dry snow

At this time he asked again: "Where are we going?"

The time sequence has entered the twelfth lunar month, and the festive meaning of the end of the year has not yet appeared, but the scenery is getting more and more bleak.Although it was noon, there were very few people on the street.Zhou Lingzi seldom stayed in towns, and now he came to the chariot shop to replace the exhausted horse.

In the fierce cold wind, Ying Tianchang felt that his bones were frozen crystal clear, and he might make the sound of jade shattering when he beat the drum.Of course, this is just his wishful thinking to beautify; with his current ragged clothes and rough face, he can no longer see the shadow of the former son Zhaoyao, and nine out of ten people will regard him as a beggar.

Zhou Lingzi, who was picking out horses, turned around and agreed to him for the first time.

"Don't you know it to this day?"

Ying Tianchang took a breath.Of course he does.

Even though he was unconscious most of the time along the way and seldom communicated with others, he still knew the way.

Starting from Pingliang, passing Sanguan Pass and going south all the way, counting the days, they have now arrived in Hanzhong.

It is still six hundred miles away from Jinzhou and the former Baixue Pavilion.They are getting closer and closer to where things first started.

What exactly does Zhou Lingzi want to do?Kill him, the traitor, in front of the former site of Baixue Pavilion as a sacrifice?

Even for Zhou Lingzi today, it is hard to imagine that he would be so frenzied.It's not that this kind of behavior is bad, but that it doesn't make sense.Will Zhou Lingzi be so burned by hatred that he is willing to go to great lengths to do meaningless things?

Ying Tianchang didn't want to talk anymore.He cast his eyes loosely into the distance.

It seemed that he was hallucinating from being too cold and tired.

He saw a tall man in black walking through the door, he stopped slightly, and glanced at the signboard of the car dealership.

He carried a knife, and his eyebrows seemed to be drawn with ink.

Ying Tianchang's head thumped, and the remaining blood that was still warm rushed to his throat, forcing him to open his mouth and yell out almost immediately.

Rowan!

Chapter Twelve

Rowan stopped and looked at the white air in his breath.

Perhaps because of old age, or because of the abnormal cold, half of the bark of a Qingtong tree by the road has peeled off, exposing the iron-like body of the tree.Gazing at the gloomy weather where not even snow fell, Rowan's mood can be said to be even darker than the weather.

It's not anger, it's not irritability, it's an actual feeling of sadness.He doesn't have any special preference for the four seasons, or he has a kind of gentle preference. He used to be the kind of person who would appreciate spring flowers and autumn moon, peaceful and accessible, carefree.After being so tolerant that it is suspected to be a false appearance, there were times when every plant and tree could make him lose control.But that's all over now.

After all, he is not the type of sincerity and sincerity, he has always lived with principles and steps, after such exhausting love and hatred are burned, everything will return to nothing, even if what is left is only an empty shell.

However, it seems inappropriate for an empty shell to be so low.

The surviving bodyguards of the Xinyuan Escort Bureau have already embarked on the journey home with Shentu's body.Everything in the Zhao family has also been settled.He sent a message to the capital in the past, briefly explaining what happened, but has not received a response yet.

He failed to prevent this tragic disaster caused by someone coveting the darts, and the reorganization of the Xinyuan Escort Bureau was nothing but a dream.In fact, everyone knows very well that the name of the Escort will no longer appear in the Jianghu.Zhao Huayan's face appeared most often in front of his eyes.

It seems that the young man who has been deprived of soil and water since birth, and grew up in a pure vacuum, died with his roots exposed, and his strength was only enough to hold a fan.To him, death seemed more like a relief, the end of a long wait.He seems to be unattached, or maybe what he is attached to is just waiting itself.

However, Rowan only met him once, so why should he make such a comment?

Liu Can is dead.It wasn't a satisfying ending, but it was the only thing he could do.

He no longer has any thoughts about killing.

At any rate, it was over and he should be ready to go.He is not in a hurry, the winter is still long.

He should go pick out a good horse.The thought cheered him up somewhat.For years, he had felt warmth and closeness from the bottom of his heart just by looking into the gray eyes of those down-to-earth, docile animals.

So he stopped before passing by the carriages and horses, took a hasty look, and decided to come back after lunch and go into details.

He never expected that Ying Tianchang would appear here.

Ying Tianchang instinctively glanced at Zhou Lingzi from the corner of his eye.At this moment Zhou Lingzi was putting his hand on the forehead of a horse.

Rowan's name, which he thought he had called out, was actually just stuck between his teeth, and it dissipated with the thin white air as soon as he opened his mouth.

Of course he can shout.He still has the leeway to say these two words.And it was impossible for Rowan not to recognize him.

