Sealing Sword Chapter 37: Crow

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Looking at this look, Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

Like a frog being stared at by a snake, its hair is terrifying, but it is fleeting. When I look at it again, the man’s smile is warm and windy, without the slightest shadow.

Ye Fusheng has always had a good memory and observed carefully, so he was sure that he had never seen this face before, and it was just a face.

He has an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this person, but he can't grasp the clue for a while.

He was stunned, but the man asked again with a good temper: "What's your explanation?"

Ye Fusheng came back to his senses and said: "Because he got his wish."

The battlefield on the painting has a kind of intense to extreme pain. The white bone is broken, as if it has been beaten by wind and rain after being cut by thousands of swords. However, it is leaning on the scorched earth and bluestone, and it is broken off the battlefield. The last touch of bright color also took away the last light of the heaven and earth.

Red flowers and white bones are extremely bright and vivid, a moment of fusion of life and death.

It was a long laugh, and died without regret.

Chu Xiwei picked up the dry food, and the old man wiped his hands with the kerchief. Then he wrapped them one by one with greased paper. After hesitating, he said to this side: "This young man, the old man is about to settle down. , You... sat here all afternoon, did you..."

The conversation was interrupted, and the man was not angry. He handed out an ingot of silver and said, "I will pack this table and chair tonight. The elderly don't have to wait for me, just go back."

The amount of silver he gave was more than enough to buy two well-prepared golden phoebe tables. The old man froze for a moment, took the silver tremblingly, took a bite, and continued to say, "Good, good, good! Then don’t bother with the old, son, do it yourself! Hey!"

After saying that, he randomly put the collected things on the cart, walking not like an old man. Ye Fusheng looked back when he saw him walking away, and asked with a smile, "What is the name of this young man?"

"Mu Yanan." The man put the pen, invited them to sit down, and smiled softly, "They don’t look like locals either."

Ye Fusheng leaned on Chu Xiwei like a boneless body: "I've traveled here, just thinking about a little bit of insight, but looking at the appearance of Brother Yan'an, he seems to be a fellow man."

Mu Yanan smiled lightly: "Since it's a journey, what good place can I find?"

Ye Fusheng sighed: "After spending a whole day in the neighborhood, I don't see anything strange. I'm afraid I will come here with excitement and go away."

"In the past few years, the border wars have been tight, and these border towns have gradually collapsed. It is not surprising, but..." Mu Yanan puts his hand on his cheek, "If the two of you don't dislike the pain of eating and drinking. , Then there is another place to be seen near here."

Chu Xiwei said: "Where?"

"Don't hide it from the two of you, the next time you come here is a legend." Mu Yanan tapped on the table with one hand, "Did you two see the crows in this city?"

"Of course I saw it."

"It’s not uncommon for crows to eat decay and joy to mourn in this place that has been involved in the war for a long time, but the crows in Jiangjun Town enter the city at sunrise and return to the mountains after night. They don’t move south in autumn and winter. They are rather frozen. Even if you die, you won’t leave this general town for fifty miles.” Mu Yan’an talked freely, like telling an immersive past, making the listener seem to remember it, “but forty-five years ago, there was no Such a weird thing..."

Forty-five years ago, this place was still "Baishui Town", and the river was also called "Baishui River". At that time, the war in the Northern Barbarian hadn't gone into serious fighting. Because it was far away from Tiantian and close to northern Xinjiang, it became a place to communicate with foreigners. Although it can't say how prosperous, it is also a logistics distribution center. It is not as desolate as it is now. .

Until that fall, when the ancestor died, the emperor’s methods were no better than his father, unable to suppress the bulls, ghosts, and snakes in the court, so there was a feudal king who was entrusted here with the opportunity to rebel and fornicating with the nine major tribes of Beiman. The environment, even moreover, took the city to meet the outside world. Some barbarians pretended to be merchants and stole into Baishui Town, and poisoned the grain and grass sent to the border.

As a result, the gates of Jinghanguan, a major place in the throat of Northern Xinjiang, were opened, and the guards were martyred. The people of the city survived in ten steps. The soldiers splashed the battlefield with blood, and even the prisoners could not survive.

The rebel army drove straight in, and after two more mountains, Baishui Town would be captured. Since then, the gate of the country has been widened, and the soldiers will not be far away from Tianjing.

In the face of the national crisis, the emperor sent an army to fight the enemy in a hurry, and at the same time issued thirteen orders in a row, recruiting righteous people from all over the world to help northern Xinjiang. At that time, people with lofty ideals in the two ways of martial arts, righteous and evil, put aside their grievances and went with the army to the north, and cooperated with the people of Baishui Town to fight along the river. I don't know how many people's blood dissolves in water and their souls go thousands of miles.

Some people died and some retired. Even the chief general was in danger and changed three or four terms due to death. At the last critical juncture, it turned out that a gangster was the deputy.

The rivers and lakes have no power and power, but they are well-known in the martial arts. With a brave and brave martial arts, they have also been in trouble with the prime minister of the dynasty, Ruan Qingxing. At that critical juncture, the prime minister will ask the emperor to replace him. From the side to assist the coach against the enemy, no one in the army refused.

The situation is desperate, and the city has run out of ammunition and food. Together with the looting guards sent by the court at that time, the coach cut his head and handed him to his hand, making him close to the main account of the rebellion army in the name of killing the general. Anti-king trust.

