In the wilderness, a man led a horse.

It snowed in the afternoon. Fu Yi's horse galloped wildly for a day, unwilling to run again. Fu Yi dismounted and led it forward. Han Song wrapped his cloak and grasped the leather on the saddle with both hands, feeling his head dizzy and his body numb. Two black jade pendants hung around her neck, rubbing against her skin like a cold spring. She thought it would keep her awake, but when she came back to her senses, she found that her body was sliding down unconsciously.

A hand reached out and gave her a strong hand. Fu Yi stopped his horse and asked, "Tired?" Han Song knew that he couldn't be reckless, so he nodded.

Fu Yi looked around. His cheeks were sunken, his lips were pursed, and he looked much more mature, and finally said, "I just passed by a shack, and we went to borrow it for the night." ”

Han Song wanted to ask about the chasing soldiers, but felt that Fu Yi should know about it. She was tired, so she nodded in acquiescence. Fu Yi turned his horse's head and walked into the wilderness, and after a while, he saw a small shack appear in front of him. The house, which was less than a man's height and could hardly be called a "house", was topped with dry branches and thatch, and was made of bent wood on all sides. Under the cover of the surrounding wild grass and snow, it is almost integrated with the ground.

Fu Yi tied the horse to a thicker beam and dragged it through some branches to block the wind. Han Song found that the wood was buried deep in the earth, and many bare branches grew upward. When you look closely, there is a hint of greenery between the cracked bark, and the shed is actually built with the help of a tree that originally grew on the ground.

There was a black hole inside, Fu Yi bent down to take a look, got into the shed, his steps paused, and he almost retreated, and then said, "Come in." ”

Han Song cautiously walked into the shed and found that it was quite neat and could accommodate three or four people to sit opposite each other. There was a small fire pit made of stones on the ground, and a straw mat was spread on the side. The tree that was used as a beam had a human face carved on it, and the craftsmanship was very clumsy, but it looked quite realistic in the dark, and Fu Yi was taken aback. When you look closely, there are several incomplete clay pots in front of the face, and some black and green grass balls and leaves are placed on the tiles. There was still some shallow ash on the ground.

Fu Yi said: "It's a wild shrine. ”

The straw mat has dried up and faded, and it is sparse when touched. Fu Yi tinkered for a while and lit the fire. Han Song stretched out his hand to the fire and saw that the muddy water and blood water had stained the thin white palm black. She was confused and confused in her heart, just looking at the flames in a daze. After a while, Fu Yi sat down beside her and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I will take you home safely." ”

He didn't say anything, but when he said this, Han Song's tears flowed down his face. Fu Yi was unexpected, didn't know how to persuade him, and sat stiffly on the side. He didn't know that a few days ago, Han Zhi and Han Liu had said similar things. Han Song cried for a while, took a big breath, and said, "If you encounter difficulties, please General Fu take care of himself and leave me alone." ”

She was unfamiliar with the way she spoke here, and she spoke a little jerky. Fu Yi realized after a while, was very surprised, and said, "Don't think nonsense. ”

He also said, "I promised your uncle to take you out, do you think I am a random person who breaks your promise?" ”

He deliberately wanted to appease Han Song, so he lowered his tone and pretended to be angry.

When Han Song heard him say this, he also knew that he had said useless words, so he felt even more frustrated, and said in a low voice: "I believe that General Fu will not leave me." But I think General Fu is a good person. It's not worth it if you're dragged down by me. ”

After a while, he muttered, "The people I met along the way were all good people." ”

Fu Yi heard that she was very sincere, and knew that her relatives and friends were lost, so he couldn't help but be silent. He reached out and touched Han Song's hair, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, my life is very hard, with your ability, you can't kill me." ”

The two said this, and they were invisibly close. Han Song wiped his face clean, and Fu Yi took a complete clay basin and filled it with snow and heated it by the fire. Han Song saw that the face of the tree appeared in the shadow of the firelight, and there was a canopy above his head, which was the appearance of staring. She remembered what Fu Yi had said before, so she asked, "Is this a local god?" ”

Fu Yi said: "I don't know much about the customs of Jingzhou, but I have heard some stories that there is a tree spirit in Danyan. ”

He picked up a ball of grass for the spirit, looked at it for a moment, and baked it by the fire, saying, "It is said that in ancient times, the four sides fell into war. The people here have no support, and they weep all day long.

