The thirteenth (second) feeling that the demon beast is clearer than the clear spring, sighing that the human heart is more vicious than the snake and scorpion

After the lotus boat left the range of Xianheli, an island appeared in the vast waters, the lotus boat docked at the island pier, Shi Nianyuan followed Ruohu and Ah Ying on the shore board, Ruohu waved his hand, and the lotus boat changed from big to small, and flew into the sleeve of Ruohu.

The edge of the island is gentle, and the wooden dwellings are continuous as far as the eye can see, and Shi Nianyuan finally saw the male fox demon, and sure enough, as Ah Ying said, almost all of them were wearing a red, gray, or white fox head.

Ah Ying jumped up and down in the front, Ruohu walked quietly in the center, Shi Nianyuan looked east and west to follow at the end, the fox demons encountered would "face and go" to Ruohu, most of the fox demons would look at Shi Nianyuan curiously, and smile.

In addition to the unified language of the demon clan that shocks the demon yuan, the pupil fox demon clan also has its own language. Occasionally, the fox demon asked about Shi Nianyuan, and Ruohu told him in the language of the pupil fox demon that Shi Nianyuan was his distant relative. Although the fox demons were a little curious in their hearts as to why the Ruohu Holy Maiden, who was born and raised in Shuiyue Cave, had a distant relative who they had never met, the kind-hearted and pure Pupil Fox Demon Clan had never broken the casserole and asked the end.

Shi Nian felt to himself in the distance that this group of fox spirits was really natural, and the three of them had passed through this residential area, with mountains and mountains in front of them, and there was a vermilion archway not far away.

"Fairy Fox Cave ......," Shi Nianyuan looked up at the plaque and murmured softly.

When passing through the archway, the light and shadow in front of you are unpredictable, and it is no longer the scene of the mountains.

"......"

The lava cave is very wide, but the dome is very low, the ground is full of ravines and rock pools, the magma in the pool is surging, a winding path avoids the rock pool to extend to the depths of the cave, the rock pool spews out a wave of magma from time to time, rushes into the air and then falls back into the pool, the cave is reflected in the magma into a fiery red tone, and there are many red butterflies flying in the air that are burning with flames, and the butterfly wings are fluttering, not afraid of the hot magma.

Facing the suddenly changing scene in front of him and feeling the heat wave on his face, Shi Nianyuan used his spiritual sense to seriously perceive and distinguish whether it was an illusion or not.

"It's all true, follow closely, otherwise you will touch the fairy fox cave spirit ban and fall into the rock pool, I won't save you." Ruohu chuckled and followed Ah Ying, who was bouncing on the path ahead.

Shi Nianyuan observed that Ruohu was stepping on the footsteps of Ah Ying, and he didn't dare to make a mistake, so he carefully observed Ruohu's footsteps and followed cautiously behind.

As she went deeper into the cave, Ah Ying's steps became more treacherous, and in order to match her steps, her body bowed an astonishing amplitude from time to time, as if she was dancing a strange dance.

Ruohu suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled Shi Nianyuan. In front of Shi Nianyuan, a stream of magma rushed by, and the burning sensation soared instantly, Shi Nianyuan hurriedly transported spiritual power to form a protection and relieve the scorching heat, it seems that this path should be protected by the spirit forbidden, isolating most of the high temperatures.

Walking through the lava cave, Ah Ying pushed open a stone door, and the three of them stepped in front and back.

Behind the door is a similar cavern, but no longer fiery lava.

Huge ice ridges either bulge from the ground or hang down from the dome, as far as the eye can see, there are ice crystals, translucent ice butterflies flying in between, because they are on the path, it is not as cold as imagined.

Shi Nianyuan looked back at the tumbling magma outside the door behind him, shocked. I didn't expect that the environment was so different from each other.

Turning around, three figures were reflected in the big and Xiaoice edges.

Shi Nianyuan asked curiously, "Are these naturally formed, or are they artificially created?"

The cave was empty, and Shi Nianyuan's voice was not loud, but it also produced an echo, reverberating leisurely in the cave.

