"Third uncle, it's me."

As Fan Jijiao lost his patience, a familiar voice came from behind the bushes. Fan Ji heard the sound, put down the bow and arrow, and scolded in a calm voice: "Come out." Then he saw his niece Mingyun come out from behind the bushes, her face a little pale.

"Did you say that you are not allowed to enter and leave the school yard in the backyard at will, where have you learned the usual rules?" Fan Jishu handed the bow to the attendant on the side, and his tone was no longer as fierce as just now.

Mingyun only stared at Fan Ji with a white face, and couldn't say a word for a long time. The wailing and mourning sound was endless, in the night, miserable and desperate, the bloody air blew with the cold wind, as if the night was dyed with a layer of red mist, and Fan Ji shot stood there with the firelight on his back, the jumping shadow hit his face, fluttering strangely, like a demon crawling out of hell.

At this time, Mingyun caught a glimpse of the bloody corner of the field from the gap in the railing, couldn't help but widen his eyes, and covered his mouth with his hand. The bloody scene made her feel terrible, as if the blood was flowing backwards. The groans of pain and the biting bark of vicious dogs kept coming, and Mingyun unconsciously took a step back, and it was like a voice from hell.

Fan Jijiao looked at Mingyun's staring and covering his mouth, and actually laughed and asked, "Are you afraid?" ”

At this moment, Fan Ji's smile made Mingyun feel extremely terrifying. Afraid? Of course she was afraid, and dared to ask who could not be afraid. As long as she was a person, she thought, she should feel scared. She didn't answer the question, but just asked, "Uncle, are they all guilty?" She felt her voice tremble, it was fear, it was anger.

"What, Ah Yun is going to intercede for these things?" Fan Ji asked.

Mingyun looked at Fan Ji's eyes and said, "If it's not a capital crime, beg my uncle to let them go." ”

Fan Jishu looked at such a nephew and daughter, and felt more and more interesting, he took a step forward, and Mingyun immediately took a step back. Fan Jichu laughed and said, "You are the first person to plead with me for some subordinates." ”

Mingyun raised his face and asked, "Didn't your uncle agree?" ”

"How could it be, my niece opened her mouth, how could my uncle not agree. It's just a little strange. In the past, I always felt that Ah Yun was like a mother. Looking at it now, it's just that you look like you, but in terms of personality, you are a little more like your father. Fan Ji smiled and waved his hand at the people below, motioning for them to release the servants and maids who were still alive in the field. It's just that most of those servants and maidservants are already half-dead, and if no one heals them, they won't last long.

Mingyun watched the people in the audience being carried away one by one, and felt a little relieved. When the last living person left the school grounds, Mingyun gave Fan Ji a salute and then walked away quickly. Mingyun walked behind the bushes, glanced at the woman who was shivering in the corner, grabbed her wrist and began to sprint all the way. It wasn't until he walked to a no-man's land that Mingyun stopped.

Mingyun let go of his hand, turned his head, stared at Xian Yu Nu's face, and asked, "You are not from our Jin Kingdom, you are also from Xian Yu." Who are you? ”

Xianyu touched her cheek, lowered her head, covered one of her eyes, and then fell to her knees in the snow, suppressed her voice, and cried in a low voice.

Seeing this, Mingyun also squatted down. She looked at the woman's grief-stricken appearance, and didn't know what to say to comfort her for a while, and seeing that she was crying miserably, she reached out and touched the back of the Xianyu girl.

"Did you know anyone in the paddock just now?" Mingyun asked softly and carefully.

Xian Yu Nu raised her head, quickly wiped away her tears, and said, "No." They are just our unfortunate compatriots. She paused, hesitated, and said, "Although they don't know their surnames, they are all Xianyu warriors. She looked at Mingyun, bowed to Mingyun, and said, "Thank you for saving me, concubine Xuepo, I don't know-" Xianyu didn't finish speaking, and suddenly saw the golden short knife pinned to Mingyun's waist, and was stunned for a moment, her eyes stared straight at the knife, and her hands touched it uncontrollably.

Mingyun was also taken aback, quickly pressed Xian Yunu's hand, and said vigilantly: "What are you going to do?" ”

Xian Yu Nu came back to her senses and hurriedly said: "I have no malicious intentions, really not, I just want to see this knife." Noble, let me see this knife. ”

Mingyun glanced at Xian Yu Nu suspiciously, and asked, "Why do you want to see it?" But for what reason? ”

Xian Yu Nu looked at this knife and cried again, two lines of tears fell down, and her wet cheeks were blown red by the cold wind. "Because, this knife was originally made by me with money."

Shiyi, the northern part of the Jin Dynasty

In the north of the country, the cold mountains are covered with snow. The cold light flashed on the top of the trees in the mountains and forests, and the cold crossbow arrows were ready to be fired on the chest, and the tips of the arrows pointed directly at the neck of the target dozens of meters away. The tip of the arrow moves left and right in response to the target's movements, but the arrow is slow to fire.

Behind the crossbow arrows were a pair of half-squinted eyes, and the black pupils were full of hatred and murderous intent. As long as the fingers move slightly, the person on the other side will definitely fall into the deep stream and fall to pieces.

Just move your fingers slightly.

