It's a very interesting thing to be cold.

The taste of winter is cold, with a sense of decay and beauty, but there is a trace of quiet vitality in the emptiness.

After winter, on some nights, the earth will condense a thin layer of frost in the darkness of the night. The frost was like a thick night, spreading across the earth, endlessly.

The Han people say that this is called frostfall.

Frost fall is a very interesting thing. Frosted eggplants will wilt, but frosted grapes will become very sweet. In the world, there are always such diametrically opposed things, which make people unable to see clearly.

If the frost is too big, even the edges of rivers, lakes and seas will be covered with a thin layer of frost.

Hoarfrost tends to be heavier in these places because there is more moisture here than elsewhere.

Hoarfrost would appear overnight, spilling dots on everything, and from a distance, it looked like the skin of an albino, and like a strange dragon scale. If it is far away and looks at it for a long time, it often makes people can't help but be in a daze, and their thoughts are scattered in such a winter night.

Of course, most people don't notice this frosty sight.

Because once the sunlight appears, after the first vomit of the morning light, these hoarfrosts will gradually disappear without a trace.

On the other hand, few people can really see these white elves in the night.

Frost falls, frost melts, this whole process is like a pantomime without an audience, partial and light and beautiful, enough to make people sigh.

This process is difficult to observe with the naked eye. This is the defect of mortals.

Fortunately, Murong Ke is not an ordinary person, he stands against the wind. I watched the frost fall under my feet and took a deep breath.

The night breeze is crisp, and when it is exhaled, it carries a mist of water.

The mist dissipated in mid-air, gradually condensed, became white crystals, and then scattered down, like flocculents.

It's something that ordinary people can't see. But Murong Ke could see it.

He has seen it since he was a child, so he often sneaks out of the room on such winter nights and looks at the night in front of him. Blinking a pair of shining eyes.

At that time, because of his young age, he didn't know how many more clothes he had when he sneaked out. Therefore, after being frozen to numbness of hands and feet and runny nose, I shivered and retracted into the bed. It's hard to warm up your body.

Because there is a maid sleeping outside at night. When Murong Ke was a child, he didn't even dare to blow his nose, so he could only stupidly block his nasal cavity and wipe it with his sleeve from time to time.

There are too many such behaviors, so that the ladies in the family are so nervous that they can't do it, they all think that Xiao Langjun is congenitally weak, so they add a stove in the house, and every time after winter, Murong Ke's room. You can even see the azaleas.

Murong Ke liked the darkness because he liked things that could only be seen in the dark.

His side. There are no peers, although they have tried to point out those "elves" in the dark to the adults, but in exchange, all they get is ridicule and fear, and gradually, even the maids next to them are alienated.

Because of loneliness, Murong Ke became more and more silent, and he liked to melt himself into the darkness more and more.

Many times, he likes to be alone in the dark, and it has almost become a habit that is unique to him. Whether it is at home, in the capital, or in the barracks, he likes to spare such a short time to savor the night quietly.

He was really able to taste it.

When people die around, the night is fishy. When someone is happy, the night is fragrant. When someone is fighting, there is often a trace of sword intent in the night sky. When someone is sad, the night will bring out a sour smell, like a green apricot in March and April, which is long and long.

People who are born with spiritual sense always have much stronger senses than ordinary people.

Not only the sense of smell and sight of seeing frost fall, but also many, many things, such as touch.

The light touch that ordinary people felt was like a nudge in Murong Ke. An ordinary nudge, in his perception, will turn into a heavy punch.

This truth, knowing that Murong Ke is very big, gradually came to know. When he was young, he always thought that others were the same as himself, although he did not understand why people should "attack" each other.

Similarly, a sword wound cut through his arm, for him, was tantamount to the pain of an ordinary person's arm being cut off.

It stands to reason that with a physique like him, he should live in the room and never come out for the rest of his life.

But this is such a Murong Ke, who was born in the army, and he has been in the army for ten years.

This is his fate, although he has also resisted and struggled, but once he accepts it and starts, he will keep going, and will never stop until he dies.

Murong Ke felt the coldness of the night breeze, and felt that his nose and ears were a little painful from the cold, so he stretched out his hand and sighed, rubbed it, and gently covered his ears.

There was a very light footstep behind him, and Murong Ke didn't need to look back, he knew that it was Zhao Haisheng, a monk in the army.

"It's very cold after the winter this year, so the general should go back early to warm up." Zhao Haisheng is not young, he has been following Murong Ke for almost eight years, and he knows his temperament very well.