Ruohu replied with a smile: "Except for the Ice and Fire Path and the attached spirit forbidden, the Ice and Fire Cave and most of the spirit forbiddens are naturally existent. ”

"Miracle workmanship...... Can the spirit forbidden also be formed naturally?" Shi Nianyuan exclaimed, and asked again.

Ruohu patiently replied, "Of course." The so-called spiritual prohibition is to arrange the magic circle, so that the spiritual power flows according to a certain law, so that a certain magic effect can be achieved. There are many special places in the world where spiritual power flows, and it is not uncommon for self-generated spirit forbidden, and moreover, the spirit forbidden magic circle was originally created by Shi Fa. ”

"It's here!" Ah Ying happily pushed open a stone door again.

There is no ice or fire behind the stone gate, and from the environmental point of view, it finally looks like a normal cave. There are countless rock protrusions of various sizes on the mountain wall, and countless candles are scattered all over the rock wall, reflecting the murals on the rock wall and the countless tablets that also stand behind the candle flames.

"These are ......"

"Spiritual position. Ah Ying's tone was pious: "The Ice and Fire Tomb of the Fairy Fox Cave is the resting place of the heroes who sacrificed for the Hitomi Fox Clan. There are ancestors of the Hitomi Fox Clan, and there are also foreign heroes. That one—" Ah Ying pointed to the side of the mountain wall, where there was a small area of the monument in a corner, and there were not many of them: "They are all demon predecessors who sacrificed for the Hitomi Fox Clan." ”

Ah Ying walked to the edge of the pool in the corner of the ice and fire tomb, scooped a few scoops of water into the basin resting on the edge of the pool, and then ripped off the towel hanging on the stone shelf and said while washing: "Although Granny Poria doesn't like shemales very much, she doesn't hate all shemales. Mother-in-law Poria said that no matter how insidious and cunning the ladyboy is, no matter how selfish she is, as long as people are good to you, you must know how to read the good of others. ”

Shi Nianyuan was silent, learned from Ah Ying to pick up a towel to scrub and wring it out, and wiped the tablet with Ah Ying.

Shi Nianyuan didn't know the words on the tablet, but he had a lot of feelings in his heart.

In the world of life, if you can't achieve immortality, sooner or later you will pinch the loess. Some people can leave traces and be remembered and honored by future generations, while many more are always obscure, dying quietly in unknown corners, and then when the last person in the world who remembers them also dies or forgets themselves, they completely disappear, as if they have never come to this world and walked through.

Shi Nianyuan looked at these tablets with only their names engraved and did not inscribe their lives, and asked with emotion: "Ah Ying, what have these people done to the Pupil Fox Clan?"

"I know!" Unexpectedly, the porcelain doll knew it in his chest, and told the past when he was wiping the tablet like a few treasures, and pointed to the mural near the tablet.

"In the Hitomi Fox Clan, every saint and the grave keeper of the Ice and Fire Tomb, no matter which spirit position or hero, will remember it well, pass it on from generation to generation, and remember it from generation to generation. Ah Ying's tone was religious.

Shi Nianyuan looked around, looked at the countless tablets in the cave, and said in shock: "Every one, do you remember it?"

Ah Ying nodded as a matter of course: "There are a total of 12,306 tablets in the Ice and Fire Tomb, which are the ancestors of the Pupil Fox Clan's inheritance for 8,000 years, and the ancestors who can sleep in the Ice and Fire Tomb are all great heroes who saved the Pupil Fox Clan in the dire straits." ”

Shi Nianyuan was silent, and his heart was shocked by the culture of the Pupil Fox Demon Clan.

For Shi Nianyuan, the sum of the past and present lives is less than forty years, and eight thousand years is too long for Shi Nianyuan, so long that it is illusory.

"This should be the important place of the Hitomi Fox Clan, right?Why did you bring me here?" Shi Nianyuan asked, wondering in his heart.

