Lian Jun

The grassland in Mobei is vast and far away, with the night dome covering the top and the star curtain hanging low.In the vast sky and underground, a cluster of orange bonfires lit up, as small as a firefly.

A man sitting by the campfire was wiping his sword. He was unshaven and dressed in rough clothes.Even so, the sword is delicate when rubbed.Wrap a piece of soft cloth and wipe it along the blade carefully.After going back and forth dozens of times, he compared the sword against the dancing flames, looked up and down, found that it was intact, and the blade was as sharp as snow, only then he retracted the sheath with satisfaction.

There is another person on the side, who looks like a teenager, who originally had the job of roasting rabbits in his hand.But because he had been staring at a scar that had just healed on the face of the opposite person, his gaze followed the movement of the person wiping the sword back and forth, and his mind was distracted.

"It's burnt." The person opposite smelled the burnt smell, moved over to pick up the branch in the young man's hand, turned it around and roasted it, and evenly heated the fire.

The young man stepped aside silently, and under the light of the fire, he took a closer look and found that there were still several bloodstains on his face and body.At this time, the black was seeping there heavily, and the material of the clothes had already stiffened.The face was even dried by the hunting wind of the grassland for half a day, and it was a little bit tense.

After being driven away, the dazed expression disappeared in a flash, and he returned to his usual indifferent and fearless appearance.Under the cover of curly and disheveled hair, the green pupils shone slightly under the light of the bonfire, and the pale, thin and blood-stained face, just sitting quietly in the night, like a lone wolf hunting night on the prairie .

The person who baked the rabbit turned the golden rabbit over again, grabbed a handful of salt from a cloth pocket at the waist, and spread his hand to sprinkle it.Others that fell into the fire crackled and burned, and were instantly swallowed up by the whimpering wind howling on the grassland.

The boy picked up the branches at his feet and added some more.

He returned to the original place, and finally couldn't help but grope around on his body, after a while, he found a small bottle, thankfully he didn't lose it.

The young man handed over the medicine, and said to the opposite side, "Take the medicine."

Almost at the same time, a piece of freshly grilled rabbit meat was also handed over from the opposite side, which was stuck on the tip of the dagger, emitting heat and a burnt aroma.

"It's been done." He said, the scar was cut obliquely from the peak of the eyebrow, and a thick line was twisted and cracked on the face, and if it was tilted again, the right eye was considered useless.

He also watched him raise the barbecue on the dagger, signaling that he had eaten it.

"When?" The young man didn't believe it, and when it came to being brave, the one opposite him was even stronger than him, and he held the medicine stubbornly.

"When you were unconscious."

"..."

The young man seemed a little discouraged, lowered his hand holding the medicine, angrily took a bite of the barbecue offered by the other party, tilted his head to tear the meat off the dagger, and chewed hard.

He was not reconciled, if he could be stronger, or if he hadn't fainted and become a burden to the other party...

Ming Yun took back his medicine while retracting the dagger.Looking at the opposite side who is chewing rabbit meat but bitter and bitter, I feel that the young master is right, it is really like feeding a wolf cub.

The ability is not big, but the temperament is not small.

The young He'an looked up at his master with a serious expression, and his eyes were full of dancing fire.Mingyun originally thought that the little apprentice would say some words of gratitude, no matter how bad he was, he might pretend to be strong and not care about his escape from death, and say a few words to show his strength for his coma.

But I didn't expect to hear the other party say seriously: "It's so salty."

After hearing this, the master's face became even more stern. He took the skin bag and threw it at the apprentice.

He'an caught it and shook it first, and found that only half of the bag was not enough, so he raised his head and poured only a small mouthful.After holding it in his mouth for a while, he swallowed it, and his frowning brows relaxed.

Mingyun saw it, and realized that the child was really spoiled, and He'an couldn't bear it so much.He didn't have much cooking skills in the first place, and Mingfeng would do all the work of sleeping out in the open. If he could roast his prey, it would be pretty good.

Just now, he didn't care about the weight in his hand, just like Ming Feng used to grab a handful, sprinkling salt in a chic way, but the weight was a little bit too much...

In order not to starve his apprentice to death, Mingyun gave He'an the sliced ​​meat that hadn't been soaked in salt.Mingyun's movements were so fast that He'an didn't even reach out to catch it, and let the master stuff a mouthful of rabbit meat.

"Eat enough and hurry up tomorrow morning."

They have no horses, and they can only rely on walking on this vast and endless grassland.

He'an bit the rabbit meat in his mouth, and gave a vague "hmm".Master not only put too much salt, but the inside is not yet cooked...

At night, he lay directly on the ground with a pillow on the grass, but Mingyun did not lie down, but crossed his legs and held his sword, resting in a posture of vigilance all the time.After days of running around and fighting, his fatigue was already evident, and the circle of stubble made the young man in his twenties look old-fashioned and sloppy.There was also that long blood scab, which directly ruined his good looks.

He'an remembered that this master was very clean.When I was in Feiya Villa before, I always looked tidy, neat and tidy.In the past half a month, he was exhausted and turned into a beggar, just like he fled into Yunzhou City back then.

And now he is in the same embarrassment, not much better.

Mingyun sat down to protect him from the wind, He'an couldn't fall asleep for a while, and wanted to sit up, but the master refused to let him.However, neither of them is very eloquent, and it is even more impossible to have a long talk when they can't sleep at night.

