Cutting Ice will never forget that day.

It was supposed to be a happy day, a day of joy for the second brother's craftsmanship to finally be appreciated. But everything is different from what Cutting Bing thought. Why did the town's ironsmith impersonate, why did the inspector who should have been a good person take him on the stage to show the public, why did the second brother tell her to pack her luggage, and why did she go to the stage as if she were dead, why are there ghostly black cavalry in the mountains......

When she was pulled in front of her by her second brother to protect her, she closed her eyes in fear, and the sound of a sharp blade cutting through her clothes in her ears, the hands that were desperately holding her were gone.

When he opened his eyes, the second brother was gone, as well as Wang Lun'er, who was blocked by the sword of the white gauze girl, as well as the inspector, the ironcarpenter, and the townspeople gathered around the stage...... Everyone disappeared like ashes under the blade of the black cavalry, and behind the archway at the entrance of Dongjie, there were only ghosts and black cavalrymen who seemed to be spinning around, waving the blades in their hands.

And the white gauze girl who killed the second brother and Wang Lun'er, the white horse under her crotch is closing her hooves, and the oblique angle stops under the archway, as if she intends to cut the ice to survive.

Cutting Bing saw the white gauze girl raising the slender and elegant scimitar in her hand, the hollow drum sound came from afar, and a gust of yin wind poured into the archway.

Cutting Bing's heartbeat stopped for a beat, and when he raised his eyes again, the cavalry in the entire Xiating Bazaar stopped their horses, raised the weapons in their hands, and turned their heads in the direction of Bing Cutting with a brush.

Ah——!h

She screamed in fear, the second brother, her father, her eldest brother and sister-in-law, no one was by her side, these, these terrible monsters, what the hell is going on......

She ran desperately, raising her two thin legs with rounded joints, and the jaw mountain road in front of her narrowed and narrowed, until it finally reached a width that could only accommodate one car.

She couldn't take it anymore and put her hands on her knees, breathing heavily. There was a burning pain in my lungs, and my calves began to tremble. She felt a little dizzy, and the scene in front of her turned into a blurry ghost.

Finally, she looked back—only the stone pavement that stretched to this point, flanked by grey stone walls and green trees.

Whew-

She let out a sigh of relief, slid down on the ground with her back against the stone wall, her consciousness began to blur, and her hands and feet seemed to be poured into 10,000 catties of lead......

......

"Did you tell this story to the people in the county?"

On the Jaw Mountain Road, two people and a donkey, the little girl sat in front of the young man, and from time to time remembered to clamp the donkey's belly with her calf, and the speed was not fast.

Of course, she told the story to the people in the county, whether it was the husband's house where she stayed or the errand of the county yamen, no one was willing to spend two or three days walking into the deep mountains for the sake of a little girl's nonsense.

The black cavalry and the white gauze woman and the people disappeared when they were cut down, and in any case, it was too bizarre.

If, in a few days, the gentleman would send her home, and the official would go to the inspector to get back the borrowed men, then they would have entered the mountain, and they would have believed it—and they would regret that they had not listened to her earlier.

However, Cutting Bing didn't want to wait until that time, every night and one day, she felt that she was farther away from her second brother and the people in the town. Besides, although there are not many people passing by from the mountain road this season, there are always them, and I don't know if they have encountered strange things when they walk to the rest pavilion, and how the people they meet will end up.

The national teacher is safe, and the news that he wants to take advantage of the road to the mountain and the nine-inch cliff in the west gave her hope. If the great master of the Inch Cliff who has learned through the six gates and has the power to reach the sky, he must know what is going on in this mountain - even if he doesn't know, he must not be afraid of the black cavalry and the white gauze girl.

But the young man with a good skin behind her made her a little suspicious. Maybe it's because there are people in my heart who are blind, and it's not so easy to be blind when I look at others.

is a dignified teacher, and I can't tell that a little girl is telling the truth or falsehood.

Cutting Bing was a little too lazy to argue, anyway, he was going to pass through the pavilion. Thinking like this, she clamped the donkey's belly again, wanting to arrive quickly.

"Blame the poor, don't mess with it. Zhuang Zuo, who was riding behind, touched the donkey's buttocks comfortingly, and shook his short tail twice.

Along the way, he was figuring out the way the national teacher treated people, of course, the little girl in front of him didn't know what the national teacher was supposed to be, Zhuang Zuo just wanted to form a set pattern earlier, so as not to return to the Cunya Dao altar in the future, and then let people see the clues.

In his impression, the dignified national teacher is such a joke-loving, somewhat clumsy person - of course, as a national teacher who balances the world, Rong Shi has a set of things for the public, and is not inferior to any master in the power field, but Zhuang Zuo always believes that the former is his real personality, the one who protects the helpless orphan as a little junior brother, the one who gives the sword the name "Yuan Mao" in order to ridicule him, the old guy who is greedy for youth and childlike innocence.

Zhuang Zuo himself is not such a person, but he longs for such a person and prefers such a person.

It was only when he finally relied on imitation to become such a person this time, and when he relied on his memories to analyze how Rong Shi acted and how to express his feelings in the quiet night, that he felt more that the life he really wanted to live was so dark, how inhibiting and disadvantaged, and how dazzling such clumsiness and jokes were.

The national teacher has gone, Zhuang Zuo chose to carry his burden, but he couldn't bring his freedom and ease.

......

