[Shadow Guardian] The Wind Rises from the Wild West

The water is very shallow and cool, just below the knees.While taking off his black clothes, Yun hissed and inhaled lightly, his inner thighs were rubbed with blood blisters due to riding a horse.He washed the black clothes first, and put them on the boulder in front of him.After simply washing his body, he used a dagger to pick out the blood blisters one by one.His hands are steady and he does it quickly, as if this is not his own body.

In the early years when he practiced using a dagger, he had a bleeding blister on his hand, which was broken and bandaged by the sect master. At that time, he was in so much pain that he shed tears.Now he can do these things with a deadpan face.Tomorrow I still have to ride a horse, if left alone, these blood blisters will only get worse.When the thin callus grows in the future, it will never be injured by riding a horse again.

Yun was not stingy at all with the knife. After everything was taken care of, he wrapped strips of cloth around his thighs.He was serious and focused.When he finished packing, he suddenly looked behind him.

On the boulder on the shore, a man sat with his elbows on his raised knees, forming an unruly silhouette in the moonlight.He didn't need to see the face clearly, he knew it was Hong Han.

Hong Han has been watching for a while.He had thought the slave had a secret of his own, only to find out that he was just cleaning up a wound on his leg.Then he found that Yun was very good-looking.

The young man stood naked in the river, with strands of wet hair scattered behind him, and he was terribly alluring.Even the bandages on the legs are full of temptation.

Honghan jumped off the boulder and walked straight to the people in the river.

Yun stood without moving. At this moment, he clearly felt his master's desire.He lowered his eyes and let his thick arms wrap around him from behind. . . . . .

Hong Han felt the other party's tameness, consistent tameness, which made him satisfied—but not so satisfied.He pressed Yun hard on the boulder, brushing the loose black hair aside.The boy's bare back was exposed to the moonlight, and his butterfly bones were so beautiful.

The boy let out a muffled grunt, then bit his lip, and stopped making any sound.He maintained a prostrate posture, his hands clenched the wet black clothes on Ishigami.

Honghan is habitual. . . . . .In the end, he still bit the boy's throat, and he found that he was particularly obsessed with this part, like a hunter, controlling the boy's entire life.

Yun was breathing with some difficulty, he didn't struggle at all, but relaxed his body and freed his mind.He has gradually learned how to deal with his master's desire and how to reduce the pain of backlash.

Hong Han panted and slowly recovered, the moonlight was so bright that he could even see Yun's right hand pressing on the stone, the brand mark on the back of his hand was now as red as blood.Next to his hand was a dagger.

As long as he picked up the dagger and stabbed backhand, it would be difficult for him to dodge. Hong Han was surprised that he was so careless and so relieved of this young man.He picked up the dagger.The dagger is thin and thin, slightly longer than ordinary daggers, and looks like a dagger without a handle.Normally this dagger was tied to the boy's left arm, and Yun Fang used it to treat the blood blisters on his leg.

Holding the dagger, Hong Han gently slid it across Yun's back and down along the ridgeline.

Yun didn't move at all, and didn't show any intention of dodging from fear.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?" Hong Han whispered while kissing his ear.

Yun replied calmly: "Ying's life belongs to the master."

This indifference of staying out of the matter made Honghan a little displeased. "Have you ever killed someone before?"

"Yes." Very simple answer.

"Killed at Shadow Gate?"

"Yes."

It's not that he hasn't killed anyone.In Shadow Gate, only one shadow is trained every three or four years, and he was the only one who survived out of the eight children that year.He used to suffer from cold poison and was weak and weak, but when others attacked him, he pressed the other party into the cold pool and drowned.Later, when it was his turn to choose the next wave of children, he only chose one, Ah Jin.

He suddenly missed Ah Jin, Uncle Wu, and everyone in Qishan.

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For several days in a row, they ran all the way to the north along the Kunling Mountains.

Sometimes passing by the village and seeing patches of green and velvety fields, they galloped along a path several steps wide like a thin torrent.Sometimes the farmers working in the field were startled, and they ran away before they could figure out what was going on, without even stepping on a seedling.In the first few days, you can still see some villages on the hills, or fields by the river valley.The further north you go, the grass and trees become sparser, loess emerges from the ground, and the wind blows up waves of floating sand, forcing people to squint their eyes.

The scenery in front of me slowly changed, the forest on the ground was no longer so dense and continuous, and a large wilderness overgrown with Tibetan grass began to appear, and there would be clusters of forests with clear edges in the wilderness.

Sometimes, the forest ends strangely at the foot of the mountain, as if there is an invisible rope stopping the dense trees on the mountain.And sometimes, the red-yellow land is so naked under the sky, letting the flowing water cut deep gullies, like wounds that cannot heal.

Yun had never been so far away.If it is such a simple journey, he is already very satisfied.

At night, however, it's a different story.Honghan indulged his desire for Yun to the extreme, wanting him wherever possible.

Yuncong has no resistance, and allows him to do whatever he wants submissively.But he became more and more indifferent, more and more silent.

