[Three Kingdoms] Burning incense and sacrificial wine

Cui Song didn't understand why Guo Jia wanted to go to this muddy water, guessing that the other party probably had his own plans, so he put this issue aside and set out on the road with the leader and others.

Leaping on the horse, Cui Song glanced at Guo Jia, who was a car away from him. He saw that his hair was loose, his expression was tired, and he occasionally rubbed his forehead and his eyes. Very worried.

Urging the horse closer, he got a questioning look back.

"What's the matter?"

"...are you okay?"

"Brother Yuan, worry too much." Guo Jia looked away, the horse he was driving this time was not an old horse, but another magnificent steed, the hooves of the horse were clanging, and as soon as he raised his whip, he left Cui Song behind by a few counts. rice.

Cui Song noticed the eyes of the leader and the others inadvertently shifting over, the look of scrutiny made him give up his plan to talk deeply with Guo Jia, and concentrate on driving the horse without further words.

The journey was very boring, I could only hear the horseshoes scattered and see the loess all over the sky, after walking for about half an hour, the horse team detoured into a steep and remote mountain road, Cui Song suddenly realized a serious problem.

Yesterday he rode horses with the warriors in the village, and circled the entire mountain without resting.I didn't realize it at the time, but now, after a day, I galloped the horse for a long distance, and the inner thighs rubbed against the thick fabric of the riding jacket, and there was a faint tingling sensation amidst a little numbness.

Cui Song frowned slightly, guessing that the skin might be worn out.Painless, but very uncomfortable.

Looking at the winding and steep mountain road in the distance, he grasped the reins tightly and was about to go up with the whip, when Guo Jia suddenly reined in his horse and stopped at the pass.

As soon as he stopped, the leader also stopped his horse, tightened the reins together with the other villagers who followed, and there was a chorus of horses neighing in the valley.

The leader drove his horse back: "Why did you stop, sir?"

"Although this road is close, it has rained heavily in the past two days. The narrow mountain road may be very deep, muddy and difficult to walk. On the contrary, it will delay the itinerary. It is better to change the road."

The leader thought for a moment and nodded in agreement.

Cui Song felt a little relieved that he didn't need to walk this bumpy mountain road.He turned the horse's head and met Guo Jia's casual gaze.

Cui Songzheng was a little surprised, but saw that Guo Jia had already withdrawn his gaze, his expression was calm, and he rode his horse to catch up with the leader's mount.

After walking for another half day, the new wind howled, and the sky was full of sand.Walking along the stream, seeing that everyone's faces were a little tired, the leader signaled everyone to stop and take a rest.

A few people went to the stream to fetch water, a few people gathered together to chat, and a few people took out the dry and hard bread and gnawed it in the cold water.

Cui Song got off his horse, although he didn't want to fight with each other, but he still felt that half of his leg was not his own.

He leaned against a birch tree to rest for a while, slowly filled half a pot of water, glanced sharply at the leader to stop a goshawk, and took a piece of fabric from the bird's claw.

After unfolding the cloth, just one glance made the leader's face change drastically.

Cui Song was puzzled, and before he could figure out why, he saw the leader calling some confidantes, whispered a few words, and those people went down separately, and talked to the strong men of the tribe who were fetching water and eating talk.

After a while, almost all the Di people put down what they were doing and slowly gathered around.

Cui Song realized something was wrong, and raised his hand to press the saber on his waist. Guo Jia, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly raised his head, with warning eyes, signaling him not to act rashly.

Cui Song lowered his hands, staring warily at the approaching Di people.

Upon closer inspection, they all had unconcealable hostility on their faces.

Cui Song was more vigilant, watching them approaching with cold eyes, blocking all the way.

He threw down the empty water bag, and frowned dissatisfiedly like "Mr. Yuan" in the past: "What does Chief Bai mean?"

"Mr. Yuan, don't worry. Mr. Bai just received a letter from the tribe and needs to go back to the village. I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you to the Yang tribe." He was very tough, "But you don't need to worry, Young Master. Although Bai has something urgent to do, he has ordered his subordinates to escort Young Master to the Yang clan to negotiate."

