The heroine is a scum [Comprehensive Sword III]

In the 14th year of Tianbao, the Anshi Rebellion broke out. The prosperity and prosperity of the past seemed like yesterday. Today, I can only see the flames of war and the smoke of war everywhere. There are no rich families, no beautiful houses, no brothel curtains, only ruins and dying mobs.

The disciples of the various sects rushed to the battlefield one after another, not seeking to be promoted, not seeking glory and wealth, but only seeking the peace of the people, so that the prosperity of the Tang Dynasty will be restored, and the world will be peaceful.

The Ten Thousand Flowers Valley was closed at this point, and it was ordered not to cooperate with each other and not to help each other. However, the disciples in the valley have learned a lot about saving people, and they have medical skills on their shoulders. Although the owner of the valley refused to help, there are still some disciples who quietly left the valley and rushed to the battlefield. .

Going all the way north from Wanhua Valley, the land is barren. The refugees fled with their wealth and their wives on their backs. This mighty team fled all the way, as if Chang'an was a vicious beast that could eat people and could lose their lives.

"Chang'an Avenue is narrow and slanted, with green cattle, white horses and seven fragrant chariots." He turned sideways to make way for others, stood outside the road and looked towards the end, the sky over there changed color and became extremely ugly.

"Squeak." Yunluo touched his face with the nut.

"I'm fine." He shook his head, and when the crowd was almost gone, he returned to the road and continued on the road.

A young woman with a child in her arms came towards him. She was unkempt and carrying a bundle. When she saw him, she hesitated and said, "Is this young man going to Chang'an?"

"Exactly." He bowed to the young woman, the bookish look in his eyebrows never faded, and he still looked like when he came to Chang'an back then. Unfortunately, time has passed, and the Qiluo girl who was talking to him in the past has disappeared, and the one standing in front of him today is A war-torn widow.

"Young hero should not go." She hugged the child tightly, as if this would give her the strength to stabilize, she said in a hoarse voice, "Chang'an has fallen, and the Tang army is planning to withdraw."

"I have to go and have a look, after all, it's Chang'an." He said, with a touch of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Young hero is really going." The young woman knew that he was from the Jianghu, and pointed him the way, "Let's go here, it shouldn't be a problem with the young hero's skill, that's it..." There was a bit of taboo in her words, like condolences.

"It will pass through the mass graves, where most of the people who died in battle are buried."

He looked in the direction the young woman was pointing at and saw the mountain in the distance. He knew that he wanted to climb up with Daqing Gong. After saluting, he left without looking back. "Thank you."

The mountain is somewhat similar to the mountain in the valley, they are both lush and lush, like the paintings drawn by disciple Mo Yi, with only a few light strokes, the demeanor is already outlined.

There is no sign of mass graves at all.

Along the way, he saw injured or sick people, and often stopped to help them see a doctor, so the road to Chang'an was delayed again and again. He resigned from the villagers one evening and continued to Chang'an.

"Doctor Su won't stay for one night before leaving." The old man asked him.

"The moonlight is just right tonight. I will take advantage of the moonlight to rush to the next destination, so I can continue on my way tomorrow." He said, staying here for too long.

"Since that's the case, I can't force Dr. Su." The old man gave him a lantern, and told him to bypass the mass grave in front, where too many people died, and sometimes ghosts could be heard crying at night. .

There are no ghosts and gods in this world, it's nothing more than people's mischief. After listening to the old man's instructions with a smile, he left with a lantern under the moonlight and embarked on a journey.

There were indeed too many dead people in the mass grave, and before they got there, they heard the old crow howling strangely, so scared that Yunluo crawled on top of his head, tightly pulling her hair and refusing to let go.

"It's the first time I've seen you afraid of the dark." He joked, keeping his feet on the ground. Tonight is the full moon, and the round jade plate almost takes up half of the sky. The moonlight is pouring down, illuminating the way forward.

Weeds were overgrown on both sides of the path, and it was hard to see what was lurking inside. Yunluo looked left and right, and saw two clusters of green fires burning in the grass, which scared it and threw the nuts there.

Seeing the smashed object approaching, that thing disappeared without a trace.

But Yunluo was in a hurry. It threw the nuts out of its hand just now, and now it squeaked, asking him to help him find the nuts.

"It's true of you." He stopped and searched for the side with the lantern. It happened that the dark clouds on the side of the jade plate covered it, and the night was sinking. Luo is looking for nuts.

The nuts were small, and the weeds were messy. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any nuts, so he stood up and told Yunluo, "I'll buy them for you when I get to Chang'an."

Yunluo refused, and rolled on his head, accidentally rolled onto his shoulder, and swept his face with her big tail, unwilling to let go.

"Okay, okay, one bag will do."

