The sky was full of smoke, and the ground was covered in silver. The mountains and forests are silent, only the cold wind howls.

In the world of still life paintings, there is a caravan from far and near, heading southeast along the official road.

The cars were rolling and the voices of people were neighing, breaking the silence of heaven and earth.

Wicker rode his horse close to a cart and knocked on the carriage: "Boss, wake up, it's almost there!"

After a few breaths, the curtain opened, revealing a sleepy-eyed face.

It was He Lingchuan.

"Hey, where's Master Sun?" He only remembered that he played chess with Sun Ling, and then-

Then he was woken up by Wicker.

"She's riding to the front, and she'll let you sleep in the carriage." Wicker looked at him with sympathy in his eyes, "Boss, you really can."

I finally had a chance to travel with the United States, but I fell asleep. Oh, you deserve to be lonely for the rest of your life.

He Lingchuan jumped out of the car and stretched, unsatisfied.

After experiencing the battle of Xushan Mountain, when he entered Panlong City again, he had a feeling of being suddenly separated from the world.

Probably because he was really tired after experiencing a big war in reality, he actually fell asleep again in his dream.

He promised Sun Fuling that he would accompany her on a trip to Yuheng City, and he couldn't leave his post without permission, so he went to General Hong to ask for a mission to go east in order to fulfill his promise.

Seeing that he was so proactive, Zhong Shengguang discussed with General Hong and assigned him a big job.

So big that He Lingchuan regretted it a little.

But the military order was like a mountain, and he didn't regret taking the medicine, so he had to happily accompany his grandson on the road.

Of course, it's all casual travel. He and his team disguised themselves as caravan guards.

The caravan, consisting of more than 300 people, set out from the merchant inn in Panlong City and headed south through the newly opened trade route, and the destination was Baisha Bay, a free port in the south.

The snowfield under everyone's feet was originally the territory of Xiqi. After Panlong City destroyed Xiqi, it finally opened up the road to the sea and was able to trade freely with the outside world.

From this moment on, Panlong City is no longer isolated, and there is the possibility of exploring a new way out. This is the goal that Zhong Shengguang has been striving for for many years.

Therefore, this Xiqi trade road is of great significance to Panlong City, there is no doubt about it.

The snow on both sides of the official road was covered with snow, and He Lingchuan set off to see this scene on the first day and this scene on the second day...... On the fourth day, I saw the snow scene, and I was already tired of it.

The beauty of the world after the snow is beautiful, and it is too monotonous to watch it for a long time.

The children in the team were very happy, chasing and rolling and having snowball fights.

The wind came from ahead, bringing the light sound of the flute.

In the unchanging ice and snow, the sound of the flute is like a squirrel jumping in the forest, like a ferret sweeping the ground without a shadow, light and fast, which makes people feel refreshed.

He Lingchuan asked for a horse and walked in the direction of the flute.

After more than ten zhang, he met the piper.

The grandson also rode a horse and put on a white coat. Hearing the sound of hooves approaching, she turned her head and glared at him with those shiny eyes that seemed to be talking: "Awake? Did you sleep well? ”

He Lingchuan sneered, like a primary school student who was caught sleeping in class: "It's good, it's good."

Say anything and no one will recognize it if you cover your face, joke! Looking at Master Sun's eyes, even if she wears a night suit, she will never hide it from him.

His eyes narrowed, and he turned to the flute in her hand.

I don't know if the centipede bone flute is whiter, or the master's hand is whiter.

This flute......

He remembered the sneer of Qingyang National Master in the sandbar.

She said that the owner of the flute died a tragic death.

The listener is intentional, and for He Lingchuan, this sentence is very informative.

At this time, facing Yin Ren, his mood was extremely subtle.

Anyway, the moment he entered Panlong City and saw Sun Fuling again, he was full of emotion and wanted to reach out to hug him, but there were many people around, cough.

"What do you think?" Mr. Sun took out a big red apple from his back pocket, "The one given by my student has been washed."

Her face was slightly red from the cold. From Ho Ling

From Chuan's point of view, the apple is like a red face.

"How many students does Master Sun have? This is one of the three major mysteries of Panlong City. He took the apple, and Katcha broke it in half, "One and a half."

Sun Fuling smiled and reached out to take it.

This apple is so sweet! He Lingchuan was also thirsty when he woke up, and after eating three or two bites, he threw away all the cores, and when he turned his head, he found that Sun Fuzi had eaten well and only took two bites.

"You eat so slowly, the apple will freeze in the blink of an eye." The temperature is at least minus seven or eight degrees.

Sun Lingling said slowly: "I can also gnaw on ice cubes."

He Lingchuan hehe, he didn't believe it.

"You don't believe me?"

"Believe, Master's words, I will certainly believe them." He threw all those chaotic thoughts out of the clouds.

The sky and the earth are big, everything is cloudy, and he can enjoy this moment.

With the beauty of the world, this cold journey does not seem to be bitter at all.

At this time, the peregrine falcon descended from the sky and landed on the roof of the car:

"Hey, there are two waxbills that have been following you, I drove them twice, they flew away and went in circles, and they came back again."

He Lingchuan reached out and stroked its head: "It looks like we're being targeted."

At this time, a sharp whistle sounded in front of him, and it was shortened three times.

The marching post has a fixed usage, and the meaning of these sounds is that there is an unexpected discovery ahead.

He Lingchuan put away his leisure and rushed forward with Sun Lingling.

Seventy feet away, there was a large area of ruins on the side of the road, and some buildings were still smoking.

He Lingchuan recognized that they were originally guest rooms, stables, and forage rooms...... But few of them are now in good condition.

The new scout nail of the Broken Knife Team had just come out of the ruins, and when he saw He Lingchuan, he said, "This was supposed to be the Green Wolf Post where we spent the night tonight, but now it has become like this."

"Are there any casualties?"

"Two of the post guards have died, and I heard that the others have gone into the mountains, so we have sent someone to look for them."

"I heard?" Listen to whom?

The nail pointed to the side, and just two injured people were helped out and sent to the carriage: "Treat two, you should be able to live."

The two injured seemed to be still very conscious, and He Lingchuan lowered his jaw there: "Go and ask for some information."

"Yes."

A merchant came over from behind, and he was shocked at first glance: "Oh, when I came to Panlong City, this green wolf post station was still good! At most, the interval is half a month, how can it be ......"

After the opening of the Xiqi Trade Road, many merchants took a short distance to bring goods from Baishawan to Panlong City, and then bought special products from Panlong City and then returned to Baishawan or other places to make some quick money.

The merchant had stopped at the Blue Wolf Post when he arrived, but it was in ruins when he returned.

The rest of the team came to see it, and they were all talking.

It's getting dark, it stands to reason that the Green Wolf Station is tonight's foothold, everyone eat and drink, and then soak their feet in hot water to relieve fatigue, think about it.

As a result, the post station was gone, the hot water was gone, and everyone was standing in the cold wilderness.

When the caravan leader saw this, he immediately said to everyone: "Don't panic, let's go to the next post station to rest!" Thirty miles away! ”