But after that?Will Rowan draw his sword for him?Can you make it?If he fights against Zhou Lingzi who is carrying the Kongsang Sword, who will have a better chance of winning?

What's more, this is not a one-on-one fair competition, Zhou Lingzi can threaten Luo Wan with his life at any time.

If even Rowan is...

Ying Tianchang's cheeks were so cold that he lost consciousness, but there was sweat on his forehead.

Kongtong's disciples never came after him, and the head of the sect lost eight out of four overnight, presumably in great chaos, without the organization and strength to pursue him thousands of miles away.Even if there is, what can we do in the face of Zhou Lingzi?

He is being taken all the way to Baixue Pavilion.There is no way of knowing how serious the consequences will be.This may be the only chance.

Rowan didn't see him, he just paused, and continued walking forward.It was just the moment when he glanced at it from the corner of the eye and then retracted it, but Ying Tianchang felt that ten years had passed.

It's not that he can't gamble.He should bet.Especially in this kind of total defeat, when there is a sudden dawn of reversal, everyone will instinctively seize this opportunity as if grasping a life-saving straw.

But he didn't want to gamble.

He has no right to involve Rowan in troubles that only belong to him.

Zhou Lingzi selected the horses he needed, and when he turned his head to look to the side, Ying Tianchang was communicating with a horse.

He approached the horse's neck, stroked its mane, and whispered in the horse's ear, seemingly very intimately.The horse looked quite human, with twinkling eyes, as if it really understood what Ying Tianchang was saying.When letting go of the horse, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhou Lingzi walked over and said, "What are you doing?"

Ying Tianchang said: "As you can see, I am talking to the horse."

Zhou Lingzi said: "Are you telling it some secret?"

Ying Tianchang smiled and said, "Are you afraid that it will deliver news for me?"

Zhou Lingzi said, "Maybe."

Ying Tianchang sighed: "Should I say that you are worrying for nothing or feel honored? It's just a horse, it doesn't understand me—"

Before he finished speaking, his pupils suddenly widened.The horse had collapsed convulsively, before it even let out a whimper.Clouds of dust from the hard, dry ground drowned his boots.

Zhou Lingzi was still standing there, seemingly not even moving.He put his hands on Ying Tianchang's shoulders, and said in a barely audible voice: "This way I don't understand."

Ying Tianchang's teeth chattered, but he didn't speak.

Since then, he hasn't said anything along the way.

Even when he was conscious, his eyes were mostly closed.

The closed eyelids are used to the alternation of day and darkness, the change of light and shadow, and there is no need to open them to confirm anything.As a result, time flies by so fast, I feel a little bit of fun in it, and I don't have the feeling of living like a year when I just left Kongtong.

When Zhou Lingzi took him out of the car, he was quite reluctant.But the journey can't be endless, Ying Tianchang rubbed his eyes and found that they had reached the end and the beginning without any surprise.

In the orange-red evening photos of the broken walls and ruins of Baixue Pavilion, there is an almost cruel sense of beauty.The color of the river not far away is muddy yellow, and there is no sign of the river flowing.

Ying Tianchang was quite bored and noticed that Zhou Lingzi was observing his reaction.Could it be that Zhou Lingzi hadn't actually despaired of him yet, expecting to see some signs of shame, shame, and remorse, turning his head away in embarrassment, even though he was trying to calm down, his nails had already been dug into his flesh, and so on.Ying Tianchang suddenly felt that he should immediately do such an action with empathy, but realized that it was too late, so he just smiled slightly at Zhou Lingzi.

Zhou Lingzi withdrew his gaze as if he had been stained by something disgusting, and walked forward.Ying Tianchang followed closely behind, passed through the ruins of houses and pavilions, and arrived at half of the dilapidated hut.Half of the roof has collapsed, an incense table is covered with dust and rubble, and the enshrined tablet has long since disappeared.

Zhou Lingzi moved the incense table slowly, stepped on the green bricks under his feet in order, and after walking a dozen steps, there was a rumbling sound on the ground, and then a dark hole appeared.

He looked back at Ying Tianchang, and suddenly said: "You know this place."

This is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Ying Tianchang nodded: "I know."

Zhou Lingzi reached out and grabbed his arm.Ying Tianchang said: "Brother, wait."

He seemed to have given up these past few days, but at this time he said something to stop him. Zhou Lingzi showed a look of relief and boredom on his face, but of course Ying Tianchang couldn't see it.His hands like iron tongs were still holding Ying Tianchang's wrist.

"You should have known what my purpose was."

Ying Tianchang said: "Yes, I know it all. I also know that I have no room for defense.... But even so, I still want to ask my brother to think again... Even if I can get in, even if I