The Blood Song of the Three Realms Chapter 1: Weinan, snow

ps: There may be a chapter today.

At the beginning, it is more difficult to write. Although there are countless ideas in my mind, it is more difficult to write them out.

And the pig's head has a bad cold...

Taking medicine, my throat is very dry, and my body lacks water very badly...

In March of Yangchun, the shore of the Wei River, the ancient city of Weinan, spring snow.

The snow white as silver and fluffy as feathers fell one after another, just covering the northern half of Weinan City. The snow scene in the half of the city is vast and vast, with blue bricks and green tiles, all covered by snow as thick as a foot.

The southern half of the city is just in spring, and the thick and knotted thousand-year-old peach trees stand in the streets and alleys, exuding their fragrance against the spring sun. Wild bees and butterflies fly back and forth among the stamens, and occasionally a few mischievous young swallows lightly pass over the treetops, frightening these bees and butterflies.

The ancient city, the alleys, and the wet moss covered the simple brick walls with a three-inch thick layer. The edges of the bluestone strips on the ground of the alley are also covered with mottled moss and green marks. Some pedestrians slipped and fell here, so the moss marks in many places have pulled out a long strip.

The alley is located in the middle of the north and south of Weinan City, so the north half of the alley is covered with thick snow, while the south half is bathed in warm spring light, and the bluestone slabs are shining in the sun. The warm sunlight illuminated a few wild dogs in the corner of the alley, yawning lazily and shaking their mottled fur uncontrollably.

Yin Xuege lay slanted in the alley, his lower body was lying in the snow, his upper body was bathed in the spring light. A large blood lump had swelled up on the back of his head, and a trace of blood flowed from the broken skin. It flowed down the slightly blackened neck to the ground, attracting a few fat flies to circle around his wound.

A small bookcase next to him was trampled to pieces, paper, ink, pens and inkstones were randomly scattered on the ground.

The most basic legal books, such as "Min Lu" and "Military Law", were torn to pieces, and the light yellow mulberry paper was like a withered butterfly, lying weakly in the snow. In a place close to the sun, a trace of snow melted, and the snow soaked the broken books, and the original glossy ink was stained in a mess. These books were bound to be unusable.

It is about a mile to the north of the mansion where he lies. There is the clear and melodious "Da Ya Le" floating in the air.

The prefect of Weinan City. The third son of Marquis Wei of the present age, Lin Jingfeng, who is secretly entrusted with the fifth rank Sanshi Yunqi Fawei, is entertaining guests, playing "Da Ya Yue", and admiring the Wannian snow plum tree. It is precisely because Lin Jingfeng appreciates the rare spiritual root and spiritual plant of the Wannian Yipin Snow Plum Tree. And the Snow Plum Tree in Wah Nian can only be in full bloom when it is snowing heavily. Therefore, the enshrining in the prefect's mansion reversed the weather. It's snowing heavily.

In March of Yangchun, the northern part of the ancient city of Weinan was snowing heavily.

The goose-feathered snow lightly fell on Yin Xuege's lower body, and an inch-thick snow gradually piled up on his body. His upper body was bathed in warm sunlight. Wearing a jacket, his upper body was sweating finely from the sun.

Cold and hot, Yin Xuege's body shivered strangely, after an unknown period of time, his body suddenly shivered, he opened his eyes, and woke up from the coma.

His eyes were blurred and confused. He shook his head, the back of his head was in severe pain, and a thick layer of blood was plastered on his neck. With his movements, these blood scabs kept breaking open, making his skin extremely uncomfortable.

The lower body was as cold as ice, and the numb body seemed to be stabbed randomly by countless sharp long needles, and the pain had penetrated into the bone marrow. Yin Xuege was panting with difficulty, he moved his arms slowly, and crawled **** the ground. It took half a quarter of an hour, and finally moved his entire body to the sunlight.

The sunshine in spring is warm and pure, containing endless life force, but it is not violent and unbearable.

The body that was frozen stiff by the heavy snow gradually became warm. The unbearable stinging pain below the waistline gradually dissipated, Yin Xuege moaned, and then stretched out her hand to press the wound on the back of her head. A blood lump the size of a baby's fist, a small piece of skin was smashed, and a thick layer of blood had covered the back of the head, and the hair was all glued together.

