randomly picked the trident-like characters in the middle, his eyes extended down, and fell on the last word, and said for a long time: "The characters are really ugly."

He turned his head to look at the young man's face, and found that the young man's face was still expressionless, his curly hair fluttering behind his back, his bones were sharp and his scars were under the moonlight, and there was a sense of eerie terror. With the vague shadows, he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside, but he could only see him facing this crude wooden signboard, silent as a mountain.

After a long time, when Fu Zan heard the young man speak, he actually said to him: "It is my fault that I lied to you about the formation map today."

Hearing this unapologetic voice, Fu Zan snorted, and followed him to look at the crude wooden sign. He was familiar with Yanwen, and said:

"Your name is Jia Sheng?"

"……Yes."

The chill in the mountains was getting worse, Fu Yan glanced at Fu Chen's clothes, raised his eyebrows, turned his head again without saying a word.

"He once told me that people who practice martial arts are taboo to commit crimes with martial arts. He is a person with martial arts, but he was tricked by literati who don't know martial arts. It's ridiculous...Of course, I am also an accomplice." Fu Chen slowly Dao, the eyes are empty.

"This is the crime you mentioned?" Fu Yan sneered, and then said, "He dare not commit it, what about you?"

Fu Chen lowered his eyes, and in silence, Fu Yan saw him suddenly put his finger in his mouth, followed by a crisp long whistle, which made him amazed at how the young man's voice could become so thin, as if issued by different people.He became interested and looked around. The fog on the mountain peak was covered in darkness at night, and he couldn't see the surrounding scene clearly for a while.

The young man's ears were deaf, and he heard the stirring sound of "thumping" gradually in the night. Following the sound, he saw a shiny black body emerge from the darkness, and landed firmly on the edge of the wooden board in front of the two of them.He was taken aback: "...This is... Hai Dongqing?"

A few years passed, and the young eagle's wings gradually became fuller. The black feathers on the wings were a darker color than the dark night. Two round black eyeballs were embedded in the body, only faintly reflecting a little light.

Hai Dongqing stopped on the wooden edge, the warning reflections in the eagle's eyes were shining, Fu Chen raised his hand and whistled again, the whistle suddenly changed in the middle, which was obviously different from the previous one.

The eagle seemed to sense something again, spread its wings and flew slowly a few times, and landed steadily on the young man's shoulder.

Fu Yan stared blankly, knowing that Hai Dongqing, who was pure and dark, was already a top-ranking eagle, and it was even more difficult for ordinary people to meet each other. To tame, besides ability, it also depends on chance.

"Let's go."

Fu Zan stopped talking to him, and the two of them, one in front of the other, went around several times, and finally saw the confluence of the stream at the bottom of the mountain and the direction of the road.

Fu Chen didn't move at the exit of the mountain. Fu Zan counted the third tree. Under a few dead leaves, there was indeed a piano score hidden. He picked it up carefully and put it in his arms.

He was feeling happy in his heart, and was about to continue walking outside, when he heard the young man behind him suddenly say:

"...Do you know where Hu Cheng'an is?"