Chapter 5 There are poems left on the firewood
?? Han Ming quietly looked at Dongfang Dawn, his purple eyes were circulating, he lowered his head and looked at the man and beast on the ground, stretched out two fingers and pointed at his eyes, his expression was indifferent, and a little playful, from childhood to adulthood, he never hid anything from his younger brother. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info but Han Xiao was not the slightest surprised, that is the eldest brother who has accompanied him for thirteen years, and it is his eldest brother who turns into ashes, isn't it just that his eyes have changed color, can he become a monster? Besides, I also have a pair of silver eyes, what can I do? But it's really powerful to look at. But the foodie on the ground still jumped up violently with the two sexes in his bones, stretched out his two paws and grabbed it without a head, Han Xiao slapped it away angrily, well, this foodie was also this virtue when he saw the purple fruit for the first time. Xiao Bai had a lock of white hair falling off on his face, and he fought against Han Xiao all night, and finally took advantage of the faint morning sun to see the dead mink skin that looked like a live mink, and now he was so hungry that he went crazy, and was directly slapped back by Han Xiao with his thin body, so he had to hide under the table in a gloomy manner.
?? Han Ming raised his head, leaned against the door with his sword, and looked faintly into the room.
??“ It's dawn, pack up and go. Han Ming's tone was plain, and he was not reluctant at all, Han Xiao heard it, but he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, after all, he had lived here for thirteen years, and everything seemed to have feelings.
?? He moved his fragile body, each movement seemed sluggish, caressing everything in the room, remembering the past, not feeling sad. Han Xiao neatly folded the tattered mink fur, put it in the corner, put on his clothes, fed Xiaobai a bone, and walked out the door.
?? Han Ming quietly, without saying a word, he always understands Han Xiao's behavior, Han Xiao is weak and can't bear too much, so he has to set off easily, but this firewood house is his deep concern, Han Ming looked at Han Xiao, watched him gently approach the windowsill, and laboriously carried a guqin on his shoulder.
?? Han Xiao smiled bitterly, "The qin left by my mother must be carried with me when I die." Pale face, smiling bitterly.
?? Qian Fengqin was a little heavy, which made Han Xiao's back look a little rickety, but he carried it firmly, as if that was his most important world, and seemed to adapt to its weight, gradually, Han Xiao's frowning brows loosened, and he strode out of the door. Han Ming put on a black robe, carried the sword behind his back, and came out with Xiaobai.
?? The chai door creaked and gently closed the chai door, the distant bass woke up everything in the mountains and forests, the two brothers looked at the chai door quietly, Han Ming sighed, took out the knife on Han Xiao's waist, and gently engraved it on the door.
??“ Sunset River in the south of Ziyang City, there is a grudge and a thirteenth. ”
?? Writing down two sentences, Han Ming quietly looked at the dilapidated chaimen, the bits and pieces of thirteen years emerged, and the deeply buried reluctance ran out disobediently, he was a little annoyed, raised his knife and slashed a horizontal slash, turned to leave.
?? took the knife, Han Xiao's eyes were already full of tears, Han Ming was reluctant to kill a lot, not to mention him who was like a blank piece of paper?
?? In just two sentences of poetry, no matter how many of them, how can they tell their hearts completely? Han Ming was reluctant, Xiaobai didn't feel it, Han Xiao didn't want to go, but he wanted to leave, this was an ambivalence, but in his heart it was all normal.
??“ Let's go, I'll help you get revenge together. A trace of resoluteness quietly floated in Han Xiao's eyes, resolute, firm, and even terrifying. The knife rose again and swiped lightly, cutting through the early morning snow and cutting off the memories of the past.
??“ Leave today, wave a knife and say goodbye, the water is still cold, and you will not return if you don't avenge your blood. ”
?? Han Xiao took a few steps back, lowered his head, and finally seemed to be ruthless, and his right hand turned out and threw the knife out with all his might, nailing it to the door, leaving a shallow scratch, but finally seemed to whimper and tremble on the firewood, crying in the wind and snow. He paused, and finally turned over and climbed onto Xiao Bai's high back, chasing in the direction of Han Ming, leaving a string of tears fluttering in the wind.
?? On the firewood, in the place where the handle of the knife trembled, a wisp of black smoke rose leisurely, gradually getting thicker and thicker, and suddenly a small flame appeared, trembling in the wind and snow, but never willing to extinguish, and finally burned more and more, at that moment, the small flame suddenly erupted into a terrible momentum, instantly burst, instantly rising, burning terrible, the flame is no longer simply red, but with the brilliance of the sun, like an ancient beast, it opens its mouth, and closes, the small firewood house, instantly blackened, into gray charcoal chips, The wind blew through it and knocked it down like a wreck, leaving a trail of debris in its wake.
?? Han Xiao sat quietly on Xiaobai's back, thirteen years ago, he was hunched on Xiaobai's back and escaped from the home of the extinction door, thirteen years later, he rode on Xiaobai's back, with his back to his home for thirteen years, and flew away.