I just stared at the burning bonfire in a daze, listening to the hollow inside the dry branch, which was baked and exploded by the blazing fire, making a crackling sound, and then a little spark popped out and disappeared for a moment.

He also escaped in a fire.He is the son of King Hezahan, the leader of most of the grasslands, and his mother is from the Central Plains.Besides him, there is a younger brother who is three years younger and a younger sister who was just born.When he was ten years old, his father had a war with other tribes and was seriously injured after repelling the invading enemy.

At the critical moment, Uncle Bolton usurped the throne for rebellion and poisoned his seriously ill father.At night, a fire ignited in the palace, swords flashed and swords shadowed, and corpses littered the ground.He saw with his own eyes that his mother was stabbed to death by a sword while protecting his younger brother, and his younger sister was thrown to the wolf king accompanying the army, and was bitten into a bloody mess amidst screaming cries.

He hated it so much, he gritted his teeth and couldn't stop shaking, and was covered by Grandma Tazhu and hid in the dark, the blood and tears in his heart gushed out along with the hot tears in his eyes.His tears were also shed that night.

Tazhu is the messenger of the tribe to worship the god of heaven, and the high priest who taught him very strict on weekdays.He was sent to a group of Han Chinese caravans, and he was told with clenched hands that if he could not become stronger, he would not have to come back, and if he fled far away, he would never appear on the grassland again.

He was only ten years old at that time, and he had suddenly fallen from a well-fed and distinguished prince to a precarious fugitive.A series of changes caught him off guard, he was in a daze, scared, and for the first time knew the taste of hatred.Still not understanding the complexity of Tazhu's words, he didn't answer, and was stuffed into the crowded truck of the caravan like a puppet.

A little bit far away from the grassland where he grew up.

After wandering around in that narrow carriage for a few days, he heard the cheerful singing and laughter of the caravan when they were resting, and he could also see the extremely bright fire burning through the curtain.

Only then did he realize that he was already far away from his hometown.

never go back...

A thought suddenly popped up like this, buzzing and exploding in his mind.

The bonfire in front of me overlapped with the refining fire that soared to the sky and burned the entire palace that night.People's laughter turned into the cries of young siblings, and the jug of syrup passed to his mouth by others seemed to have turned into mouthfuls of black blood that his father vomited up after being poisoned.The setting sun is like a large flower of blood blooming after the sword pierces the mother's chest...

He jumped out of the car like crazy, changed his silence for many days, and shouted hoarsely to go back.

The caravan collected a lot of money from Ta Zhu, and they felt sorry for his young age, so they didn't really leave him in this deserted place and let him fend for himself.But He'an himself still escaped, and sneaked out on the caravan's way to Beijing. He was not familiar with the Central Plains at all, and the place where he was living was Yunzhou.

Later, he met Jiang Tang.

That winter night, he almost froze to death on the street.

Jiang Tang took him back, unlike others who disliked him as a foreigner, even if he was a beggar, he was more looked down upon than others.It seemed that she was so gentle and kind by nature, keeping him warm, changing his clothes, asking nothing, and taking him in.

He even offered him a future in Feiya Villa.

For Jiang Tang, he was grateful and liked from the bottom of his heart, and he also thought that if he had such a brother by his side, he would not be helpless.When he was in Yunzhou, he called the other party "Brother Tang" and listened to him in everything.

In Feiya Villa, with Mingyun as his master, he remembered what Tazhu said, and he had to become strong enough if he wanted to go back.So he and Mingyun were desperate to learn things, and they were ruthless and hard on themselves.Five years later, he thought he had reached his expectations, and he really couldn't wait any longer.

This year, he is 15 years old.After spending five years of peace and warmth in Yunzhou, after thanking his benefactor, he bravely wanted to go back to the grassland.

He didn't want Jiang Tang to worry, he just said he wanted to go home.He thought that the young owner would be very happy to send him away, but he also followed Brother Tang to keep him.Although he didn't say it clearly, everyone seemed to know his decision to go here.

As for the master who had been with him for five years, it was useless to say an extra nonsense as usual, so he packed his simple bags when he went back.At that time, he only thought that Mingyun was not dragged by his apprentice, and finally he was able to go out.

He has always been free from expectations and unnecessary thoughts.

As a result, early the next morning, the master was standing beside the horse with his sword in his hand, and the people who came to see him off were opposite them.

He'an led his horse, feeling anxious for the first time.

He asked, "Where are you going?"

"Prairie." The master answered him, and in the bright sky after the dawn, he got on his horse gracefully and neatly.

He'an was stunned, because the inexplicable emotion in his heart was too strange to him.

"Follow." The master rode away without giving him any time to ponder.

He'an hurriedly got on his horse and chased after him, Ming Yun rode ahead, he drove his horse to catch up, and the two finally got together.What is facing the front is a clear universe, and what is about to go is the vast mountains and rivers.

……

After a long memory, He'an felt tired, the soreness from fighting in his body gradually emerged from his muscles and bones after he relaxed, and finally couldn't take it anymore, so he fell into a deep sleep.

After Mingyun adjusted his breath for a while, he opened his eyes.

He'an had already turned over from the side facing the campfire, facing him, sleeping peacefully and exhausted.If he wasn't here, He'an wouldn't dare to fall asleep so unprepared.

He took off his dirty robe, shook it against the wind, and then smelled it himself. With a "tsk", feeling disgusted and having no choice but to cover the apprentice.