Then he seemed to suppress some emotions, and walked towards Guo Jia on the other side: "Sir, do you have anything to say?"

After a glance, there were all unkind eyes, Guo Jia smiled disdainfully: "Suspicious neighbor stealing an axe, I think no matter what Jia says, you won't believe it."

Leader Bai took a deep look at him, and his expression softened: "It's not that Mr. Bai doesn't believe in Mr., it's just that the situation is special now...and it's too coincidental that Mr. asked me to wait for the diversion."

Guo Jia said indifferently: "You think highly of Jia too much. Jia has something to say to you: Bing is expensive and fast, but delay will change. Do you want to waste money here with Jia?"

The white leader's face became quite ugly, and the hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists, obviously trying to restrain himself.

Not long after, he sneered, and said "politely", "Then, sir, please wait where you are, and discuss it with sir in detail after Mr. Bai returns to take care of the urgent matter."

As soon as the words fell, several people came out and stood not far or close to Guo Jia. They seemed to be guards, but they were actually imprisoned.

Even if Cui Song didn't know the riddle between the two, judging from his posture and the few words he said just now, he couldn't tell that something happened in the village, and the white leader was suspicious of Guo Jia, and suspected that it was his handwriting.

Cui Song looked at Guo Jia's face, and saw that his expression was calm, as usual, without any emotion.

No matter which era, the phenomenon of clique and xenophobia is not uncommon.

It is not obvious at ordinary times, but in the event of an emergency, the natural moat between the ethnic groups will be fully revealed.

Cui Song could clearly feel that the Di people's attitude towards him had undergone a drastic change since Chief Bai received the letter from Flying Eagle.The evil thoughts and hostility in it are no less than what Guo Jia suffered.

Under the signal of the white leader, several tall and big Di tribe warriors "escorted" Cui Song on the road.The semi-coercive behavior in the name of escort made Cui Song even more dignified, and he had to think about it—what kind of emergency was it that made Chief Bai even unwilling to deal with superficial efforts, and even more urgently wanted to Get that unnecessary treasure map?

Cui Song still couldn't figure it out until he had traveled five or six li.Remembering that Guo Jia once warned him that "there will be chaos here" and persuaded him to leave early, he couldn't help wondering whether this unexpected incident was really related to Guo Jia.

At dusk, Cui Song was thinking about another thesis that he mentioned many times, "strike first is the first to be strong". Combined with the dream teaching about "estrangement" last night, he used what he learned now, using money as bait, and hunting for prey. Because, with one step and one handful, the internal conflicts among several people were successfully aroused.

Then, he took a small bunch of processed prey and left in the chaos.Fortunately, he has participated in orienteering before and learned direction identification, geographic recognition and positioning. Although he has no knowledge of this area, it is not difficult to return the same way.

He decided to go back to look for Guo Jia, and it happened that his horse was also detained there by the Di people, and it happened to be found together.

Cui Song calculated the time and distance, and when it was completely dark, he would have walked half of the distance.After walking all the way, he finally saw the familiar stream. Cui Songzheng felt his mouth was dry, so he went to the stream to drink water. He forgot about whether he was clean or not, and whether there were parasites.

When he was half full, he silently recited "Water has the ability to purify itself", filled the cowhide bag, wiped off the dust on his legs, and prepared to get up.

There was a chaotic sound behind him.

Among them were swords, shouts, and screams. Cui Song hurriedly hid his figure in the half-person-high wormwood by the river, and vigilantly checked the direction of the sound.

Silhouettes of people, flames blazing, a group of people holding torches as thick as fists, raising knives in their hands, fighting with the merchants in front of them with only a few people.

No... Maybe it can no longer be called a slaughter, but a unilateral slaughter.

Cui Song held his breath and counted silently through the straw poles.

Five...ten...twenty.

There were at least 20 people on the murderer's side, and each of them was a master.

In just a moment, the massacre was over.