Ah Ying turned her head to look at Ruohu, who was busy in the distance, and said with big eyes: "Big brother has Ruohu's sister's blood contract soul seal, so he is not an outsider." After that, Ah Ying pointed to the small tablet of the human race and continued: "The demon predecessors who have been sleeping here for a long time all have the blood contract soul mark of the Holy Maiden. ”

Shi Nianyuan's back suddenly chilled, and he pointed to the Ruohu ghost in the distance and shouted: "Damn! Lao Tzu treats you as Lao Tzu's dear dog, but you want to offer Lao Tzu up!"

Ruohu's figure flashed, and he slammed a bullet on Shi Nianyuan's forehead, and reprimanded in a slightly angry tone: "The place where heroes are buried, don't shout." ”

"Oh......"

Ah Ying covered her mouth and snickered, and Shi Nianyuan scratched her head stupidly.

......

There are 36 counties in Kyushu in the empire, and the territory is vast. The climate in the northern region is very cold, the border of Luoyuan County, the north gate of Tianguan, goose feathers and heavy snow are blowing one after another, and thousands of miles of ice are covered with snow.

Thirty miles south of Tianguan at the north gate, Mohe Village.

A squad of 100 horsemen rushed through the snow at the head of the village, their hooves splashing three feet on the snow. The war horses galloped like flying in the snow, the Murong military flag hunted and fluttered, and the armor of the cavalry was as white as snow, there was no doubt that the cavalry team belonged to the heavy snow riding under the command of Murong Lu, the general of the empire.

The cavalry team took the lead in a vain reined in horse, the flag-carrying armor stopped the horse and waved the flag, the clouds flowed, and the hundred cavalry stopped neatly in the wind and snow, except for a few slightly heavier horse noses, there was not a single neighing.

"Captain Wu?" the flag-carrying armor soldier respectfully asked the first armor, and his voice was rough.

The leader of the first small team was much thinner than the flag-carrying soldier in terms of figure, and waved his hand: "Quietly, rest in place, I'll go to the town to have a look." Wu Chang spoke up, and it turned out to be a woman, who was called to be a quiet rough flag-carrying soldier to stand on the ground, and shouted: "Rest in place!"

Wu Chang took off his helmet and hung it on the saddle, his short hair was shoulder-length, and he was heroic, turned his horse's head and walked towards Mohe Village, and the two adjutants rode their horses to follow.

Due to the severe cold of the northern region, due to the climate, there are many patches on the cheeks of residents called "northern region red".

At the entrance of the village, a few children are frolicking in the snow, and the adults of the children's family are sitting around the eaves of the nearby house, and they don't know who is burning a fire and gossiping.

Trusting the blessing of the great general, the North Gate Tianguan is like an insurmountable moat, the Xiongguan that stands on the top of the Heavenly Danger Longteng Mountain Range, sheltering the northern region of the empire, Loulan is not close to an inch, and the people in the pass have not suffered from the war.

Mohe Village is close to the North Gate Tianguan, so naturally I have seen a lot of elite snow horsemen, and when I saw that there was a cavalry into the village, I quickly called out a few of my children and stood respectfully.

Murong Shan looked at the people standing crookedly under the eaves in front of him, and the children hid behind their adults with red faces, and tilted their heads curiously to peek at them while warming their hands with their hands.

"Winter is coming, can there be enough food in the well to survive the winter?"

The residents of the Northern Regions were in awe of Murong Jun, especially Da Xue Xiaoqi, and several adults looked at each other, all of them realized that they were rural villagers and had no culture, and they were afraid that they would not be able to answer the question of the military master, so they finally introduced an old man.

The little old man respectfully made a gesture and said: "Back to the adults, during the autumn harvest this year, the harvest in Mohe Village was good, and everyone basically saved enough food for the winter, and several hunters in the village often sold the game from the mountains to everyone at a low price. A few days ago, the military master sent clothes and quilts, thanks to the blessing of the general, and Mohe Village had no worries about food and clothing. ”

After the little old man finished speaking, he bowed deeply gratefully, and several adults behind him pressed their children's heads and bowed and saluted.

Murong Shan nodded, heard the movement of the village, and turned his head to look.

