Chapter 792

On a winter night, the whole earth is covered with white light.

This is the heavy snow a few days ago.

Against the backdrop of the vast white earth, the stars in the night sky are brighter and clearer.

It seems that you can pick one at a stretch.

Raise one hand high and hold it in vain.

Put your hand back in front of you and release it. There are no bright stars, only white air floating.

This is the hot breath exhaled from the mouth and nose. When it is cold, it turns into white fog. The white fog rises and condenses on the eyebrows and beard for a moment. The Xingguang mountain is broken and bright.

"The starry sky is so beautiful."

The hoarse voice said, putting his outstretched hand behind his head, and the snow creaked under his body.

Under the starlight, the man was wearing a white fur jacket. He was lying in the snow and integrated with the earth. If it weren't for his eyes as bright as stars, he wouldn't be aware of it for a moment.

"Yes."

There was a voice around him, and the snow fluctuated, showing a figure of 7788.

"It's rare to see such a starry sky."

"The stars are so beautiful."

"At this time, you should recite a poem."

"You have sex."

"If only there were wine."

"Another piece of barbecue."

It's just like watching snow in spring. It's also an elegant thing to enjoy the starry sky on a winter night.

Suddenly, the hand was raised again. With this action, the voice suddenly came, and the world fell into silence.

In this dead silence, there was a sudden sound of success, as if it appeared out of thin air and approached instantaneously.

The horse's hooves lifted up the snow and exposed the animal skin wrapped on it.

It was the animal skin that eliminated the sound of the horse's hoofs and could not be detected until it was close.

This is a line of more than a dozen soldiers and horses. Under the starlight, their armor and helmets, and their swords, halberds, bows and crossbows flash cold light behind them. Even on a snowy night, the speed of the horses did not weaken at all. Suddenly, the horses in the middle hissed, and a long knife straight from the ground cut off the front hooves of the horses.

The horse whined and fell, and the man on it rolled down. Before the man could get up, a long knife had cut his head in two places.

Blood gushed out and instantly dyed the snow red.

The whole team became chaotic because people jumped up one after another in the snow and cut down on the cavalry with long knives and axes.

The shouting of Hu language, the roar of pain and the neighing of horses turned the originally cold land into a noisy place, but the noise flew with flesh and blood.

A long gun pierced a cavalry and pulled him off his horse. The long gun shook away with the cavalry. The attacking man had instantly picked up a broadsword that fell to one side and crashed the sickle behind him with a clatter.

But in the end, because his feet slipped slightly, he was cut in the neck by a flying axe thrown by another cavalry on the other side. He shouted, and the man jumped to the ground motionless. The blood stained the ground and his white robe, and integrated with the earth again.

The battle was cruel and short. It seemed that everything happened in a moment and ended in a tragic moment. The horse was either killed or fled. With a long knife stabbing into the wounded's chest without hesitation, the cry disappeared instantaneously, and the world was quiet again.

The stars are still shining, but the ground is no longer snow-white, but there are blood bodies everywhere.

There are golden soldiers and men in white robes.

The bearded man squatted in front of a man in white and reached out to caress his still open eyes.

"Boss."

A reminder sounded behind him.

The bearded man looked back.

"Am I getting more and more sentimental now?" He asked.

The men behind him ignored him, or pulled off the weapons, robes and boots on the body of the golden soldier, or lay on the dead horse and drank blood.

"Boss, hurry up, take a few drinks and go." Someone said vaguely.

The bearded man shook his head.

"The meaning of life is not just eating and drinking." He said, with a wave of the knife in his hand, he cut off a piece of horse meat and stuffed it into his robe bloody. "There are poems and the distance."

He tilted his head and thought.

"That's what she should say. It's been too long for me to forget."

The other men had got up and casually wiped the blood on the corners of their mouths.

"Boss, are you sentimental and don't say it? You talk more than before." Said a man.

"You mean I'm talkative?" The bearded man said unhappily, "how can I be talkative? We're getting farther and farther north. We can't even see personal hair. It's so easy to see. I'm afraid I won't say our words for a long time."

The men laughed.

"Boss, you are so farsighted." They said.

The bearded man had a smile in his eyes and a proud face.

"That is." He said, waving his hand, "I've seen a good firewood tonight and have a full meal. Let's go."

They didn't stop. They rushed North in the snow under the starlight, and slowly merged with the earth and disappeared.

When the sun shines on the earth, it becomes noisy again because more soldiers and horses come.

Their dark hats and helmets, bright red broken tassels, and their bodies are Mercury armor similar to snow. Their faces are arrogant and full of anger. They are the most elite cavalry in the imperial city.

Seeing these scattered dead bodies frozen with snow, they roared angrily.

"These woodcutters again."

