East out of Longxian, cross Weishui through the right wind, out of Liangzhou and go to the northeast into the east of the river. Longxian to the right to the wind, the right to the east of the river.

Two journeys, two thousand miles away.

On the path of four horses in parallel, a group of several riders guarded a carriage and moved forward slowly, this is Ma Yue and his party, sitting in the carriage is Pei Ying'er, the Miss Pei of Hedong, driving the car is the black-faced strong man Gutaer, and there are two ring knives inserted under the wheel. Ma Yue sat on Mo Yun, wearing gray light armor, carrying three long knives on his waist, and immediately carrying a crossbow, accompanied by Ma Yu, Yang Feng, Guan Yu and Ma Li.

A carriage of five horses, except for everyone's weapons and a little money needed on the road, they had no extra luggage, the light workshop was very fast, but it was half a day to pass the water, and the road was unimpeded.

They were not many in number, and they did not have much possessions, not to mention the fact that there were six men in front of them with swords and armor, and they were not usually the type to attract robbers.

Therefore, they walked all the way extremely easily, a group of seven people Pei Ying'er came from the big family, and she was very curious about everything about the civilian life of Ma Yue and others, and the family education of the scholar clan made her never say anything to interrupt the ghost talk of a few rough old men all the way to the north and south, but she also felt very interesting when she listened to it in the carriage.

Ma Yue and the other six are all from different civilian backgrounds, and their different experiences have shaped their tenacious spirit and distinctive personalities, and listening to the stories of the five people is also a great touch for Ma Yue.

Ma Yue has never been out of Liangzhou, and this trip to the Central Plains will be another experience for Ma Yue, which can greatly increase his knowledge.

As the saying goes, it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books.

Ma Yue has always felt that this sentence is nonsense, his head is not filled with books, even if he travels thousands of miles, he is still a horseman, what growth can there be, but in fact, he no longer thinks about it after he returns home from Zhangye, because that long journey really made him feel a kind of transformation.

The whole person becomes different from the inside out.

With his own changes, he has come into contact with more and more friends and partners, and his soft power has become stronger and stronger. More and more like a qualified and mature Liangzhou man. Although he has experienced life and death several times, it is commendable that he still retains his own outlook on life from a highly civilized spiritual world, which is enough to make him a correct person with a heart full of benevolence and righteousness.

People have their own suffering, every kind of painful experience in the eyes of others is a kind of life for others, this kind of life does not have to distinguish between right and wrong, whether it is playing with a big dog when he was a child or Guan Yu's exile after being wanted, as long as a breath still exists, not crushed by life, I believe that they will have a good life.

Among the group, only Yang Feng, a friend brought back by Ma on Chinese New Year's Eve, was not familiar with the group, because they all trusted Ma to play, so no one asked much, but Yang Feng was really special.

From the time of departure, Yang Feng wore a wooden sacrificial ghost mask on his face, Ma Yue did not know what material was made of but thought it was made of solid wood such as locust tree peach wood, Ma Yue saw Yang Feng's face at home on Chinese New Year's Eve, his eyebrows and stars are very handsome, high nose bridge cherry mouth, fair skin is even comparable to women, if this appearance grows on a woman, it will be able to charm many men, but the man is not a woman.

Yang Feng looked to be in his twenties, about seven feet five inches tall, taller than a horse, almost the same as playing with a horse, and his figure could not be seen, but the finger joints were thick, and Ma Yue inadvertently glanced at his palms, and the thick calluses actually looked more than Guan Yu. He was a master of the sword, and along the way, no matter how fast or slow the team was moving, he was always on the left side of the carriage to guard against danger, and he never fell behind for a moment, and his riding skills were good.

In the evening, the group rested on the banks of the Weishui River, and the horses caught a basket of fatty fish in the river, and Gutar hunted two hares on the road, which were hanging on the bonfire and roasting golden brown.

After washing his face by the river, and seeing Yang Feng sitting by the river with a big stone grinding a two-foot short sword, Ma Yue leaned over to greet him and said, "Brother Yang, where are you from?" ”

Even though Yang Feng has been living in Zhangshan Village since the Chinese New Year, Ma Yue has not said a few words to him, and even Yang Feng felt a little surprised when he talked this time, and turned his head back to look back.

Finding that there was no one else Ma Yue was talking to him, Yang Feng narrowed his apricot eyes and smiled: "San Lang is talking to me, I am an authentic Jiuquan music hall person, I heard the monkey say that San Lang has been to Jiuquan, right?" ”

I have to say that Yang Feng smiled very well, and Ma Yue smiled bitterly: "I have indeed been to Jiuquan, but I am only passing by." ”

Yang Feng put the short sword aside, looked at the starry sky cross-legged as if recalling something, and said, "Jiuquan is a good place. ”

Ma Yue nodded uncertainly, he remembered the boundless despair in the desert covered with yellow sand at that time, the men who walked all the way but slept forever in the sand, and the boy who taught him to play the Qiang flute.

Unfortunately, they are all gone forever.

Sighing, Ma Yue asked, "The curtain over there in Jiuquan is boundless, how did you and Brother Monkey come back, Brother Feng?" ”

"The curtain? You must have taken the road of Zhaowu at that time, and that was the road to Komayan, and the middle was blocked by the curtain, in fact, as long as you don't go forward for a few days during the curtain storm, you can walk through, but you are a little unlucky. ”

Nodding, Ma Yue also felt that his luck was too bad at that time, he was chased and bitten by a dead soldier of the Wei family like a hunt for a month, and all the old people in the caravan died before entering the desert, and in the end, there were only a dozen people left alive to come back, and the luck was really carried home.

Thinking of this, Ma Yue smiled bitterly and said: "Actually, it's not bad luck, at least I picked up a life and came back, and now I can rest by the river, which is already very good." Let's go, Brother Yang, let's go eat fish. ”

The season has already begun in spring, and the river has long been thawed, but the cowhide clothes on everyone's bodies have not been taken off, and there is a cool breeze at night, because of the existence of bonfires, everyone does not feel cold.

Everyone carried a jar of liquor with the carriage to drive away the cold on the road, but at this moment, with the company of roasted fish and rabbits, a heroic warrior, it was also a great pleasure of life for each person to take a few sips in turn.

In the secluded Qiang pipe, Ma Yue blows a song of white clouds, and the melodious sound of the flute surrounds the riverside.

"Brother Ma, what is this tune called? It's so nice. ”

"This is the Qiang flute, a partner taught me to play when I was a child, the song is called Baiyun, which tells the story of a man and a woman who love each other."

Human friendship often makes you think about it but have no clue, the biggest root is that at that point in your life you are in the same boat through thick and thin, with the same experience and the same feelings, this is the opportunity, if you add like-minded interests, then most of them can become friends. Just like Yang Feng, he was brought to this small group by Ma Yu at this just time, and everyone walked all the way to understand each other in just one night.

Gradually into the night, the sound of the men's conversation faded, the sound of the small animals in the forest also faded, the sound of insects and birds faded away, as if the entire riverside fell asleep, in the carriage, Pei Ying'er, who was covered with a thick leather blanket, gently lifted the curtains, and watched the bright moonlight sprinkle on the young figure who was holding a strong crossbow and looking into the distance, and the corners of her mouth hooked a smile.

It's a good feeling to be protected.