Xue Xian took a look when he came out of the house, and sure enough, it was Ziji.

Ziji was standing by the well with his back to him, and an empty bucket was poured at his feet. The sun was setting in the west, and the glow was sprinkled everywhere, which was originally peaceful and quiet, but at this moment, the red glow shrouded Ziji's body, but anger and hatred rose.

Ziji's fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were tense and white. He had countless nightmares, and the dreams were all the same. That day, that moment, replayed in his mind over and over again. Desperate but real scenes tormented him day and night, whipped him. In his dreams, when the sharp iron arrow was shot at him, he was always stiff and unable to move as if he were tied to a copper pillar, and when the sharp light of the cold light was about to pierce his neck, the gentle figure would pounce in front of him and block the arrow for him with his body. Screaming, crying, trembling, despair, sadness! This bloody dream, it's a dream, it's not a dream.

Time and space seemed to freeze, Ziji's breathing was deep and rapid, and his chest rose and fell. It's been three years, it's been three years, but he has never forgotten that scene at that time, he remembers every detail clearly, and it appears in his mind countless times, over and over again, whether it is awake or in a dream. That assassination was not just an assassination, it was a brutal cannibalism.

Although his background gave him nobility in status and luxury in life, it also allowed him to see the most sinister human heart.

Xue Xian stood on the top of the stone steps and cautiously called out his name tentatively: "Ziji." ”

Time and space were silent, Ziji didn't say a word, and after a while, he suddenly moved, and went straight out. His eyes were red, his eyes were full of hatred, and when he walked beside Xue Xian, he was grabbed by Xue Xian's arm.

Xue Xian frowned tightly and whispered, "What do you want to do?" "Although Xue Xian is famous for his medical skills, he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he seems to be gentle and weak, but in fact he has amazing strength.

Ziji struggled for a while, but did not struggle.

"What are you going to do alone?" Xue Xian clasped Ziji tightly with one hand, his knuckles faintly white, "What can you do alone?" You obviously know that Dong Anyu is just a spear in his Zhao Ying's hand. This is Shiyi, Shangdi County, not your Handan City. ”

Ziji was silent and clenched his teeth, his upper and lower teeth rubbing against each other, gurgling. The corners of his eyes were red and his dark eyes were like deep pools, and he looked closely at the dead trees in front of him, but his gaze did not fall on point.

Xue Xian continued, his voice deep and powerful: "I know you hate, you are eager for revenge, I won't stop you, but now is not a good time." Dong Anyu, at best, he is a soldier holding a spear and moving with orders. The lord has worries, and it is the duty of the retainers to seek relief for the lord, and then there is a decision. Although Dong Anyu is the conspirator, he is not the mastermind. When the spear comes, we will let Ge go. You are Handan Shaojun, a small marshal in the formation. A soldier against each other, there is no reason for the general to take risks in person! Also, don't forget the purpose of our trip. ”

Ziji's fist was still clenched tightly, and for a long time, he punched the edge of the well, his undulating breath brought out a cloud of white gas, and he said with hatred: "I understand, I haven't forgotten." He faced the deep well, the shadow of the water in the deep well of the black hole swayed with cold light, invisibly as if there was a pair of cold hands, around his neck, as if he was about to pull his soul into the darkness, "Someday, someday..."

There was a dull pain between the knuckles, and there was a faint red spread on the eaves of the well made of thick stones.

It snowed again. The snow is getting denser and denser, and it is flying one after another, and it is impossible to see the sky. The heavy snow lasted for several hours, and when the snow stopped, the lights of the people in the city had been extinguished.

The night is deep, a round of faint half moon shallow hanging low, withered trees falling snow, faintly there is a faint owl ghost. The thick snow covered the tiled roof, and in the silent night, I embraced the faint and cold moonlight.

Ziji still hadn't slept, sitting under the window, his head against the eaves, his back against the wall. The cold wind squeezed in through the cracks in the window, whining sharply. He held a purple bamboo flute in his hand, which was cherished and valued. Bamboo is cold, in the cold night of midwinter, it feels cold to the bone, but when I hold it, I feel that it is hot, like a blood-like temperature.

His mother was good at music and especially fond of flute sound. This bamboo flute was made by herself. He often dreamed of his mother, she always stood in the corridor pavilion and water pavilion, sitting elegantly behind the small desk through the bamboo curtain, calling his name with a gentle smile, and whenever he wanted to get closer, the dream began to collapse. The time that used to be a broken and fragmented painting kept coming to his mind, in a distorted and cracked posture.

The outer window was piled with a thick layer of snow, slightly tilted to the head, and through a thin ray of moonlight, you could see the fluffiness and haze of the new snow. On the couch, Zigu and Zizhang were already asleep, or seemed to be asleep.

A muffled cough came from the neighboring house next door, it was Ledu. Ledu coughed for a while, his voice hoarse and hissing.

The night was quiet, so Ziji could hear clearly. He suddenly wanted to go to Xunledu and talk for a while.

