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It was nearly February, and Yizhou ushered in a spring snow.

The spring snow is mixed with jet-black rain drops and occasional ice slag, and it drifts into the Yiyi Pass.

The spring snow that looks like mud does not add a trace of joy to the joyful atmosphere of the new year, but instead drenches the Yiyi Pass like a mud city.

Such bad weather will naturally affect people's mood.

In fact, few of the 100,000 male soldiers, including Li Yi, were in a good mood today, but except for the Jiawu battalion.

In the guard tent of the first battalion, a daily beating was taking place.

The target of the beating was naturally the 'pig-headed recruit' Zhang Xiaodao, and the attack was no longer limited to just nine people, sometimes thirty or forty people were also common.

Today is the fifteenth day of Zhang Xiaodao's stay in the guards of the Jiawu Battalion, and it is also the twenty-ninth time he has been beaten since he came here. And tonight, it is the thirtieth time, on average, twice a day, and it is obvious that Zhang Xiaodao still continues the glorious tradition of being in the 2nd army.

It's just that this is not a 2 Wu after all, Zhang Xiaodao wants to turn over the salted fish, and it seems that it is difficult to achieve it in the short term.

"Convinced!" shouted from inside the tent.

"Not convinced. Zhang Xiaodao's stubborn voice trembled a little.

"Alas. Someone sighed.

The voice quickly spread through the tent, and the joy of beating Zhang Xiaodao every day quickly dissipated, replaced by boredom and pity.

After Zhang Xiaodao was beaten for the twenty-ninth time, he reluctantly stood up, and then grinned the corners of his bloody mouth and said, "Continue at night." ”

Zhang Ruhu, the captain of the guard, who originally liked to look at Zhang Xiaodao and wanted to die but had a very hard backbone, said: "Farewell, tomorrow is the New Year, and there will be no blood." ”

"New Year?" Zhang Xiaodao muttered to himself, the whole person seemed to have lost his spirit, and said, "I'll go to Xiaohualou." ”

After speaking, Zhang Xiaodao walked out of the camp in despair under the puzzled looks of everyone.

His sudden lonely back made people's hearts sour for no reason, and someone said: "Captain, next time you should do it lightly." ”

Zhang Ruhu frowned and scolded this person: "**Every time I start to hate, I lick my face and say this." ”

The man's face was embarrassed, and Zhang Ruhu sighed lightly: "Next time, on the nine, don't thirty or forty people, bear people." ”

Everyone is snorting haha, thinking in their hearts that this is not your acquiescence?

Zhang Xiaodao greeted the mud ideas all the way and knocked on the door of Xiaohualou.

Yang Qing, who had long been accustomed to Zhang Xiaodao's blue nose and swollen face, did not say hello, turned around and walked into the depths of Xiaohualou, Zhang Xiaodao skillfully closed the wooden door, and sat on Mu Dunzi with empty eyes.

He's not a sentimental person, but this New Year was supposed to be spent with Fat Daddy and the innkeeper in his original plans.

When he deliberately did not count the time, but unexpectedly learned that tomorrow was the New Year, this feeling of loss naturally spread to his heart.

Yang Qing finally noticed the abnormality of Zhang Xiaodao today.

In the past, no matter how miserable he was beaten, there would be a momentum of never admitting defeat all over his body, and his waist would always be like a javelin.

However, today, his waist began to stiffen, and his expression was depressed to the extreme.

Yang Qing did not open his mouth to comfort, but added a precious medicinal herb called 'Dragon Planting Grass' to the wooden barrel, boiled hot water, and poured it into the wooden barrel.

Zhang Xiaodao subconsciously came to the barrel, took off his clothes without hesitation, and got into the barrel.

Yang Qing opened his mouth at this time: "Go to bed early, don't think too much, Ming'er and my sister are drinking." ”

Zhang Xiaodao nodded, watched Yang Qing walk up to the second floor, and then looked at the steam in front of him blankly, and gradually fell asleep in the increasingly blurred vision.

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning there was a noisy gong and drum in the Yiguan.

Zhang Xiaodao opened his eyes that were still a little swollen, wiped the eye feces from the corners of his eyes, yesterday's low feelings were long gone, and he closed his eyes with great interest, feeling the fruits of this night's vomiting.

The cyclone in the body is now huge, intuitively looking like a giant spiral nest in the endless ocean.

The dense meridians and acupoints scattered around it are like branches of streams and lakes, and the vitality that was absorbed into the body last night will first wash over every corner of the body like an external river, and when it is unable to continue, it will either merge into the stream or fill the lake.

When Zhang Xiaodao urges the cyclone to rotate wildly, it will generate a huge suction force, attributed the vitality in the lake in the creek to the cyclone, and every time it grows, the suction power of the cyclone will increase by one point.

The more powerful the cyclone, the more it can ensure the degree of rapid arrival of vitality.

What Zhang Xiaodao needs most now is to absorb countless Yuan Qi to strengthen the cyclone, and when the cyclone is strong enough to reach a certain level, he can step into the realm of knowing qi.

The three small products of the Qi Realm are divided into, the lower grade of holding qi, the middle grade of gathering, and the upper grade of condensation.

As the name suggests, when the cyclone is strong enough, it can hold the vitality to release and injure the enemy, which is considered to be a preliminary understanding of the use of the vitality, so this realm is called Zhiqi.

