Early in the morning, the winter falls and the darkness wake up, and begin to pack their bags in the faint morning light, although there are occasional disputes, but more often there is silence.

Dongluo fumbled for a long time in a dark compartment in the inner room of the tavern, and found a small fiery red wooden box, and when he opened the small wooden box, there was a set of fiery red soft armor as thin as silkworm wings, which was neatly stacked inside. As soon as he put it on, there was a stream of hot air that seeped into his limbs along the pores between his skin, resisting the cold in the meridians due to the cold.

This fiery red armor was given to him by Lao Chen the day before he died, and on that day, the cold disease of Dongluo attacked, with Dongluo as the center, and the entire Weicheng was frozen by the cold air he emitted. And he was also frozen and purple, that day Lao Chen went out, and when he came back, he brought back this fiery red soft armor, suppressed the cold in Dongluo's body, and pulled him back from the death line.

Many times, Dongluo would have thought that if Lao Chen hadn't picked him up, and he hadn't had any cold disease, then maybe the sword wouldn't have pierced Lao Chen's heavy chest that night.

But in fact, many times the world is quite impermanent, and what you want it to be, it doesn't come according to your ideas. And you, it seems, can't do anything about it.

No matter how uncomfortable it is, I only grit my teeth, hold back my tears, and bear it.

Da Hei carried a special backpack like a horse carrying grain, and Erhei and Sanhei obediently jumped into the two small backpacks on Da Hei's side, revealing only one head, looking around with open eyes.

The preparations for the long journey were ready, Dongluo and Da Hei stepped over the fence wall outside the tavern one after another, a man and a dog looked back at the small bluestone path and a tavern where they had lived for more than ten years at the same time, Da Hei looked up at his jaw and asked, "Young master, do you want to lock the door?"

"Lock it. Dongluo was silent for a while, and said, "In the future...... Maybe it's hard for us to come back. But Bi Jing here is Lao Chen's home, and it is also our home. Even if it's hard to come back, no matter how far we go, we will have to ...... after all Home, isn't it?"

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The iron-clad wooden wheels crushed the wet mud ground, and the caravan slowly set off and drove towards the outside of Weicheng. There are more than ten carriages in front and back, and this is already a big battle on the side, which can attract the attention of a large number of people at any time. But today's Weicheng looks dilapidated and deserted, there are few people coming and going on the official road, and even the big battles that are rare on weekdays are not the slightest interest in their increasingly numb hearts.

Dongluo rode on a thin army retired old horse, staggering behind the caravan, and the big black dog about the same height as the old horse carried the black cat and the little black ball and followed behind Dongluo slowly, reluctantly looking at this small city that had lived for more than ten years. Every glance is like saying goodbye to brick by brick as familiar as an old friend.

As the caravan drove out of the small border city, Dongluo jumped out of the carriage and bowed to the deserted city walls.

Behind the young man there are thin horses and old dogs, caravans traveling far away, surging Weishui, and green willows. Standing in the rain with fists and palms saluting, he suddenly gave birth to a bit of heroic iron and blood.

After worshipping for a while, Dongluo saw that there was no farewell figure on the ruined Weicheng city wall, and with a bitter smile in his heart, he turned over his horse, took Da Hei, crossed the Baqiao, crossed the Weishui, and ran towards the caravan that was about to disappear at the end of the world.

When his figure completely turned into a small black dot in the sky, several figures appeared on the wall of Weicheng. Looking at the convoy that was gradually moving away in the misty rain, a school captain thought about Dongluo standing outside Weicheng, looked up at the sky and couldn't help sighing: "It seems to be raining heavily, it's good that this kid is gone." ”

Li Mu thought about what Dongluo said to him three days ago, looked at the figure blurred by the drizzle, put his hands on the city wall, and said lightly: "You send a few people to a tavern wine cellar to condense the fermented Penicillium into Dan, and the rest of the people go to reorganize the defenders who have retreated from the clouds." It seems that time really makes people forget a lot of things, more than 20 years have passed, and I am afraid that not many people in the northern border of the Great Zhou Dynasty remember the name of my Li Mu! I want to take a good look at how this Rong Xu Xuan matches the word Shangjun God in this Weicheng. ”

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Walking through mountains and pastures, galloping horses, cattle and sheep. Far away from Weicheng, naturally far away from the grassland, is plaguing the war in the clouds and Weicheng, did not affect here, the spring breeze green branches and grass blades and then dyed wheels and horses' hooves, from time to time provoked a few butterflies to chase endlessly.

The horses galloped between the meadows and the hills, the ropes sometimes tight as iron and sometimes slightly drooping like leaves, and the winter fall on the soft cotton saddle also gently undulated and jumped. The scenery of the Hetao Plain is incomparable to the yellow sandy sky.

The green wheat that has just experienced a heavy snow is pulling the spring far away in an orderly manner on both sides of the official road. Dongluo, who was following the caravan from afar, looked at the scenery that was sweeping quickly on horseback, perhaps thinking of Weicheng at this time, his facial expression seemed a little stiff, and he couldn't help sighing: "Alas, where the division is, thorns are growing." After the great army, there will be a fierce year. I don't know if such a good wheat will wait until the day it will ripen. ”

"Is the young master worried that Weicheng can't hold it?" After seventeen years of living together, Da Hei understood Dongluo's sigh. There is worry about this winter wheat in this sentence, but it is more about the worry of the Weicheng border army.