The palm of her hand accidentally touched the wound, a piercing pain hit, Yin Xuege's eyes darkened, and she almost fell to the ground. With a muffled snort, he pulled himself together, gritted his teeth and tried to prop up his body.

He accidentally pressed his hand on a three-foot-long copper Thoreau stick beside him. The stick was as thick as his wrist, and there was still a trace of blood on it. It was obvious that the stick had died just now. He hit him hard from behind and knocked him down in the alley.

"Oops." Yin Xuege looked at the smashed books, pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the ground, and suddenly thought of another important thing. He stretched out his hand to touch his bosom, and sure enough, the two ingots of small ingots in his pocket had disappeared, and even the Guyuan Pill that he had just received from Zongxue for this month was gone.

Two ingots of small ingots and ten taels of sterling silver, this is all the expenses of his family for a month. The three Guyuan Pills, which can nourish the essence and quench the blood, and enhance the physical strength, are all his training resources for the next month.

Without the assistance of Gu Yuan Pill, the speed of cultivation would at least be more than doubled. Yin Xuege has reached the age of sixteen. According to the rules of the Yin family, if he reaches the age of eighteen and cannot reach the strength of a hundred jun, he cannot formally open acupoints to guide the spiritual energy of the underground acupoints to fill his body, satisfying the requirements of the Yin family's "Yin Wind Jue". According to the requirements of the introductory chapter, everything he can inherit will be deprived.

"Which animal did it?" Yin Xuege roared angrily, clenched his fists with both hands, and slammed the hammer **** the ground.

The bluestone slabs in Weinan City are all 'green steel strip stones' that have been mined from deep mountains and have been hammered for countless years without being damaged at all. This kind of stone is several times harder than steel, and even thousands of years of grinding by people and vehicles cannot leave any traces on it.

In anger, Yin Xuege bombarded the ground with both fists with all his strength, only to hear a "bang" sound from the bones of both fists, and the pain was excruciating. His hands bounced in pain, and he could no longer support his body. His head fell heavily to the ground.

This heavy blow took him a long time to catch his breath, and his forehead was in severe pain. The back of her head hurt so badly, Yin Xuege went back and forth, and almost fainted from the pain. Enduring the severe pain, he lay on the ground, panting with difficulty, sucking in the air-conditioning slowly, and slowly straightened up inch by inch.

"Ouch? Isn't this little brother Xuege? How did you get hurt like this?"

The sound of calm but light footsteps came, two street patrolmen wearing black uniforms inlaid with red stripes, with black iron tokens and long and narrow wind-breaking knives hanging from their waists. The judge walked quickly. When they saw Yin Xuege holding his head and screaming in pain, they hurried to him.

Yin Xuege looked at the two and recognized them as his father's subordinates back then. Following his father, he was responsible for the daily law and order of a main street in Weinan City. He opened his mouth. He wanted to speak, but a gust of cold wind came in from the wound on the back of his head, and he felt a sudden sharp pain in his head, and his eyes went dark and he passed out.

The two priests were stunned. At the same time, they stretched out their hands to support Yin Xuege. They looked at each other. Looking at the broken books, paper, ink, pens and inkstones on the ground, he shook his head slightly and sighed.

There is no value in cleaning up these broken things on the ground. Even the ink ingots were trampled and kicked into the snow on purpose. At this moment, they have been mixed with snow water and cannot be used at all. The two priests lifted Yin Xuege up, supported him and walked away quickly along the alley.

While walking, a priest who looked a little younger turned his head and glanced to the north.

"The banquet in the high hall is playing "Da Ya Yue". Why should such a big man make it difficult for a child?"

"Shut up, don't make trouble for yourself."

The slightly older priest scolded in a low voice, he glanced cautiously at the left and right alleys, and subconsciously quickened his pace.

"We are like pigs and dogs. If people want to judge us, it is just a matter of one sentence. Xue Ge has been wronged, we all know, but what can you say? What can you do? How dare you... Do?"

