It's a long night, and spring is in full swing.

Gerry's war horse, Baoyin, weighing several arrows, lay dying on the long blood-stained steps. Gerry stood beside him, his hand up and down, and his body was so strong that no one dared to touch it.

As far as the eye could see, there were one Southern Tart soldier after another, pierced by the cold weapon, but they were all fearless. In the face of life and death, only the heart is hot.

Ding Ping-Pong, short and recognizable, ears seem to be bloodshot, and only Xiao Kill and moan can be heard.

"When"

Gerry blocked the flying attack with a backhand, which was the costume of the Qiang Yi Kingdom. Holding a double-blinking short knife, the attack is swift. Gerry staggered and slashed, sweeping the man out with all his strength. The man rolled around on the ground, agile and treacherous, only a black shadow rolled to Gerry's close body, and the two knives came out together. At the same moment, Hatur's severed blade struck, the grid was dark, the long knife was blocked, and he turned over with his strength, but Hatur's force could not be withdrawn in time, and a knife staggered into the person with a double short knife. Gerry didn't hesitate, and slapped Hatur directly in the back with a knife, setting off a frenzy with people and bricks.

An endless stream of troops came from all directions, stabbing at Gerry. The long knife was vividly exerted on Gerry's body, bowing his waist and lower his body, the long knife turned on the side of his waist, and another circle of soldiers fell to the ground. The boy was slightly embarrassed, sweat swept the corners of his eyes, blending with the blood stains on his cheeks, and a few strands of long braided hair playfully ran out, fluttering back and forth with the wind. His eyes were red and his arms were bruised, revealing the chaos of the battle.

Wei Sheng was on the outside of the encirclement, coldly looking at Gerry who was fighting hard in the crowd. Those whose lives are too splendid will eventually fall. Looking at the killing god on the long steps, the moonlight hung on him like a layer of silver powder. It's like there is no end, and there is no exhaustion. Layer by layer of dead soldiers rolled down the long steps, and the tactics of the sea of people seemed to be immeasurable.

"That's not going to work," Wei Sheng muttered.

After taking a few steps closer, he shouted, "Gerry, you have no way back!" Nan Tart is dead! ”

Gerry frowned and was a little irritated by Wei Sheng's shouting, regardless of the sword to defend against the enemy, the blood on his hands made him look red everywhere.

"Don't you understand what that means?" Wei Sheng chuckled, "The sacred mountain that you have worshiped for generations has fallen!" You see, you're the one who is resisting! ”

Gerry looked at Wei Sheng in a daze, and then immediately turned his head to look at Hatur, who was covered in blood. Hatur then lowered his head. He understood everything, the sudden backlash of the various parts of the steppe. Nan tart is real... Dead.

Sa!

A black arrow pierced Gerry's shoulder, taking a step back with inertia. Looking around, there were enemies eager to try at him with ice blades, and the southern tart soldiers had already died at their feet.

"Ahh Gerry let out a low roar, raised his long knife, and slashed it with all his might, like a mad beast.

"Shoot the arrows!" Wei Sheng looked at the crazy Gerry and ordered excitedly.

Sou! Whoosh!

Ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, like muddy spring rain, wrapped in new life, piercing the ancient oath.

One arrow, two arrows, four arrows,

With several arrows in his body, it was as if he didn't feel pain. Tearing through the dense figure in front of him, the strong fishy smell filled the snort, and the panting sound became heavier and heavier. The hour had come, and the wind that was about to break dawn was howling into the wounds pierced by the arrows, and it was too cold.

Wei Sheng picked up the sword next to him, dragged it on the ground, and stepped on the long steps step by step. With a sly smile, a sword pierced his heart from behind and quickly pulled it out. Gerry subconsciously fought back, but the time was up. The end of life does not allow any one person to have more than half a moment.

Wei Sheng laughed and stabbed his chest with several more swords, blood slicing across the blade, revealing the cold light of the blade. Hatur frowned, but finally couldn't bear it, and turned to look at the closed middle door. Wei Sheng glanced at the sword and walked down the stairs happily.

Gerry strode on the long steps, long knife in his hand, blood rushing out of the tattered golden armor and flowing down the long knife pattern to the ground. Like a big red rose, blooming on the long steps of the middle door, ghostly, dead and silent.

When the time comes, the sun shines on the earth. Everything is calm, the sun rises unusually, and the streets are peaceful, and there is a lot of joy and war.

......

Su Qing walked alone on the hazy street, for some reason, in a trance, as if he had walked to a flower shop.

"Welcome" a boy with a smile on his lips and a beautiful face received her.

"Hello," Su Qing seemed to hear herself.

"Do you want to buy flowers?" The boy tilted his head and smiled, a little playful.

Su Qing looked around, his eyes were full of blue and purple, like ears of wheat and flowers like willow leaves, a little kind.

"I should... Looking for someone"

A man with a thoughtful appearance and an indifferent look walked out of it, "There is only Liu Lan in this store"

The boy just now saw the man coming out of it, stuck out his tongue, and moved next to him.

"Brother, she said she was looking for someone"

The man nodded, "Buy the flowers, I'll tell you"

The boy picked up a ball of willow orchids and said with a smile: "Miss Su Qing, buy flowers."

Su Qing took the willow orchid and froze in place. The two men spoke again, as if they were far away, and they were too noisy to hear clearly.

"All the way to the north" only understood this sentence.

