100 miles south of Xi'an City, in the mountains, there is a village out of Fengao.

No one knows whether Izumi Fengao has really come out of Feng, but this village looks like this high-grade name from the outside, and it really doesn't have the right donkey's lips. The whole village was lost as if it had just been looted by bandits, and there were broken walls everywhere, and several old houses were also crumbling, and it was estimated that if the wind was stronger, it would collapse.

However, according to the local government records, hundreds of years ago, this village was the largest village within a radius of several hundred miles, and there were no less than 100 villagers, and there were faint plans to set up a county government. And according to legend, a hundred years ago, out of Feng'ao was not called out of Feng'ao, the reason why it was changed to this name is because the emperor chose a concubine among the people at that time, and it happened that in this village that did not know how many lifetimes of blessings had such a great opportunity, a family was selected to be a folk girl who wanted to be the ancestral tomb with green smoke, and since then a person has been glorified like a chicken dog ascending to heaven for a long time, and the whole village was the existence of the eyes above the top at that time. It's just that later, the vicissitudes of life and things are wrong, and the concubine doesn't know whether she fell out of favor later or lost a hundred, in short, the village slowly became uncared for, and in the end it became the dilapidated field now.

Most of the farmers in the village have moved to the suburbs of Xibo City, which is not far away, as long as they cross the mountain in front of the village, they will arrive at the suburbs of Xibo City, and they are all obsessed and pay attention to the old people who are reluctant to leave their ancestral roots.

The only remaining seven or eight households are all old women who are over the age of old with inconvenient legs and feet, but the only difference is that the stupid descendant of the old Feng family in the east of the village, about 20 years old, is silly and does not like to talk, and laughs when he sees people, giving people the feeling of lack of heart. This stupid Housheng is said to be the childless old man Feng who went to the mountains to chop wood three years ago, when the stupid Housheng was seriously injured and lying in a pool of blood and was delirious, it was the old man Feng who dragged him back and took care of him to pick up this little life. At that time, the blood on the whole body was congealed with the body, and it was only when the injuries were all healed that they were taken off piece by piece. This smirking descendant has never been very talkative, and he doesn't know what to ask, so he only says that his name is Song Li.

After that, the old man Feng, who had been kind-hearted all his life, left him in his own home, and he was obedient in his later life, with his strength, chopping wood, carrying water, plowing the fields, and occasionally going to the mountains to catch some game, relying on him, a young man, to support the dozen or so old people in the village, but he was also self-sufficient and content.

At sunset, the stupid posterior squatted at the gate of the courtyard and gnawed on a black-faced nest, saying that it was a yard, but it was just a fence as a simple partition. There are only a few people in the village, all of whom are old people with old arms and legs, not to say that they are guarding against anyone, but installing such a thing can be regarded as a home, and they can be at ease.

Old man Feng staggered out of the house with a black pottery bowl that was missing, shouting "Song Li".

Like the name of the village, the silly queen who has a nice name but is extremely inconsistent with his actual appearance turned his head, looked at the old man Feng who was full of messy silver threads, and smirked.

"Drink porridge." Old man Feng stretched out the black pottery bowl, and his mouth with few teeth left was very open, which was called kindness.

There is always a feeling that cannot be expressed in words or in words, but it can be understood by looking at it.

The stupid queen with a nice name got up, stuffed the half of the nest in his hand into his mouth, took the bowl and poured it.

Old man Feng looked at the stupid Housheng two steps away from him, and told him dotingly, "Slow down, don't choke." ”

Song Li nested with porridge in her mouth, grinning and smirking and not daring to open her mouth wide, looking funny.

"There are still two nests in the house, and I will go and get them after drinking the porridge." Old man Feng was afraid that this stupid child would not eat enough, and he would have to save most of the rations from his mouth at every meal, in his words, the old man had a bad stomach, and he couldn't digest it if he ate too much.

