Three days later, Han Feng came to Daijin Pool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

During these three days, he searched through all the books at home and did not find the answer he wanted, so he had to try his luck by the Daijin Pool first. After all, he never knew what Dai Jinchi was like, and after reading it, he could go back and find a book, and he could be more targeted.

Daijin Pond was only thirty miles away from Lidu, and it would take him more than an hour to trot away. But the five guards who followed him were unwilling to run, and he was shackled and handcuffed, so he had to honestly walk for three hours under the scorching autumn sun to the burial place of the Dai Qing and Ajin women.

After a while, the air was filled with a clear fragrance. This smell is different from the scent of grass and flowers, but it is more fresh, and people feel clear when they smell it.

Han Feng couldn't help but speed up his pace, and even trotted up with the guards beside him. But now everyone is immersed in this fragrance, and no one is crying out for tiredness when the speed is faster.

When I arrived at the Daijin Pond, before I got close, I saw a huge stone standing between heaven and earth. There are several lines of large characters written on the stone, and the pen is tactful and smooth, but the hook and drawing are like a person's sigh, with a little grievance.

Han Feng was used to reading words at this time, and when he saw this, he couldn't help but stop and gaze.

"The water of Daijin Pond is as clear as promised, 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. ”

There was no signature under the stone, only a blood-red palm print, which was shocking to look at compared to the black ink on it.

It's just that behind those ink words, there is also blood red.

Han Feng walked to the stone, stretched out his hand and touched the words, and suddenly heard a guard behind him speak. The guard had been in Lidu for a long time, and he and Han Feng usually knew each other, so they treated him kindly.

He said: "This poem was written by Yi Nu. ”

"Yi Nu wrote?" Han Feng was stunned, Yi Nu didn't understand the language of the generations, after those people arrived in the capital, many people couldn't learn a few words of pronouns until they died, just like a dumb person, let alone write poems.

The guard smiled. He was more than ten years older than Han Feng, and when he brushed his beard under his chin, he looked like a storyteller: "That was twenty years ago." At that time, the third child and I carried the body of a Yi girl to Dai Jinchi to be buried, but I didn't expect her to fake her death, and suddenly fell off the shelf. ”

"At first, the third child and I thought it was a corpse, and we were shocked, but later we realized that she wanted to run. But she kept coughing up blood, and even if she ran, she wouldn't survive. She cried and screamed at the sky, and then she climbed up to the stone, bit her finger, and wrote this poem. When it's done, it's dead. ”

"The third child and I went back to the city and reported the matter to the then city lord Xiao Bo. When the city lord Xiao came to this stone, he was originally looking for someone to shovel out the poem, but he looked at it for a long time, and finally let people stay. Not only that, but he also asked the craftsman to take ink and rewrite it on it, and traced the palm print under it with red paint, saying that it was also a souvenir. ”

Listening to the guard's narration and looking at the words on the stone, Han Feng only felt panicked in his heart.

Although this Yi girl has learned the pronoun and can write poetry, she still can't fully understand the meaning of the pronoun after all.

Razor, razor...... She thought that the girl was calling herself, but she didn't know that there was a lot of contempt in it. "Thousands of captives in Longxia, how could there ever be a negative wave city person", she cried to the sky, and she was also shouting this sentence.

She didn't lose the people who left the capital, nor did she have the people of the country, but why did she suffer like this?

Han Feng only felt that his heart was full of taste, and suddenly remembered his mother. In her life, my mother had a very good relationship with my father, but did she ever have this kind of complaining in her heart?

He shook his head, then looked at Daijin Chi.

A large pond of clear water, surrounded by green grass, but the grass in the distance has turned yellow because of the late autumn. This land is very large, and there are bags of dirt bulging on the ground, which should be graves, but there are no tombstones to mark people's names, and there are not even wooden signs.

In some places, after so long of wind and sun, the graves have long been flattened, and even the white bones of the forest are exposed. And the people who bury the new corpse don't care so much at all, and the new corpse is buried together with the old grave abounds, and after more than ten years, where can you tell who is who.

Seeing such a situation, Han Feng's heart sank, and he secretly thought that the appearance of this Dai Jinchi coincided with the worst situation he had imagined before. This time, if there is no ghost summoning technique, even if he finds the guard of Lidu who buried his mother back then, it will be useless.

After all, who remembers so much about the old things of more than ten years ago.

Seeing Han Feng staring at Dai Jinchi in a daze, the guard pushed him on the shoulder and said, "Boy, what are you looking at? I have long advised you not to come, you have to listen." This Daijin Pond is like this, what else do you expect to find? Quickly kneel down and kowtow, even if we have been here. It's not easy for my brother to go out of the city with your blessings, so when we go back in a while, we will take you to the town to walk around when it looks early. ”

As soon as the guards said that they were going to the town, several guards behind them also laughed: "Boss Sun is right. Boy, follow Boss Sun out, that's your blessing. After a while, I went to Far West Town, and I heard that there were a few new dancers from the Yedi clan, and I didn't have to say anything about that figure!"

The guard, known as "Boss Sun", also danced with his eyebrows, pushed Han Feng again, and said with a smile: "Boy, we watched you grow up, you are obedient, and when you reach the realm in a while, you will be handcuffed and shackled, and let you have a good time with the girls." When I go back, I'll put it on for you again, and if you don't say it, we won't say it, and no one will know. ”

"Huh?" Han Feng was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that if he was in handcuffs and shackles, he really wanted to run, and these guards might not be able to catch up with him. It's just that seeing Boss Sun's smile on his face, and the few guards behind him didn't show any concerns, he couldn't help but move in his heart: if he escaped, the five of them would be involved. Huang Ji is an iron-faced person, and he will never let them go.

What's more, I haven't finished reading the books at home, and there are a few obscure ones in them, maybe there is a ghost summoning technique, no matter what, I always have to think of finding my mother's bones, so that I can escape with confidence.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly took a few steps forward, knelt down and kowtowed to Dai Jinchi a few times, got up and smiled slightly, and said to Sun Laodao: "Thank you, big brother! I'm really sorry, because I insisted on coming over, and it will take a long time for you to go to town." ”

Boss Sun and those people waved their hands again and again, and Boss Sun laughed and said, "Silly boy, what is this about." Anyway, Daijin Pond is fragrant, and people say that they often smell this fragrance, and they can live for more than ten years. ”

"Really?" Han Feng said with a smile, "No wonder I felt a lot more energetic as soon as I came over! Big brother, why don't you help me get rid of this body now." Let's hurry up and get to town early. Well...... All of you spend today are on me!"

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