The wind and sand are heavy, and the night is very cold, even if there is a lot of hay on the ** bed, the three grandfathers are so cold that they are curled up into a ball. Feng Li was reflecting on whether revenge was really so important in his heart, you must know that in the past two years, the three grandfathers have caressed him as their own grandson, and kept everything good for themselves, which also made him still have good physical development and outstanding temperament in the Jiatu camp.

In the wind centrifugation, Jia Tu killed his parents, and his heart was more sad and helpless. A child understands what hatred is and what sorrow is. As long as there are no parents, they are helpless and helpless, the love and warm thoughts of their parents, and the loneliness when looking up at the stars at night. Over the years, Grandpa Chen has calmed the sadness in his heart with their love, the child always knows how to be satisfied, and their love makes him feel warm even on the ** board without any bedding, so he can't watch them weaken and be indifferent.

The Gatu camp is not unbreakable, and they have not had any crooked thoughts in the past few years, and the Gatu people have not taken strict care of them, so it is not impossible for them to leave. After telling the three grandfathers their thoughts, they all shook their heads, not to mention whether they could escape or not, they and the others did not have any direction map, and after they went out, they were easy to be killed. In addition, the three of them are not in good health, and they don't have that body at all. Feng Li knew that the three of them didn't want to drag themselves down, so they didn't say more, but they worked harder when they worked, and after finishing the stable, they went to the dormitory, trying to share all their work.

There are a lot of knives in Jiatu, so Feng Li is more diligent in practicing knife techniques, and you must know that escaping is not just a physical activity. In the past few years, he has observed the soldiers of Gatu for a long time, and he has incorporated a lot of his own ideas, absorbed the simplicity of Gatu, and added the lightness of his own body technique, which is more light and fast. For his favorite swordsmanship, it is more practiced night and night, the yellow sand and night wind of Jiatu are his teachers, the vast night sky makes the swordsmanship of Fengli contain atmosphere, awe-inspiring, cold and domineering, the kind of domineering that is exclusive to me in the world. Under the night sky, in the quiet night, a person quietly started fighting, in order to avoid the soldiers patrolling the night from discovering that Fengli's swordsmanship was silent and sharp, and in such a special environment, he achieved the death swordsmanship that made Jiatu's heart chill in the future. This has to be said to be a trick of fate, and practicing the archery technique that makes Jiatu frightened in the place of Jiatu really makes Jiatu speechless.

It is gratifying that this year Fengli finally saw Shentu, it turned out that Shentu had been on an errand in the royal court in the past few years, and he had only recently returned to the barracks. Feng Li worked hard to calm the restlessness in his heart, and finally calmed down and lay quietly on his own board. made a plan, as long as Shen Tu returned to the barracks, then he had time, there would always be opportunities, and he was not in a hurry. Now the most important thing is to exercise his small body and practice martial arts, Shen Tu as a school captain, his martial arts are definitely not general, and his own body may not be enough for others to move.

As a result, the sword wind in the dark night became more urgent, completely based on Shen Tu, and the intensive offensive attacked him. Poor Shentu didn't know that in someone's mind, he had been broken into pieces and only a skeleton. Feng Li imagined that Shentu would come up with all kinds of moves that he couldn't parry, and he would be required to complete all kinds of impossible actions in the limit. Specifically, that Shentu is an omnipotent god in the eyes of Fengli, the god of heaven descends to earth, heroic and invincible, the first in the world, and he has to work ten times more than a hundred times ten times ten times to defeat him, the cold wind is howling, and only the night sky of Jiatu witnesses the young man who grew up under the starry sky, perseverance, and loneliness.

The heart is full of heartache, and it is impossible to sleep, and only through the deeper exhaustion and pain of the guò body can relieve it. When the exhaustion of the body reaches the limit of unbearable, even if you repeatedly break through your potential, you can no longer bear it, the body's self-protection and cultivation function automatically appears, and Fengli falls into a deep sleep. In this way, in the continuous torture and self-breakthrough of the self, the knife of the wind, with the wind, with the night, with the moonlight, slowly grows little by little, with incredible growth, slowly towards perfection.

Time passed quietly, Fengli is now a young man with a long body, delicate eyebrows, a pretty nose, moist lips, delicate fluff on his face, the whole person is handsome and delicate, and his temperament is cold and quiet, like a green pine on a lonely cliff, and like a snow lotus at night, exuding his own beauty. The wind and sand of Jiatu did not add half a point of color to Fengli, such as a jade face, beautiful as the fairy who came out of the painting, such a stunning appearance brought him a lot of trouble. There are no women in the army, and many Jiatu soldiers are salivating for such a beautiful face, but fortunately, Fengli's martial arts have not been practiced in vain over the years, and those people are all blue noses and swollen faces go back, and they are happy to continue after they are good. Feng Li was annoyed by this, and stepped up his plan to deal with Shen Tu in his heart, striving to leave as soon as possible.