At the entrance of the village, several hunters are wrapped in animal skins, carrying long bows, carrying arrows, and hanging all kinds of wild game such as snow pheasants and mountain rats on their flat poles, as well as all kinds of large and small hunting iron clips, which jingle as the hunters walk.

When Murong Shan turned his head to look, the hunters were saluting half-hung in a crooked manner towards the heavy snow riding team not far away.

Seeing that there was a heavy snow rider talking to a few neighbors under the eaves of his house at the entrance of the village, the leader of the Orion turned his head and glared at a young Orion, tore off two snow pheasants and handed them over and said, "Cubs, send them to the military master!"

The young man took the snow pheasant and walked to the heroic military master worriedly: "Big ...... Adult ......"

The young man stood beside Murong Shan's horse, the horse under Murong Shan's seat was tall and mighty, spewing out white mist in the cold air, his mane was supple, his skin was shallow, and he could almost see the scene of blood flowing in his veins.

The young Orion had horses at home, and the young man loved horses, and knew how precious the pedigree of the rider in front of him was. The horse-loving Orion boy looked at the hooves on the horses, which are very characteristic of heavy snow riding, and it can be seen from the gaps that the horses' hooves are clean and crisp, which must be caused by daily careful cutting. When the horse lover saw that the horse met the good master, his heart was relieved, his nervousness subsided slightly, and he spoke a little neatly: "My lord, my father and I are both hunters in the village, and these two snow pheasants want to give wine to the adults. ”

Murong Shan didn't answer the Orion boy directly, he was condescending, seeing the young man's love for horses, and chuckled: "Touch?"

The young Orion was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted, tentatively stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's neck, and then rubbed the warm horse sweat in his hand with envy.

Murong Shan glanced at the calluses on the Orion Boy's fingers, then moved his gaze to the longbow he was carrying, pointed to the longbow, and asked out loud, "How many buckets can you drive?"

The young Orion picked up the longbow, and his expression unconsciously swelled with pride: "Eight buckets." ”

Murong Shan smiled, picked up the spear on the saddle, and picked up a snow pheasant: "Draw the bow." ”

The young Orion picked up an arrow from his quiver as he was told, and strode with a bow, the bowstring full of the moon.

Murong Shan suddenly provoked a shot and threw the snow pheasant into the air, and the superb spear skills also cut the snow pheasant's foot-binding rattan when he picked up the snow pheasant, and the snow pheasant fluttered its wings in the air and flew away into the distance.

The young Orion's eyes were bright, the longbow moved steadily and obliquely, and after a long time of aiming, a bowstring snapped, and a long arrow was shot, hitting the snow pheasant, the boy did not stop the movement in his hand, and fired another bow, and the second arrow hit the falling snow pheasant again.

The two adjutants behind Murong Shan glanced at each other and did not hide their appreciation.

"What's your name?" asked Murong Shan with a smile.

"Xiao Ran. There were six points of pride and four points of shame in the look of the young man.

Murong Shan danced a spear flower and hung the spear on the saddle again: "Do you want to come to Murong Army?"

Xiao Ran was stunned, glanced back at his own Lao Tzu, and then turned his head and nodded harder.

......

To the north of Tianguan at the North Gate, there is a small chaotic area that neither the Thunder Empire nor Loulan is too lazy to manage, and the spies of the two countries have frequent friction here, and there will even be small-scale head-on conflicts from time to time.

I don't know why, no matter how difficult the environment is, there will always be people who are reluctant to leave, even in such a chaotic place.

The tavern is not big, and the wine sold is not a good wine, and what is even more strange is that except for a grass bandit's nest nearby, there is not a single human hair to be seen. I don't know why the tavern was built here, and in this shabby place where birds don't want to come to, there is no place to spend the money, so the tavern only does the business of exchanging goods for wine.

The little old man who was the keeper of the tavern was thin and withered, his eyes were rolled and he couldn't see the eyeballs, and he was obviously an old blind man, and he didn't know how he survived one winter night after another and one war after another in this ghost place.

