The ancient road ascends to the height and looks at the sunset of the long river, the rolling water goes east without returning, the cold light of the golden and silver knives is shining, the yin and yang strategy is driven forward, the reincarnation of eternity hates a few times and looks back, the emperor will be a barren grave, the surging sea of bitterness and the tribulation of red dust, between the thoughts of good and evil, don't call the sky without eyes, but keep the right path in the heart!

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The wind and rain stopped, and a full moon sometimes hung in the air, sometimes hidden behind the clouds.

An old eagle flew by from the moon ago, and under the wingspan was the capital of the Zhengguo of the Northern Dynasty in Zhongzhou: Shangjing Xidu.

It is said that steam rises from a stall selling mutton soup and roasted wheat on Heshun Street in the east of Xidu City, and three or five diners are eating and talking in the grass shed next to it.

An old man among the diners said: "After days of rain, the depression of Nancheng has been flooded, and the Hunjiang River is afraid that it will cause disaster again......

The crowd in the hut lamented when they heard this, and at this moment, they saw only a man flash in front of the stall, and disappeared into the darkness of the back alley in a few steps.

The man gasped roughly, his right hand covered his lower abdomen, blood oozed from between his fingers, he staggered to a small door and pushed the door in, and then reflexively covered the door, holding the door with his left hand, like a deflated ball, his eyes were dilated, and his mouth was "Zhen'er, Zhen'er" was his body limp and collapsed to the ground.

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The sun rose and the moon disappeared, the man sat up from the bed, his right shoulder was in pain, and he looked up at the window with a frown, and sure enough, the clouds were rolling in the sky and a heavy rain was brewing.

"Zhen Er......" The man muttered to himself, closing his eyes and holding his forehead, all that came out of his mind was Zhen Er's bright eyes.

In his memory, he and Zhen'er met in the border city of the Western Regions, and it took a lot of hard work to return to the Zhengguo of the Northern Dynasty to live in love, and he didn't want to fly a catastrophe, but he was separated forever - "Zhanhong, if I can't accompany you for the rest of my life, you must take good care of yourself, and when I return to dust, you will go to find the person you love again." Zhen'er's voice was still in his ears, Zhanhong was deeply immersed in this memory and couldn't cry, he said silently in his heart: "Silly girl, my lovesickness has become a stubborn disease, and my love is deep and deep, where can I tolerate other women?"

Zhanhong took out the gold embroidered sachet in his arms, this sachet was made by Zhen Er himself, extremely delicate and ingenious, the gold silk embroidered with fine lines, and in this sachet was a wisp of green silk of Zhanhong's deceased wife Zhen'er.

He caressed the gold-embroidered sachet with his hand, as if he could feel that Zhen'er was still by his side.

Suddenly, he suddenly heard the neighing of horses in the backyard, so Zhanhong retracted his thoughts, put on his clothes and walked to the backyard stable.

I saw a strong white horse in the stable, more than nine feet high, with an equal neck and body, holding high like a phoenix, and his mane was better than snow. When the white horse saw Zhanhong walking in front of him, he meekly bowed his head and pressed it on Zhanhong's face, as if he knew that his master missed his deceased wife and gently comforted him. Zhanhong stroked the horse's head a few times, added the forage and went back to the room to change into clean clothes.

Today, I want to go to Zhen'er's grave to pay respects.

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Zhen Er was buried in Mochizuki Mountain, twenty miles south of Xidu City. The ancient trees of Mochizuki Mountain are towering to the sky, and the Zhenguo Temple located on the mountainside is said to be extremely effective, and the incense is quite prosperous. Zhan Hong rode out of the city, and the breeze was blowing on his face, and he saw that it was full of greenery.

The white horse under Zhanhong's crotch seems to know the master's mind, the four hooves are steady, the pace is unhurried, and he walks leisurely in the forest.

In the blink of an eye, it was noon, Zhanhong only felt that his mouth was dry, and he thought that this old white horse should also drink, so he looked around. Coincidentally, there is a tea shed not far ahead, many pedestrians rest here, both pilgrims who go up the mountain to pray for prayers and traders who walk on their feet, and they are happy to rest and quench their thirst here.

Zhanhong walked to the tea shed, turned over and dismounted, handed the reins to the shopkeeper, and instructed him to treat him well, and then found a table where no one was there and sat down, and asked for a pot of herbal tea and a plate of mung bean cakes. He was eating and drinking, and he could hear the bell of the horse in the distance, and the five men and five horsemen were talking and laughing and had come to the front of the tea shed, and the man at the head was dressed in white, with a Del Custanian scimitar hanging from his waist, and a bow hanging from the saddle, and he was about twenty years old when he looked at the man's face, and his eyebrows were full of arrogance and domineering.