Even during the day, he spoke less and less.He never took the initiative to talk to the guards before, but now he is only silent except for answering Hong Han.Even for Hong Han's question, his answer is only: yes, master; I don't know, master; and so on a few extremely simple words.

Hong Han is indulging himself, he has no scruples and doesn't want to be scruples.

Yun is hiding himself, doing everything possible to hide.

***

Dacheng is a small city in the north that cannot be smaller.

Seen from the air, the green mountains and fields end here abruptly, followed by endless withered yellow.Arriving in the city is like a button sewn between two pieces of cloth, yellow and green.Its city walls are rammed with dense loess, the potholed walls are crumbling under the erosion of time, and the watchtowers have long since collapsed, no longer the robust spirit of the past.

Ji Kan sat on a mound of soil at the highest point of the Tucheng, holding a long wooden pole, and a flag on the top of the wooden pole trembled slightly in the autumn wind.

He is the sentinel for the arrival of the city.It is said that this place used to be an important border town, but in Jikan's limited memory of 20 years, it just became more and more desolate every year.He has never seen the legendary envoys from Tiandu, nor has he seen the military officials that his brother misses every year and what they should bring.Sometimes, he even felt that his brother's title of 'Arrival Watchman' was nothing more than self-deception.

Feeling something, Jikan stood up and looked to the south, on the green horizon, some black spots were moving and slowly expanding—that was, galloping horses!

"Brave!" He immediately blew the horn on his chest, and waved the flag with all his strength.

Woo—the sound of the horn pierced through the small town.Farmers working in the fields are like frightened ants, running to this only shelter.Within a quarter of an hour, the city gate was closed, and all the strong men who could fight had already climbed up the earthen wall with all their weapons.

The barbarians came too early this year!Even the corn in the fields is not yet ripe.In previous years, they only came to rob when they had just finished harvesting and hadn't been able to enter the warehouse in time.

What's even more strange is, why did the barbarians come from the south?

With all kinds of doubts, people nervously watched the group of cavalry that was getting closer.

The comers galloped very fast, it looked like a small team of dozens of people, but the momentum of the horseshoes seemed to have hundreds of riders.

No, that is indeed hundreds of rides!There are two hundred riders!

They have never seen such a compact and fast horse team, and they all showed panic.Soon, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the clothes of the riders were not barbarian attire, and their hair was not shaved half-bald.

The horse team galloped across the field, raising a cloud of dust where they passed.But their horseshoes all stepped on the paths in the fields, and they never stepped into the unharvested fields with corn ears falling.They crossed the cornfields without touching the hastily left heaps of corn being threshed or dried.

When approaching the city, the swift gallop of the horse team did not slow down at all.People can even predict that such a reckless Mercedes-Benz will crash into their seemingly dilapidated but actually solid earth city.But the horse team stopped suddenly when a sharp whistle sounded, and stopped completely within a dozen steps, kicking up a large cloud of dust on the ground.

"Uncle Xiyan from the Western Territory, who canonized by the Son of Heaven, is visiting! Open the city quickly to welcome him!"

Following these words, an arrow shot at Tucheng, bringing with it a volume of imperial edicts.The imprint of the bright red firebird symbolizing the edict of the Heavenly Family on the edict is bright and eye-catching.

After a while, the gates of Tucheng, which had been strengthened many times, creaked open.

From the top of the city, Jikan watched his brother run out first, and knelt down on one knee in the dust. His only complete leather helmet in the city was full of excitement.

"Arriving at the city and guarding the city, Liang Gong welcomes Bo Jun!"

"Welcome Bojun!"

"Congratulations..."

Whether it was the garrison troops who left the city or the common people, a large crowd knelt down.

Even the loess all over the sky conveys people's joyful mood.

***

"Bojun, please go this way, the ladder has collapsed, and now we have padded this slope to the city wall." Ji Liang led the way, while expressing all the etiquette and respect he knew. "There was a warehouse for storing food and weapons under the original land slope, but it fell into disrepair for a long time."

"Anyway, the warehouse is useless. There are not enough weapons, not even one manpower." He led a group of people through the arrow stacks on the top of the earth city. "Not even bows and arrows."

"No, it's not because there isn't enough wood, but because there aren't enough arrowheads. Every time the barbarians come, we will clean up the battlefield very carefully. Whether we shoot them or they shoot them, we will carefully pick them up. return."

Jikan followed the team, feeling that his brother really lacked communication skills. "It's shameful, as if we would cry poor." He couldn't help but said loudly: "In fact, Majiabao sells horses twenty miles away, and also sells ironware privately. Unfortunately, it's too expensive, and we can't afford it!"

Ji Liang turned his head angrily, and waved his hand to order his younger brother to shut up.

Honghan was surprised, so he asked what was going on in Majiabao.But it turned out to be a group of half-bandits, half-merchants, wandering on the border between the two countries, but no one was in control, and they grew up day by day, with a scale of two to three hundred people.