Lanshan Snow

Goshawk cruised back.

It saw from a distance that the owner was sitting in front of the elephant house with his little female eagle—the goshawk could figure out why it had been kicked out of the eagle's nest these days.After all, apart from their mates, birds of prey never allow other birds to step into their nests.Although there is no favorite female eagle, it still has this common sense.

It is understandable that the eagle guards the nest.

only……

Snapped!The new owner "beat up" the old owner viciously again... how fierce!So fierce!The goshawk fluttered and landed on the roof of the wooden house, shrinking its neck, and could hardly imagine tolerating other birds pulling its own wingtips, pecking its own cheek feathers, and pulling its own neck down.

——It doesn't want to look for the little female eagle anymore!

forget about it!

Poor single goshawk, it doesn't even know that among the two masters below, the fierce one is the one who has been bullied miserably.

It thinks carefully about:

Is it a mouse to please the new owner?

In the future, Qiu Bodeng will be "pleased" by Goshawk, and it is unknown how he will feel.

But right now, he said that he didn't want to stay in the wooden house anymore.

When he thought of what the Tule wizard did to him on the short case, his teeth itch... More than ten years of pen and ink study, let the young master still have some basic respect for brushstrokes. Orthodox calligraphy pays attention to " Calm your mind and think about it, straighten your face." If you don't do it, forget it!

As a result, someone abruptly changed the "desk" into another kind of desk...

asshole!

What an asshole!

When I think about it, I get annoyed, and when I get annoyed, I turn my head.

It was just a bite to the collarbone of Wizard Thule, biting deep and hard.

The thin-skinned young master would not admit it even if he was beaten to death.The reason why he was so angry had nothing to do with being at the desk, it was entirely because when he woke up, he remembered how many times he was forced to shout "Hu Gecuo" in a daze, and how many times he was sobbing and coaxed to read in Tule language ...

——It’s just some unsavory things translated into Central Plains dialect.

They are far more humiliating and tormenting than outright possession.

It seems that spiritually, he was also invaded and defiled inch by inch by the wizards of Thule.

To some extent, it is true.

The young master was too annoyed that he called Wizard Thule something.

So much so that he forgot to protest against the Thule wizard calling him "Alan"-although he didn't protest much at first...but like a little beast caught in a trap, when he encountered a more serious After the excessive treatment, the subconscious mind will accept the less excessive treatment in the previous step...

It is being devoured step by step by predators.

No bones left.

The only crisis intuition made him unwilling to stay in the house anymore.

Fortunately, this time was not the return trip of Dongmu. There were too many Tule people traveling along the way, and every time they came out of the wooden house, they all couldn't help but stare at him fiercely.The thin-skinned young master was finally able to sit outside and get some air.But this ventilation is only slightly better than staying in the house, just a little...

"...Hujina, help me."

Shaerlu walked in the pale field with sparse vegetation, and the snow slid on the cold spruce leaves, rustling.

The crisp voice of the boy interspersed with the deep voice of the grown man.

"...Arnoldo Igesa, supplies," the young man read out a long and complicated vocabulary without the guidance of the Thule wizard. He raised his head happily, "Did I read it right?"

The Thule wizard kissed him on the forehead in affirmation.

The young man gave him a very rude tooth mark in return.

——Stay on the back of his cold white hand.

This scene is probably enough to make the children of the Eastern Continent go crazy with envy of the Thule wizard: the most beautiful young master in the Twelve Continents is nestled in his arms, a tiny one, and looks extremely obedient.Even turning his face in anger and turning his head to bite someone from time to time, it all has a hint of intimacy and coquettishness.

——It has clearly been picked.

Behold the possessor, how well he is enclosed:

In the ice and snow, he was not given a separate cloak, so he could only share one with himself, and he was only allowed to show a delicate face, a small white wrist, and read a book together... the rest was all his. of.Who knows that under the cloak, the possessor's hands are interlocking in the dark?Or wrap around a slim waist like a ruler?

Or is it something else that is more excessive?

No matter what it was, their fingertips touching each other from time to time already said everything.

"Hujina, Arnold Yigesa..." Qiu Bodeng read the words marked by Tule wizard together, and suddenly found something, and asked hesitantly, "You want to say, the supply point, is it To rescue all the nomads on the snowfields?"

Wizard Thule nodded slightly.

On the return journey of winter grazing, the hunting team passed through several supply points in the glacier delta.But Qiu Bodeng found that they hardly took anything from the supply point, but put fresh mutton and venison in instead.Qiu Bodeng was surprised for a long time, and didn't understand why the Tule tribe did this.

If it is a sacrifice, there is no shrine or altar.

If it is a reserve, there are no guards and no protection.

It's like putting a granary in a world of ice and snow for anyone to use.

——The answer is indeed so.

Wizard Tule flipped through "Shuangyuan Jiezi", and spoke to Qiu Bodeng at a much slower speed.

It turns out that the supply point of the Glacier Delta is called "Arnold Gesa" in the Thule language. mean.Arnoldo Yigesa, the real meaning is: to give to all snowfield people.