In the middle of the night, Chen Jiebing, who was sitting in front of Zhuang Zuo, was already yawning one after another, and his little head sank again and again as if he were pecking rice. Zhuang Zuoxin had a trace of pity, he himself could stay up and rush overnight, but this little girl who was growing her body ...... And this donkey, heh, that means that the donkey is not yet able to endure hardship for me?

That's it, let's take a break tonight.

Zhuang Zuozhen felt that he had changed as a person, if it was before, how could he ask for trouble to send this nonsense Nizi back to the mountains, and how would he delay a night's trip for the well-being of the beasts under his crotch. I learned from this national teacher, and it was really in place. He shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The gray-skinned donkey slowed down as if reading his thoughts, and finally stopped at a large isolated bluestone, behind which there was no light all year round, and it was a small clearing with no vegetation to grow.

Zhuang Zuo turned over and got off the donkey, and when he stopped slowly, Chen Jiebing on the donkey's back was already asleep with a snort, her little face was buried in the mane on the donkey's neck, the tip of her nose was scratched a little, and her little brow was slightly wrinkled twice.

There is no wind behind the bluestone, but at this time of year, the night is still very cold. So Zhuang Zuo took down the simple wooden hairpin from the back of his head, and with a flash of golden light, the two-finger-long wooden hairpin turned into a two-foot-three-inch long round-stemmed lattice sword.

The girl who was sleeping on the side was a little uncomfortable by the flash of light at that moment, and her round shoulders trembled slightly. Zhuang Zuo handed the sword to his right hand, and stroked the top of the girl's head twice with his free left hand.

The girl instantly calmed down, her lips pursed like petals, and her brows stretched.

In her dream, there was a fierce dragon rolled out with the golden disc, and opened the bloody mouth to swallow her, it was the second brother wearing the golden armor of the dragon slayer, cutting off the dragon head with a knife, and touching her head with the white jade onion like a cool and delicate hand, telling her not to be afraid.

Zhuang Zuo didn't know what he had become in Chen Jiebing's dream, so he pulled out the Yuanmao sword from its sheath, drew a big circle in the open space behind the bluestone, and added three circles of engraved talismans outside the circle. When the last circle of runes also connected end to end, the great circle shimmered, and the outer three circles of runes rotated accordingly.

After doing all this, Zhuang Zuo put the round grass back into the sheath, and made a sword finger with his right hand, and wiped it horizontally from the head of the sword to the tail of the sword.

Zhuang Zuo used a wooden hairpin to wrap a few strands of hair around it and fixed it at random at the back of his head. There are not many people in the world who recognize this round grass long sign, but everyone who recognizes this sword knows that it is he Zhuang Zuo who makes the sword. After asking the senior in the bamboo house to transform himself into Rongshi's appearance, Zhuang Zuo thought about throwing away this sword to prevent future troubles, after all, he returned to the Cunya Dao Altar one day, and all of them knew the Yuanmao Sword.

But he couldn't be ruthless after all, after all, this was the only thought left to him by the national teacher.

Zhuang Zuo Mosuo twice the wooden pimple on the hairpin, maybe this is the last time to draw a talisman with it. He sighed softly, took the little girl off the donkey's back with both hands, gently placed her in the big circle, and led the donkey to a tree outside the clearing to find a tree that was not thick or thin.

The donkey snorted twice and hung its head to nibble on the grass, as if it was not in a hurry to sleep.

Zhuang Zuo stroked the hair on its neck, turned around and returned to the big circle.

The three talismans outside the circle are still turning, a fire, a retreat, a small concealment, a faint light, a little dazzling in the thick night of no stars and moon. Zhuang Zuo walked into the circle, sat down cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

A young man, a child, and three talismans disappeared in an instant. The dust moved slightly, and the donkeys grazing on the side raised their hooves in fright.

......

Early in the morning, Cutting Bing opened his somewhat slimy eyes, stretched his waist, and saw that the national teacher had brought a donkey and was waiting on the side. All she remembered was lying on the donkey's neck......

It's strange that in this mountain wilderness, I still sleep soundly. As if thinking of something, he opened his two sleeves, and carefully examined his thin and white arms inch by inch, ...... There are no traces of mosquito bites.

"Why don't you hurry up, how long do you want me to wait for you, a little girl who talks nonsense?"

Zhuang Zuo folded the rope tied to the donkey in his hand a few times, and said in the tone of Rongshi in his memory - this is almost the original words, but the "little girl" in it should be replaced with "boy".

He got up, patted the dust on his buttocks, and ran to the donkey in two steps.

This national teacher has real skills. In her imagination, last night it was the national teacher who conjured up the house out of thin air, with a bed and a quilt, no wind leakage and no insects, maybe there was a spell for sleeping, otherwise why would I sleep so dead...... Maybe it's because the great teacher of Cunya is too powerful among the people, and it seems natural that he can do this kind of thing.

That is, after personally experiencing - although in fact it is delusional - the supernatural powers under the crown of this national teacher, Cutting Bing is even more convinced that he is the one who can break the black cavalry, kill the white yarn girl, rescue the second brother, and save the town. That's why I'm so well-behaved and sensible in the morning.

Zhuang Zuo smiled in surprise, after all, since the first meeting yesterday, this little girl owes respect for her shortcomings and great masters.

"Come on. ”

He got on the donkey and reached out to pick up Chen Jiebing.