Zhao Ge: 118. Young guards
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The bonfire went out and the light outside the tent dimmed. Ye Qiusheng opened the curtain of the tent slightly and looked outside. After the fierce flame was extinguished, the camping site returned to darkness. The Buyik people dispersed in the dimness. Ye Qiusheng vaguely saw the old Asa in the day being supported by Krone back to the largest tent.
Ye Qiusheng keenly perceives that after this night's vision, the breath of the Buyik people has undergone some subtle changes.
It's like a kind of power that is silent in the blood of these wanderers in the Krazhuoma Desert is gradually being awakened.
This kind of scene can't help but remind people of the original Jiuxuanmen who came here to recruit disciples. These people who call themselves "Namu people" don't seem to be really ignorant, but they really have something else. Inheritance of unknown power.
Ye Qiusheng's expression became slightly serious.
He is not a member of the Buyik tribe. Naturally, he would not believe that there is really a **** in charge of the kingdom of death, but with tonight’s affairs, Ye Qiusheng had to pay attention to the legendary Namu **** of Krazhuoma. .
From his point of view, he is more inclined towards which powerful existence Namu should be in the long river of Era. Through blood, the Buyik tribe, descendants of Namu, inherited a part of his power, but this power Has been in silence, and must be gradually awakened through a specific ceremony.
Subconsciously, Ye Qiusheng remembered that in the evening, Bai Lishu looked at the ancient book of Krazhuoma's long poems under the lamp, and lightly mentioned the army of Namu's envoy named Zang Mu.
"What do you think Nahm is?"
Ye Qiusheng asked Bailishu.
When the fire went out, Bailishu put away his longbow, he got up and sat in the darkness. For Ye Qiusheng’s question, Bailishu did not answer directly. After a while, he said: “Kladroma’s Namu faith has existed in the Wanxian Era, but...”
But what, he didn't go on.
The young man sat in the dark, unable to distinguish his look.
Ye Qiusheng is used to this person's style which is almost the same as that of Tianji Valley. He is mysterious and pressures everything by himself. It is not surprising to get this kind of answer that can make ordinary people even more confused.
And...
What Bailishu said also made him guess.
The Era of Ten Thousand Immortals, the era where immortals and demons coexist, only existed for 15,000 years. It is called the "Era of Interruption". That era of Interruption has left too many puzzles, and over the years, He walked on the land of the Twelve Dynasties, looking for answers to those puzzles.
Ye Qiusheng always feels inexplicable.
He always felt that sometimes, when looking at Bailishu, it was like seeing those ancient, broken eras. At the beginning, he gave Bailishu the nickname, Tianwaixian, half of the time. It's because the first of the famous Twelve Beauties in the world of Xiuxian, the other half is his sometimes fuzzy feeling.
When he watched the white-clothed young man walking with his sword, he always remembered the deep underground cave he had entered in the Cangpu Dynasty.
The damp underground, cold water dripped from the stalactites, falling on the rocks, making clear sounds. The dull and dark world seemed to be forgotten by time, and it was far away from the bustling and lively twelve dynasties on the ground. He held a torch and walked past the chiseled rock wall, the torch reflected the painting on the rock wall.
One by one, depicting scenes from the last era.
The lines of the rock paintings are a bit blurred, the scene is not very clear, and the last one is more than half damaged. However, Ye Qiusheng stopped for a long, long time before the last one, and his eyes were attracted by one place on the screen.
The last petroglyph depicts a more obscure and incomprehensible content, a huge pillar plunged into the earth, a vague running crowd, among the fleeing crowd, one person went upstream and walked towards the huge pillar plunged into the ground . The rock paintings are not exquisite, the style is simple, and the characters are very few.
Only when describing that person, it is extra delicate.
I don't know why, the distinctive back figure on the last rock painting made Ye Qiusheng remember deeply. Looking at that figure, he always felt an indescribable sadness.
That kind of sadness has no cause, and he doesn't know the reason.
When he saw Bailishu, Ye Qiusheng didn't know why, and sometimes inexplicably thought of the last rock painting in the cave.
The young man sat in the dim, thin figure, Ye Qiusheng thought of the rock painting again.
"Let's go and meet Asa of the Buyik tribe."
Bai Lishu put on his robe, and he walked over to Ye Qiusheng.
The weird ritual has ended. The Buyik people who have undergone subtle changes have returned to their tents, and the camping site has fallen into silence.
"Huh?"
Ye Qiusheng made a questioning tone.
Bai Lishu tidied his outer robe without any explanation.
"Okay, okay." Ye Qiusheng laughed helplessly. He supported the ground with one hand and stood up neatly. He opened the tent curtain for Bailishu in a decent manner, and bowed halfway. Body, "Since the official has made a decision, a guard in a small district naturally dare not speak, please."