The next day, the opposing king personally led the attack. The coach held his head high on the flagpole of the enemy. The court army angrily rebuked him for betraying the country and seeking glory. Under grief and anger, he fought hard, blood flowed into rivers, and bones were everywhere. Seeing that the situation is about to turn, this person is facing the battle, stabbing to death and opposing the king in public. He is seriously injured and does not retreat. Lien Chan's three generals in Beiman are finally divided by chaotic swords, and they are difficult to distinguish.

Before the main line of death, the rebel army had to retreat to the other side in a great upheaval, and another shadow guard sneaked into it and took the opportunity to incite the civil unrest. Finally, the reinforcements arrived, driven them out of the country, and regained the Shocking Pass.

After the war, the new master personally led people to clean the battlefield and found the body of the robe and buried it on the spot. However, his flesh and blood became mud, and he did not know how far he was trampled by horses and horses. In the autumn, only the crows ate and sang funerals. .

Wine sacrifices to the heroic souls, the long river floats lights, and the whole army shed tears on the battlefield. Since then, "General Town" and "Hero River" have emerged.

It’s amazing that the crows haven’t left General Town since then. They nest here and reproduce, passing from generation to generation, flying to the big trees and small walls in the city every day, and flying back to the city at night. In addition, people say that these crows have eaten the bones and flesh of heroes and become refined, and the soldiers become discouraged and immortal. Their souls are attached to the crows. They have to patrol here to defend the people in the town, and look at the border without any problems.

……

"Legends are legends after all, and no one knows how many of them are passed on by word of mouth. But in this town, people do not regard crows as ominous, but treat them as a guardian god. "Mu Yanan touched her face, but forgot to have ink on her hand, so she seemed to have a moustache, making this man look a little bit more naughty and cute, "The crows live in groups outside the town. A valley in the east twenty miles away is usually off the beaten track, but surrounded by mountains and forests and covered by black feathers, it is also considered a miracle. Regardless of whether the legend is true or not, it is a long-term experience to take a look."

Ye Fusheng was fascinated by it, and said: "Thank you, brother Yan'an, for this talk about ancient times."

Mu Yanan smiled and saw that the ink on the drawing paper on the table was dry, so he rolled it up and laid it out, re-spread the white paper, and dipped the ink.

This meant that the words were all over. Ye Fusheng got up with interest, and Chu Xiwei, who had been silent all the time, looked at Mu Yanan's words and stood up.

Ye Fusheng arched his hands and said: "Don't bother Yan'an brother Yaxing, then I'll leave."

Mu Yan'an has attached his mind to the drawing paper and has no time for him to take care of it. Ye Fusheng was not rude, and went side by side with Chu Xiwei. When he came to the corner of the street, he looked back and took a look. Rudou's light fluttered in the wind and dew to paint, silently as if the square inch of land was also integrated into the painting.

Turning her head, Chu Xiwei said softly: "He is very good in martial arts."

Ye Fusheng was not surprised at all: "How good is it?"

Chu Xiwei: "I don't know."

Ye Fusheng laughed, but his eyes were rather cold: "I don't know either."

However, there are not many people in this world who can't figure out the details of both of them, and they can count all five fingers.

After a pause, Ye Fusheng said: "He seems to be familiar with me, but I haven't seen him...or rather, I haven't seen him like this."

Chu Xiwei sneered: "He didn't say a word to me from beginning to end, but talked about it all the way off. It seems that talking with me will reveal who he is."

Ye Fusheng: "But he showed us the way, but it's a good deed."

"Is it good to show the way to the trap?"

"If there is a trap, there must be a bait. We have no choice now." Ye Fusheng stretched out his hand to him, "Go?"

Chu Xiwei glanced at him: "I am going to take responsibility for it, what are you for?"

Ye Fusheng said casually: "For you."

"..." Chu Xiwei's footsteps stopped abruptly, turning his head to see his gaze somewhat shocking.

Ye Fusheng took a step back for no reason: "...A Yao, I don't know if I should say something inappropriate."

Chu Xiwei: "Say."

Ye Fusheng blinked: "Why are you blushing suddenly? Did you catch cold and fever?"

"...No, shut up!"

"The older you are, the more awkward you are. Isn't it good to be honest?" Ye Fusheng sighed. He found that he had sighed more often since he reunited.

Chu Xiwei glanced at him blankly, and smoothly cut off half of the bunch of rowan that had just bloomed in her heart, and stomped it into her heart.

He changed the subject: "That person just said very carefully, now I will add something to you."

"Which point?"

Chu Xiwei said: "The Jianghu Caomang who died in the country with his surname was Qin, and his name was Qin Jingju. He had a superb spear. It was called Zhenwu Lin more than 40 years ago, and he was called the'suolong spear'."

Ye Fusheng's pupils shrank, and he heard him say again: "Qin Jingyu died for the country. He is a great knight. It's a pity that his wife died young. He had only two sons and a daughter. The two sons fought on the battlefield. In that **** battle, he made great contributions, but unfortunately, his first son died in the battle, and only the eldest son returned. After the war, he was named the general protector of the country, and everyone in Dachu respected him."

Ye Fusheng didn't leave anymore. He looked at Chu Xiwei, his eyes flickered.

Chu Xiwei paused and said: "His eldest son is Qin Hebai, the'Northern Xia'."