"There was a young man who lived in a poor family and lived on a tree. The young man had no family, so he spoke to the tree. He said: "I will now defend my homeland and go into battle to kill the enemy, but I have no sharp weapons, and I will not be able to return alive, so I will come to say goodbye to you today." ”

When Han Song heard this, he was very touched and asked, "So the tree appeared and gave him a weapon?" ”

Fu Yi said: "So Shu Tuomeng said to this young man: There are fine stones in the world, which can be forged sharp weapons. I'm going to tell you where it is, but I can't say it outright. Thou shalt cut me down, and my blood shall flow to the place where it gathers, and thou shalt dig down, and thou shalt see the treasure.

So the young man cut down the tree, and green sap flowed from the breach, which did not solidify on the spot, but flowed forward. Flowing down to the top of the mountain, he smeared a piece of rock, and when he dug down, he saw a dark iron that could forge weapons and defeat the enemy. ”

Han Song was dumbfounded when he heard this, and said, "So this place is called Danyan?" ”

He frowned again and said, "But isn't the tree blood green?" ”

Fu Yi was speechless for a while, and said with a wry smile: "There is another saying. ”

Seeing Han Song looking at him, he continued: "It was said that the young man cut down the tree, and green juice flowed out of the breach. But halfway through, when they encountered a stream, they lingered and stopped. Digging down, no treasure was found.

When the young man saw this, he said, "It must be because of the lack of blood in the tree, isn't my blood also blood?" So he cut his wrist and took the blood, and added it to the green blood. Sure enough, the blood crossed the stream and stopped at the foot of the high mountain. Stained red with a patch of rock, accompanied by green fragments. The young man died of blood. When the people saw the vision, they dug down, and sure enough, they got the dark iron, and made swords to drive away the enemy. ”

After listening to this, Han Song knew that Fu Yi saw that she was young, so he hid half of it and didn't tell the whole story. When she heard this, she really felt related, and said: "This story is so unreasonable, the tree spirit knows where the iron mine is, why can't you just say it, it will cost the lives of two people?" ”

And he said, "This tree spirit was supposed to save people, but it killed him." ”

Fu Yi saw that her face was more lively, smiled, and said, "The legend and story make no sense. ”

He handed the hot water in the tiles to Han Song, who drank half of it and handed it back to him. Fu Yi handed her two more green grass balls. Han Song was indeed extremely hungry, but seeing that it was a tribute in front of the tree spirit, he hesitated and said, "This is for the gods." ”

Fu Yi raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that this tree spirit is unreasonable?" ”

Han Song said: "I think I don't have much respect for the master of the offering. ”

Having said that, knowing that etiquette was not as important as her life, she still took a bite of the grass ball, and it tasted like a mixture of bran, dry rice, and wild vegetables. Even if you haven't eaten for a day, you don't feel like you've had an appetite. But I was worried that I wouldn't have a chance to eat after that, so I swallowed the snow water. She remembered that there was jerky on the case at the post station, and she couldn't help but feel like a world away, not to mention her past experiences.

Fu Yi folded a branch in his hand and wrote and drew on the ground, which looked like a map. Soon he painted the pattern off the ground, fiddling with the branches in his hand and began to tap lightly on the empty pot. He tried a few times, and knocked out a few notes that were staggered and low, and it gradually became a tune. Han Song listened silently for a moment, the rhythm was joyful at first, but gradually slowed down, back and forth, full of amazement. Although it is very simple, it has an unfinished meaning. Fu Yi struck a song, and she muttered, "It's like a dream." ”

Fu Yi smiled, threw the branch aside, and said, "Without parting, I don't know that yesterday was happy." ”