In the evening, Feng Li touched the bags all over his body, a short knife, a small circle of rope, and a dagger, which were all the property left to him by the three grandfathers before they died, which was hidden in the Jiatu camp over the years. Feng Li is leaving, this is what everyone knows, this little thing is far from enough, but it is their best effort. Just last winter, the three grandfathers died one after another, and they lost their relatives again, which made Fengli feel that this winter in Jiatu was particularly cold and frozen.

Tonight is Gatu's celebration party, celebrating a small victory the day before. Feng Li waited for this opportunity. Carefully avoiding patrols and secret sentinels, Feng Li came to Shentu's tent to squat. Due to the party, the wind left very lightly and entered the tent.

The celebration lasted until late at night, and Shen Tu staggered into the tent. He left relatively early, the guards had not returned, there was no fighting, and everyone was not so nervous. As a qualified leader, Shen Tu has never been completely drunk, and seven points of drunkenness is the limit.

Groggily falling on the **, Feng Li was holding a short knife behind the curtain, and at such a close distance, he could see Shen Tu's nostrils one by one. I have imagined the image of assassinating Shentu countless times, but I never expected such a situation, and a drunk Shentu can undoubtedly greatly increase the chances of success.

Like a predatory leopard, quietly watching its prey, the wind is waiting, waiting for the moment when Shentu is about to fall asleep is the most relaxing moment. There is only one chance, to be quiet, Feng Li doesn't think he can rush out in the midst of thousands of troops, even if they are all drunk.

Shen Tu, who was already drunk, was finally ready to fall asleep after a quarter of an hour, when suddenly a chill hit, and a shallow blood mark crossed his neck, and he only had time to open his eyes. A young man in brown clothes stood beside him, looking at him with cold eyes. When did he come, how did he come, why did he come here, and what did he want to do? He raised his hand to question him, but as soon as he raised it, he found that he couldn't make a sound. With this struggle, the blood on his neck surged, his head tilted, and his hand fell weakly! This boy is a Mia, and Mia is only a slave in the army, is he a slave or is he lurking? How can a slave be so skilled? What does he want to do, what mission does he have, what actions do the Mia people do? He couldn't think about it, and he couldn't inform his colleagues. His pupils dilated, and he watched the wind disappear from the corners of his brown clothes. Even until he died, he thought that this young man was Mia's spy, and he never thought that this young man came to him on purpose, and he was the only purpose of the young man tonight.

Walking through the loose camp of Gatu, of course, the so-called looseness is due to Feng Li's understanding of the camp and the lightness of his body, plus the reason for tonight's carnival, otherwise Mia's spies would not have disappeared without a trace.

Fengli came to a small dirt bag and kowtowed respectfully to it three times. This is the tomb of three grandfathers. The three grandfathers died less than a week after each other, Fengli dug them out of the mass grave, because this was a plus, and could not be too conspicuous, Fengli had to dig a deep pit to avoid the beast digging the grave, bury the three grandfathers together, and die in the same cave, the three of them are also fateful. The Gatu people would not allow the tombstones of the Mia people on their own territory, and Fengli only buried the tree plaque "Fengli's Grandpa's Tomb" in the dirt bag.

Returning to their roots, I can't bring them back to my hometown.

On the night when he was about to leave Gatu, he came here and quietly talked to his grandfathers. It can be said that in addition to his father and mother, they are the ones who have been by his side for the longest time, and their warm love soothes the grief of his loss and resolves a lot of his resentment. It can be said that if it weren't for these three people, there would definitely not be a complete corpse in Shentu tonight.

The night sky was silent and vast, and only a faint shadow could be seen in the lights of the military camp in the distance. Maybe it's sadness, in this place that is not my hometown, Fengli has a faint sadness, and I feel that this night is so desolate. After kowtowing in front of the grave again, Feng Li turned around and strode away. This is not our home, our hometown, grandfathers, please forgive me! I'm going to go home, but I can't take you with me.

No relatives, no friends, the world is so big, but I am alone, aimless, and dazed to the south, without a destination.

Three days later, Fengli set foot on his homeland again after a five-year absence. Compared with the long yellow sand of Jiatu, Mia, with green mountains and green waters, under the blue sky and white clouds, the wind and forests are bursting, and the birds are flying, which may be the reason why Jiatu wants to go south, in their eyes, this is a fairyland on earth, not to mention that there is plenty of food here, and there are fairies!

Say goodbye to the dry yellow sand and take a deep breath of the air with the freshness of the earth and the fragrance of green grass. This land is so beautiful, such thoughts took root in Fengli's heart. He can now understand the feeling of a wanderer kissing his homeland after being away from his hometown for many years.