"How can they succeed again!"

"Are our warriors so useless?"

"My Lord, they don't have many people. The mountain is closed by heavy snow. They don't even have huonianzi. There is no doubt that they will die."

"It's too cheap for them to die like that. They must die in our hands, peel and bone, and avenge the great emperor."

"Warriors, kill a firewood chopper and become an official and a baron."

With this cry, the golden soldiers roared forward, and the snow was flying on the earth.

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It seems that everything between heaven and earth is covered with snow, including mountains, rocks and trees. The whole heaven and earth is like freezing.

But in this freezing, a snow-white lotus is in full bloom, as if it were a lake.

But in fact, it's a steep cliff.

Reach out with one hand and take off the snow lotus.

Against the backdrop of snow lotus, this hand is more and more red and swollen, with frostbite all over it, which is unbearable to see.

This action of picking snow lotus is very difficult for this frostbitten hand, not to mention picking snow covered stones with your hands.

The man stuck to the smooth cliff, with a tight body and relaxed expression. He slowly put the snow lotus under his mouth and nose and sniffed it. His haggard expression appeared a little comfortable.

"It smells good." He said.

With these words, the whole man suddenly fell down, as if he could no longer support falling down, but in fact, he climbed skillfully on the cliff and finally slipped safely to the bottom of the cliff.

"You see." He held up the snow lotus and shouted to the five men sitting around, "beautiful."

The five men looked at each other. Although they looked haggard and their lips were dry and cracked, they all showed a smile.

"Boss, why are you interested in flowers and plants again? You don't really want to become a little girl, do you?" They laughed.

"What do you know? This is medicine." The bearded man said, carefully putting the snow lotus into his belt, "there's a guy who needs this. When he gets it back to her, I can pay off my debt."

The others didn't care about his muttering about the debt. They just heard the word "go back", and a trace of disappointment flashed in their eyes.

Still, can you go back?

Although they all came with a dying heart, they still want to go back.

Several people's eyes looked at the bearded man and watched him carefully and happily examine the leather pocket dressed in snow lotus. In fact, there was no need to pick the flowers on the cliff. It wasted little physical strength, but the people who miss because of snow lotus can bring spiritual comfort.

Think about it all the time, just like this person is around.

Their smiles became a little sour, but the next moment they looked dignified.

"The gold thief is coming." They said that people also jumped up from the ground.

There are no knives and axes in hand, only wooden sticks polished from broken branches.

But they looked without the slightest fear, as if they were holding sophisticated weapons.

"Then pull on a few more cushions." The bearded man said with some idleness, moved his hands and feet, and made a creaking sound, "work."

With his words, the five hid behind the rocks.

The bearded man stood alone, his expression flashed a trace of disappointment, and looked down at the leather pocket in his waist.

"Unfortunately, you unlucky woman, you can't get such a good thing." He whispered. The next moment, he raised his head and looked uninhibited again. He threw the long stick in his hand and waited for the cavalry of the pass to rush.

The noise outside was getting louder and louder, but no soldiers and horses rushed in, which made several people waiting for the ambush look a little puzzled.

"Are you not going to fight again, just waiting to trap us?" Said a man.

"Are these grandchildren so timid?" Said another frown.

The bearded man listened, and suddenly his face changed.

"No, it seems that there is Zhou language." He said.

But it's not surprising to have Zhou language. These golden soldiers once seduced them with Zhou language.

"No, this time, it's true, and a lot of people." Said the bearded man, his voice trembling slightly.

This trembling is not because of fear, but because of some speculation.

Some guesses are impossible.

Others also looked complicated, as if they wanted to be excited, but they were afraid that the excitement would destroy their mind.

They never give themselves hope, because once there is hope, when the hope is dashed, they completely lose their will and are hopeless.

They kept alert and hid behind the stone until there was a sudden bang in their ears, followed by the shaking of the earth and mountains.

"My God, this is not the Castle Peak Army..." Shouted the bearded man.

But as soon as he was about to jump up, he heard a crash overhead, followed by heavy snow and rolling rocks.

The others hiding behind the rocks didn't have time to move, and the falling snow buried them instantly.

The valley fell silent with a crash.

Outside the valley, the noise and fighting were louder. I don't know how long it took, everything was calm. Then the sound of Horseshoes filled the whole valley from far to near.

"No one." A male voice said, with some surprise, "can't you hold on to death?"

But the next moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the snow, and then a head shook the snow and drilled out.

"I'll go!"

The hoarse and angry voice drowned out the sound of horses' hoofs and rang through the valley.

"We didn't die in the hands of the golden man. We were crushed to death by the heavy snow. It's really a big joke!"

With his actions, people in other places earned it, spitting snow and shaking their heads, but their faces were full of incredible ecstasy.

