readx;? It is not the first time that Yang Jing has slept in the open air, from Baling to Juzhou, and he has been accustomed to this kind of camping and wild life along the way, everyone has walked for an afternoon, and after filling their stomachs, they each found a place to sleep. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Because they were worried that poisonous snakes and beasts would intrude, a fire was built in the camp, and Yang Jing and the others were all wild men, so they could find a dry place and wrap them in blankets to make up for the night.

But Song Fengya was a girl's family after all, so Yang Jing and the others prepared moisture-proof felt cloth for them early, cut down branches with swords, and soon set up two tents, which were covered tightly with felt cloth for the use of these girls.

Because Yang Jing and Zong Yun couldn't interrupt their practice, and they were afraid that someone would disturb their meditation, they also prepared a small tent each.

It is said that it is a tent, but in fact, it is to find two low trees, bend the branches, nail them to the ground, form an arched bridge, put the felt cloth on it, tear the two sides with ropes, and form a space below that is just enough to accommodate the body.

Yang Jing lit a small fire in front of the tent, not far away was the camp's big bonfire, and the smaller fire next to it was the place selected by Zong Yun, which was about the same distance from the camp and Yang Jing.

Yang Jing and Zong Yun simply shouldered the duty of keeping vigil, after all, they could stay up all night when they cultivated their internal strength, and the area close to the mountain forest was handed over to the guide Zibu.

In this way, Yang Jing Zongyun and Zibu formed a big triangle, which just protected the camp in the middle, but the distance between Zibu and the camp was farther, which was also convenient for him to detect danger in time.

Because he is a guide, familiar with the situation of the mountains and forests, and a veteran, Yang Jing did not object to Zibu's proposal, of course, for the sake of prudence, Yang Jing still told Xu Fengwu to sleep on the periphery of the camp and wake up at night, so that he could monitor and assist Zibu.

After everything was arranged, Yang Jing sprinkled some soil on the fire, suppressed the flames of the fire a little, and then got into the tent and began to exercise pranayama and practice the guiding technique of breathing and breathing.

This mountain forest is pure and fresh, as if it condenses the aura of heaven and earth, when Yang Jing breathes and breathes, he only feels that he gets twice the result with half the effort, as if the impurities in his body have been cleaned by these fresh air through breathing, and the whole body is comfortable.

Since stepping into the dual realm of Jinguan Yusuo, Yang Jing can obviously feel the wandering of the meridians in his body, of course, this is also related to his habit of entering the meditation and contemplation.

He soon entered meditation, and people said that there was no sun and moon in the mountains, and he entered a state of mystical cultivation, and his perception of the passage of time became weak.

I don't know how long it took, the fire was already very dim, leaving only a few red embers, but Yang Jing was awakened by a sound of broken footsteps!

Because when he entered the meditation, his five senses and six senses would be extremely sensitive, which was one of the reasons why he kept vigil with Zong Yun.

The night was quiet, and it was really terrifying, and the unknown beast occasionally made strange noises, and the early winter wind whined and blew, like weeping, which made people very uneasy, and only added to the silence of the night like death.

Yang Jing opened his eyes slightly, and listened to it, the footsteps were soft and slow, like a cat's paw on the soft pine needles, but there was a rhythm to follow, which should belong to the footsteps of humans.

Yang Jing raised his hand to lift the tent to a corner, but he could see that the fire in the camp was still burning, making a crackling sound from time to time, and the fire on Zong Yun's side had already been extinguished.

With the help of the fire in the camp, Yang Jing saw a petite figure walking towards him, and when he got closer, he realized that it was the little mute who was following Zibu!

The emaciated figure of this little mute was so lonely under the reflection of the firelight, Yang Jing couldn't help but pick up the branch and wanted to light the fire, but the little mute took two steps quickly and waved his hand at Yang Jing.

Yang Jing put down the branches, and by the faint light of the fire, he saw that the little mute kept looking in the direction of the camp, and his eyes were full of horror.

Yang Jing couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart, it is said that this little mute follows Zibu closely, it should be Zibu's family, and the most likely should be her sister or little daughter-in-law, Zigong and Zibu did not introduce her identity, and everyone is not easy to ask.

But from Zibu's confidence in bringing her into the mountains, this little mute is not tired of walking in the mountains during the day, it can be seen that the little mute should also be familiar with survival in the wild, this is the middle of the night, why did she find Yang Jing?

Since she prevented Yang Jing from lighting the fire, it meant that she didn't want others to know that she came to Yang Jing, and Yang Jing naturally didn't dare to speak, because Zong Yun's ears were not ordinarily sensitive.

Moreover, Yang Jing was not sure whether the little mute was deaf, so he decided to use sign language.

Because of the needs of handling cases, Yang Jing has also learned some sign language, but it is not too systematic, but the use of body language and the consciousness of these hearing-impaired people is still there, and many actions only need to be able to express their own meaning, which is enough.

And in ancient times, there was no sign language, and it was good to be able to express your heart with body language.

Yang Jing pointed at the little mute, and then pointed at himself, and his finger made a flowering gesture on the side of his mouth, meaning that he wanted to ask the little mute what he wanted to say when he came to him.

Yang Jing's movements were still in place, and the little mute looked at the camp with an anxious face, then squatted down, pressed his hand towards Yang Jing, signaled Yang Jing to be restless, and then pointed at Yang Jing, and then pointed to his eyes, signaling Yang Jing to watch her movements.

