Zhao Ge: 109. Qianshan Night Snow
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Ye Qiusheng leaned on the rock, found the spirits from Najie, patted the lid of the wine jar with his left hand, and raised his head to take a sip.
The spirit of the knife rolled down the throat like a knives, and the fire burned in the body/inside, dispelling the chill of the night wind in the ghost city. Ye Qiusheng shook the wine jar: "If you want to take a bite, the wind here is a bit weird."
Those strangely shaped rocks blocked the raging sand, but there was still wind passing through the ghost town. And although the wind is not strong, it blows on the body like an ice knife, and the cold air has been leaking into the bones.
There was no answer from Bailishu from the cave behind, and Ye Qiusheng heard a few muffled coughs.
"Forget it, I almost forgot you don't drink."
Although I don't know what is going on with Bailishu, the wounded should never drink. While thinking that the wounded should not drink, Ye Qiusheng himself took a sip of strong alcohol.
He shook the wine jar and made a sound of water.
Quiet was restored in the cave. Ye Qiusheng turned his head and glanced inward. The fire was almost extinguished by the wolf. The cave looked extremely dim, and the young man's face could not be seen clearly. In the dim cave, Bailishu was still lying on the rock without getting up.
It doesn't seem to be a trivial matter.
Ye Qiusheng turned his head back, the **** wound on his shoulder was aching fiercely, he took another sip of wine, and then raised the wine jar with his left hand to his right shoulder.
The spirits poured down, all on the hideous, not small area, and the flesh and blood rolled over the bone wound.
"It's windy in the evening, I will take you into the ghost town."
Ye Qiusheng was talking with Bailishu, his eyes fell on the huge rocks, thinking about something.
The wine is full of flavor and diffuses.
The spirits mixed with blood ran down from the wound, soaking most of Ye Qiusheng's clothes. Ye Qiusheng threw away the wine jar while talking with Baili Shulaoli. The empty spirit jar rolled on the ground and made a crisp sound when it hit the stone.
"Almost all of the fortresses built by the Guangwu refugees in Guazhou are near the oasis, and the nearest one has to pass through the ghost town."
It's not unreasonable that many people bother Ye Qiusheng.
Even if he is a fake scholar, he will bring a "student". Ye Qiusheng seems to know a lot about folk customs and old things, and he seems to be endless when he talks about it.
Sitting on the ground outside the cave, Ye Qiusheng was talking about the old story of Guangwu refugees moving north, while pulling out a pill from Na Jie, crushing it and spilling it on his wound.
"Once, the Fujin Dynasty went northward, originally intending to take the ghost town, and then surprise Guazhou. But after three thousand Qingqi entered the ghost town, it has not been seen for a month."
For a while, Ye Qiusheng hadn't figured out the power of the strange space in his body for a while, he couldn't figure out when he would recover, and he still had some pills in his body but he didn't dare to waste it.
The pill was roughly sprinkled on the wound, Ye Qiusheng tore off the wide sleeves of the Confucian costume and bandaged his wound. The right shoulder was badly injured, and the right hand would hang on his side for a while and it would not be able to use any strength, so he could only bandage with the left hand.
But he seems to have done a lot of this kind of things, and his movements are exceptionally skilled.
Bai Lishu was in the cave. Although he didn't answer, he didn't interrupt Ye Qiusheng.
The night wind blew in the smell of strong wine, and Bailishu listened in silence to Ye Qiusheng's words about things he already knew.
The wound was bandaged, Ye Qiusheng supported the ground, stood up, and dragged away the wolf's corpse on the fire. The fur on the wolf's abdomen was burned by the fire, and it was dark and scorched. Ye Qiusheng dragged the corpse of the wolf to a place downwind, and pulled out the ignition bar from the ring, and set the fire on again.
After the fire ignited again, Ye Qiusheng sat down near the entrance of the cave.
He took out another jar of spirits from the ring, patted off the lid, poured some of the wine on the fire, and the fire burst into flames.
The fire was crackling, Ye Qiusheng leaned against the cave wall, staring at the fire in a daze.
"How are you?"
Ye Qiusheng put the wine jar beside him and turned to look at Bailishu.
The wind in the ghost town was blowing, and the attack of the sand wolves was ahead. Although Ye Qiusheng sat at the entrance of the cave to rest, he still maintained a high level of vigilance. Since Bailishu has woken up, with his temperament, if he can hold it up, he will definitely not lie down.
Since Bailishu didn't get up, Ye Qiusheng guessed that he would not be able to act for a while.
After the fire was re-ignited and some spirits poured in, the fire was bigger than before. It was not a big cave that was clearly illuminated by the fire. Ye Qiusheng’s own shadow was cast on the wall, following the fire. Shaking slightly twisted.
The thin young man was lying on the stone with several layers of clothes, his eyes drooping slightly.
Now he seems to want an ice blade again, with snow in his eyebrows, and the soft lines in the coma naturally bring a hint of sharpness. Seeing his clarity, it was as if nothing happened.
"It's okay."
Bai Lishu said softly.
