The serpent passed everywhere, and all the messes were swept into the belly.

The young general patted the dried blood and dust on his body and continued to fight, no one knew where he came from or where he was going, only that he seemed to have been fighting and never stopped.

"This city looks like it's about to be breached, what is he still defending?"

Everyone watched with great interest as the young general mechanically swung his sword, not knowing his persistence.

"Fame or fortune or fame in history?"

"The country is broken, the city is deep, the family and the country are gone, what is the use of him wanting fame and fortune?"

"That's going down in history?"

"Who will remember him after a thousand years?"

On the battlefield where the autumn wind was bleak and the sky was low and the moon was cold, everyone was in full swing, and no one could guess what the young general was thinking.

"Let's go, take a look into the city."

After reading enough of the absurd book, everyone no longer has nostalgia, and walks directly to the city of Qisu, thousands of years apart, I don't know what kind of situation it is.

The preparatory disciples each walked into the wine shop on the side of the road at will, drank a few pots of bland wine, ate a plate of sauce beef that the amateurs never got tired of eating for a long time, and knelt silently on the stool, listening to the teasing of the drinkers in the wine shop, as well as the vulgar singing of those inferior singers sitting on the seats, and looking at the pedestrians who came and went leisurely outside the open door of the wine shop.

It's just a return to prosperity.

"Guest, here is the wine you want!"

The shopkeeper shuttled through the lobby, constantly serving a pot of wine and a few plates of appetizers for the guests, and put them in front of them neatly.

"Little Er, a pot of bamboo leaves."

The person who came was a veiled woman, and her gestures were elegant and mysterious.

"Okay!"

Xiao Er didn't forget to look at her twice when he poured her wine, and said in his heart that this young lady looks really temperamental.

In his twenties, half of his face looked delicate and fair, a white hosta was tied upright in his black hair, and he was wearing a half-new white robe and a cloak of the same color.

This young lady looks good at everything, she is a little weird, she is dressed cleanly, and she has a rusty iron sword on her back, which is really confusing.

"Miss is not a local, I don't think I've ever seen Miss before."

"I'm coming from the border!"

"What a miracle that such a wild place should have such a handsome person as Miss as handsome!"

Xiao Er chatted very happily, and suddenly the window next to her was blown open, and the cold wind swept a few snowflakes and took the opportunity to rush in, and the shopkeeper shook the handkerchief on his shoulder and hurriedly went over to close the window, for fear of freezing the woman.

A snowflake just landed between the woman's eyebrows, and she smiled slightly, and she looked good when she smiled. The shopkeeper sighed into his hand, "It's not freezing you, is it?" ”

"How can you be frozen when you drink wine." She laughed.

"Others have to find a lively place to open a store, your inn is built in this barren mountain and wilderness, and there are few customers all year round, this business is not cost-effective!"

"The guest officer doesn't know, the inn is built here is the meaning of the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper likes to be quiet, and he doesn't like those disturbances. Besides, it's very chaotic outside now, and business isn't necessarily good, so if you stay here, you can stay here and stay alive. ”

The woman didn't speak anymore and continued to drink.

A cold wind swept through the door, the lanterns under the eaves were crumbling, and in the only little light, the words "Chang'an Inn" trembled on the store signs.

The woman shook her head and smiled bitterly, now that wars are raging and ghosts are prevalent, how can you be safe?

Xiao Er poured a glass of wine again, said to the guest officer, and then turned to greet the other guests.

At this moment, in addition to the woman, there were several tables of guests sitting in the inn, there were preparatory disciples from outside the city, and there were other people, and such a strange guest suddenly came to the inn, and they all glanced at the woman from time to time.

However, the woman didn't care about these glances, and still drank her bamboo leaves.

At one of the tables sat four men who looked like soldiers, as if they were talking about the fact that they could go home with their wives and children after this battle.

At the other table sat a couple, the woman holding a child under the age of a month in her arms, and the man kept shaking the rattle in his hand to make the child giggle. When the child laughed, the adult laughed too.

What a happy family of three.

"The snow has stopped!" The woman muttered, her voice so small that only she could hear it, or perhaps she was just speaking it to herself.

I only heard a bang, the door of the inn opened, and the inn fell silent, and all the lights were extinguished by this sudden movement.

The woman stood up, took out the fire fold from her bosom and re-lit the oil lamp on the table, and then walked to the other two tables with the fire fold, and said to herself, "Shall I help you light the oil lamp?" ”

No one answered the woman's words, and there was a deathly silence all around. She didn't care, she just lit the oil lamps on each table.

It's just that this light was only out for a moment, but it seemed to have been extinguished for many years, and there were only a pile of dry bones left around this light.

The unfinished meals, the unfinished wine, and the children who haven't had time to grow up all have to stay in the past forever.

She packed her bags and left the inn, stopping in front of the inn to look back.

