Lanshan Snow

To be honest, Qiu Bodeng has never gone out alone, let alone escaped from the noses of hundreds of people by himself.

In short, it should be right to determine the escape location first, right?

he thought uncertainly.

There was no paper or pen in the wooden house, so Qiu Bodeng smoothed the Snow Wolf King's fur and used it as a pen to draw a map of the snow field... He is a spoiled young master known for "not doing his job properly".

But in terms of miscellaneous studies, I am afraid that there are few people in the world who can compare with him.

The Qiu family provided the strongest human and material support for their young master to collect pictures from all directions.

Among them is a copy of "Snow Field Map".

On the basis of "Snow Field Map", combined with the several large terrains he saw when he was caught flying in the sky by Hongfeng, Qiu Bodeng can probably determine the rift valley of the Thule tribe Dongmu, which should be in the area named "Cha Mar" basin.On the left side of it, there is a sunset mountain known as "Sky Wolf Fang".

——Just now, to the west of the sunset, a high mountain rose from the ground, and the ridge was as sharp as a knife blade that was planed from three directions at the same time.

From a distance, it looks like a wolf's teeth.

... The great hero king Kulunzaar was ordered by Thule to kill the beast god who turned into a snow wolf and brought disaster.Its head rolled down on the edge of the basin, its fangs became the Tianshan Mountains facing the moon, its eye sockets became unfreezing cold springs... the water from the unfreezing springs flowed out from under the fangs of Sirius, and it became a year-round ice-free spring. The 'Dadar' of...

Qiu Bodeng recalled the long snowy field narrative poem transcribed in "Si Fang Zhi" and sketched it out.

There are three relatively large glaciers in the western Chama Basin.

The leftmost one is said to be the blood of the beast god.The Thule tribe believes in "Tule", the god of snow fields, so they should not travel along the Dadar River.

...can rule this out.

Large herds of antelope and deer migrate, with plenty of food along the way.

...the one on the right, only a small part flows through the forest.

Only the middle one is left, suddenly Tuke River.

It means the belt of the goddess.

Qiu Bodeng hesitantly circled a few locations on the winding river... During the migration of the Dongmu team, there were archers on patrol, and he wanted to escape at this time, unless he thought he could outrun the sharp arrow ——Although, uh, although there is a high probability that no one dares to shoot him with an arrow.

But pulling a snare is enough to startle someone.

Not even when stationed to rest.

The whole camp is full of people, too easy to spot.

As for the night...not to mention whether they will arrange people to take turns, just...under the fireplace, the tips of Qiu Bodeng's ears suddenly turned red, and his eyebrows were knit together delicately...shameless!brazen!debauchery!brutal!He began to curse those few words over and over again.

While cursing, he crossed out several unsatisfactory positions.

It's been two days.

Third Uncle should be here soon.

Third Uncle loves to drink, and always gets himself drunk.Qiu Bodeng was annoyed that he clearly promised his third aunt to quit drinking, but also secretly fouled him repeatedly.As soon as he drank, he left him and left first, not letting Sister He and the others pay for the wine for him... Within three days, the third uncle himself would catch up with shame to accept the third interrogation.

If it wasn't for the third uncle drinking again this time, how could Feizhou break up?

——When I get back to Dongzhou, I have to file a complaint with my third aunt!

Qiu Bodeng was full of anger.

He erased the map, set the time and place for the escape, made a preliminary escape plan, and checked it with his meager—well, it should be said that it didn't exist—experience to make sure there was no major problem...Anyway He doesn't even know.The only problem is...

Qiu Bodeng lost some strength and untied the belt and the totem on it.

The main body of the totem is bronze, the bottom is chiseled with Ruyi flower patterns, and the center is a deer head hanging on the fire.Surrounding the deer's head, a circle of curvy exotic characters are inlaid with turquoise and red coral.The whole totem is simple yet gorgeous, exquisite and mysterious.

Even the picky young master Qiu has to admit that it is beautiful.

Qiu Bodeng touched the words with his fingertips, spelling out syllable by syllable.

The Tule language is different from the Central Plains in that they are composed of syllables. A long word that specifically refers to it can often be separated into part of a short word related to its essence.

——The name of the Thule wizard he met contained part of the syllables of both "Tule" and "Boe".

The problem lies here.

If "Tule" is used as a word sound.Rumor has it that Thule, the god of the snowfield, is the teacher of all things in the snowfield tribe, so this syllable also means "supreme" and "teacher" in addition to "god of the snowfield". "Bo'e" is more succinct and clear-the Xueyuan tribe called the male big witch "Bo'e".

These two syllables are the respectful title and specific reference to the identity of the owner of the totem.

Adding other syllables, translated into the elegant words of the Central Plains, it should be:

Wizard...

Luo?

Qiu Bodeng was not sure whether the sound of the last word was "Luo".

If so, he has to worry about whether his third uncle will be able to beat him steadily...

In the Tule language, "Luo" also means "falling" in addition to "river of life".

