Sealing Sword

Looking at this look, Ye Fusheng suddenly felt a chill behind his back.

Like a frog being stared at by a snake, its hairs stand on end, but it is fleeting. When you look at it again, the man's smile is as warm as the wind, without any shadow.

Ye Fusheng has always had a good memory and observed carefully, so he was sure that he had never seen this face before, and it was just a face.

He had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this person, but he couldn't grasp the clue for a while.

He was stunned, but the man asked again in a good-tempered manner: "What do you mean by your words?"

Ye Fusheng came back to his senses and said: "Because he got his wish."

The battlefield in the painting has a kind of intense and extreme misery. The bone is broken and broken, as if it has been weathered by wind and rain after being hacked into pieces. , and also took away the last radiance of this world.

The safflower and white bones, extremely light and bright, are the moment when life and death merge.

It should just leave with a long smile, and die without regret.

After Chu Xiwei picked out the dry food, the old man wiped his hands with a handkerchief, and then wrapped them one by one with oil paper. After hesitating for a while, he said to this side: "Young master, this old man is going to close the stall, you... ...sat here all afternoon, didn't you..."

The man was not annoyed when the conversation was interrupted. He handed out a piece of silver and said, "I'll take care of this table and chair tonight. The old man doesn't have to wait for me, just go back."

The money he gave was more than enough to buy two high-quality nanmu tables. The old man froze for a moment, took the money tremblingly, took a bite, and said repeatedly: "Okay, good, good! That old man Don't bother me, son, do what you want! Hey!"

After saying that, he randomly piled the collected things on the cart, and walked so fast that he didn't look like an old man.Seeing him walking away, Ye Fusheng withdrew his gaze and asked with a smile: "What's the name of this young master?"

"Mu Yan'an." The man put down his pen, invited the two of them to sit down, and smiled lightly, "You two don't look like locals either."

Ye Fusheng leaned on Chu Xiwei as if he had no bones: "I've traveled here, I just want to gain some knowledge, but looking at Brother Yan'an's appearance, it seems that he is also a fellow."

Mu Yan'an smiled lightly: "Since it's a tour, did you find any good places?"

Ye Fusheng sighed: "I've been wandering around the neighborhood all day, but I don't see anything unusual. I'm afraid I'll come here in high spirits and leave in disappointment."

"In the past few years, the border wars have been tense, and these border towns have gradually become desolate. It's really not surprising, but..." Mu Yan'an put his hand on his chin, "If the two of you don't dislike the suffering of eating wind and drinking dew, then this There’s another place nearby to watch.”

Chu Xiwei asked, "Where?"

"To tell you the truth, I came here from a long distance because of a legend." Mu Yan'an tapped the table with one hand, "Did you two see the crowds of crows in this city?"

"Of course I saw it."

"It's not uncommon for crows to eat carrion and mourn in this place that has been involved in wars for a long time, but the crows in Jiangjun Town go to the city at sunrise and return to the mountains at night. They don't move south in autumn and winter. Don’t leave this Jiangjun town for a radius of fifty miles.” Mu Yan’an talked eloquently, as if talking about a past event personally, making the listener seem to remember it vividly, “But 45 years ago, there was no such strange thing... "

45 years ago, this place was still "White Water Town", and the river was also called "White Water River".At that time, the northern barbarian war had not yet been fought. Because it was far away from Tianting and close to the northern border, it became a place for exchanges with foreigners. Although it was not very prosperous, it was still a distribution center for logistics. It was not as desolate as it is now. .

Until the autumn of that year, when the ancestor Gaozu passed away, the late emperor was no better than his father, unable to suppress the ghosts and snakes who formed parties and selfish interests in the court, so the vassal kings who were entrusted here took the opportunity to rebel, secretly colluding with the nine northern tribes and committing crimes. In order to take down Yingwaihe in the town, some barbarians pretended to be merchants and sneaked into Baishui Town, and poisoned the grain and grass sent to the border.

Therefore, Jinghan Pass, which is the throat of northern Xinjiang, was opened, and the guards died for the country. The people in the city survived every ten steps, and the soldiers were even more bloody on the battlefield, and even the captives failed to survive.

The rebellious army drove straight in, and they could capture Baishui Town after passing two big mountains. From then on, the gate of the country was wide open, and the soldiers were not far from Tianjing.

In the face of a national crisis, the first emperor dispatched a large army to fight against the enemy, and at the same time issued thirteen orders in succession to recruit righteous men from all over the world to help northern Xinjiang.At that time, people with lofty ideals in both righteous and evil ways of martial arts put aside their grievances for the time being, and went to the northern border with the army, cooperated with the people of Baishui Town, and fought along the river.

Some died, some retired, and even the chief general was replaced three or four times because of the death. At the last critical moment, it turned out that a reckless man became the deputy commander.

That Jianghu Caomang had no power and power at first, but he was quite famous in the martial arts circle. He was full of courage and skill in martial arts, and he had a relationship with the current prime minister, Ruan Qingxing. At that critical moment, the prime minister asked the late emperor to help him The commander resists the enemy, and no one in the army refuses to accept it.

Reluctantly, the situation was critical, and the city ran out of ammunition and food. They joined forces with Lve Yingwei sent by the imperial court at that time, and the commander killed himself and handed over his head, so that he approached the main account of the rebel army in the name of killing the general and offering the pass, and gained the trust of the anti-king. .