But the previous bearded man still looked angrily at the people and horses.

"Who do you work for? Why are you so stupid?"

He raised his head, shook off the snow on his face, and saw the people and horses in front of him, and then his voice stopped suddenly.

The people and horses in front of him scattered and a woman appeared in sight.

Instead of wearing armor, she was wrapped in a thick red cloak, and her white velvet hat almost covered her little face.

She was also looking at the bearded man half buried in the snow. She looked very seriously, swept his head and face inch by inch, and then frowned slightly.

"Zhu Zan." She said, "Why are you so ugly?"

Zhu Zan was so angry that he jumped out of the snow.

"There's something wrong with your woman's eyes." He shouted, "there is no better looking person in the world than me."

He jumped out, reached out and patted the snow on his body, and wiped his face carelessly.

"Come on, have a good look. I'm like a jade tree facing the wind..."

Before he finished, Miss Jun jumped off her horse, jumped over, opened her hands and hugged his neck.

Her movement was so sudden that Zhu Zan was thrown into a stumble and almost fell.

"Hey, don't think you're like this. Forget what you said just now." He shouted, "get up and have a good look. Where am I ugly?"

Although he said so, he didn't push away the person in front of him at all, but reached out and hugged him.

"Take a good look." He said again.

Miss Jun hugged his neck tightly and nodded heavily on his shoulder.

"I'll have a good look." She said.

Zhu Zan didn't speak any more. He just hugged her tightly. He didn't know whether it was because his body was frozen stiff or unskilled, and his movements were still a little stiff.

He thought to himself that he should have held it a few more times to practice.

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When the flowers bloom in spring, the valley becomes more beautiful, but the atmosphere is a little tense at this time.

A group of men looked sadly and worried at the girl in front of them.

The girl is being taken to a grave by a woman.

The girl seemed frightened and stood there motionless.

"History." Aunt Xiao stroked her shoulder and softened her voice, "I told Jiuling to keep it from you about your father. You..."

Zhao Hanqing raised his hand and held aunt Xiao's hand.

"Mom, I want to stay here alone for a while."

Aunt Xiao nodded and agreed after a little hesitation.

She turned and waved everyone away.

"Sister-in-law, is that all right?" Xia Yong whispered in a worried voice, "Niuniu was happy all the way and waited to see her eldest brother. As a result..."

Aunt Xiao sighed.

"I'm sure she can understand." She said.

Suddenly, sister-in-law Xia gave a low cry.

"Oh, Niuniu picked up the knife." She said.

This startled everyone. They stopped and looked at it. Sure enough, Zhao Hanqing raised a long knife in front of the tomb.

Before everyone could react, they saw her waving a long knife and waving a knife light.

Everyone was stunned. This It doesn't seem to hurt yourself, but

Zhao Hanqing quickly put away his long knife and picked up the crossbow from one side. Without saying a word, the ten arrows were fired on the trunk of a big tree not far away.

It's not over yet. Under the dull gaze of everyone, she showed off her spear and sickle in turn.

"So she wanted to show her father how powerful she is." There were tears in aunt Xiao's eyes.

Everyone was relieved, and Zhao Hanqing in front of the tomb also vomited, threw his shield and long gun aside, squatted down in front of the tomb and looked at the words Zhao Zhiyi on the tombstone.

"Hey, Dad, did you see that I didn't lose your face?" She said, raising her eyebrows with a bit of interest, where is there any sadness, "am I powerful enough? Is there a blue better than a blue?"

The words on the tombstone could not answer her. She looked quietly for a moment and took out three fragrant things wrapped in paper from her arms.

"This is what sister Jiuling asked me to take to you." She looked at the thing in her hand and lit it with a fire twist.

A puff of smoke came out and the fragrance dispersed.

Zhao Hanqing looked strangely at the three short incense in her hand. It was obvious that she was also curious.

"Sister Jiuling said, this is what cigarette you mentioned in your letter." She said, "she said you didn't write too detailed. She tried to do it. I don't know if it's right."

The more she smelled, the more curious she became. She simply put it to her mouth and sucked it hard. Suddenly, she coughed and squatted on the ground, spitting out her tongue, and tears came out.

"It's terrible." She said, "no wonder you said you'd die if you could take another sip."

She then inserted the three short incense sticks in front of the tomb and looked at them quietly for a moment.

"Dad, you are very powerful, but sister Jiuling is more powerful than you." She said suddenly.

He jumped up and backed away as if he was afraid of being beaten by the people in front of him.

With a little pride in her eyes, she retreated slowly step by step, and finally turned around and ran to Aunt Xiao with a smile on her face.

Behind her, the three short incense sticks in front of the tombstone waved in the wind with curling smoke.

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