The lights in the inn are still on, but there are two pairs of spider silk under the eaves, and there are some maggots on the foot of the column, which will make a faint whine from time to time.

Even the preparatory disciples were gone.

At some point, there was a gray-haired old woman at the door, she was slumped on the ground, holding a half-rotting female corpse in her arms, she was pulling the hair of the female corpse one by one, and her mouth seemed to be counting.

The snow on the eaves melted and fell to the ground with a clatter, and the snow that should have been white turned blood-red in an instant.

Blood dripped on the old woman's face, and she wiped it on her face with her dry palm, but the more she wiped it, the dirtier it became.

As soon as she turned around, she bumped into an old man who was messy all over, his hair was messy like weeds, his beard stammered at each other, and he was completely naked from the calf down. He grabbed the woman's arm and asked, "Have you seen my iron pillar?" He said he would come back after the battle, but I waited at home for a day, two days, three days...... One-year, two-year, three-year ......"

He snapped his fingers over and over again, counting the never-ending days. "Do you know where he is? You must know where he is, right? I'm going to go to him, I'm going to him. ”

A pair of green eyes peeked out from under his nose, numb, staring at him blankly. "Son, my son, where are you ......"

Without waiting for the woman to reply, the old man ran out crying and shouting.

Suddenly, with a pop, the old man's head fell off his body and slammed into the earth. His mouth was still talking about his son, and his body had already stumbled and ran away.

The woman shook her head, this battle was destined to be endless.

There is only a crescent moon in the sky, almost a new moon.

The faint moonlight shone through the gaps in the dense clouds, drawing a web of speckled spots on the ground. The blue-black haze rolled hazely on the ground like a cloud. Gradually,

The clouds were approaching with a faint light, albeit very faint. The clouds approached step by step, and something seemed to be moving inside. The outline of the thing gradually became clearer.

It's a myriad of ghosts. Headless ghosts, skeleton ghosts, long-tongued ghosts, hanged ghosts, one-armed ghosts...... Fluttering, a group of ghosts fluttering, all going in the same direction. Each ghost has one thing in his hand. This ghost holds a human hand, and that hand holds a human leg, and another holds a human head, and then a human nose, ears, hair, intestines, heart, stomach, teeth, and lips......

The woman politely stepped aside, letting the ghosts go first, and the demons walked past her, each of them emitting bursts of rotten energy.

"On the fifteenth day of July, the hundred ghosts walked at night, and it was very lively."

Moving forward, the woman was blocked in her way, and a group of Taoists stood in front of her frowning. "Don't go any further, go back and forth."

The white-robed Taoist priests came with canes, and there were words in their mouths.

The woman lowered her eyes for a long time, and then smiled: "I was born to carry the wind and rain, destroying the world, if I have to move forward, what can you do to me?"

Those Taoist priests shook their heads and said, "Idiot, you can't do it, go too." ”

The woman was silent and stared at her for a long time.

Years later, the woman returned to the castle. She couldn't remember how many years had passed, whether it was a thousand years or 10,000 years.

She stood in front of a dry grave, and the tombstone was engraved with the tomb of Murong Tianen, the young general of Qisucheng.

She was the general's sword, she was the bloodthirsty blade.

But the young general Murong Tianen doesn't seem to be as ruthless as people imagine. Every drop of blood he had stained was just to end this terrible war sooner.

And her name is Zhige, but this endless war has not stopped like her name.

The ruler fell, the soldiers of the city were killed, the people of the city were slaughtered by the enemy, and the blood of the ruler was flowing into a river overnight, and the mourning was all over the field.

"General, I searched all over the world, but I finally failed to find the peaceful and prosperous world you mentioned, but all I saw was the grand scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night. Could it be that I have brought disaster to the world, and I have turned the world into hell? ”

After speaking, the woman turned into an iron sword and fell to the ground with a clatter, and a light wind blew, and the iron sword was broken in half, half buried in the earth, and half remained in the world.

"We, are we finally out?"

The preparatory disciples who had not been seen for a long time appeared in front of the tomb of the general Murong Tianen, and the moment the inn lights went out, they were trapped in the woman's sword, day after day, year after year, they accompanied her through the cold of the grass and trees, the autumn harvest and the winter hiding, and finally saw the light of day again at the last moment.

"Do you understand?"

The moment the flowers and willows were divided, the grass and trees were in their prime, half buried in the soil, and half remained in the world, the iron sword disappeared, and was replaced by the most familiar figure of everyone.

It is the master of Peach Mountain, Zhaoren Xianhui forgives sins immeasurably, blesses the great mercy, Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao looked at everyone's surprised appearance, and laughed very rarely in front of everyone.

The eyebrows and eyes are bent, the expression on the face is relaxed, and the hand is holding the belt. It's like a peach blossom in March, blown by the mountain wind, and the petals sprinkled are scattered with charming eyes, which is unreal.