The stupid Housheng just smiled, raised his head and drank the last mouthful of porridge, handed the bowl back to Old Man Feng, wiped his mouth with his hand, rubbed his hands on the patched worn cotton jacket, and turned back to the courtyard gate to squat there.

Old man Feng is also happy to watch, whether it is a kid at his age who is considered to be on his knees, or a coffin bearer after a hundred years, this is a good thing.

He deserves to be happy.

"Song Li, tomorrow I will take two more bundles of firewood and go to the city to exchange for some meat." Old man Feng didn't care if the stupid Housheng had his back to him or listened to him, "I left late last morning and didn't come back after dark, so this time I left a little early." Climb that mountain, no matter how good your feet are, it will take you two or three hours to go back and forth. ”

In the past, the two of them went into the city together, and they walked the first day and returned the second day, so they were walking and playing if they were not in a hurry. Later, once Old Man Feng walked on the mountain road and broke his foot, Song Li never let Old Man Feng go to the city again, and he was in a hurry and would go back and forth a day.

Song Li didn't speak, but he understood what he was thinking, Old Man Feng.

Regardless of whether Song Li agreed or not, Old Man Feng turned around and walked back to the house.

The sun was completely hidden behind the mountain, and it shouldn't have darkened so quickly in this season, but the whole mountain looked pitch black.

Song Li watched the moon climb up the sky, circled around the small courtyards of those families a few times, and walked back with peace of mind after seeing the lights out, and before she reached the gate of her own courtyard, she saw a person walking on the path extending from the back of the mountain outside the village.

Far away, it was dark again, and Song Li, who should not be able to see who was coming, suddenly constricted her pupils.

The tension is not visible, and the constricted pupils do not obviously reflect his inner emotions, but the hands that are slowly clenching have betrayed the mind he wanted to hide but couldn't.

"Ah Li, is it inconvenient for Fang to talk a few words?" The visitor was covered in a precious brocade robe that no one in this small village had ever seen, and a miserable white hand was on a round-headed cane, and the black bumps in his palm were smooth and shiny, apparently soaked in a lot of time.

There are still people from a long distance to speak, the voice is as thin as mosquitoes and flies, humming and chirping, yin and yang weird, so that people can't tell whether it is a man or a woman just by listening to this voice, which is very weird.

This sentence must have been said to Song Li, and it was really only said to Song Li, and the words clearly fell on Song Li's ears and did not disturb others in this quiet night.

At least the big yellow dog in the village, which could hear the rabbit's legs dozens of feet away, was silent at this time, and lay quietly in the nest.

Song Li, who was rescued by Old Man Feng on the mountain three years ago, said that she was a stupid poster, her eyes were as clear as the clear spring at the entrance of the village, how could she still look a little silly, slowly let go of her fists, and looked at several families behind her, and after making sure that she didn't disturb them, she took a step.

One step at a time, and the foothold is in front of the comer.

The head of the person who came was also hidden in the hat connected to the brocade robe, and it was indeed difficult for outsiders to distinguish the gender of this person, but Song Li could clearly understand the identity of this person.

"Follow me." Song Li, who is usually stupid, now has no usual chaos in her eyes, and her words and deeds are also capable.

The person who came on crutches turned around and also raised his feet to step, the first to come before and after and Song Li side by side shuttled in the mountains, originally ordinary people need an hour or two to cross the mountain in front of the village, now the two people who walked over the mountain at night only a quarter of an hour have reached the top of the mountain, looking southwest is the behemoth of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Xi'an.

This mountain is nameless, and it should belong to the Panshan family, but compared with the titular Panshan in the west, it is less lush and more rocky.

When I went up the mountain, the sky was not so dark in the col, like a dilute ink dye, gray. Song Li didn't look at the brightly lit Xi'an like the brocade-robed man who hadn't moved since he went up the mountain, but squatted backwards and stretched out his arms on his knees, looking at the small mountain village with only a vague outline at the bottom of the mountain.