A string was tense in Cui Song's mind, but his heartbeat was unexpectedly calm, and a steady and regular pounding sound could be heard in the darkness.

With the light of the gathered flames, he could clearly see the faces of those people.Tall and brave, he was dressed similarly to those Di people he met, and his body was even more fierce.

That is the blood that is truly vicious and regards human life as worthless.

"It's really fun. Cutting these pumpkins is like cutting vegetables, one knife at a time, very refreshing."

"These short-sighted Qin people[1] should stay in their pigsty. If they want to be sent to our door for slaughter, we can blame them for not having long eyes."

"Hey, take a quick look at what these people brought. The ancestors said that the Qin people are richer than the other. These Qin pigs are here for business. There must be a lot of good stuff."

This group of brash butchers spoke so loudly that Cui Song could still hear the conversation clearly even though they were tens of meters away.

Cui Song did not move, patiently waiting for the group of people to leave.

Unexpectedly, one person said suddenly: "The blood of this Qin pig was so disgusting that it made Lao Tzu's knife dirty. Don't damage Lao Tzu's precious sword."

"What's the matter, isn't there a stream over there? Just go and wash."

Cui Song secretly thought that something was wrong, as expected, several swaying and trembling fire lights stayed in place for half a breath, and suddenly approached him.

Cui Song looked at the nearby terrain, weighed the difference in force between the two sides and the possibility of staying in place without being discovered, made a decisive decision, chose a direction with denser grass, and rushed suddenly.

"who?!"

Noticing the change, the butchers poked their torches towards the stream, and when they saw a shadowy figure, they immediately exploded.

"The clothes are—"

"There's another one hidden here, it's from Qin!"

"Qin Xi [2] must die, go and kill him!"

The excited and high-pitched voice made Cui Song's heart sink. Although he didn't know why the group of people called him "Qin people", he could clearly feel the unreasonable malice from their conversations, as if anyone wearing Hanfu, they Will not let go.

Using the dense bushes to cover his figure, Cui Song ran all the way and observed the terrain.

After running for a few minutes, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

This is a small mountain range, and the direction he is heading is a pass.However, the further you go, the denser and faster the stream becomes, intertwined and woven into a net.If you go any further, you might be blocked by a stream.

The mountain stream here is not wide, but it is quite deep.

And he and the original owner are incompatible.

At this time, it was impossible to change the course, so Cui Song had to pray that the pass ahead would not be blocked by the stream.

God obviously didn't hear his voice this time. When the forest leaves gradually thinned out and the pass approached, the waterway ahead was crisscrossed, and a long river went straight to the pass, cutting off the way.

And next to it is a [-]-meter-high mountain range, parallel to the river, trapping him on the edge of the river bed.

The cliffs are so steep that it is impossible to climb over the mountains.Cui Song took a deep breath, pulled out the sword at his waist, looked at the ruthless mountain wall again, and found a narrow crack near the river, about one person's height.

The crack is about half a person long and two feet wide, barely enough for a person to walk sideways.

Cui Song hesitated for a moment, stepped on the jagged rocks below, and approached the entrance of the cave.

It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen.

Cui Song explored the depth with his sword, then took off the jade beads from his waist and threw them into the cave. When the response came, he retracted his sword without hesitation and slid sideways into the cave.

When he hid his body, there was a noisy sound from outside.

The eyes have not yet adapted to the darkness in the cave, so Cui Song simply closed his eyes and listened to the movement outside the cave.

With closed eyesight and more sensitive hearing, Cui Song suddenly caught an incompatible voice amidst those distant scoldings.

Very small, but very close to him.

Cui Song was startled, and immediately opened his eyes: "Who...?"

The extremely low question was covered by a hand from behind.

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[1] Qin people: The Qin Dynasty unified the six countries, the cars were on the same track, and the traffic was expanded. Neighboring countries in the north and west often called the people of the Central Plains "Qin people".Until the Han and Jin Dynasties, some remote places still used this name.

[2] Pig: Pig.See "human pig".