When I left the broken house, it was time to enter the watch, and the snow had stopped, but there was wind, and the north wind was rolling the snowflakes, and the weather was unusually cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Halfway through the south wind passed by the inn again, this inn is a wooden building, if there is something on fire, it is easy to light it, but after stopping for a long time, the south wind dispelled this idea, if the inn is burned, the other party can immediately think that it is he who did it, he is sick, he can't go far, in case he is caught, his life will not be saved.

As he was about to leave the town, Nanfeng met a pedestrian, and after asking questions, he learned that the town was called Taiping Township.

"One day Lao Tzu will come back and burn down this bird inn, damn it. Nanfeng cursed to himself.

There is also a shelter from the wind in the town, out of the town, the wind is stronger, the south wind is hot at this time, the throat and trachea are burning, the cold outside chokes into the lungs, the hot pain, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Nanfeng covered his mouth and nose with his hands and struggled forward with the bedding on his back, he had never thought that he would die before, but now he felt that he could die at any moment.

Not far ahead, the south wind saw the light, and when he got closer, it was a small wooden house, which could often be seen in the periphery of the township, and there were many bandits and robbers at this time, and this kind of wooden house was the outer guard of the villagers to prevent the bandits.

Knock on the door for help, in exchange for a roll.

Nanfeng wanted to cry without tears, stepping on the knee-deep snow and struggling to move forward, just when he felt that he had held on to the limit, he suddenly found a big house on the hill west of the road, and through the light of the snow, he could vaguely see that the house was very dilapidated.

This kind of big house built on the mountain has also been encountered by Nanfeng before, this is a righteous village where corpses are parked, and most of the people parked inside are dead unknown foreigners.

Nanfeng didn't even think about it, and turned onto the mountain road to Yizhuang, and if he couldn't find a place to shelter from the wind, he would really freeze to death.

Arrived at the gate of Deyizhuang, the south wind stopped, although the courtyard wall of this Yizhuang is broken, but it is still complete, the gate is also there, compared with the house without a courtyard wall, this kind of courtyard wall is more terrifying.

After a wry smile, Nanfeng climbed in through a gap, moved up the steps, and pushed open the door of the north room.

The house was pitch black and mildew.

"The meat delivery is here, if you want to eat it, I'll do it quickly, don't scare Lao Tzu. Nanfeng laughed, he was already a little delirious at this time, and he didn't know that he was afraid.

There was a dead silence in the room.

When the eyes got used to the darkness, the south wind saw the situation inside, there seemed to be a shrine in the north, and it was impossible to see what gods could not see, and the room was very empty, and only a coffin was parked in the easterly position.

Just as Nanfeng was about to enter the house, there was a sound from inside the coffin, and listening to the sound was like digging through the lid of a coffin with a fingernail.

Nanfeng didn't run away, but rushed to the coffin, and kicked it before he got close, "Fuck you, get out!"

What he didn't expect was that the coffin had rotted very badly, and he kicked the coffin directly into a hole, the coffin cracked in the middle, and a group of small black shadows fled in all directions.

The south wind kicked the coffin apart a few more times, and there were no corpses in the coffin, only some whitish bones.

Since the nest had been made by rats before, there was some grass wool in the coffin, and the south wind groped to collect the grass wool, blew the fire twist, and built a bonfire.

The bonfire was lit, and there was light around it, and through the light, the south wind could see clearly that there was a statue of the god of the land enshrined on the north altar, and there was an offering table in front of the stage, on which some incense, candles, and yellow paper were placed.

Nanfeng walked over and retrieved the yellow paper, winding the twist, the previous fire twist was almost used up, and a few more had to be prepared.

After rolling the fire twist, Nanfeng began to chase the rats again, but it was too cold outside, no matter how he drove them, those rats just didn't run out, and the south wind had no choice but to give up.

There was a clay pot on the offering table that served as an incense burner, and the south wind poured out the ashes in it, and after a simple brush, it was used to boil water, and he also had a cake on him, which was not so hard after being roasted over the fire.

"Go aside, you think I'm big-eyed?" the south wind drove away the rats that came over.