In the prefect's mansion of Weinan City, eighteen large chimes were used, and "Daya Music" which required 108 musicians to perform together has reached its peak. They echoed in unison, turning into a light blue sound wave visible to the naked eye and rushing straight into the sky, smashing the thick snow cloud over Beicheng to pieces.

The black snow clouds that had covered the northern city for a whole day and night dispersed, and the warm sunshine was shining gently.

The just-transplanted ten-thousand-year snow plum tree in the prefect's mansion was surrounded by streaks of spiritual light. Twelve priests of the prefect's mansion, who were proficient in spring wind and rain, and activated the vitality of spiritual plants, all shot together. They danced around the snow plum tree, The magic fan in his hand waved lightly.

From all directions, green spiritual energy came from all directions, and poured gently into the snow plum tree.

Seventy-two bowl-sized blood-colored snow plum blossoms withered at the same time, abundant vitality was brewing in the snow plum tree, and blue plums gradually emerged from the withered buds. Under the concerted efforts of the twelve prefects, these plums quickly turned light yellow, and then gradually covered with a layer of warm red color like the heart of a living being.

Long and tall, with a face like a crown jade, and a beautiful beard on his jaw, Lin Jingfeng, the prefect of Weinan, smiled with a long smile. He raised the jade cup in his hand and greeted all the guests comfortably.

"Everyone, all of you, the 'Three Heart Blood Plums' made by the ten thousand year snow plums can best nourish the blood and prolong life."

"Everyone, please share the good fruit with me. You can prolong your life for another six years, and have "Da Ya Le" pleasant to the ear. It is really a joyful thing in life."

The Patriarch of the Yin Family in Weinan City, Yin Jiuyou, who was present here, looked up to the sky and smiled, and raised the jade cup in his hand with a breezy face.

"The prefect is indeed the most elegant person on both sides of the Weihe River. Enjoying "Da Ya Le" and tasting the fruit of the year, how happy and carefree?"

Satisfied, he glanced at the surrounding guests—there were all guests here, all of whom were literati, refined scholars, and heads of wealthy families in Weinan City. As the head of the Yin family, Yin Jiuyou was also an outstanding figure among these distinguished guests. He swirled the blood-thick and mellow wine in the glass, and shouted again.

"Such a beautiful day, such a beautiful scene, and such an elegant event, I would like to ask all the poets to spare no effort to compose a song "Yipin Xuemei Fu" to add to the icing on the cake and add more color to today's event."

Lin Jingfeng smiled until his eyes were narrowed into a line. He held up his wine glass and gestured to several well-known literati and poets present on both sides of the Wei River.

"Everyone!"

"If there is a world-shattering and beautiful article published today, I will not spare a hundred dollars to enrich the pen."

A few famous literati and poets who were wearing blue gowns with white-washed skirts and sleeves changed their expressions. They all showed joyful smiles.

Ten taels of silver can feed a family of three for a month; one tael of gold is worth a hundred taels of silver, which can feed a family of three for a year. Hundreds of gold and a lot of money were spent on embellishing pens, and everyone said that Lin Jingfeng was the most elegant and elegant son under Weihou's knees, and this statement was indeed true.

A beautiful maid picked three bowl-sized plum blossoms and put them one by one in front of many guests. Lin Jingfeng and himself got a good fruit. One Jiazi.

Heaven and Earth have a lifespan limit. Ordinary people do not get sick or suffer robbery. It's just a thousand years of longevity. Extending one's lifespan by one year, but the allure is more than a hundred gold. That is to say, Lin Jingfeng is willing to be so extravagant, and the ten thousand year snow plum blossoms and bears fruit only once in a thousand years. How can ordinary people see such a spiritual root of heaven and earth?

The poets and poets drank all the fine wine in one gulp. Grab Jiaguo and eat it slowly. Even the core of the fruit was eaten clean.

The benefit of prolonging life by one year has been properly and truly entered into the belly. These shabby-clothed literati walked up to the Panlong ink case in the middle of the lobby with flushed faces.

Beautiful brushwork, every word is pearly. After eating the good fruit and being tempted by a lot of money, the literati and scholars were full of ideas, and one after another gorgeous articles were shot one after another. Lin Jingfeng's face was flushed, and he grabbed the top-quality sprinkled golden snowflake paper full of ink fragrance and read aloud. He was so intoxicated and crazy that he completely forgot where he was.

