When Han Feng woke up again, it was already the evening of the next day. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info he slept all day, and when he woke up, he realized that he was under the boulder again. Liu Quan, Zhuo Xiaoling, and the black horse were all gone, if it weren't for the scorching pain behind him, he almost thought that he had a spring and autumn dream.

The dislocated right shoulder has been straightened, and the wound behind him has also been scarred, but when I move slightly, I can't breathe in pain. He took a few deep breaths, felt he could hold back the pain, and stood up.

He didn't have the energy to think about the relationship between Zhuo Xiaoling and Liu Quan at this time, and he didn't have the heart to think about why they left him alone, just thinking that he had been discovered by Liu Quan, and his current situation was really dangerous.

It seems that Liu Quan hasn't said anything about himself for a while, but it's hard to protect his future. Thinking of this, if you can't walk anymore, you have to grit your teeth and move forward.

Han Feng held the boulder and moved towards Daqing Mountain step by step, and after taking a few steps, he stumbled under his feet and almost fell to the ground. He looked to the ground and saw something shining with silver, it turned out to be the cold iron sword.

I didn't expect Liu Quan to leave in such a hurry, and he didn't take this sword away. Although he didn't want to accept his favor, thinking that he was defenseless, Han Feng frowned, but still sighed, and bent down to pick up the sword.

The night was already dark, and he cautiously moved to the east side of the mountain, looking at the majestic peak, only to feel that his legs were weak.

He leaned on the mountain wall with one hand, gasped for breath, chose a path that seemed to be relatively gentle, and slowly climbed up.

Halfway up the climb, the mountain wall becomes steep. If it were a normal day, Han Feng would be able to climb up with only the strength of his two arms, but at this moment, his body was in terrible pain, and his right shoulder had just been injured, and it was dangerous to climb when he landed.

Fortunately, he has a cold iron sword in his hand.

The cold iron sword is sharp, and it is like nothing when it enters the stone, and he uses the cold iron sword in his right hand, and he still holds the mountain stone vigorously in his left hand. Later, almost all the strength of his body fell on the cold iron sword.

It took him almost a night to climb to the top. In the early spring, the mountains were cold and steep, and he was sweating profusely.

Standing on the top of the peak and looking north, although I know that I can't even see the edge of Eagle Soaring City, I feel that the entire Hongyuan is in full view. Those days of conquest returned to his eyes, the road was hard, licking blood every day, and there were fewer people around him when he opened his eyes...... Although this kind of life is hard, for some reason, he has some thoughts in his heart.

If he is in the last battle, if he can really set foot on Eagle Soaring City, I really don't know how happy I should be.

It's just that the so-called freedom, like a dream bubble, deceived him from having to nothing overnight, and he was so down.

"Mobei Cangcang, there is my homeland. The green mountains are majestic, according to my heart. What a hundred years of life, but seek to be worthy of it. Hold the knife and the gun, and fight for my country!"

In a trance, he heard this military song again. At that time, I always felt that there was nothing to be proud of being a soldier, but now I felt a pity.

Turn your head and you'll be on the other side of the mountain. As long as you go down the mountain, you will be a country.

Han Feng sighed lightly, secretly feeling funny. It is said that it is the boundary of the country, but every grass and tree here is very unfamiliar, and it is not as cordial as Hongyuan.

However, the most important thing at the moment is to get to Daijin Pool first.

He rested at the top of the mountain for a day, and went down the mountain for another night, until the early morning of the next day, when he reached the sheep intestine pass.

At that time, the eastern sky had already revealed the white belly of the fish, and shepherd girls appeared in twos and threes on the wasteland. He was limp on his knees, so he picked up a wooden stick and supported his body, and moved to the southwest step by step.

The wind in the south of the mountain is much warmer than the wind in the north of the mountain, and as I walked, I felt warmed up.

He lost his parents' spiritual seats, and later did not find them, when he was walking on the road, he saw a dead branch, so he used a cold iron sword to chop two pieces of wood down. As he walked, he carved sawdust, and the names of his parents were deeply engraved on the two wooden boards. But his words are far inferior to Han Yizhi's, these words are engraved crookedly, and even he himself feels that he can't see them.

"That's it. When you practice better in the future, and then make a career, you must always rebuild the grave for your parents and bury them well. Thinking so, he took the two newly carved spiritual tablets in his arms, and walked for a while, and then he smelled the invigorating aroma.

Daijin Pond is not far away.

Regardless of whether the legend said that this fragrance could prolong life, Han Feng only knew that after smelling this fragrance, he suddenly had strength in his body, like a prodigal son who had been away from his hometown for a long time finally saw his way home, and like a pedestrian who was dying of thirst in the desert suddenly saw an oasis.

The wound doesn't hurt that much anymore.

In the last few steps, he could almost run, and then he saw the huge rock that towered between heaven and earth.

"The water of Daijin Pond is a little clear, and the grass is like a few springs. There are thousands of captives in Longxia, how could there have been people from Negative Wave City. ”

Han Feng ran to the boulder in a few steps, thinking about the words left by his father, looked at the bloody palm print covered with red paint under the stone, and reached out and pressed it on it.

"My sin, my sin, my sin!"

The voice that shouted out was hoarse and ugly, making him almost think that his throat was broken, and then he thought that he had not eaten and eaten for a day and night, and only thought about coming to Daijinchi, and did not care about anything else.

After those three shouts, the sky is still blue, the Daijin Pond is still the blue Daijin Pond, and the surrounding soil, rocks, and gravel are still the same, and there is no change.

I thought that the wind and clouds would change color and even collapse and crack, but at this point, Han Feng knew that he was too careful.

"There is no way to summon ghosts, and it comes from the heart. ”

What does it mean to be born from the heart? He looked at the graves and dense bags of dirt by the Daijin Pond and closed his eyes.

"Mother's ......"

His mother died when he was very young, and all he can remember now is his mother's settling Ajin nursery rhymes, a pair of warm hands, and a pair of bright eyes.

I don't understand the language of the Ajin people, my mother doesn't know the pronoun language, my father and mother don't even talk much on weekdays, and I don't even take my mother to teach him to speak. Therefore, he only knew that when he was sad, when he was sick, his mother would hold him and whisper a nursery rhyme.

He remembered the tune, the messy voices, the tears that flowed from her bright eyes as his mother sang and sang, and he remembered that her hand kept patting his back, so warm that it worked better than any hypnotic drug.

Now, however, that tune seems to have become substantial in my mind.

Seems to be able to see something.

Han Feng closed his eyes, but he felt that through his eyelids, he could directly see the inside of Daijin Pond.

His mother's voice echoed faintly, each sound, far or near, as if guiding his steps. He followed the tune, twisting and turning, and the sound of himself stepping on the ground seemed to be the tune, in response to the beat.

One, two, three, four...... Behind him seemed to be gently patted and gently pushed, making him involuntarily take a step forward.

I don't know how long it took for the voice to stop, and when he opened his eyes, the sky was still bright, the sky was blue, and the water was blue, but his people had already entered the tomb and stood in front of a dirt bag.

A white wildflower blooms on the dirt bag, waving in the wind.

"Mother, the child has come to see you. ”