Zizhang slept soundly in the room, and the sound of deep and long breathing rose and fell. Ziji stood up gently, and when he walked to the door, there was a sound of rustling on the bed behind him, only to hear Zigu shout quickly in a very light voice: "Senior brother." ”

Ziji's hand was pressing on the door, and he would not push it. He tilted his head slightly. The room was too dark to see the faces clearly, and I could only see a hazy approximation, and the people were holding their arms.

Ziji said in a low voice: "Don't worry." He turned around and pushed the door.

"Eh-" Zigu whispered softly and called again.

"Don't worry," Ziji repeated, his tone heavy. Zizhang turned over and muttered, Zigu didn't speak again, only kept his posture and looked at Ziji.

The silence of the two men staggered in the darkness. After a few breaths, Zigu lay back, turned over, turned his back to Ziji, and half-covered his head.

"Crunch—" The old wooden door made a tooth-souring sound.

The door opened softly and closed softly.

As soon as he got out of the house, the cold wind came to his face without saying anything, and he went straight to the neck. On the night after the snow, even the canopy of the sky has a cold air. The snow in the yard is thick, the dead trees and silver flowers, the soft and delicate white of the hazy world, shining brightly under the cold moon.

Ziji took a deep breath of cold air and exhaled it again, his breath was warm, but his eyes were cold. He raised his hand and spread his palm towards the starry sky in the southwest, and along this direction, hundreds of miles away, was the stormy Jin capital Xinjiang.

The most merciless place breeds the most ruthless.

Suddenly clenched his palms, Ziji swore that one day, the blood debt owed to me will be repaid!

Burn a lamp and light up a room of dusk. The flames on the thin wick jumped restlessly, and the figure reflected on the wall was also stretched for a short time. Next to the small desk, Le Dufa sat cross-legged, his head tilted sideways, his eyes fixed on the flame. His dark pupils swayed in the light of the fire, and he let out a long sigh, his tail trembling.

"Rubbish! I'm a piece of shit! Utter rubbish! Ledu cursed himself in a low voice, his head still tilted sideways, tears in his eyes. He licked his chapped lips, as if they were bloody.

"As a general, I can't hold the city. In charge, I couldn't protect my people, they set fire to my mansion, and the rest burned to death, only Ah Ji and his younger sister escaped. But, but that's it, I can't even protect them, and I can't do anything about watching them being taken away from me! He paused, clutching the string of agate beads on his wrist tightly, and a tear hit his knuckle.

Ziji sat opposite Ledu, his fingers constantly pressing his eyebrow bone. He pursed the corners of his mouth, his face was slightly sideways, and the shadows of the lights and shadows carefully outlined the outline of his eyebrows and jaws, revealing a bit of gloomy restlessness.

Ledu hung his head and whispered: "Now I have nothing to do except live like a cheap life, I have nothing to do now." ”

The two rows of back teeth on the left side of Ziji grinded low, and the two eyes drooped shallowly, dark and deep under the lamp, and he watched as the tears rolled down from the tiger's mouth of Ledu, and disappeared in the dimness into the shadows. Ziji was silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice: "Life is enough." Think about those who have hatred but no life, at least you still have a life, whether you live or die, revenge or give up, it's all up to you. If you want to give birth, when you get better, I can have someone send you back to Xianyu. But if you are persistent, you should know that the road ahead is difficult and dangerous, nine deaths without a lifetime, once this hero succeeds, it will definitely be gone. ”

Le Du raised his head, laughed sadly, laughed and lowered his head and sighed and whispered: "If you don't return, you will be injured, and you will not have much life." If I can find them back, I am willing to die. ”

Ziji replied to Le Du: "Then, how do you know her."

Are you still alive? ”

Ledu froze for a moment, his expression obviously unwilling to face the question, and his expression became very painful for a moment. He straightened his back with two hands, and tightened his fingertips into a fist on the desk, the sound was not loud, but it was a little piercing to listen to in the silent night. He muttered in a determined and panicked tone, "No." ”

Ziji asked, "What if?" ”

Ledu gasped for a moment, then suddenly raised his voice and roared: "No if, no!" They won't! They must be waiting for me to save them. ”

Ziji also stood up and looked at him, his voice was still deep: "Save people? How do you save? With your own strength, you can't save anyone, and if you go, you can only die. ”

Ledu said: "I have made up my mind, and I will not be afraid to die. What a pity for a cheap life, even if I die, I will die on the way to save them. ”

Ziji looked at Le Du fixedly, and then laughed: "Since I am determined to do so, I will not say more." He patted twice calmly on Ledu's big arm, and pressed his shoulder to signal him to sit back: "Brother Ledu, you sit." After the two of them sat down first, Ziji said with a straight face: "Brother Ledu, these days, I haven't hidden it from you, and you also know that Jin Kingdom is my mother country." Xianyu and Jin have been at war all year round, and there is a national feud between you and me, but after all, we have known each other I really can't bear to go to danger alone, big brother, maybe I can send someone to help you. ”