A guest came to the tavern, and the little old man sold what wine as usual, took out a small jar of barley and a notched wine bowl and put it on a broken foot, and used a wine jar to help stabilize the guest table, and said the same words for many years: "The old man has no good life, it is useless to ask for money, the guest officer appreciates other things, food and clothing are good, and it is better to have others." ”

The guest, dressed as a white-shirted scribe, lifted the mud seal, poured it into the notched wine bowl, took a slow sip, and said, "Old man, this wine is lighter this year than usual. ”

The blind old man heard the voice of the white-shirted scribe, and his rickety body shook slightly: "It's the sixth son, but I haven't seen him for a long time." The blind old man shook his head and sighed: "In this chaotic place, business is getting worse and worse, if it weren't for the preference of the big bosses in the neighborhood for the old man to take a sip of wine, the old man would not have been able to do it for a long time." ”

There was a loud shout outside the door, and a loud voice yelled a swear word, suppressed the noise, and then shouted in a muffled voice: "This bird is really fucking cold, old man!

As he spoke, several five big and three thick grass men pushed open the door and walked in, and the big lama sat down on the table next to the white-shirted scribe.

The blind old man said dissatisfiedly: "Big boss, can you move a little smaller? The old man, these few eating guys really can't stand your tossing a few times." ”

"What's the fuss, even if you charge this weird fee, Lao Tzu has never paid less for wine!" The loud man waved his hand, and then kicked a man next to him: "Don't you see that wall leaking?

The man scolded and sat up.

The big boss didn't seem to see the white-shirted scribe at the next table, and scolded with spittle: "Loulan has been really fucking messy lately, those dogs/eggs who eat human blood, steamed hair, and war windfalls, their business is getting less and less diligent, and Lao Tzu's business is much worse." I heard that the source is that there is a great event in the north of the royal court, the death of a big official, the royal court and his mother are crazy to turn Menglu City upside down, the murderer did not catch it, not to say, inexplicably drove a large number of refugees to the south, originally the north and south sides of Loulan looked at each other wrongly, this mess can the fuck want? Phew! It's a shame to think about. Old man, old man—can you fucking get some drink?"

The blind old man scolded and brought a few pots of wine, and he was willing to attach a small plate of sauerkraut: "Big boss, don't be the same as urging life, the old man is not you, everything is so fast." ”

Several men who were walking with the big boss chuckled muffledly.

"Phew, a few blind handfuls, you can try to laugh again? Is it that Lao Tzu can't lift a knife?" the big boss scolded, while pushing a few jars of wine in front of a few brothers, reaching out and grabbing a handful of sauerkraut in a small plate and putting it in his mouth to chew.

The big boss is burly, and the half-big wine jar is like a slightly larger wine cup in his hand, swallowing sauerkraut, gurgling and drinking it all in a few gulps, the big boss seems to be in a particularly good mood, and exhales a long breath, which is like suddenly seeing the white-shirted scribe at the next table, and said unhappily: "Look at your mother?"

As he spoke, he raised the jar in his hand and threw it at the white-shirted scribe.

The white-shirted scribe always kept a graceful smile, caught the wine jar lightly, and gently lowered it to the table.

The strong man was angry. The white-shirted scribe said gently.

"Rest on your mother!" presumably the big boss was jealous when he saw the white-shirted scribe's kung fu in dissolving the wine altar, afraid that he was a master of practicing the family who did not show his face, and regardless of whether a few brothers had drunk a few sips of wine, he scolded loudly: "Is the pestle waiting here to die?

A few men of five big and three rough men left noisily and scolded as when they came, and the man who was sent to mend the hole in the wall could be vaguely heard screaming and complaining that he hadn't drunk a sip of wine.

Without a trace, the white-shirted scribe took the secret letter from the bottom of the wine jar thrown by the great master and put it in his sleeve.

A cloth bag was left on the table, and then the air twisted and disappeared.

If it is seen by others, it is not allowed to marvel at such means, is it not a heavenly immortal?

The blind old man slowly came to the table, stretched out his hand to tentatively open the cloth bag left by the white-shirted scribe, and stroked the outline of the human head and face in his hand.

The incompetent old minister thanked General Murong......

End of the thirteenth round