[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Thunderstorm and night rain.

Amid the bursts of thunder, Zhong Yanqiu had a dream. He rarely dreamed. The dreams of psychics were often very directional, and ordinary dreams rarely disturbed his peaceful sleep.

What he dreamed was many years ago, how long ago was that, probably 20 years ago.

When he just came into this world.

It's also heavy rain, crackling and pea-sized raindrops mixed with sporadic ice particles falling down, hurting people when they hit people, it's already winter, and in such a cold day, it stands to reason that people should all be at home for the whole winter. The harvest of the year is hidden in the cellar, and the wife and children are hot on the kang, who wants to go out and eat the sin of the cold wind blowing the bones.

What's more, the heavy rain is pouring down, and even wearing an umbrella and wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat can't stop it.

But when Zhong Yanqiu arrived, he happened to fall among a whole group of people running wildly and shouting.

No one noticed his sudden appearance, and no one cared about his identity at all. The poorly clothed people ran forward like flies in the heavy rain. Even if they fell, no one would come to help him. More, more people stomped on the fallen and ran wildly.

The night was very dark, covered with dark clouds, no moon, no stars, only a black lacquered sky was torn to make the night, and thunder flashed in the dark clouds, occasionally accompanied by "boom--" thunder strikes, only a little bit of it could be seen Mingguang.

Zhong Yanqiu stood there in a daze, not knowing what day or night it was. Every time he fell into the new world, his mind would be numb for a while. He was like a stone stuck in the middle of a rushing stream, and people bumped into him. body, and left in a hurry, tearing his already overwhelmed clothes in the interlacing of time and space even more tattered.

His pupils were dilated and dark, instinctively spying on everything in this world.

Too much information impacted his will, the body stopped all thinking for self-protection, and fully accepted all the information fed back from the world.

The frontier was in chaos, the court was corrupt, and the scene was full of scars. His wailing and weeping almost burst through his eardrums. His nose was filled with thick blood, which was so heavy that he almost felt sick. In the darkness, there were evil ghosts and resentful souls, and the resentment was cut off piece by piece like a knife. The only luck left in this country.

The building will fall.

Soon, the reason why the people fled in all directions appeared in his sight. The bright lanterns were burning dimly, and the horses neighed hoarsely. His face is like an evil spirit from hell crawling back to the world from the nether world on a ghost horse, which makes people shudder when they see it.

Not one horse, not one man, but many horses, many men, hopelessly many.

"Brother, run—!!" The child's shrill and tender voice broke through the rain, Zhong Yanqiu looked in the direction of the voice blankly, the child's face also looked eerie and eerie between the darkness and the candlelight, and could not even be seen Whether it's a boy or a girl.

But the child's eyes were beautiful and bright with a hopeful glow like a candle in the dark.

The whole world seems to be so bright.

There are bright lights flickering, arcs like a crescent moon, making people dizzy to see in the dark. .

Is the moon, is the moon out?

Zhong Yanqiu was thinking blankly. For him now, thinking is an extremely difficult task. He just thought about it for a while, and his head hurt like it was exploding.

Then the blood splashed on his face, it was very fishy and a little sweet, and it flowed down mixed with the rain. He watched the child fall down, and he couldn't even run to him. Those eyes were still very bright in the dark night, bringing Feeling helpless and empty, he fell straight down.

The light went out.

He heard heart-piercing cries behind him, whether it was the mother crying for the children, or the old man lamenting the grandson.

Or, mourning leaving home and living in exile, mourning that the hard work of the whole year has been wiped out.

Or, resent the injustice of this world, the future is uncertain,

do not know.

Then the crescent-like arc rose again, this time directed at him.

He looked up and saw the terrifying face of the man on the horse, with a beard that almost covered his face, greed and malice gleaming in his eyes, twisted madness and red eyes.

Ah, it turned out to be a knife.

Zhong Yanqiu came to this conclusion from his brain very slowly.

It turned out to be a knife.

He slowly opened the corners of his mouth, although there are still many things that he has not figured out yet, but it is impolite to hit the front of the eye and be rude.

In the darkness, his figure was erratic and almost indistinguishable. He stood up and stepped on the horse's back. His palms were like knives. The people under his palms didn't even make a scream. After a while, the lantern fell from the horse's back and rolled a few times on the ground. The candle was flooded by the rain and went out in an instant.

One horse, two horses, one person, two people, the lanterns fell one by one, and the dots of light that looked like a death omen disappeared one by one until they were finally gathered in the darkness.

Everything returned to darkness again, only the rumble of thunder in the sky, bringing a little bit of lightning.

The smell of fresh blood filled the air, telling what kind of massacre had just happened here. People couldn't see the blood color deeply soaked into the soil on the ground, and the disappearing lights and pursuers behind them. They only knew to run forward desperately, afraid of stopping If you come down, you will lose your life.

I would rather be a peace dog than a troubled person.