The spring breeze blew on the soft and young cheeks with a faint plateau red, and the young man squinted slightly and looked at the front of the team, his face was not very good-looking.

"Worried?" Dongluo shook his head and said: "What's the use of worrying, the war won't stop because of my worries, I just hope that this wheat, which carries the livelihood of hundreds of people, will not be affected by the war." Otherwise, I don't know how many more people will be displaced. ”

Da Hei stopped his steps and looked at the thin figure on the thin horse in front of him in a daze, so thin that he could be blown down by the spring breeze at any time. For a moment, he choked up, and there seemed to be tears about to drip in his eyes.

"Big black, why did you stop. The caravan is going to set up camp, so let's go faster. ”

It had been a few days since he left Weicheng, and Dongluo followed the caravan not far away, neither close nor distant to the caravan. When the caravan went, he followed, and when the caravan stopped, he stopped.

On the bank of the stream, the people in the caravan are silently digging earth stoves to collect firewood and boiling water, and Dongluo is also setting up pots and collecting firewood, lying on the grass like an outing, rubbing their stomachs, preparing to eat shabu shabu.

"There is no problem in the world that can't be solved by one hot pot, if there is, then use two hot pots...... It is said that this phrase is very popular in Weicheng now, and it is said that it came from Beimang, but I think it should be southern Xinjiang. The people over there in Beimang prefer to eat it directly grilled, which will be such a delicate way to eat. ”

A piece of beast meat with a uniform thickness was placed in the tumbling red and spicy soup by Dongluo, and after a dip, it was sandwiched out and placed in a small bowl in front of Sanhei.

Next is the second black, the big black, and then eat a piece of hairy belly or yellow throat by yourself. There are chili peppers and peppercorns in the pot, which are constantly rising and sinking with the red and spicy soup. One or two pieces of meat that I thought could escape the chopsticks were pushed under Dongluo's nose by the boiling soup again and again, and entered my mouth.

Dongluo looked at the busy caravan not far away, and he didn't know what their goods were? But these have nothing to do with Dongluo, he has only one purpose, that is, to go to Luoyang.

"Young master, what do you say is the cargo of this caravan! You see that they have brought food to the people in that precious carriage again, and I don't know who the people in it are?" Da Hei watched as a delicate maid respectfully carried food into a precious carriage that was protected in the center of the caravan.

Dongluo glanced up at the precious carriage, and then stopped paying attention, there was an old man sitting at the front of the carriage, with snow-white hair and beard, like a person who had come to a tavern to drink a pot of wine last winter, the same fairy wind bones, the same otherworldly.

"Da Hei, our purpose is to go to Luoyang, to send Lao Chen home. As for this caravan...... Let's leave it alone. Bi Jing has some idle things, and we can't take care of them. Dongluo put a piece of hairy belly into his mouth and said lightly.

Da Hei no longer paid attention to the caravan, and began to pay attention to the hairy belly and yellow throat.

Night.

Dongluo doused the fire with stream water, and after careful confirmation, he walked to the small tent with a hot water bucket, and he had to soak his feet in hot water every night to wash away the cold in his body. Although there is resistance to the heat released by the fiery red soft armor, there is still a large amount of cold in the body.

And the cold qi in the body is the fundamental reason that hinders Dongluo from stepping into the path of cultivation. Whenever he sensed a trace of the aura of heaven and earth that was free between heaven and earth. Before it could be incorporated into the dantian, it was frozen by the cold air in the meridians, turning into ice crystals and excreting from the body along the pores.

After soaking his feet, Dongluo burrowed into the sheepskin mattress, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the tent with many scars, and fell on the starry sky, and then fell on the carriage in the center of the caravan.

Recalling what he had seen and heard in the past few days, he had a certain guess about the caravan's cargo and the identity of the people in the carriage. He knew that his guess must be right, but he didn't know what use it would be if he did.

Looking at the roof of the tent, Dongluo's mind flashed traces of leaving Weicheng.

Along the way, the curtain of the extravagant carriage was always closed, except for the old man in front of the carriage who occasionally got off the car, Dongluo had never seen the people in the car. Of course, I don't plan to see it.

Wrapped tightly in a woolen mattress, Dongluo slowly closed his eyes, not far from his face was the volume of cultivation induction that had already been turned over, he read a few pages every day before going to sleep, even if he didn't read it, he would silently recite it in his heart, which was a habit he had developed over the years.

"Feel the breath of heaven and earth, open the spirit of dantian, cultivate the element of oneself, and cross the bridge of the soul...... Become an immortal, quietly observe the three thousand avenues, and look down on the long river of time. This is the only way to become a road, and all living beings on this road are like carps crossing the river, countless, all of them are fighting for the crossing. However, our generation of monks, when everyone is like a dragon, compete with each other. ”

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"The path of cultivation is to fight with the heavens, the earth, and people. If you don't fight, you will be an ant competing for death under the Three Thousand Avenues, and a stepping stone for others to reach the top. ”

In his light sleep, his spirit kept sensing the words on the spiritual breath of cultivation, and slowly moved along with those seemingly simple but actually incomprehensible methods of perception.

A trace of heaven and earth aura entered the body, and was frozen into ice crystals by the cold and discharged from the body along the pores. The aura ice crystal came out of the pores and touched the fiery red soft armor, which was slowly absorbed by the soft armor and became a part of the soft armor, and the fiery red soft armor released wisps of hot air and poured into his body.

With the fiery red soft armor, Dongluo gradually entered a deep sleep, and the night was sweet and dreamless.