Outside the lobby, in the corner of the veranda, a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi, who looked like a housekeeper, stood there in a low voice with his hands down.

In his sleeve, two small silver ingots lacking edges and corners were pulling his sleeve heavily, drawing a sharp straight line.

The sky was getting darker, and seven blue moons rose into the sky from the east. The seven full moons are all blue in color, but the blue color can also be thick or light. On the blue moon closest to the ground, palaces and pavilions can be faintly seen, and various streamers of light can be seen galloping back and forth in the sky.

The cyan moonlight illuminates the sky and the earth, illuminates Dongzhou, and also illuminates the deserted house in an ancient city south of the Weishui River.

The courtyard walls are mottled, and the bricks and tiles in some places have been broken. It is obvious that no one has repaired it for several years. Zhang Xu high grass grew on the top of the wall, and for some reason, the weeds in this house seemed to be stronger than the weeds in the yard next door.

A skinny little girl wearing a blue jacket and skirt was sitting blankly in the yard. The spring night was not very cold at all. Dozed off little by little.

It can be seen from this yard that it was once rich.

At least there are two front and back yards, and there is also a side yard. There is a two-acre garden behind the house. Daqingzhuan, when building this yard, worked hard and spent a lot of money.

Although it seems to be withered and withered now because of its slightly less popularity, it still looks like this.

The main courtyard, the main room, and the bedroom behind.

On the big bed carved in ebony wood with Venus fire pattern, Yin Xuege, who was completely washed and washed, slept there frowning.

His brows twitched violently, and his body trembled slightly. The muscles on his body were wriggling at a weird frequency visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that there were countless thin air currents circling under his skin.

His body trembled from time to time, his hands clenched into fists, and there was a strange expression of excitement, anger, fear, or depression on his face. He lay there like a dead person, but his mind was changing like a revolving lantern.

A stick was hit on the back of the head, as if a house made of earthen pots had been covered in dust for a long time, and a gap was broken with a stick, and a large amount of accumulated memories in the house flowed out. Just like the dust in the ten thousand-year-old house, the vast dust swarms out, and the outside air always needs a little time to digest and absorb the sudden dust, and then hide them.

At this moment, in Yin Xuege's mind, countless flickering images flowed out, the corners of his mouth twitched from time to time, and a low moan came out of his mouth.

The head of the skinny young girl in Tsing Yi outside the room suddenly sank, and she slammed her head hard against the edge of the stone table.

With a sound of 'dong', the little girl grinned and wanted to cry, but subconsciously glanced at the main room, covering her red and swollen forehead with both hands, trying not to cry out. She looked around blankly, then stood up, walked quickly into the room, and glanced at Yin Xuege who was lying on the bed.

Yin Xuege took a deep, deep, extremely long breath.

Then he let out a slow, slow, extremely long breath.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the skinny, shriveled little maid.

He looked at the little maid quietly, and stretched out his hand to touch the swelling on the back of his head that didn't go away.

"There are still eggs at home?"

"No, you replaced the last egg with salt the day before yesterday."

The little girl stared blankly at Yin Xuege, her voice also seemed a little blank.

"The last laying hen in the house was also touched the night before. So, there will be no eggs in the house."

"Unless you can conjure up silver, chickens are cheap in spring, and one costs only ten cents. We can buy a hundred of them, which means one tael of silver."

"Stop~IndoMTL.com~The family has no money at all."

Grinning her teeth, Yin Xuege straightened her upper body, rubbing the back of her head while asking questions.

"I have to say, a bit, but a bit."

The little girl lowered her head and glanced at Yin Xuege out of the corner of her eye.

"It's a little broken piece left by Uncle Pan and Big Brother Niu, who told you to buy two sets of medicine to eat, so as not to leave blood in your body."

"Buy medicine?"

Yin Xuege simply walked down from the bed, reached out and rubbed the little girl's withered and dull long hair.

"We will be rich in the future."

"I don't want to take medicine now."

"I just want to have an egg, boil it, and use it to scald the wound. This will reduce the swelling faster." (To be continued...)()