"There's no hurry." Murong Ke pointed in the direction of the southwest, where there was a thick darkness, and I couldn't see too much, "Look there, this aura is a little familiar, but I can't remember who it is for a while." ”

Zhao Haisheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and hurriedly stretched his divine sense far away like a tentacle, holding his breath, concentrating, and listening.

After a while, Zhao Haisheng was slightly startled, opened his eyes, and arched his hand at Murong Ke: "The general is right, there are indeed two monks over there, and the aura of the two sides is fluctuating, it seems that they are fighting!"

"Hmm." Murong Ke was not surprised.

Zhao Haisheng couldn't help but glance at Murong Ke complicatedly. The aura over there, even a monk who has practiced for decades, needs to be very careful to feel it. However, General Murong didn't even know how to cultivate, so he could simply identify such a distant and tiny aura fluctuation from the night.

If Murong Ke doesn't become a general, he will concentrate on cultivation...... With Zhao Haisheng's knowledge, it was no longer easy to judge how far Murong Ke could cultivate.

After all, when practicing this kind of thing, qualification comes first. A genius like Murong Ke, who has not been born for a hundred years, if he really started practicing since he was a child, his natural future is limitless.

It's just that...... Zhao Haisheng glanced at Murong Ke with a sigh...... Why did such a character give up the cultivation of the great road to heaven and come to join the army?

After all, it is the blood of the royal family, so do you have to fight the battlefield?

Although Zhao Haisheng also had to admit that Murong Ke was also a famous general in military history, in the eyes of these cultivators, the turbid world was the turbid world after all, and compared with the dragon soaring, it was really the difference between heaven and earth.

The difference between heaven and earth......

"This breath ......," Murong Ke tilted his head slightly, "It seems to be Xie Xiaoman and Xue Zicheng." ”

"Who?" Zhao Haisheng was slightly stunned, feeling that these two names were somewhat familiar, "That's not ...... The monks of the Jin army, and the woman who was brought into the barracks by General Hehuan? ”

Murong Ke smiled lightly when he heard this: "Although the second half of the sentence is not wrong, I have to say that Miss Xie is also one of the monks of the Jin Army. ”

"Huh!" Zhao Haisheng smiled, obviously with some contempt, "I don't know what Xie Xiaoman is, that Xue Zicheng is indeed a very powerful one, I have long heard about his methods on the river." In the blood master lineage, people who really cultivate are very good, and it is really rare to be able to cultivate to his level. If I can, I, Zhao Haisheng, would love to have a discussion with him!"

"As for that Xie Xiaoman......" Zhao Haisheng laughed, "To put it bluntly, it's just a plaything that General Huan brought into the army." I heard that in their own army, those girls are not less ridiculed, and their reputation here is even more ugly! Scold! General Huan is too, even if he takes a woman into the barracks, he even takes on the official position of a monk with the army, isn't this a discredit to us people!"

Zhao Haisheng said, his face was full of anger: "If there is a chance, I really want to meet this Counselor Xie for a while!" It's good to really let him know what a monk should be like!"

"Then Xue Zicheng must also be concerned about General Huan's face, where does he dare to teach her a lesson? It's convenient to leave this kind of work to someone of my status!"

Murong Ke knew that Zhao Haisheng was slightly verbose, so he didn't say anything at this time.

He felt the smell of the night as if watching the fire from the other side, tasted it for a moment, and smiled very lightly: "Xie Xiaoman won." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Haisheng was still immersed in the idea of how to teach Xie Xiaoman a lesson, and he didn't hear it clearly.

Murong Ke didn't repeat, just thinking about the news over there a few days ago, as well as the cruel words that Huan Wen and Xie Xiaoman had a big quarrel with, closed his eyes and thought for a while, and ordered: "Haisheng, go to the camp tent in the Jin army." ”

Murong Ke untied the sword at his waist and handed it to Zhao Haisheng: "Just say that I let you go, ask for directions directly, be faster." ”

"Huh?" Zhao Haisheng was puzzled, and his face was confused.

"I'm afraid that Xie Xiaoman will be angry and really kill Huan Wen." Murong Ke explained simply.

"Does he have what it takes?" Zhao Haisheng sneered.

Murong Ke didn't speak, just turned around and glanced at him.

……

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Here, when Zhao Haisheng rode in the dust, and when Murong Ke's sword was hanging from his waist, Xie Xiaoman was playing with the small flames on the tips of his right hand.

She sat on the desk in front of Huan Wen, and looked sideways at Huan Wen, with a rare condescension.

"Huan Wen, Huan Wen," Xie Xiaoman looked at him with a smile, "Give me a reason not to kill you." (To be continued......)