The words spoken by these five people are all dialects of the border cities of the Western Regions, and they are obviously not from the Zhengguo of the Northern Dynasty in Zhongzhou.

The man in white at the head of the group got off his horse, and at a glance he saw the snow-white horse that was tied to the stake.

"It's really a good horse, it must have come from the west, right?" said the man in white in Zhongzhou dialect, looking into the tea shed as he spoke, and finally his gaze stopped on Zhanhong.

The two looked at each other, Zhanhong put down the tea bowl, smiled and nodded gently.

"This horse's body is like snow, like a silver armor cloak, the body is tall and quite humane, and the name is silver armor reflecting snow. The man in white stretched out his hand and touched the neck of the white horse, turned around and said to the four people who were traveling with him.

The four people in the same company hurriedly nodded after hearing this, praising the man in white for being well-informed.

The man in white was also useful, and turned his head proudly to Zhanhong and said, "How many silver taels do you sell?"

Zhanhong was quite different, and after a little hesitation, he asked, "What?"

"Our young master asked you! How much silver taels does this horse sell for? Our young master wants to buy it!" A strong man with a full beard on his face among the four people in the group shouted loudly, although it was also Zhongzhou official dialect, but it also had some Western accents.

Zhanhong replied with a smile after listening: "I don't sell this horse." After that, I didn't want to cause more trouble, so I got up and paid for the tea and went to lead the horse.

Seeing this, the man in white raised his hand to stop the bearded strong man who was still talking, and he slowly moved a few steps forward and said to Zhanhong: "You can make a price, I really like your horse." ”

"Not for sale. Zhanhong said with a smile still on his face.

"I think you want to raise the price, right?" Another of the four people in the same group had two golden gourd hammers pinned to his waist, his face full of disdain: "Zhongzhou people are cunning and treacherous, especially you Zhengguo people." ”

After he said this, many people around him looked at him angrily, but when he saw the bearded man staring, he was forced to hold back if he wanted to say something.

"Hahaha, you say, you can ask for as much as you want, what money can't buy?" The man in white laughed when he heard what his companion said.

"Not for sale. Zhanhong was still smiling, and with a word of invitation, he bypassed the man in white and led the horse away.

"I really don't know how to lift!" The bearded man wanted to step forward to stop Zhanhong, but was stopped by the man in white again.

The man in white was silent, his eyes were fixed on Zhanhong and the white horse in the distance, and the corners of his mouth smiled.

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The sun is in the sky, and the shadows of the trees on this forest path are mottled.

Zhan Hong rode the horse, although the matter of the tea shed had long been left behind, but there was still anger in his heart, and he couldn't help urging the white horse under his crotch, and his body rose and fell with the movements of the white horse's four hooves. I saw that the horse was running faster and faster, and Zhanhong only felt the wind in his ears, and the shadows of the trees on both sides fell backwards quickly.

When Zhanhong returned from Mount Wangyue, the sun had set in the west, and there were fewer pedestrians on the forest road. After passing by the tea shed where tea was drunk at noon again, it was difficult to see other passers-by on this forest road leading to Xidu City except for Zhanhong.

Zhanhong thought of Zhen'er again in a trance, reached into his arms and touched the Jin Xiu bag that he was carrying, and suddenly heard a horse neighing, and a stumbling horse rope suddenly rose in front of the white horse under the crotch.

Looking at Zhanhong on horseback again, he thought that Zhen Er didn't have time to react at all, and fell straight down, dizzy and about to get up, so he felt a strong wind coming from the back of his head, and he didn't want to dodge to the side, but he was still a little slower, and his shoulder was firmly hit by a stick, and then another stick hit his back. I heard someone shouting in my ears: "You Zhongzhou people have an old saying, if you don't eat a toast, you have to eat a penalty wine!"

With the voice of the voice, there is another stick, and then there is a stick next to a stick, a stick is like a stick, the stick is to the meat, and the time is really like a stick.

"Almost, take the horse away. Someone next to him threw down a bag of gold coins and said, "Take this money to see a doctor!"

At this time, Zhanhong was lying on the ground, unable to see the surroundings clearly, only the sound of footsteps and the neighing of the white horse, and he passed out after a while.