Suddenly, like the east wind overnight, the snowflakes in the sky fell from the sky like flying catkins. In a short time, the whole heaven and earth were dyed silver white. The mountain peaks in the distance are overlapped and covered with a layer of snow, like a monstrous white Lang rolled up by the sea, churning in all directions.

It is already a cold winter wax moon, the wind is like a knife, and the dripping water turns into ice. The trees on the mountain have long since been depressed, and even the spirit beasts have begun to hibernate. A huge mountain, it was surprisingly quiet.

However, in the midst of this ice and snow, there was a small group of men and horses struggling to move in the snow with no way to follow.

At the head was a bald man riding on a brown shuangfeng camel with a huge black heavy sword on his shoulder. His face was covered with large and small scars like furrows, and it was terrifying to look at from afar.

Behind the big man were two warriors dressed in red brocade, who were lazily lying on their camels, with a faint aura lingering around them to ward off the bitter cold.

The next dozen or so people were shackled like cattle, their hands and feet were frozen and cracked, and they barely struggled forward to squirm forward under the scolding and whipping of several warriors.

This is a martial arts team of the Jiupin Sect's "Sword Casting Villa", and their mission this time is to escort these dozen or so "heinous" prisoners to the "Black Stone Mountain" to serve their labor.

Ahead was barren, and there was hardly anything to be seen except the snow. The bald man sighed, barely raised his head, and looked farther away.

I saw that in the snow, a fist-sized bright spot suddenly flashed. The big man looked intently and saw a lonely post station appear in the distance.

On the flagpole of the post station, there is a red pennant floating, and the pennant is also embroidered with two big characters of "casting sword". Seeing the flag, several warriors who were originally lazy let out a cheer in unison, suddenly pulled the whip in their hands, and shouted that the prisoners hurried to the post station.

At this time, in front of the post station, an old man had already come out from afar.

The old man looked like he was about fifty years old, his face was covered with the vicissitudes of time, and a faint aura lingered around him. Familiar people call him "Shan Lao", as for what his specific name is, few people really know, and Shan Lao is the manager of this remote post station.

"Shan Lao, hurry up and prepare hot water and food! This hellish weather is almost about to freeze Lao Tzu into ice cubes!" shouted the bald man from afar.

"It's ready, Fourth Master!" said Shan Lao, taking out the hot water and food that had been prepared long ago.

The bald man is named "Jiang Si", and he is a leader of the Black Stone Mountain Mine, and he is the sevenfold cultivation of the Xuanmai. He was often responsible for escorting prisoners, because he often had to pass through this lonely post station, and he became acquainted with the mountain old man as soon as he came and went.

Several warriors turned over and jumped off the camels, scrambling to pick up hot water and steamed buns and devour them. A dozen shackled prisoners sat on the snow, gasping for air.

Shan Lao looked at the dozen or so prisoners, and couldn't help but feel a trace of pity in his heart, and then walked towards them with a bucket of hot water.

Most of the prisoners sent to the desolate and remote place of Blackstone Mountain to serve hard labor were extremely vicious and unworthy of sympathy. But Shan Lao has been in this lonely post station for more than ten years, except for a few spirit beasts that occasionally come out, it is rare to see a few living creatures throughout the year, so even if he is a prisoner, he is very kind in the eyes of Shan Lao.

Shan Lao put the wooden barrel on the ground, leaned over and scooped up a ladle of water, and several prisoners immediately rushed to reach out to catch it.

At this moment, a martial artist behind Shan Lao suddenly shouted loudly: "Shan Lao, wait!"

Shan Lao turned his head in surprise, only to see a warrior put down the steamed bun in his hand, wiped the steamed bun residue on his mouth, and ran over with a wicked smile, the warrior took the water scoop in Shan Lao's hand, and threw it back into the wooden bucket rudely, and then split his legs, ripped off his pants and sprinkled a soak of urine on the bucket, and then lifted his pants and smiled at Shan Lao with a wicked smile: "Shan Lao, go and give them a drink!"

Shan Lao turned his head and looked at Jiang Si with a rather embarrassed look, but saw that Jiang Si not only did not stop, but showed a look of interest.

There was a hint of pity in Shan Lao's eyes, and he reluctantly scooped a scoop of hot water mixed with urine and handed it to a prisoner. I saw a hint of hesitation on the prisoner's face, but finally closed his eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing the situation, the warriors couldn't help but laugh loudly.

"What's the matter, what does Uncle Ben's 'Qiong Jelly Jade Dew' taste like?" said the peeing warrior with a smile.

Amid the laughter of the warriors, Shan Lao picked up buckets and ladles and handed them over one by one, and a dozen prisoners, although full of anger, gritted their teeth and drank under extreme hunger, thirst and exhaustion.

When it was the turn of a young prisoner, he saw that he turned his head away and rejected the water scoop of the old man with a stubborn face. Shan Lao sighed and persuaded: "Drink, there are still a hundred miles from here to the Black Stone Mine, how can you hold on without drinking water?"