Zhang Xiaodao desperately hopes that he will step into the realm of Zhiqi, so he has slept a lot recently, and he plans to use it all to sleep in the free days of the New Year.

But Yang Qing didn't plan to let Zhang Xiaodao be idle, and arranged a lot of tasks after he woke up, Zhang Xiaodao could only accept it, but when he passed by the bronze mirror, he saw his face and couldn't help asking: "Sister Qing, do you think I'm handsome." ”

Yang Qing looked at Zhang Xiaodao's scarred cheeks and said, "To be honest, I don't know what your true face looks like, brother." ”

Zhang Xiaodao said very seriously: "I think so, although I may not be the most handsome one, but it will not affect the lonely and vast scenery of the border pass." ”

"Then?" Yang Qing asked.

Zhang Xiaodao continued to say seriously: "So, I really don't understand why they like to slap me in the face so much when they fight. ”

"Poof. Yang Qing smiled flawlessly.

Zhang Xiaodao sighed and said: "As the saying goes, you don't hit people in the face, and you don't kick birds when you kick people, I have written down this hatred." ”

Yang Qing joked: "My sister also wrote it down, but too many people hit you in the face, do you need to write it down on rice paper?"

"Good idea. The more Zhang Xiaodao thought about it, the more he felt the right appetite, and then said: "I have a good memory, I will come back later, let's write them all down, and wait for the day when Lao Tzu takes revenge, there is a solid basis." ”

"Okay, then you can go to work. ”

It's just that Yang Qing didn't expect that Zhang Xiaodao returned to Xiaohualou after a busy morning, and really wanted to use the small book to take revenge. What's even more incredible is that he can report that in that battle, whoever hit him in the right eye, who played a monkey to pick peaches, although he didn't pick it, but he also had to retaliate.

That afternoon, the sister and brother remembered their hatred in the small notebook, and Zhang Xiaodao described the scene with his teeth and claws, which made Yang Qing laugh again and again.

I don't know how long it took, but the siblings finally finished this not big, but extremely stingy thing, and then cooked their New Year's dinner.

The dinner was not sumptuous, not as pleasant as the shabu-shabu a few days ago, but the two of them were very happy, drinking a little wine, chatting and snorting, and before they knew it, they were a little dizzy, and before they knew it, the night was getting darker.

I don't know when, Zhang Xiaodao opened his mouth and asked, "Sister, why did you come to the border?"

Yang Qing's answer was a little unexpected, but it was reasonable, she said: "In order to help the border army kill more people in the Great Wilderness." ”

"Well, I also want to kill the Great Wilderness. Saying that, Zhang Xiaodao poured a mouthful of a particularly spicy burning knife and said: "If one day I have enough ability, I will definitely be like the barefoot monk back then, leaving indelible traces of pain on the Great Wilderness." ”

Yang Qing, who had flushed cheeks, slapped his face and said, "By the way, help me beat a person named Meng Khan." ”

Zhang Xiaodao said angrily: "Who is he?"

Yang Qing said disdainfully: "The boss of the temple." ”

"What kind of bullshit is the Temple?"

"Knife, you're right, the Temple is bullshit. ”

"Haha, let's have a drink. ”

Yang Qing and Zhang Xiaodao picked up the wine jug, touched each other, and took a big mouthful of the knife, and after drinking, they couldn't help but make a 'ha' sound in their throats.

"Do you want to hear my sister's story? ”

"Yes. ”

"It started a long, long time ago, and it could have been a long time. ”

"It's fine. ”

"By the way, after the New Year, you will be on duty in the Jiawu Battalion, you are going to the outpost outside the border gate, remember to prepare early. ”

"Well, sooner or later, I still want to hear stories, I like to listen to stories. ”

"Alright, I'll start talking about that. ”

"Good. Zhang Xiaodao put on a look of listening attentively, and the next story really made him sober.

The story begins with the Great Wilderness Temple.

In the Great Wilderness, the temple is the supreme being, and all tribes respect the Great Wilderness, and those tribes who do not obey the temple will have a self-evident fate.

But the temple is not the court of the Tang Dynasty, the temple will not take care of any civil affairs, the only thing the temple does is to endlessly ask for resources from the tribe, and then use these resources to cultivate the real elite of the Great Wilderness, as for taking these resources, whether people in this tribe will starve to death, no one cares in the Great Wilderness.

Therefore, in the great wilderness, battles between tribes and tribes are not uncommon, extermination, revival, and reincarnation are staged all the time in that land, and the only constant is the supreme temple.

And Yang Qing is one of the countless tribes that have been destroyed over the years.

Zhang Xiaodao was already shocked when he heard this, but he had to ask: "Sister, are you from the Great Wilderness?"

Yang Qing looked at Zhang Xiaodao's stunned expression, and then said softly, "It's a little shocking, isn't it?"

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and said softly: "I really can't accept this fact for a while. ”

Yang Qing took a sip of wine, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "This is a ridiculous fact, I don't look like a woman in the Great Wilderness at all." ”

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and said, "Yes, a typical woman in the Tang Dynasty." ”

"So I was considered by them to be the daughter of doom, so there were countless things that followed. Saying that, Yang Qing narrowed her eyes that seemed a little dissociated from the past, looking at the turbid wine in the wine jug, as if she saw the scenes of the first half of her life!