He was worried that Old Man Feng would find him in case he could go down the mountain as soon as possible.

"Do you want to catch the knife man back?"

The question that came from the beginning and end made Song Li's body tremble obviously. It seems that it is a name that has been very old for him and has no impression, this offspring who has completely lost his usual silly appearance, picks up a weed that has not yet returned to green and holds it at the corner of his mouth, chewing the green inside.

"Where are the knife catchers now?"

After the Great Zhou Dynasty unified the north and south, the first emperor Tianwen Emperor secretly summoned a group of martial arts masters in the rivers and lakes to guard him, which was to "catch the knife". After the day after that, Emperor Wu Jian ascended the throne and arranged the knife catcher to the palace to protect the children of the royal family.

Seven years ago, there was a matter in the capital and Beijing that the entire imperial court knew about it secretly, and then the imperial court spared no effort to forcibly ban everything related to this matter.

For this kind of thing that makes the authorities so taboo, it is naturally not something that ordinary people can handle, and as a knife catcher so close to the center of power, directly obeying the orders of the royal family, Song Li participated in it without permission.

Although even the people involved at the time did not know the whole picture of the ins and outs of that incident, but such a sensitive identity as Song Li openly disobeyed the holy order and put the royal family in a position?

Not long after that, for this knife catcher who did not distinguish between public and private, under the full protection of an internal supervisor, he was exempted from capital crimes, but he also fell into the responsibility of being degraded to a common person, and he was never hired.

After Song Li mixed in the rivers and lakes, the knife catcher was replaced by the embroidered clothes envoy in the palace in the following years, and he had nothing to do with him.

Thinking back, Song Li looked at this person who was also a teacher and friend to him, and laughed at himself: "As soon as the sage Lao'er Chrysostom opens, how can it be so easy to go back?" You don't seem to have that power now. ”

The person who was beside Song Li and his back snorted, and said, "There is a great opportunity right now, if you do it well, you can naturally go back." ”

Song Li scoffed, noncommittal about this statement, "Let's talk about it, I can do it." ”

"Kill someone."

"Who?"

"I don't know."

Song Li spit out the grass branch and looked up at the visitor, "Xie Lao'er, are you bored with me?" ”

The person who came also turned his head to Song Li, he couldn't see any expression in his hat, and his tone was still plain, "If you do it, someone will naturally look for you when you go to the capital and tell you everything." ”

After thinking about it, Song Li still didn't understand the essentials and asked, "Does this have anything to do with the above?" ”

"I don't know." The person surnamed Xie shook his hat, "Anyway, that person told me that he is 100% sure that you will be the sword catcher in front of the emperor." ”

Song Li remained silent about this explanation, he felt that no one in the world should be able to make the saint of the Ninth Five-Year Venerable take back his life for such a dispensable small role.

After all, it has been seven years, and he is such a No. 1 person, and it is estimated that he has long been forgotten by the Son of Heaven, who is engaged in national affairs all day.

"You just trust that man to do it?" With Song Li's understanding of the people who came, from the realization that there is now a situation of twenty years younger, even the horse-faced little guy who gets along with this person day and night, he doesn't say that he really believes it.

A sigh came from the brocade robe, "Believe it or not, you don't have to give it a try." If you continue to be like this, how can you be worthy of your mother? ”

Song Li was silent again.

"Do it or not?" Another question came from the brocade robe.

Song Li asked in a deep voice, "Who sent you the letter?" ”

"Don't think about that." Obviously, he guessed what Song Li meant, and the person who came directly dispelled his thoughts, "The person who sent me the letter is very careful, I asked someone to follow him, and I lost it." ”

"Why don't I try?" Song Li looked sideways at the face hidden in the darkness again, "Let's say it first, this matter is not forced, it is not bad for me to stay in Izufengao." ”

The miserable white hand outside the brocade robe poked the offspring who always had a simple smile with a cane in his hand, and snorted coldly: "Breath." ”