After seeing Yang Jing nodding, the little mute gently put down the bamboo basket behind him and laid out the things in the bamboo basket one by one.

A small blue cloth bag, it should be her clothes, a small medicine hoe, the wooden handle is rounded and smooth, it can be seen that her daily livelihood should be to collect medicine in the mountains, a few small porcelain bottles, it should be medicine, and then there is a bundle of ropes, the rope head is a little hairy, a few pieces of dry and hard pancakes, a large bamboo tube filled with water, the hemp rope is wrapped around one end, and the rope head is connected to a cloth-wrapped wooden stopper, the bamboo tube is polished yellow and smooth, and it has obviously been used for a long time.

Of course, there are some fresh herbs collected along the way during the day, and a few dried and sour hawthorns, but nothing else.

Yang Jing became more and more confused, what the hell is this little dumb man going to do, in the middle of the night, he came over and turned over his belongings for no reason to show Yang Jing, what is it for?

Yang Jing was still confused in his heart, the little mute had already picked up the porcelain bottles, handed them to Yang Jing, and made a smearing gesture on his wrist, signaling to Yang Jing that these were healing medicines.

Yang Jing pointed to his chest and threw an inquiring look at the little mute, meaning that these things were going to be given to him Yang Jing?

After the little mute nodded vigorously, Yang Jing also smiled, patted his bag, said that he had medicine, waved his hand again, and pushed back those small porcelain bottles.

I thought that although this little mute didn't know how to speak, he was really simple, but it was not suitable to give himself medicine in the middle of the night.

Seeing that Yang Jing didn't want it, the little mute seemed to be in a little anxious, and his eyes were shining with tears, but in the end he put the porcelain bottle back in its place, gritted his teeth, opened his chest, pulled out a silver lock on his chest, untied it and handed it to Yang Jing.

Yang Jing finally understood that this little mute really showed Yang Jing his family background, explaining that he had nothing valuable, and the only valuable thing was only those bottles of medicine.

Yang Jing looked at the silver lock, and then looked at the pleading look in the little mute's eyes, and really didn't know what the little mute wanted to do for himself, so he knocked on his head and made a dizzy movement, indicating that he was confused.

Seeing this, the little mute bit his lower lip tightly, and then knelt in front of Yang Jing and rolled up his sleeves on both sides.

The light of the fire was very faint, and Yang Jing couldn't see it clearly, so he had to lean out of the tent and take a closer look, his brows suddenly furrowed.

But I saw that the little mute's two arms were full of bruises, and there were many scars on them, some of which had just scabbed over, because of the day's trekking, the clothes had worn away the bloody scabs, and a lot of blood oozed out!

The little mute saw Yang Jing frowning, so he lifted his trouser legs again, and the two thin hemp rod-like legs were also scarred!

The costumes of these barbarians are different from those of the Central Plains, both men and women, they have skirts and shorts inside, and half of their calves are exposed, which is one of the reasons why the Central Plains people criticize the barbarians for their different rituals.

As soon as the shorts were pulled up, they almost reached the thighs, but the little mute was not too shy, like a wounded young beast, showing its wounds to ask for help.

Seeing that Yang Jing didn't come back to her senses, she tore open her chest again, revealing her flat chest, this time Yang Jing was really angry.

Because on the chest of the little mute, he saw many tooth marks, human tooth marks!

This little mute is only fifteen or sixteen years old! Who the hell did such a thing? It must be Zibu! It must be him!

Although Yang Jing's professional ethics told Yang Jing that without sufficient evidence and before revealing the truth, he must not judge a case with his subjective emotions, but Yang Jing couldn't drive Zibu's expression and posture out of his mind!

The reason why the little mute came to ask for help was that she must know that she was a big official and would definitely be able to help her, she showed her family wealth just to let Yang Jing know that she may not have much money, but in order to get help, she is willing to do everything, you can imagine how desperate she is to escape from this place!

Although Yang Jing is an official, if this little mute is a capitalist person, then this is a housework, the so-called clean officials are difficult to judge housework, and in ancient times, the status of women was extremely low.

So if he really wants to help the little mute, Yang Jing must figure out two questions, one is what is the relationship between the little mute and Zibu, and the other is whether the injury on the little mute is really caused by Zibu's abuse.

After quickly clearing his thoughts, Yang Jing pointed towards the camp, and then farther beyond the camp, where Zibu kept vigil, and he wanted to ask the little mute who had abused her like this.

However, the little mute showed a frightened look and shook his head desperately, as if he was afraid to identify the abuser, but instead pulled Yang Jing's sleeve and desperately pointed to the way out of the mountain, just thinking about escaping from all this.

Yang Jing naturally couldn't do this, not to mention that he had a mission to come into the mountain, that is, he didn't have any, and he couldn't take the little mute away before he figured it out.

So he waved his hand at the little mute and repeated the action he had just identified, hoping that the little mute would be able to tell Yang Jing the identity of the abuser.

However, the little mute was in a hurry, pulled the clothes on his body, straddled Yang Jing's lap, gnawed Yang Jing's neck and face jerky, and touched Yang Jing's lower abdomen with his little hand!

In her opinion, there are no good officials in this world, Yang Jing refuses to help her, she must be disgusted that the remuneration is too low, she even took out her silver lock, and the only thing left is her own body!