?? The early morning has just begun, Qianyinzhou has just woken up, everything in the town has quietly woken up from a night of dreams and fog, the Zihou Mansion family is dressed in thick fur, and follows the official messenger to post notices everywhere, all of this seems to have nothing to do with the town, the official messenger hastily posted the warning, and left in a hurry, Yao Blacksmith got up early, and the sound of striking iron resounded throughout the town, just like the bright swords, guns and axes hanging on the wall, the cold light illuminated the whole town, and even the sneering fire in the stove seemed cold and cold. He looked out the window, thinking of the young man with the cold long sword on his back who came to the blacksmith shop regularly every month to aweight the sword, and felt that it was hard to strike the iron, and the hammer fell heavily, breaking a piece of thick steel horizontally. Xiao Qinshi opened his eyes, quietly looked at the empty street outside the door, thinking that there would never be a weak little ghost with silver hair and silver eyes on his back to gently knock on the door of the house with a heavy xylophone on his back to learn from him, his elegant face and brows suddenly frowned, and his hands pressed heavily on the piano, bursting out with an unpleasant noise. Fan Butcher was also very unhappy, because this morning he didn't see the foodie who came early in the morning to ask for bones, a few years ago the black wolf left, and now he thought that it would be difficult to see the big white dog like snow gnawing on the big bones stupidly, and his heart was so uncomfortable, and finally he was very reluctant and distressed to throw the bones belonging to Xiaobai to a few ugly black dogs at the entrance of the alley.
?? The town is quiet.
?? But they all woke up, and they stood at the window, in front of the door, and on the pavilion, quietly looking at the sunrise in the east, and on the hill, shadows, two young men, and a big wolf.
?? Now that the decision has been made to leave, all that is left for the horizon is the back.
?? Han Ming once told Han Xiao again and again that he would always remember this sentence.
?? In the cold fog of the early morning, there were many crystal tears.
?? …………
?? Ziyang City is a big city in the sunset far river, Han Ming set off from Qianyin Prefecture and traveled eastward, the sun climbed higher and higher along the way, and the sun became more and more dazzling, maybe in the eyes of the people on this continent, it is normal for the sun to rise in the east and set in the west, and it is normal for the east to be hotter, but Han Ming does not feel that this world is different from his original world.
?? The Lingxun Continent proudly stands between heaven and earth, and the sun, moon and stars move around it.
??“ That's how different the world is. Han Ming groaned, the black robe silently covering him, and Han Xiao and Xiaobai on the side didn't say a word, following closely beside him.
?? Looking at the distant sky, it is a dazzling red sun, quietly hanging in the sky, but if someone has nothing to do, quietly look at it for a day, you will find that its rise and fall is so regular, east and west fall, like a stable arc, linking the east and west ends of the continent, forming the most firm arc.
?? Rising in the east and falling in the west, it is like the world of Han Ming.
But it's just moving, it's just moving around the continent.
Because here, the sky is round, and the sun only forms a semi-circular arc around the continent, because legend has it that the bottom of the continent is a deep dead realm, where there is no sunlight and is not tolerated by the world. Han Ming deeply remembered that in his worldview, people live on a ball, which revolves around the sun eternally and unchanging, and they themselves are constantly turning, day after day, year after year, cycle after cycle, infinite want. It's a pity that this world is not, even more peculiar, far beyond Han Ming's worldview, the moon is actually born in the south and falls in the north, it is still a semi-circular arc, thinking that Liu Shusheng in the town gave a lecture to Han Xiao when he was a child, and talked about how angry he was when the sun revolved around the earth, and he ripped off Liu Shusheng's hair crown and froze his stove for half a winter, Han Ming laughed self-deprecatingly.
?? The west and east are rampant, the road has been walking for more than half a month, the climate is gradually warming, living in the cold region of the west for too long, accustomed to ice and snow, although the sun is common but the temperature is not common, the two brothers are a little uncomfortable. After walking for a long time, they finally eased up, the two brothers stood on the boundary line of the sunset Yuanchuan, looking at the spring that was different from the ice and snow of Yuanchuan not far away, Han smiled proudly, his eyes were full of anticipation, regardless of the weakness of his body, he patted Xiaobai's ass heavily and rushed out.
?? On the field, a white lightning galloped, followed by Han Ming's black figure, Xiaobai was also very excited, although when Han Xiao slapped his buttocks, he secretly slandered Brother Xiao, I am not Ma Shao beating your Uncle Bai's buttocks, by this time it knows, and it is happy to run.
??“ Big brother, where are we going next? ”
?? Han Ming looked into the distance, his mind was full of bloody memories, shook his head, now is not the time to think about this, he spread out the map on Xiaobai's back, pointed to a large mountain in the northeast of the center of the map, and then drew down to point to the paradise.
??“ Are we going to paradise? The world's largest university park? Han Xiao was a little strange.
??“ No, we're going to Mt. Leshen. ”
?? Han Ming retracted his gaze and continued to run forward, Xiao Bai raised his claws, roared, and turned into white lightning and rushed away.
?? Han Xiao understood, after so long, he was finally going to walk on that mountain.
?? On March 3, the Flower Festival of the Kingdom of Bliss, Han Xiao must go up the mountain. Han Ming thought to himself, and the purple under his eyes became more and more intense.
?? Everything that was before, I come back to face.
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