Bai Lishu glanced at Ye Qiusheng, who had a frivolous smile on his face, and the other man bowed, acting like a guard.
He looked away and went straight out.
"You are not my guard."
Baili said lightly.
For a moment, he thought of the young guards in the Baili family.
When he was still Tanglin Baili, when he was the head of Baili Patriarch, when he walked through the promenade, young guards bent towards him, they were young children in the family, they called him respectfully For the Patriarch... They regard him as a god...
Bai Li Shu closed his eyes.
The thin young man passed him, brushing his hand that opened the curtain with a cool robe, Ye Qiusheng heard the young man say "You are not my guard", his voice just It's like in a cold moonlight night, the water flowing through bluestone is illuminated by the moon.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at the young man's back further and further away.
The night wind blew the man's outer robe, and the wide sleeves of the robe flew like a crane. The man's back was thin and straight, and he walked alone and didn't stop, he didn't care if anyone was following, let alone if anyone was walking along.
Ye Qiusheng twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed lowly.
He lowered the tent curtain and rushed up.
Bai Lishu and Ye Qiusheng passed through the tents silently. The wind in the ghost town at night was indistinct and very desolate. They walked outside the largest tent where the Buyik Asa was located, and saw the ashes left after the bonfire was extinguished.
Except for the ring-shaped bonfire, there is nothing unusual about the campsite, just like the sight of lava rushing past the tent just now, but their illusion.
Bai Lishu and Ye Qiusheng stood in front of the tent.
"Come in."
Before they could speak, Asa's old voice rang in their ears.
Bai Lishu raised the curtain and was about to go in with Ye Qiusheng, but Asa's voice sounded again: "I only saw one person."
The tone is not negotiable.
Bai Lishu's movement stopped, he turned his head to look at Ye Qiusheng.
Ye Qiusheng was taken aback for a moment, and soon recovered his cynical appearance. He held the knife, stood outside the tent curtain, raised his eyebrows: "Master, please, the younger one will guard you."
"Where is there a guard who does not guard the officials, do you think?"
The face of the young man dressed as the guard has a sloppy smile that makes it difficult to see whether he is sincere or joking.
Bai Li watched Ye Qiusheng calmly for a while, then lowered his eyes: "Then you just keep it."
After that, he went straight into the richly decorated tent.
There was no one else in the tent. Asa sat in the middle of the room alone. The old man closed his eyes, gray hair, and the bone chain in his hand. Hearing Bailishu coming in, he stopped turning the bone chain and opened his eyes.
Wearing a Confucian costume, a gentleman dressed as a civil servant of Tang Dynasty stood by the curtain of the tent, looking at him quietly, neither of them spoke.
For a long time, the young man laughed slowly, a literati style: "Old gentleman, visit late at night, I will take the liberty of the next."
Asa squinted his eyes and re-turned the bone chain: "The official is the commander of the Jin Tang court. The old man is only a lingering man who is wanted. Fortunately, Nam is blessed. Although he is not dead, the official is willing to visit , Is the honor of the old, why would you take the liberty to just say? Please sit down."
This old Asa, who is a high-ranking Buyik tribe, is not subject to any etiquette in his words.
Baili sat calmly.
"I don't know what the officials want to ask the old man? If you can tell, the old man knows everything." Asa slowly turned the bone chain, "but the old man is Buyik Asa, which is related to the whole family. Secret matter, I cannot tell you."
Baili flicked his sleeves slightly, and smiled faintly: "The old man is relieved, the next thing I want to ask has nothing to do with the Buyik people."
Asa stopped turning the bone chain and squinted. For a moment, he waved his hand slightly, and the wind outside the tent suddenly disappeared. The whole tent seemed to be isolated from the outside world, extremely quiet.
"Please."
The curtain hangs down, blocking the situation inside.
Ye Qiu listened attentively, and logically speaking, with the keen ears of his ears, he could hear the conversation even through the tent, but apart from the first few words of meaningless greetings, he said from a hundred miles away. After thinking about asking Asa, he can no longer hear the voice inside.
No sound was heard, Ye Qiusheng turned the ancient blade in his hand, and said that the ancient blade was not long or short, and was thrown out by him.
He didn't seem to be surprised that Asa of the Buyik tribe possessed this kind of barrier-like ability to isolate sounds.
The knife turned around, and Ye Qiusheng returned the knife to its sheath.
This is a bit difficult to deal with.
At any rate, he is also the **** of the "Gold Tang official" now, so he must be responsible for his son's safety? You can't even listen to any movement like this, so how can you perform your duties as a guard?
The guard of Lord Baili is really bad.