In the snow field, "landing" is an extremely sacred image.They believe that once a person dies, his soul will fall to the earth and sneak underground.When the sun rises, the souls in the ground evaporate with the snow and return to the Nine Heavens, until they are pulled by the wizard, and then fall to the earth with the snow.

In this way, the great cycle of birth and death is completed.

If we say that the first two suffixes are "the supreme wizard of the snow field", there is still the possibility of "boasting".But a wizard who can be named "Luo" and be respected has a different meaning.

... It seems that there is more than one tribe in Thule in the snow field.

...the other tribes have no objection to his name?

... What is the difference between the abilities of the Thule wizard and the monks of the Central Plains?

……

Young Master Qiu's miscellaneous learning habit popped up again.

He held up the totem and looked it over and over against the firelight, trying to find more clues... He almost forcibly analyzed the decorative lines to make him look ugly.

At this time, the wooden door opened.

Qiu Bodeng was taken aback, and instinctively threw things towards the door——

thump.

A clear sound.

The young Thule wizard stood at the door, didn't avoid it, let Qiu Bodeng hit him, and only reached out to catch things when they fell.

After catching it, he paused.

"I……"

Just as Qiu Bodeng was about to explain that he didn't do it on purpose, he suddenly realized what the strap the totem was connected to, and the tips of his ears immediately turned red.

He jumped up, snatched back the belt, and fastened it back indiscriminately.

... He has a little memory, remembering what trouble he caused by not fastening his belt last night.But Thule's robe is different from that of the Central Plains. The lambskin satin robe is very close-fitting, and the belt must first pass through the hidden button on the back. After looking down for a while, he couldn't reach it.

Hearing the sound of the wooden door being closed, Qiu Bodeng didn't bother to put on his belt, and directly pulled the snow wolf's fur.

Rolling away, he said sullenly, "I'm asleep."

He didn't want to sleep in someone's arms like yesterday again.

For this reason, he not only wrapped himself in a whole ball, but also almost stuck the whole wall to the wall.

The snow wolf blanket blurred and amplified the sound.

Qiu Bodeng heard his own rapid breathing, the vague crackling of firewood, and...the rubbing sound of clothes stopped beside him.

half an hour.

Shi Wuluo pushed aside the blanket that he could suffocate himself to death, and took away the totem that would burn him in the middle of the night - together with the belt.

Then through the blanket, he hugged the person to prevent him from hitting the wall.

Half is encirclement, half is protection.

Qiu Bodeng gave up his futile efforts.

Through the blanket...

At least it's a little better than yesterday... oh...

...to a head.

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes, and reluctantly endured the other's arms around his back.

What he didn't want to admit, and even deluded himself into thinking it was nothing, was that the brand that really made him restless was not on his lips or on his neck.

— in the spine.

More precisely, it is the last bone crest.

...Last night, the split fir was crackling in the copper furnace, sparks were jumping, and the slightly cold tooth fronts went down one by one along the spine, marking one by one, no matter how broken the young man was. Sobbing, sobbing... Thule's wizard gave up on eating immediately, but he wasn't merciful enough to spare his prey.

——It is necessary to completely enclose the territory first.

The only thing that was gentle was that the Thule wizard carefully avoided all the bruises.

At first Qiu Bodeng would try to struggle a few times, but then he had no strength at all—no, it was worse than no strength. It felt like, like the tip of the tongue and teeth of a predator trying to soften the prey's self-protecting shell. The tip secretes a special toxin...the toxin is injected into the bone ridge, causing drastic changes.

It's like countless little fire snakes swimming and licking at the same time.

The spine was still tense at the beginning, but in the end it could only tremble uncontrollably, relax, and be so fragile that it could be broken at the touch of a finger.

Couldn't even cry.

Even so, when the "soldering iron" reached the last bone, Qiu Bodeng struggled violently... No, it was too much, too much, even if he didn't know anything about human affairs, he could still smell extreme danger from it The breath... the arms that had been barely considered gentle suddenly tightened.

Goshawk in the snow field.

The ruthless and ferocious bird, with its powerful claws, firmly pressed the dying prey.

……

The branding was eventually put on.

It silently proclaims: Mercy is only temporary, and encroachment is bound to come.

Without a doubt, it was the most egregious act of the night.

Because it was too much, the poor prey forgot it.

But when the night falls again, the crackling sound of the fir wood burning in the log cabin stove from time to time is like some kind of subtle reminder.

The spark seemed to explode not in the copper furnace, but in his spine...

Hot and weird.

... He now vaguely knew that his name was included in the whispered words that the Thule wizard pressed his lips last night.

Although he didn't know the meaning of the whole sentence, Qiu Bodeng couldn't ignore the increasingly intense danger around him... He was being taken over by another person's breath step by step. If he didn't run away, he might be marked from the inside out. It's all over—although, the wind-snow-like breath is already seeping into the cracks in the bones.

At least, they haven't penetrated deep enough.

He had to get away before the deepest imprint was laid.