The next day, the anti-king personally led the army to attack. The head of the commander was hung high on the enemy's flagpole. The imperial army angrily reprimanded him for betraying the country and seeking glory.Seeing that the situation was about to turn, this person turned against the enemy and stabbed the anti-king to death in public.

Before the main death battle, the rebel army was in chaos and had to retreat to the other side, and Lue Yingwei sneaked into it, taking the opportunity to incite civil strife, and finally survived until the reinforcements arrived, drove them out of the country, and recaptured Jinghan Pass.

After the war, the new general led people to clean up the battlefield in person, found the body of Pao Ze and buried him in a proper place. However, his flesh and bones were turned into mud, and he was trampled to an unknown distance. Under the autumn sun, only crows ate carrion and sang funerals.

Wine sacrifices to heroic souls, lanterns floated on the river, and the whole army shed tears on the battlefield. From then on, "Jiangjun Town" and "Heroes River" came into being.

What is surprising is that those crows have never left Jiangjun Town since then. They have nested and multiplied in the vicinity, passing on from generation to generation, flying to the big trees and small walls in the city every day, and flying back outside the city at night. It is said that these crows ate the flesh and blood of the heroes and became spirits. The soldiers became discouraged, and their souls were attached to the crows.

……

"Legends are legends after all, and no one knows how many of them are added by word of mouth, but in this town, people do not regard crows as ominous, but as gods to protect one side." Mu Yan An rubbed his face, but forgot that his hands were stained with ink. It was like adding a mustache, making this man look a little more mischievous and cute. "The place where crows live is twenty miles east of the town. There is a valley in the valley that is rarely visited by people on weekdays, but surrounded by mountains and forests, with black feathers covering the sky, it can be regarded as a wonder, no matter whether the legend is true or not, it is worthwhile to go and see it.”

Ye Fusheng was fascinated by what he heard, and said: "Thank you, brother Yan'an, for talking about ancient times."

Mu Yan'an smiled, and seeing that the ink on the drawing paper on the table was dry, she rolled it up and put it away, spread out the white paper again, and dipped the brush in the ink.

This meant that the conversation was over, Ye Fusheng got up wisely, Chu Xiwei, who had been silent all this time, looked at Mu Yanan's words, and also stood up.

Ye Fusheng clasped his hands and said, "If you don't disturb Brother Yan'an's Yaxing, I will take my leave."

Mu Yan'an had already put his mind on the drawing paper and had no time for him. Ye Fusheng didn't feel impolite, and walked away side by side with Chu Xiwei. When he came to the corner of the street, he looked back. Painting in the wind and dew, silently as if incorporating that square inch of land into the painting.

Turning her head, Chu Xiwei said softly, "He is very good at martial arts."

Ye Fusheng was not surprised at all: "How good is it?"

Chu Xiwei: "I don't know."

Ye Fusheng laughed, but his eyes were quite cold: "I don't know either."

However, in this world, there are not many people who both of them can't figure out the truth. They can be counted with five fingers.

After a pause, Ye Fusheng said: "He seems to be very familiar with me, but I have never seen him... Or, I have never seen him like this."

Chu Xi sneered slightly: "He didn't say a word to me from the beginning to the end, but changed the topic all the way. It seems that he feels that talking to me will reveal who he is."

Ye Fusheng: "But he showed us the way, which is considered a good deed."

"It's a good thing to point the way to the trap?"

"If there is a trap, there must be bait. We have no choice now." Ye Fusheng stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go?"

Chu Xi glanced at him slightly: "I went to take responsibility in his position, what are you doing for?"

Ye Fusheng said casually: "For you."

"..." Chu Xiwei stopped abruptly, and turned to look at him with a frightening gaze.

Ye Fusheng took a step back for no reason: "...Ah Yao, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Chu Xiwei: "Say."

Ye Fusheng blinked: "Why are you blushing suddenly? Is it because of a cold or fever?"

"...No, shut up!"

"The older you get, the more awkward you become. Wouldn't it be nice to be honest?" Ye Fusheng sighed, and he found that since the reunion, he had sighed more often.

Chu Xiwei glanced at him expressionlessly, then tore off half of a bunch of flowers that had just bloomed in her heart, and stomped them hard into the lump of soil in her heart.

He changed the subject: "The man said it very carefully just now, now I will add something to you."

"Which point?"

Chu Xiwei said: "The Jianghu Caomang who died for the country, his surname is Qin, his name is Qin Jingyu, and his long spear is superb. It was famous in the martial arts more than 40 years ago, and he was called 'Longlong Spear'."

Ye Fusheng's pupils shrank, and he heard him say again: "Qin Jingyu died for the country, he was a great chivalrous man, but unfortunately his wife died young, and he only had two sons and a daughter. He made great contributions in the bloody battle, but unfortunately the youngest son died in the battle, only the eldest son returned, and after the war he was named the Great General of Protecting the Country, respected by everyone in Chu.”

Ye Fusheng didn't leave anymore, he looked at Chu Xiwei, his eyes flickered.

Chu Xiwei paused and said: "His eldest son is 'Northern Xia' Qin Hebai."