Nothing?
Ye Qiushang was not surprised to hear this answer.
What can you do? The guy who is alone is fine even if something happens.
But as expected, as expected, when he really heard this answer, Ye Qiusheng suddenly felt unbearable. There seemed to be a ticking sound of water in my ears, even if the spirits were poured into my stomach, the cold of the cave still lingered, and the picture of curling up in the cave resurfaced before my eyes.
Obviously he was in the dry desert, but he smelled the cold and humid smell in the cave.
He took another sip of wine to dispel the coldness in his bones.
"Young Master Baili." Ye Qiusheng looked sideways at Bailishu. He raised the wine jar to the youth. "Now we can barely count as a cooperative relationship? Then I have to know my companions anyway. What's the situation? Otherwise, how do you know if you need to carry you back when you want to escape?"
Speaking, Ye Qiusheng paused, and his face showed a frivolous and non-serious smile as always.
"It's right to say that the first beauty of the eight sects and twelve dynasties is definitely not a chore."
Bai Lishu raised his eyes to the young man shaking the wine jar.
The young man said something unscrupulous, with a frivolous smile on his face, but the frivolousness did not reach his eyes. After pouring the strong wine, the fire ignited, and the light fell on Ye Qiusheng's eyes, fiercely raging.
The blazing fire reflected in Ye Qiusheng's pupils.
Bai Lishu remembered the young assassin he had seen who came to assassinate him in Xuetian when he was still the Patriarch of Baili.
The young assassin was not afraid of tigers when he first came out of the cottage, and took on the mission of death. Until the blood was stained with red and white snow, the pupils were still beating with crazy flames.
Ye Qiusheng, who has the nickname "Smiling Scholar", looks very much like the original assassin. He is clearly wearing a generous Confucian uniform, but he can pull out his sword at any time, dance and live like that. A desperado.
At the thought of life and death, a glass of wine in Xinting.
Bai Lishu lowered his eyes and was silent for a while: "It will take another day to act."
"Your true spirit is also blocked?"
Bai Lishu made it clear that he didn't want to explain the reason, but he answered, Ye Qiusheng didn't ask any more--Bai Lishu seemed to have endless thoughts and countless secrets.
"Almost."
"Sure enough, it's still very troublesome."
Ye Qiusheng shook the wine jar and took another sip.
Ye Qiusheng went to see Bailishu's calmness as if nothing happened. He took a piece of wood, fiddled with the fire, and while drinking, he talked to Bailishu one after another.
Before I arrived in Guazhou, the battle of Difen had been in a state of high tension. After arriving in Guazhou, the repair base was blocked. At this time, after just a fierce battle, after being injured, out of instinctive reaction, sleepiness surged.
He needs a break.
But this is obviously not a time to rest. In addition to the sand wolf pack, what else does the ghost know in the ghost town this night?
My mind was a little dizzy, Ye Qiusheng was drinking strong wine while casually talking to Bailishu—in fact, he was talking and answering himself.
Bai Lishu listened to his words in silence, ignoring the east and the west.
Ye Qiusheng is obviously the big brother of Taishangzong, but he doesn't necessarily spend a few days in the sect all the year round. While running around the land of the Twelve Dynasty, he really saw many weird things. The sea-ship caravan in the south of the Qi and Qin Dynasty, the sturdy formation master of the Dongzhou Dynasty, the pagoda and temple of the Baodan Dynasty with Buddhist beads...
While speaking, Ye Qiusheng's voice suddenly lowered.
He was talking about a mother and son temple in Linhai of the Qi Qin Dynasty, and suddenly stopped halfway through.
The Qi and Qin Dynasty all bordered the sea in the southeast.
In some prefectures and counties near the sea in the south of the Qi Qin Dynasty, there were large and small temples for mothers and children, standing on the sea with the baby goddess in arms, the wind and waves calmed under the goddess' feet, and the sea surface was like a mirror.
In addition to the fishermen going to sea to worship, there are also mothers who bring their children destined to become fishermen to incense the goddess.
Ye Qiusheng saw her mother taking her child to worship from a distance.
Ye Qiusheng held the wine jar with only a little left, and fixedly stared at the flickering fire. He twitched the corners of his mouth, smiled, and said nonchalantly: "The name Qiusheng was given to me by the bad old man. He said that he picked me up in autumn, so he gave me this name." /
He has no father and no mother. The old man picked him up in the fall and brought him back to Taishangzong. Even with the surname Ye, when the old man saw that he picked him up, a leaf fell on his forehead.
Ye Qiusheng Ye Qiusheng, a random name, has no meaning.
Ye Qiusheng suddenly lost his interest in talking again, and he started drinking.
"I have no name."
Bai Li, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke.
Ye Qiusheng turned to see him.
Bai Lishu stared at the fire, and the vast snow again floated in front of him. The man in the black robe walked out of the snow and knelt before him, so he asked the man who he was.
"I asked someone who I am. He told me that your surname is Baili and the single name is Shu, so my name is Bailishu."
He said softly.