This is northern Xinjiang. The country is weak and foreign enemies are tyrannical. Every winter, the neighboring country Dajin burns, kills, loots, gold, silver, treasures, food and wine. Decadence against their backing neighbors.

The battle in the court was still full of quarrels, the food and supplies of the frontier army filled the pockets of officials, and some people were clamoring to cut the expenditure of the frontier army and negotiate for compensation.

Because I can't afford to fight, because I don't want to fight.

As long as they don't hit the capital, they never cared about the life and death of the people in the frontier.

Zhong Yanqiu rode the horse of the cavalry of the Kingdom of Jin. Although he had just killed its owner, the horse did not resist much, and took him away from there docilely.

He could hear the mourning of this land, this stranded dragon still wanted to live, and wanted to protect his people.

"It's very expensive for me to make a move." Zhong Yanqiu murmured, riding Juechen towards the Kingdom of Jin.

Never looked back.

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The night rain was so annoying that Su Mengzhen had a dream. He hadn't had a dream for a long time. To be precise, since his body began to decline again and went to death, it was extremely difficult for him to fall asleep every night, often in the middle of the night. I just woke up with hand and foot spasms out of breath, and sometimes I woke up four or five times a night, and it was hard to fall asleep again when I woke up.

But today it was very rare for him to fall into a deep sleep very quickly, and it was even rarer to dream of the past.

How long ago, probably...

It's been 17 years.

It was also raining that day, and it was very heavy. He took people to shelter from the rain in the ruins of the houses in Jiangjun Hutong, and waited for his brother Hua Wucuo to bring back the traitor "Antique" who had betrayed the information on the Golden Wind and Rain Building.

There are already two people sheltering from the rain in the ruins of the house, and there is an old woman squatting in the corner, with white hair and ragged clothes, picking up some broken things, maybe bottles and jars discarded by others, and picking them up carefully. Clean it up, it's still usable.

There is also a person under the opposite eaves, probably a beggar, wearing tattered clothes, the original color of the clothes can hardly be seen, the toes can be seen through the shoes, the whole person curled up pitifully under the eaves, still unable to Avoid getting your clothes wet by the rain.

As the weather turned cooler and it rained in autumn, the mother-in-law shivered and shivered, and the torn felt on her body also trembled.

He asked his subordinates to give the mother-in-law some silver taels, and when he turned his head, he saw Hua Wucuo returning with the "antique" on his shoulders.

He didn't notice that the beggar under the opposite eaves also raised his head, staring intently at what they were doing.

That operation was not so smooth, Hua Wucuo rebelled, united with "Antique", and there were six and a half sects of Granny Douzi, Monk Huayi, and four hundred crossbowmen in ambush in the wall, trying to kill him. Stay in this Jiangjun alley.

His confidants "Camellia" and Master Wu have both confessed to be here. It can even be said that if Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei, who were present at the time, hadn't made a move, maybe he would have been here as well.

The beggar under the opposite eaves was still watching, the whole person curled up and covered his stomach with his hands, his hair was disheveled and his face was black, it was almost impossible to tell what he looked like, he looked dirty and smelly, It's the kind of look that no one is willing to give him a copper coin on the street.

However, his back is straight, as if he is not sheltering from the rain under the eaves, but sitting in the resplendent and magnificent palace to enjoy himself, his black and unfocused eyes, like a blind man, are staring straight at the movement in the ruins of the houses .

When "Antique" and Hua Wucuo made a sneak attack, he didn't move.

When Su Mengzhen swung a knife to cut off a piece of flesh on his leg that had been hit by a hidden weapon, he didn't move.

When four hundred crossbowmen surrounded him, he did not move.

When Wang Xiaoshi and Bai Choufei attacked, he still didn't move.

Like a stone that has stood here since ancient times, it will not waver in the wind and rain.

The strange thing is that Su Mengzhen, who was supposed to be extremely keen, didn't notice his gaze. After talking to Wang Xiaoshi Baichoufei for a few words, he took his only surviving brother, Shi Wugui, and the four of them left Jiangjun Hutong in the rain. , Going straight towards the broken board door.

Six minutes and a half gave him such a big gift, how could he not reciprocate.

The beggar under the eaves watched his figure go away, and finally there was movement, and he stood up staggeringly, only then did he find that his belly, which had been covered by him all the time, was wet, a large dark brown lump, Not conspicuous in the dirty clothes, he looked up at the sky.

"It's raining heavily." The voice was erratic, and disappeared in the sound of the rain in an instant.

But rainy days always have to go.

The two tattered shoes stepped on the rainwater, and the strange thing is that the rainwater seemed to have eyes, and the thin cloth shoes did not get wet at all. The corners of the clothes were wet during the rain, and even the hair was not stained with water.

He covered his stomach with one hand, and walked away staggeringly.

Instead of going to the broken door, go in the other direction.

It seems that the speed is not fast, but in an instant, the figure has disappeared into the rain.