Zhao Ge: 172. The Fire of Burning Night
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When the dark night of the Shang Capital of the Qi Qin Dynasty was shrouded in gold, people wearing the Qi Qin Dynasty's coat of arms walked like the ghosts and charms of the Jintang dark guards wearing masks.
This is a night of bloodshed.
The red fire burned on the land of the twelve dynasties, and things that no one had thought about had happened. The immortal gate, which was so overwhelming and overwhelming, was offended for the first time.
The dark, ninety-nine-story Qing Ming Pagoda, as if the Qing Ming Pagoda that will not collapse has changed its owner.
On this night when the blood and fire began to be unveiled, on the hills outside Shangdu, a desolate blind fortune teller was sitting in a dilapidated small temple, tremblingly fiddling with his pile of bad belongings. Next to him was a half-year-old boy who was thin and thin, like a child in a common famine.
I'm malnourished, and my brows and eyebrows are full of vigor.
The young man's eyebrows flew up diagonally, like a sharp sword glance. Below the long slanting eyebrows, there are a pair of dark eyes with rebellious light.
"Old blind man, still carrying this stuff."
The young man leaned against the wall covered with moss and weeds, biting the roots of the grass, and squinting at the blind fortune teller, his tone a little impatient.
"Come on, you don't really think that you can live on these guys."
The young man has a bad tone and speaks hard, but what he says is true. Both he and this blind fortune teller escaped from a famine in a Bianjun in the south of the Qi Qin dynasty-there was actually a famine long ago, and there was not enough food harvested last autumn, and it didn't take long for the winter to start making trouble. .
It's just that it's Bian County to the south, which is not noticeable.
Everyone in the boy's family died. When he was alone, he gritted his teeth and followed the refugees all the way north and left the place he knew so well. He heard that in the commercial city of the Qi-Qin Dynasty, there were long streets with lights and lots of traffic. With such a hazy idea, the young man was gnawing at the roots of the trees, gnawing on the bark, and heading north.
The Chamber of Commerce of the Qi Qin Dynasty is well-known all over the world, but the famous dynasty is the Jiuzhou Qianzhuang, the big business capitals, it has nothing to do with the ordinary people like them, and it has nothing to do with the remote small city.
On the way, the teenager started a fever.
He had no relatives or friends, and no one paid any attention to him, so he was thrown on the side of the road.
While lying on the side of the road, the boy was holding a stone in his hand and thought in a daze, if any crow with no eyes pecked at him, he would use this stone to knock the crow to death for his breakfast.
This kind of thing is not uncommon on the road to fleeing famine.
Some people fell down as they walked, and they were still awake. The crows hovering in the sky rushed down before their breathing stopped. They were the ones who followed these refugees who fled the famine along the way, called The ugly bird.
When the first crow came down, he knocked it to death.
But there is a second one, a third one...
Knocked one to death, and after driving off two, the young man lost his energy. He just watched the crow fall, the sharp beak pointed at him.
Are you going to die?
He thought vaguely, and then only felt unwilling.
I have lived a whole life awkwardly. I didn't pull the girl's hand or wore a gorgeous dress. From beginning to end, I lived worse than a dog, and everyone died. Even if he lived like a human for that moment, he would not be so unwilling.
But no.
He was holding fire in his chest, but he couldn't hold the stone in his hand. Just when the crows were about to fall, he heard the singing like Hong Zhong. He is just a poor boy with no money, but he has also heard the girls in the red mansion singing, melodiously. However, at this time, what he heard was a song completely different from all the songs he had ever heard.
The singing is old and hoarse, with a sense of tearing, but it is like an ancient bronze bell hitting hard again and again, and the sound comes from ancient times.
Passing through the clouds and cracking rocks, with the power that makes people almost cry.
In the singing, the crowded crows were shaken and flew high into the sky with their wings flapping.
That voice sang lyrics that he had never heard before. It was a very tragic tone:
"Soul and soul, who is Shuer?
Where will the dead go, and the living will be miserable!
Go home, go home, I am like a shadow.
Go and go, never rest.
The gate of Jiuyou is open,
The spirit of stubbornness is very sad! "
The bronze bell of the era was struck, and the eternal immortal rushed towards his face, his soul seemed to be suddenly shocked back into his body. As if ice-cold water was pouring down from the Tianling Gai, the teenager who had already been on the verge of losing consciousness suddenly opened his eyes and gained a little strength again.
He looked desperately in the direction where the sound came, wanting to see what kind of person was singing such a song that made people want to cry.