"All the way north," Su Qing muttered, walked out of the flower shop, and came to that street again. Then he walked in a trance, not understanding where the north was.

"Sister!"

Su Qing followed the sound and looked, a man with round black sunglasses, holding a flag sail in his hand, walked towards her with a thoughtful word, "Fortune telling?" Very smart."

Su Qing shook his head, and said in a daze: "I'm looking for someone."

The man pulled down his sunglasses with his fingers, raised his eyes and looked at Su Qing carefully, "That's even more important!" I'm but..."

"The First Witch Doctor of Southern Tart" Su Qing answered inexplicably.

He blinked twice, "Hard... Male tartlets, right?" nodded his head again, "Yes! I'm the number one male tart... Witch Doctor, yes! Shaman! ”

"I'll do the math for you" dragged Su Qing to the base of the wall, and then stretched out his fingers and moved wildly.

"Don't believe him!" A little girl ran over and grabbed Su Qing, "He's a big liar!" ”

"Huh! Nana, don't talk nonsense. Frowning and wincing, "I'm not a liar"

The two chattered and confronted each other for a long time, but Su Qing couldn't understand a word.

The fortune teller patted Su Qing's shoulder, pointed in one direction and whispered, "Sister, you go all the way north."

Nana took Su Qing's hand and said, "Sister Su Qing, go ahead"

Everything was too strange, Su Qing walked to another street again, and saw a few people shouting in front of him.

"Girl, you come to judge the judges" A man who was not tall stopped Su Qing.

Su Qing said: "I'm looking for someone"

"Who are you looking for?"

Su Qing shook his head: "I don't know"

"Good girl" walked out of a polite person on the side, "Under Zhao Er, this is my brother Zhao Yi, this is Zhao San, our younger brother." ”

Only then did Su Qing see that these three people did look a little similar.

"My eldest brother is a martial arts practitioner, and I am a teacher. I hope that my younger brother Zhao San can follow my path and study literature steadily. My eldest brother wants him to inherit his mantle and learn martial arts. Just arguing about the matter, the girl passed by and helped to see if it was right or wrong. Zhao Er said decently.

Su Qing couldn't hear this long list of words, looked at them blankly, and said in a daze: "I'm looking for someone."

Zhao San grabbed Zhao Yi with one hand and Zhao Er with the other, and said with a smile: "Girl, just go all the way to the north!" ”

Zhao Yi and Zhao Er nodded, and then the figure began to become a little blurred. Zhao San looked at the two brothers who had disappeared, and said lonely: "If the girl finds someone, ask when will the owed banquet be paid?"

Saying that, it disappeared in a flicker, Su Qing looked at the blank piece, and felt the pain of the flower in his heart.

I didn't know where I was going, and I heard a greeting from afar.

"Massage!"

"Huh! Girl, let's get a massage! A black charcoal-like person stopped Su Qing.

Su Qing tilted his head puzzled, "I'm looking for someone"

Black Tan nodded, "I'll help you, you can massage first"

Su Qing followed the black charcoal, and walked to a pergola.

"Sister!"

Su Qing raised his eyes and saw a man with a brute body and a red face, walking towards her with a close face.

"Ah..."Su Qing didn't call out his name after all.

"Sister, don't believe him," Aris touched his neck with his hand, "He massaged my neck, and my neck still hurts." This black guy can't do his craft. ”

Black Tan hurriedly walked over, holding something in his hand as if it was something to eat, "Master, master, I'll press it for you again, don't be angry." You eat something first. ”

Aris snorted and ignored it. Then approached Su Qing and said with a smile: "Sister, I miss you so much"

"I'm looking for..."

"Uh-huh," Aris nodded hurriedly, "I know." Sister, you will definitely see it all the way north. ”

Scratched his head embarrassedly, "Sister, can you help me with a word?" ”

Su Qing looked at him and nodded very lightly.

Aris sighed, there were tears in his eyes, and he said aggrievedly: "Forget it, I'm sorry, sister, you must save him"

Save whom? Su Qing didn't understand that he was looking for someone, and who was he saving.

Walking is not a street, it is like walking to a red city gate, which is a little old, as if it will collapse at the touch. In the next moment, I came to a long staircase, and there was no end in sight. Su Qing stepped on the steps step by step, his heart was hollow and sour. There should be tears in my eyes, but I can't feel it, and the ground seems to be wet.

It's not like water, and the source should be at the end of the long steps. It was getting colder and colder, and Su Qing felt that he should walk faster, and he ran as he walked.

All the way to the top of the staircase, it was empty, and there was nothing but water that would flow on the ground.

Jingle bells... Jingling...

The sound of bells in the wind was very small and very kind.

Su Qing turned his head, and there was a tall man in a red bronzing robe standing quietly in the bright sky. I couldn't see his face clearly, and I tried my best to widen my eyes to see his face clearly, but it was like something was smashing my eyes, it was tears, Su Qing thought.

Su Qing reached out to him, but the figure became farther and farther away, more and more ethereal.

"Don't!" Su Qing shouted hard, but he couldn't make a sound.

Until a gentle voice rang, like a bell in a valley, heavy and profound, "You are wrong, not in the south, but in the north." You should... All the way to the north. ”

In the end, Su Qing still didn't catch anything, and what he embraced was nothingness, and it was a brighter and brighter sky.

"Don't... No... Don't go! ”

Liu Wanwan grabbed Su Qing's hand and anxiously wiped the sweat on Su Qing's forehead, "Here, here, Qingqing, I'm here." ”