After driving away the rats, Nanfeng chewed the rice crackers with difficulty, and at the same time thought of his brothers and sisters again, Lu Pingchuan and Chu Huairou were old, they had many ways, and they must not have a miserable life. Changle and Chu Huairou are together, and there are also people who take care of them. The fat man became a monk, whether he learned to get the skills or not, put it aside for the time being, and it is always not difficult to mix two meals and one night. What he is most worried about is mute, the mute can't speak, and her temperament is very withdrawn, she may not always follow Lu Pingchuan and Mo Li, once she is alone, the end may be worse than him.

After eating the bread, Nanfeng drank some hot water again, spread out the cover by the campfire, and lay down curled up.

In the second half of the night, Nanfeng woke up, he was woken up by a rat bite, and after waking up, he covered his bitten ear and chased the murderer, because he didn't know who the murderer was, he punished the nine clans, and the rats were all killed, there were more than a dozen.

The next day, Nanfeng's condition worsened, the high fever did not go away, not only the joint pain, but also the eyes were swollen and uncomfortable, and there was no strength at all.

He got up only three times a day, twice to add wood to the campfire, and once to boil water with a dry mouth.

He didn't feel hungry under the high fever, but Nanfeng could feel himself getting weaker and weaker, and in the evening, he got up and picked up a few mice, and sat down on the threshold to peel them off.

Crying while cleaning up, confused, helpless, aggrieved, and endlessly lonely.

He had eaten rat meat before, and it didn't taste weird, but it was easy to have diarrhea when he ate rat meat, but at this time he couldn't care about it so much, he hadn't eaten for a day, and it was difficult to survive this cold winter night without eating.

The coffin is almost burned, the bones in the coffin are piled up next to it, when the rats are burned, the south wind plays with those bones, picks out some from them, and wraps them together with the two pieces of tortoise shells.

The deerskin he had thought was cloth was stuffed into the middle of his clothes, and there were words on the deerskin, and there were some strange lines, but he didn't know the words, and he didn't know what it was.

After eating "dinner", Nanfeng fell asleep, woke up from freezing in the second half of the night, and got up to add firewood.

At this point, he felt less uncomfortable, and he had some strength in his body, which was a sign that he had survived the most dangerous period and that his condition was beginning to improve.

Added a few coffin boards, Nanfeng leaned on the east wall and looked at the fire in a daze, he is still in the boundary of Wei State, there is still a long way to go from Nanguo, and he doesn't know when he will be able to reach Taiqing Mountain.

Although it was difficult, he never thought of giving up halfway, Tian Yuanzi was kind to him, and taught him all the nine cultivation scriptures of Taiqing Sect, although he didn't know what kind of skills he would have after learning these nine scriptures, but he had seen Lin Zhendong's ability, Lin Zhendong had not yet reached the Purple Qi Cave Abyss, and he could already stand side by side with the Wei State National Teacher, if he advanced to the Dongyuan, it is estimated that the National Teacher would not be his opponent, if he was promoted to Taixuan, I am afraid that he would be invincible in the world.

After receiving such a great favor from the master, what is the crime of being an apprentice, he must send the Book of Heaven back to Taiqing Sect, and he can't give up halfway, and he can't let the deceased feel cold.

After the rats had eaten, the coffin and the offering table had been burned, and Nanfeng left Yizhuang, although he was still coughing, the fever had subsided.

He carried a yellow quilt covered by a dead man, a dog beating stick in his left hand, and a bag of bones in his right hand.

Nanfeng wants this effect, encounters can change a person's character, Nanfeng was originally very optimistic, but now he is becoming more and more silent, hardly talking to outsiders, sometimes even for two or three days without speaking, just boring his head.

Tian Yuanzi is right, everything has pros and cons, his dress is indeed a lot less troublesome, but he also can't eat, three feet of intestines are two and a half feet idle, originally he could walk more than thirty miles a day, but now he can't even walk ten miles.

After encountering a county town, the south wind stopped, he was really hungry and couldn't stand it, his shoes were worn out, and he still had two gold beans in his hand, and he had to try to exchange the gold for copper coins......