Hearing that there was a bag of nuts, Yunluo calmed down and urged him to get on the road quickly so that he could see its nuts as soon as possible.

Just as he was about to leave, he heard a cat meowing. At that time, the dark cloud had left the moon, and he saw a lynx jumping onto the stone pile and put down the thing in its mouth. It was the nut that Yunluo had lost.

This lynx was born beautiful, with two tufts of hair on the tips of its ears, and a bell hanging around its neck. It should have lived a leisurely life, but its fur is dirty, and you can tell that it is not living well under the moonlight. good.

Seeing that he turned his attention to itself, it jumped down with a nut in its mouth, walked a few steps away, and looked back at him again.

"Squeak." Yunluo wanted to take back its nuts.

"You are leading the way." He understood what the lynx meant, it only had an owner, and it would come to him for help, fearing that something happened to its owner.

Who would keep a lynx as a pet? He followed in the footsteps of the lynx and nodded Yunluo's little head with his finger.

Also the disciple of Hidden Sword Villa.

After walking a few more steps, I smelled a smell of corpses, covering the mountains and plains, causing people to stay away from here subconsciously. The crows I heard before also came from here. When they saw someone coming, they screamed louder, but they were afraid of people. fly away.

The lynx's footsteps are extremely light and its speed is fast. If he hadn't learned lightness skills well, he might not be able to keep up with it. When he caught up with the lynx in front, he realized that he had entered the mass grave.

Even the moonlight is not here, it is gloomy, the air is filled with a rancid smell, and there is a broken bone under your feet, which is creepy.

Mistake, still here.He sighed, and asked the lynx in front of him, "Where's your master?"

The lynx flicked its long tail, jumped to a small slope and looked at him. The cat had no expression on its face, so he could see a hint of sarcasm.

Stupid human beings, find out my shit shovel quickly.

"That's true." Just as he was about to say that you were too tempered, something grabbed your ankle suddenly, so frightened that he threw the lantern in his hand, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, and happened to meet eyes with a dead man's skull.

The two holes on the skull faced him faintly, and there was a sense of resentment for no reason, and the hair on his back stood up because a hand was pressed on his waist.

Something came out of the soil and crawled up to him bit by bit through his feet, carrying the moisture of earth cream and the breath of the dead.

Yunluo fainted directly, he closed his eyes and didn't dare to move, he just felt that the thing was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, until a cold hand pressed his shoulder, and someone sighed in his ear.

"It's just that I feel pity, which makes people happy."

"I beg my sister to let me go." He panicked, and said anything to save his life, "I have Long Yang's favor, it's not to my sister's liking."

The lynx, which was grooming its fur, stopped, its owner's face was reflected in the cat's eyes, and it didn't understand why the excrement shoveler didn't continue.

"Don't lie to me, Ten Thousand Flowers Valley really has a lot of broken sleeves."

"You are not allowed to slander me, Da Wanhua Valley." With some strength, he grabbed the hands on his shoulders and pressed the person to the ground, only then did he see the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a young girl with a neat ponytail, wearing a bright yellow dress, and carrying a giant sword on her back. No wonder he felt that it was terribly heavy just now, so the lover pressed the giant sword up.

After being discovered, she didn't panic, she just tilted her head and asked, "Brother Hua, do you want to save someone?"

**

The plan to go to Chang'an was stopped again, because he had an extra sick number in his hand, and it was still the kind that was dying of illness.

"What's wrong with learning at a young age, but learning to pretend to be ghosts and scaring people." He babbled, crushed the medicinal materials in his hand, and applied them on the medicinal cloth. The lynx next to him sneezed several times in a row, and finally suffered He couldn't run to the master's place, holding the master's hand to beg for favor.

"I don't have one." She leaned her head against the altar. They stayed in a ruined temple, which was in disarray and had nothing. They could only sit under the altar and barely had a chance to catch their breath.

"I woke up in the dirt and thought I was dead," she said, stroking the lynx's head.

He paused, guessing that she had faked her death and was treated as real, and buried directly in the soil.

"It was only when I heard Mingyu's voice that I realized that I was still alive." Mingyu was the lynx, which would cling to her side and meow, very affectionate.

"It's good to be alive," she said.

After applying the medicinal cloth, he turned around and said, "Take off your clothes."

She sat motionless, with a dead look on her face, seeing that the other party hadn't moved for a long time, she lazily said, "I'm from Hidden Sword Villa."

"So what?" he said.

"rich."

"Then?"

"I live a life where clothes come and hands eat and food comes and mouth opens."

"So you won't take off your clothes." He recalled.

"Children can be taught." She moved forward and raised her hand naturally.

"I'm a man." He endured.

"Aren't you broken sleeves?" She wondered. "There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Even if it is a broken sleeve, I am still a man. Don’t you know if a man and a woman can kiss each other, let alone I am not a broken sleeve!