After singing the song, Liu Qingmei looked at it with some doubts, and Liu Youyao, who was walking slowly ahead. seemed to have discovered some shocking secret, so he kept chirping and chirping, and muttered: "I didn't expect you to know the rhythm, I just hummed Huainan Xiangyao in a low voice, you can also pinch it, admire and admire." ”

Liu Youyao, who was walking in front, stopped when he heard the words, and raised his hanging hands above his head with great speed. Only then did Liu Qingmei realize that Liu Youyao's arms were different from ordinary people, and they were drooping past his knees, like the mandrill spirits in the old mountains and forests.

But I don't know what he wants when he does this. Liu Qingmei did not interrupt with words, but leaned on the back of the horse and looked at the tall figure in front of him, and looked back from time to time to explore the situation of the sand lion.

The "treacherous" sand lion was biting the flesh of a corpse with its bloody mouth open, and with the sound of flesh cracking and cracking, the already mutilated corpse was even more hateful.

And the sand lion gnawed the thigh it bit hard, and kept shaking its head, as if it had broken its teeth, and it seemed to be competing with that piece of "meat". And Liu Youyao, who was in front of Liu Qingmei, kept his hands held high, looking at the mountains and the sea of clouds in the distance, and kept inhaling and exhaling.

Liu Qingmei secretly guessed that this might be the custom of a certain place in the Later Zhou Dynasty, and Liu owed it to be felt by his own hometown, so he would make such an abnormal move.

When Liu Youyao's breathing gradually accelerated, the hands that were raised above his head began to change. Originally, it was raised straight above his head, delusionally trying to break through the sky, but now it began to move from left to right, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

As the arm moved, the body began to writhe involuntarily. Lift your left foot, step down with your right foot, and so on. As the speed of the arm movement slowed down, the number of times the foot stepped up and down began to increase, as if to cater to some kind of rhythm.

It's as if the clockwork on the loaded arm has been moved to the leg, and so on. Liu Youyao began to shout loudly into the distance. The sand lion behind Liu Qingmei also put down the carrion in his mouth and began to echo.

One person and one lion, one in front of the other, towards the hometown that may never go back, issued the most primitive voice in the heart.

It was a clear and clear world, but suddenly a strong wind blew, and Liu Qingmei couldn't open his eyes. The sand lion swooped past Liu Qingmei, ran to Liu Youyao's side, leaned over to the ground, and looked ahead.

Liu Youyao was still repeating the simple but mysterious action. It was an ordinary action, but it slowly became complicated in the wind. Liu Youqiao never moved his footsteps, never looked away, just looked into the distance.

Flipping his hands up and down, as if there was something strange in the air, he wanted to explore, and kept grabbing upwards. And the body began to lean back, gradually forming an incredible arc, and the cycle went on and on.

Liu Qingmei realized at this time that Liu Youqiao danced, perhaps the dance of their hometown. The gust of wind that blew from the other side of the valley, with a slightly moist breath, poured into the mouths and noses of the two men, and swept away the filth.

The two of them, who were originally testing each other, gradually became soft in the tacit understanding of singing and I came to greet them. Liu Qingmei turned over and dismounted, walked quickly to Liu Youyao's side, learned the posture of his hands and waist, and danced.

Liu Qingmei's dancing may not be as rough and heroic as Liu Youyao, but it has a Huainan charm. is just like the taste sung in that hometown, although it is catchy, repeated singing will make people teary-eyed.

The wind howled without surprise or sorrow. Liu Youyao leaned forward again, regaining his rickety appearance, and his face gradually became cold and obscene.

Liu Qingmei turned around and walked quickly to the side of the silver-maned white horse, turned over and got on the horse, as if everything just now was in a dream.

Liu Yayao raised his feet again, and the sand lion leaning over the ground immediately ran forward. There is no stranger here, and there is no one who walks on his feet, only the wind that fills the heavens and the earth, whistling by.

Liu lightly pinched the horse's belly lightly, and kept up with Liu Youyao's pace, and the two fell into a short silence. I don't know if I'm reminiscing about what I just had, or reminiscing about the past.

As if thinking of something, Liu Qingmei opened his mouth and asked, "This time to Qingxia Town, do you have anything else?" ”

Liu Youqian didn't look back, but said in a cold tone when they first met: "There is something, but it has nothing to do with you." Liu smiled lightly, she didn't like to laugh very much, maybe she entered the Hou Gate many years ago, and the ups and downs of the sea made her gradually forget the meaning of laughter.

But she smiled, because the person in front of her was more real, and he could express the emotions in his heart purely without regard to her presence. He will also dance in the world because of that song of hometown.

She was alone, but when she met him, the man with long silver hair and white clothes like snow, she realized how precious and luxurious it was to stay together. And the person in front of him, walking alone in a foreign land, has never thought about finding someone to stay with?

As if his mind had been punctured, a sneering smile suddenly sounded, and then he heard the man say in a cold and hoarse voice: "Are you speculating about me? With a sneering smile, there was another loud roar, full of inexplicable threats.