Ziji licked her lips, and her breathing became rapid. At this moment, he was hidden in the forest, and Dong Anyu, a minister of the Zhao family, was standing beside a deep stream in the mountain village to visit the mountain people. Dong Anyu's current position is simply wonderful, just standing in front of the abyss, as long as the crossbow arrow hits him, Ziji believes that the momentum of the arrow will definitely pull him to the bottom of the cliff. With a single arrow, he could destroy an enemy and cut off the left and right hands that the Great Sect relied on at the same time. Rare opportunity, a heart thumping in the chest.

After a long time, with a very unwilling sigh, Ziji withdrew his crossbow arrow, jumped down from the tree, his face was gloomy, and his clenched fist slammed down into the snow. If it weren't for the wrong timing and too many entanglements, it would have ended his life.

Ziji took a deep look at the opposite side through the dense forest, and then went down the mountain from the path.

Dozens of meters away, Dong Anyu was unaware and was still questioning the mountain people. He was tall and straight, wearing a simple gray robe, with a dignified face, and his expression was solemn and dignified. There were dozens of mountain people standing around him, all with happy faces, and at this time, they were telling Dong Anyu one by one about the strategies for improving the life of the mountain village. Every time they say something, if it is reasonable, Dong Anyu will ask the little officials to write it down carefully; If it is unreasonable, Dong Anyu will also point out the unreasonableness on the spot. When the mountain people heard this, they were all convinced, and not one of them was angry and noisy because the plan was not adopted.

Ziji hunted a deer on the way down the mountain, and after going down the mountain, he wrote a letter on a large bluestone at the foot of the mountain with deer blood as ink, with the tip of an arrow as a pen, and a silk silk prepared in advance. After writing, the silk silk was carefully sealed into a small bamboo tube and whistled in the direction of the forest.

The whistle is loud and rhythmic. As soon as the whistle fell, an eagle chirped in the air. When I looked up, I saw an eagle hovering in the air, and then swooping down in the direction of Ziji. Zijigao raised his left forearm and watched a pair of eagle talons fall steadily and clasp his arm. This is a messenger eagle who has been following Ziji for more than three years, and is named "Hurricane".

Ziji touched the feathers of the wind and said, "I'm tired of you sending a letter again." Before each letter, Ziji would feed the wind a good meal, and he would cut off the best parts of the deer with a dagger and feed them to the wind one by one. After the wind was satisfied, Ziji carefully tied the small bamboo tube to the wind's legs, shook his arm, and released the wind. The wind swirled in the air before spun off in a southerly direction.

After Ziji came down from the mountain, he went to the market as usual and bought some things before returning to the yard. When Ziji returned to the yard, he found that Le Du was secretly packing his bags in the house. His injuries are still very early to heal, and such a lifeless posture shows the depth of his obsession. Ziji didn't want to persuade anything anymore, and after looking at the door for a while, he hurriedly went out again.

The next day, on the outskirts of Shiyi City

The cold mountains are covered with snow, and the long rivers are frozen. On the southern outskirts of Shiyi, there is an old parting pavilion on the lonely beach. There was a large willow tree standing next to the pavilion, which had been burned by fire, and its branches were blackened, and it had long since died for an unknown number of years. It was lifeless, but now there was fresh snow pressing the branches, and a layer of white ice and snow was pressed on the originally blackened dead branches, which inexplicably added a bit of vividness. At this time, there was no one in the parting pavilion, but there was a pile of firewood scattered on the ground, as if someone had thrown it in from outside the pavilion at random. A scurrying little red fox scurried past the pavilion, leaving two rows of claw marks in the snow. "Crunch, crunch", the sound of stepping on the snow came from the rear, and it approached in the direction of the pavilion.

"Count yourself lucky, I don't want to catch you today." Ziji weighed the weight of the pheasant in his hand, withdrew the bow and crossbow that was ready to fire, and the little fox had already jumped into the bushes and disappeared. He came to the pavilion, crouched down, gathered the firewood on the ground, gathered them into a campfire, drew the short dagger from his waist, and quickly disposed of the pheasant that had just been hunted. Lighting a firewood pile and skewering a long branch for the pheasant, he sat down casually on the floor, holding his chin while roasting the chicken. Huowang chicken is fat, and under the patient flipping, the golden crispy meat skin is dripping with oil beads. Ziji calculated the time, and when the pheasant was ripe, the person he had been waiting for for most of the day also appeared. Raising his eyes and looking along the long river beach, from a distance, I saw Le Du carrying a bag and leading an old horse towards this side, he used a hood and a cloth towel to half-cover his head and face, and deliberately lowered his head when walking, for fear that someone on the border would pass by and identify his Xianyu identity.

The north wind was howling all the time, and Le Du wrapped his hood tightly and walked with difficulty against the wind. The road ahead is dangerous, and the only one who embarks on this road of life and death is with a hot blood-colored obsession. He knew what he wanted to do, and he knew what kind of danger he was going to face, and the kindness he owed was no longer repaid, and the only thing he could do was not to drag it down. Besides, the people of the border city hate Xianyu people deeply, and they hate not being able to eat flesh and blood. When he was recuperating from his injuries, he hid in the house every day and was fortunately unknown, but now that his health is getting better, if he is discovered by the side people, it will definitely bring a lot of trouble to the gentleman and the gentleman. So last night he left a letter of resignation, and secretly left when there were few people in the starry night.