'Knights Hospitaller,' that's what the grown-ups say. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The child had only seen them once, only once.

Unfortunately, the place where they were stationed was too far away from here, and ordinary people had to walk all the way along the road to the west, walking for half a month, through a large desert, before they could find them in a small oasis.

The desert is dangerous.

So the adults told him, so the little boy was ready to wait until he was a little older, and went to the noble knights, as in the story, to be their servants, to sharpen their swords, to polish their breeches, to learn their skills, to be tempered. Until one day, they recognize themselves and they can become one of the noble knights.

But he couldn't wait.

There are still six years left until the age of fourteen.

He looked at the scorching sun in the sky and waved the wooden knife in his hand in distress.

Six years to go.

When he turned around, he saw a small black dot in the heat rising in the distance.

Someone came over.

The man came on horseback, but the sound of the horse's hooves was weak.

When they entered, the child realized that the man on the horse was very old, dressed in shabby robes, like beggars, with dirty beards and messy beards, and his face was full of sunburn from the scorching sun.

Not mighty, not majestic.

Not like a knight, but on horseback.

The mud and dust of the horse entered, and the old knight's eyes were chapped and his mouth was full of thirsty blisters, and he was dying.

"Water ......"

The old knight raised his eyes to look at him and pleaded, "Please give me a bowl of water." ”

He groped in his bosom and pulled out two sweat-stained bronze coins, the child hesitated, took them, turned and ran away, and after a long time he ran back with a bowl of water.

The well dug out of the saline-alkali land, with its bitter taste and impurities, was spilled by children all the way.

But the old knight took it, but as if he had received a heavy treasure, he raised his head and swallowed it heavily.

He drank half of the water in the large bowl, and the other half made him hesitate, leaned down and brought the bowl to the horse's lips, and the horse drank the water.

It was only now that the child saw that under the dirt and dust, the skin of the horse seemed to be dark green. It's strange, like the old knight's robes.

The strange horse rolled his eyes wide, looked at the child, and suddenly stuck out his tongue and licked him.

The old knight smiled and stroked the horse's head:

"It likes you. ”

The child touched the saliva on his face, looking dazed.

The old knight cherished the few drops of water left at the bottom of the bowl into his mouth, wiped off the traces on his beard, and his voice was still hoarse: "Where is the next village?"

"To the north, it's a two-day journey, it's a long way. ”

The child pointed to the distance and looked at the old knight's shriveled money bag, "You can take a break, you can stay at my house tonight, my house has clean rooms, hot water and dinner, only five children." ”

The price of five children was quite cheap, but after hesitating for a moment, the old knight shook his head and replied hoarsely:

"It's too late. ”

As he spoke, he patted the horse's head, and the strange horse stepped on its hooves and limped north.

The child is a little lost, this ghost place, all year round, it is difficult to see a few outsiders.

"Are you leaving?" he asked, "where are you going?"

"Go to the next place. ”

The old knight said, "And then the next place." ”

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Three hours later, thunderous sounds rang out from afar.

The earth shakes.

The blazing iron armor reflected the glow of the scorching sun, and the cloak of blood-colored crosses fluttered in the wind.

The knights on the horses were dusty, and the corners of their mouths were chapped.

At the end of the empty village, there was only a tattered wooden horse, and the little boy on the wooden horse was gone. The stench came from the deepest part of the village, green flies dancing in the scorching wind, and the faint sound of some beast munching.

The sword dancer at the front turned over and dismounted, drew his long sword, and walked into the village, and soon he came out with a small head in his hand.

He looked like a child, but his face was covered with dark spots, and there were dried blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

"Captain Bane, we're late. ”

The sword dancer replied hoarsely: "The 'plague' has already come. ”

Among the knights, the silent man waved, and another group of knights turned over and dismounted, lifted the 'shower' in their hand, and walked into the dead village.

Soon, the light of the flames rose from the village, and the dying screams of the beasts followed.

Under the scorching sun, the whole village seemed to glow and melt into the sun.

Black smoke rose from the ashes, condensing, like pillars of calamity holding up the sky.

The crows that came from afar found nothing, and circled around the smoke in disappointment, screaming.

It's like swearing.

"Let's go. ”

Bane turned his horse's head, looking at the horse's hoof prints that remained in the dry dirt.

His voice was hoarse, like red-hot iron:

"Go to the next place, and then the next place. ”

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After being able to cook, Ye Qingxuan soon discovered the second advantage of the old nun.

-- Diligence and dexterity.

Even in a deserted place like Guiru, where birds don't poop, she was still able to take advantage of the limited conditions to weave a few decent cushions from the dry weeds in the corners.

So, the masters finally said goodbye to the cold floor and the stone table, and the tortured ass had a warm cushion.

With food to eat and cushions, life instantly becomes happy. Even in a place like Guiru, the tense nerves were slightly soothed.

Although she lost Schubert's strength, it was clear that the old nun did not want to be a burden to be taken care of, but played her part diligently.

It's better than nothing, but what she does is always satisfying.

And, couldn't be more nitpicky.

I really don't know which convent she was or the nanny of a big family, taking care of all aspects of the old men who love to make trouble.

Of course, Ye Qingxuan also got a cushion, and it was the best one.

Sitting on the only intact stone chair in the main hall, with a withered grass cushion on his back, and leaning on the animal skins offered by the old men, in the morning light, Ye Qingxuan suddenly had a sense of satisfaction as a mountain king.

It's a pity that under his hands is not a group of burly and brave bandits, but a group of skinny old men...... It's an old man again, and I really don't know why I'm so close to old men.

Ye Qingxuan sighed helplessly, lowered his head, and looked at the pages of the inheritance book in his hand.

After several hours of rewriting, the new chapter of fate has finally taken shape.

It's just a few pieces of thin paper, but it's shrouded in a halo. After the structure is closed, the music theory no longer exerts gravity on the outside, and the intricate music theory on the pages distorts the sunlight and binds it to the left and right of the notes.

This is the most precious part of the heritage page, showing music theory, inscribed music theory, and confirming music theory.

This shows that this path works.

Ye Qingxuan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.