Liu Qingmei was still smiling, and he was not annoyed, but asked with interest: "Have you ever thought about loving someone?" ”

Liu Youyao, who was walking in front, raised his arm that was about to hang to the ground, touched the bushy hair on his head, and sighed slowly, "Love? Love someone? I? You're not joking. ”

Liu lightly patted the horse's buttocks, caught up with Liu Youyao, and accompanied Liu Youyao on both sides of the sand lion, before muttering: "Why not." ”

Perhaps because he didn't want to continue to dwell on this stubble, Liu said viciously: "I was born to kill people, and I never thought about this. Not now, not in the future, Hugh will mention it again. ”

The sand lion roared again, and grinned at Liu Qingmei. And the silver-maned white horse was snorting in its nose, as if it was fighting back. Liu Qingmei suddenly laughed loudly, patted his chest and said: "We are in troubled world, it is not as good as these two goods to see through, what do you say?" ”

Liu Youqiao was silent ever since, either speechless, or at a loss for what to say. It's just that in those deep and cold eyes, a trace of warmth flashed, and the side face of the woman on the white horse next to her in the afterglow.

The two of them walked slowly all the way, and all they saw along the way were full of devastation. Walking through the green meadows, the mountains that are far away in front of you seem to keep a deliberate distance, and they are getting farther and farther away.

It's just that they never disappeared as far as the eye could see, as if mocking the ignorance and fearlessness of the two. The corpses all over the place have been buried in the yellow sand, and the occasional exposed limbs and severed fingers tell the tragic situation of the war.

Liu Youqiao just sneered every time he saw it. And Liu Qingmei, who was tugging on the reins of the white horse, shook his head frequently.

It had been about two or three hours since the camp had been here, and both of them were exhausted. It's just that Liu Youyao looks even more tired, and the culprit of the tragedy before the camp is pointing at him without exception.

However, he did not admit it, but his fatigue could not be hidden.

Liu Qingmei no longer had the heart to pierce at this time, because something more worthwhile, more urgent, and more fatal had appeared in front of him.

The two of them, a horse and a lion, walked to an ordinary dirt slope. If it was usual, it would have stepped up and easily flipped over. No matter how bad it is, it will not come here, and it will have to climb over this dirt slope that is neither high nor low.

It's just that what the two of them saw in their eyes, but their heads were numb for a while. In addition to this dirt slope, all of them are stopped by the rejection of horses, and they are all the same for hundreds of miles as far as the left and right eyes can see. These rejection horses still look a little new, and they may have just been pierced not long ago, so they are used to repel the enemy.

If it was just like this, it wouldn't make the scalps of the two of them numb, how could a Heavenly Hell Division Chief and a Houzhou Envoy be frightened by such a small scene. It's just that the scene in front of them is not a small scene, which forced the two to retreat dozens of steps before they barely stopped.

That Liu was still okay, but he couldn't help panting to relieve his tension, and that Liu Qingmei was sticking to the back of the silver-maned white horse, not daring to look at the scene in front of him.

If you want to calculate carefully, on this hundreds of miles of defense line, according to one mile and two rejection of horses, there are as many as four or five hundred. And that one rejection was made of dozens of wooden guns. Not counting the sharp ends that pierced into the ground, there were as many as seven or eight in one pile.

According to this arrangement, it is impossible for the two of them not to be so shocked.

Because, on every wooden gun that resists horses, there is a bloody human head firmly inserted! Liu owes a total in his heart, there are four or five thousand people! And they all didn't blink their eyes, so they were nailed to the rejection of the horse, looking at the two who were late.

The sunset slowly fell in the embrace of the afterglow, and the yellow sand that refused to fall under the horse kept fluttering and dancing with the wind. As if waving goodbye to the falling sunset. The rolled up sand waves were no longer than the knees of the two of them, and Liu Youqiao and Liu Qingmei were stunned, and they didn't realize it.

The arrogant and domineering sand lion was also like a well-behaved puppy at this time, curled up with his paws, trembling next to Liu. Animal instincts are often so real and direct, as is the sense of danger.

The silver-maned white horse with willow eyebrows suddenly bent its legs, and like the sand lion, curled up its four hooves, plunged its head into the yellow sand, and trembled.

The two of them don't know what is behind the dirt slope, and they don't know who is the initiator of these hundreds of miles of "tragic death"? But they know that what is about to usher in is a life-and-death struggle, a bitter battle that will never stop to the death.

Liu Yau patted the lion's head a few times, and the sand lion reluctantly got up and slowly followed. Liu Youyao put his hands and feet on the ground, like a cold toad. Climb up the dirt slope with your hands and feet. When he was about to cross the dirt slope, he suddenly shrank back again.

It's like a turtle pinched by the neck, desperately trying to retract into its shell. Liu Qingmei covered her eyes with her hands and watched all this through her fingers. She was forcing herself to accept it so that her mood could calm down quickly.

If you stay here too long, I'm afraid you'll get that madness. The afterglow that was about to disappear on the horizon also pushed a bone-piercing chill in front of the two of them. And these two people are so helpless that they have to embrace the cold that makes people tired.

Liu Youyao rolled over and lay on the dirt slope, panting. The sand lion raised his paw and kept patting Liu Youyao's chest, as if comforting. But what is behind this dirt slope that can scare a person in the rivers and lakes who looks down on life and death into such a cowardice?