The snow field is extremely cold and stormy all the year round.

White wind and sand swept across the land, and even tribal people could easily get lost in a heavy snowstorm.The hero king Kulunzaar believes that: the various tribes in the snowfield can fight each other and compete with each other, but in the face of the cold and terrifying nature, everyone is brothers side by side.A tough warrior would rather die with a scimitar than sleepy and hungry.

Death in battle is their destiny.

Therefore, after Kurunzaar unified the tribes, he promulgated a code of stone carvings called "Great Gesa".

He ordered the various tribes to set up supply points in the swamps and deltas of the snowfield, store meat and spirits, and not allow any obstacles.Lost and trapped people, as long as they find the location of the supply point based on the terrain, they have a high chance of surviving.

Accompanied by Tule wizard's low and clear voice, Qiu Bodeng seemed to see the snowfield in the early people's era.

Great Gesa, great mercy.

Savage and compassionate, cruel and gentle.

Wizard Thule rested his chin on the top of his head, and sang a very old song softly and lowly.Different from the previous one, this song is as cold as the wind passing through the earth...Arnoldo Yigesa, Gesadahong, Hududi...be merciful, people in the snowfield, be merciful, the frontier of heroes, in the The guarded distance...

Be merciful and forgive your enemies.

Where pale death sweeps...

Be merciful, have mercy on your old friend.

At the end of that empty samsara...

heaven and earth.

Get taller and farther away.

Only the singing voice that has been passed down from the era of the early people to the present is left. Qiu Bodeng's fingers lightly slid across the pages of the book, and his pupils printed crystal snowflakes.The crystal branches of the snowflakes reflected a little sparkle of light.

Just like that day, when the sharp arrow pierced through the Snow Wolf King, a piece of snow stopped at the tip of the arrow.

How strange, Qiu Bodeng thought to himself.

How did he know, he wondered what the resupply point in Thule was for?Obviously he didn't mention a word.

The melody of the last stanza fell, Qiu Bodeng lowered his eyes, looked at "Shuangyuan Jiezi", and asked in a low voice: "Is it now... that only a few tribes are willing to set up supply points?"

Wizard Thule did not answer.

Qiu Bodeng knew the answer.

He stared at the snowflakes falling on the elephant's saddle, dazed.The great hero king will die, the stone-carved Da Gesa will be weathered, the ancient ballads will be forgotten, how long will the sanctity of the snow field remain?Or... the question is, how much has its sanctity been defiled?

The Thule wizard lifted his face slightly, brushing the snow from his eyelashes with his fingertips.

"In the future," the Thule wizard promised him, "every delta, every ice marsh, will be rebuilt as in the holy age, with stone houses that never collapse, and restocked with fresh meat and hot wine. , everyone who gets lost in the white storm can get a big Gesa."

"It will reincarnate."

After the silence, came the noise.After the noise, there was silence.

Just as death leads to life, life leads to death.

Qiu Bodeng turned his head and sucked his nose.

——Probably because it was too cold, a little freezing.

Wizard Thule circled him, his eyes fell on the end of his faintly red eyes.

You care about Arnold Igesa in Snowfield.

You... don't you like this place a little bit?

Then, would you like to stay here?

Wizard Thule didn't ask.

Like the "home" that was torn off, like the "parents" that he didn't want to mention, to him, the boy who fell into the snow valley was the flame, the scorching sun, the phoenix... He hid the sun for himself, and he had to bear it. The pain of being burned by red flames.Like a man who has been frostbitten for too long suddenly dips his hand into boiling water.

Maybe it's asking for it.

He looks away.

Harvey Balinghai has arrived.

..............................

The forest is sacred in the snowfield.

Each tribe has its own sacred forest, dedicated to its ancestors and totems.

Qiu Bodeng has been to many places and seen many forests and seas.Quiet, gentle, rough, terrifying.

But he never thought that a forest could be so beautiful, so majestic, and so holy: gray-green spruces and cedars covered with white caps, standing upright; towering old oaks spread their iron-black branches in all directions, Staggered to prop up the lofty sky.The roots of the horned dragon and giant snake lie quietly in the snow...

Every tree is an ancient and resolute warrior.

They stand on the ridge in the extreme north, hand in hand, and form a tough forest network, year after year, blocking the severe wind and snow from the north.

When we arrived, the sun was setting.

Dark red, orange, golden... Countless rays of light draped across the sea of ​​forest, and in the deep and silent forest, they were broken into bunches of golden brilliance.When the wind blows, large and small gold nuggets flicker and change on tree roots, trunks, and white snow.

It is the tree that grows, it is the tree that calls.

Wizard Tule asked Shaerlu to wait outside the holy forest, but when he came back, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A young man in a dark red hunting suit stood in the snow, with dark gold ancient bracelets and chains jumping on his calves.As if he were a long-lost deer in beautiful chains.He gently stretched out his hand and touched a cold iron tree, turned his head sideways, and pressed his ears to the dark, cracked bark.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face through the leaves and snow.

Pure white and holy.

He is listening to the sounds of the forest.