After opening my eyes, I realized that the sky was dark and dim. There were no other refugees around, and they had already gone far. And a rickety figure came slowly from the place where the sun had set, every step like the sun hanging down from the sky, covered with scarlet afterglow.
——At that moment, he felt that he saw an ancient warrior. The warrior sang a tragic song and came on the end of the day.
The boy fell into a coma again before the figure came closer.
When he was in a coma, he was not so unwilling anymore. Although his life was as mudd as an ant, but at the last moment he saw an ancient warrior that most people in the world could not see, and heard such a tragic song. This is also worthwhile.
When he woke up again, he lay beside a small fire.
The one who rescued him was a blind fortune teller who was already very old, leaning on a cane, just like him, fleeing the famine. Because he was old and had inconvenience in his legs and feet, he fell behind, and only then met the teenager who had a fever and was lying on the side of the road. The blind fortune teller was dry, a handful of old bones, and the image of the mighty warrior was just an illusion under the blurred vision of the juvenile consciousness.
And that tune was also sung by the blind fortune teller himself for courage.
This blind fortune-teller is an old and rude, and when talking with him about the fantasy of entering the business capital, he said with joy that the business capital is full of rich people, and you can take it from the rich by just flicking it. Some money. The dregs in the hands of the rich are enough for them to eat and drink for most of the night.
Speaking, the blind fortune-teller winked at him and said, the skin of the girl Goulan in the Shangdu was so soft...the expression was so wretched and wretched.
The young man heard the broken voice of the image of the samurai stepping on the setting sun in his heart.
He has a dumb face, not knowing what to say.
After being recovered by the old blind man, the young man began to follow the old blind man north to Shangdu. Along the way, the old blind man leaned on the old man and asked him to take things with crutches. He carried a bunch of tattered fortune-telling compass wooden signs and tried to pretend it. He looks like a fairy tale, and when he meets someone, he asks him if he wants to count it.
The teenager almost wanted to laugh.
These people who fled, are so poor that they don’t have spare money for fortune-telling, but they are still unreliable fortune tellers.
The old blind man has a good mentality. He vowed to wait until he arrived in the Shangdu, and he could use his good hexagram technique to become a guest of everyone. When he said that, he asked him if he would like to worship him as a teacher, only ten taels of silver.
The boy was so angry and funny, he wanted to throw the old blind man's things on him.
In this way, the two of them stumbled and stumbled and unexpectedly came to the vicinity of the business capital.
When he walked to the hills not far from Shang, the young man wanted to go to Shangdu to rest. The old blind man had to say that he had trouble with his legs and feet, and had to rest for a night in a dilapidated small temple.
No way, the two of them stopped in this ruined temple.
After resting, the old blind man took out his mess of things and fiddled with it in his mouth. The young man looked funny. On the way, the old blind man bragged to him many times about his hexagrams. He is proficient in how the world is unparalleled, but in the end he is still not sure, and he took him a long way.
The young man talked to the old blind man in a bad tone, trying to make the old blind man go to rest quickly.
But today's old blind man seems to be a little different from usual.
He shivered and put a bunch of things that the young man could not understand in a mess, and quickly and madly painted some incomprehensible runes on the ground-at first the young man thought it was the old blind man's madness Randomly scribbled, but soon he discovered that those patterns had a bizarre sense of beauty, which was not like those that could be drawn by scribbling.
There is still a faint pattern.
I don't know why, watching the old blind man with a pale face and trembling hands fiddling with his hands on the ground, the young man suddenly felt uneasy.
This kind of uneasiness is strange, for no reason.
He called the old blind man several times, but the old blind man ignored him.
The weird thing is that the old blind man who babbles, smears on the ground, and plays with the piles of things he doesn't recognize, reminds the boy again of the phantom he saw before he fell into a coma that day-from the west The sun slumped down, and the ancient warrior strode across the boundless land under the blood-colored setting sun.
On the Qingming Pagoda in Shangdu, the old blind man suddenly spewed out blood at the moment the landscape of the mountains and rivers unfolded. In the exchange of shocking sounds of the young man, the old blind man "twisted" at a speed that an ordinary old man could not have. Jumped from the ground.
"It's on fire! It's on fire!!"
The old blind man murmured.
He turned his head and looked in the direction of Shangdu. At that moment, the look on his face made the young man almost feel that he was not blind.
"What fire?"
The young man asked, only to realize that his voice also contained an unconcealable panic when he spoke.
The old blind man grabbed his hand, stumblingly pulled him out of the ruined temple, pointed in the direction of Shangdu, and hissed: "Fire... a big fire."
In the direction of Shangdu, the black night sky was ignited by golden flowing fire.