"I am a human being, not a brute, how can I be humiliated like this?" Although the young prisoner's lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse from thirst, there was still a hardness in his words that could not be insulted.

Shan Lao was stunned, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He had been in this deserted post station for more than ten years, and it was the first time he had encountered such a backbone prisoner, and he couldn't help but look at each other carefully.

I saw that the young prisoner was about a teenager, already skinny and skinny, and his whole body was covered with large and small scars, and he thought that he had suffered a lot. Although his face is dirty, his eyes are as bright as pearls, and although his clothes are ragged and his hair is scattered, he makes people feel an extraordinary momentum.

A trace of pity appeared in Shan Lao's heart again, and he opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly felt a murderous aura surging behind him.

Shan Lao turned his head and saw Jiang Si with a fierce face.

At this time, Jiang Si was like a fan watching a play, and when he saw Xingtou, the actor suddenly went on strike, which couldn't help but make him angry.

"What's the matter?Ye Junlin, why don't you drink it?" Jiang Si asked loudly as he walked over angrily. Without saying anything, he snatched the water scoop from the old man's hand, and with a "bah" sound, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and then handed it to Ye Junlin's mouth, "What's the matter, don't you think it's expected, Lao Tzu will add some to you!"

Ye Junlin turned his head angrily, with a stubborn and backbone that could not be insulted, which suddenly formed a sharp contrast with the submissiveness, humility and timidity of other prisoners.

But Ye Junlin's backbone seemed to be obviously provoking Jiang Si, which instantly made Jiang Si's anger even stronger. Jiang Siyi grabbed Ye Junlin's hair, forced his face to face himself, and then forcibly stuffed the water scoop in his hand into Ye Junlin's mouth, and scolded loudly: "I don't know what to lift, what's the matter, toast and don't eat and drink, and let the fourth master and I personally serve you?"

Ye Junlin kept struggling, desperately trying to prevent the water in the scoop from entering his mouth, and finally knocked the scoop to the ground.

Jiang Si was suddenly furious, and a yellow aura instantly covered his left foot. Jiang Si raised his foot and kicked Ye Junlin's chest, Ye Junlin let out a groan of pain, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the snow, obviously suffering a lot of internal injuries.

Jiang Sisi shouted: "Ye Junlin, you have to be presumptuous with Lao Tzu!"

Ye Junlin struggled to sit up from the snow, and stared at Jiang Si with his eyes: "You dog thieves of the 'Sword Casting Villa', you can be killed, you can't be humiliated, if you have a kind, you will give me a good time!"

"Happy?" Jiang Si sneered, "Ye Junlin, do you think Lao Tzu won't dare to kill you? Do you think Lao Tzu likes to accompany you to suffer in this ghost weather? If it weren't for our young sect master's order, don't let you die too happily, Lao Tzu would have cut off your head with a sword, and let you fucking fight with Lao Tzu!"

"However, you kid is also a character!" Jiang Si paused and said: "On the territory of our 'Sword Casting Villa', you Ye Junlin is also the only one who grabs women with our young village master." ”

After hearing this, the young man named Ye Junlin suddenly screamed hoarsely. "Xue'er and I are truly in love, it was Jiang Zhou who snatched love with a knife and used despicable means to force Xue'er to marry him!"

"Really?" Jiang Si said disdainfully: "You mean to say that the young master of our Sword Casting Villa is far inferior to you, a prisoner?" After Jiang Si finished speaking, he scooped up a scoop of urine water again and handed it to Ye Junlin's mouth, "Lao Tzu asked you again, do you drink or not?"

"Don't drink!" Facing Jiang Si's fierce gaze, Ye Junlin was not afraid at all.

"Hey, hey. Jiang Si was not angry but happy: "I can't see that you kid is quite tough!"

Jiang Si smiled, threw down the water scoop in his hand and said, "Okay! Since you are so hard, then Lao Tzu will see how long you can be hard." ”

Jiang Si's eyes flashed with a fierce color: "Come on, tie him to Lao Tzu to the bolted horse stake, and see how long he can be tough!"

Seeing that Jiang Si was really angry, several warriors hurriedly ran over and hurriedly tied Ye Junlin to the horse stake.

Ye Junlin leaned on the horse stake with his back and glared at Jiang Si viciously. Suddenly, a strange smile appeared on his face, and a black aura emerged from the center of his eyebrows.

"Jiang Si, one day, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!" Ye Junlin said viciously.

For some reason, meeting Ye Junlin's gaze, Jiang Si suddenly shuddered, and a chilling feeling arose in his heart.

"No one is allowed to care about him!Lao Tzu wants to see how long he can be tough!" Jiang Si finished speaking, and walked into the post station without looking back.

It was getting dark, and the snowy mountains were starting to get colder at night. Ye Junlin was tied to a horse stake and looked into the distance quietly, his eyes full of despair.

Those unbearable memories once again hit my heart