Have you ever heard Ke mention his past before?

"Yes...... Okay?" Abu was stunned and replied vaguely.

In fact, for so many days in Jingwu, they ate and slept together, went to school together in the Taixue Hall, went to the teahouse to listen to books together, and walked around the huge Jianye City for a while, saying that Qin Ke had not mentioned his past, which was a lie. But Abu always felt that there were a lot of things buried in Qin Ke's stomach that he hadn't yet let him know.

In his own past, he himself knew that although he was poor, his life was a little harder, his stomach was a little hungry, his clothes were torn, and he occasionally needed to follow his family to escape the war in Wu that year, but it was not a "struggle to survive".

If there was no Zhuge Wanling, he would not know such a person at the peak of Jingwu, and it would be impossible for him to study in such a bright and spacious Taixue Hall, let alone practice qi and blood, so he was very grateful, and determined that one day in the future, he would definitely repay Zhuge Wanling.

And Qin Kena revealed a corner of the past, but Abu himself had never been in contact with it, so he was a little curious, but he felt that it was a bit impolite to ask about these things casually.

However, Qin Ke was obviously going to say something to him at this moment, so he scratched his head and said a little dumbfounded: "Do you want to talk to someone?"

Qin Ke looked at him and said helplessly: "Otherwise, am I talking to ghosts now?" Don't you say it, there are dead people in this camp every day, and there may be ghosts floating everywhere, otherwise why does Lord Zhou have to find a few monks to recite the scriptures next to him when the corpse is burned?"

Abu felt a chill down his spine and complained, "Don't say it so scary, your lord is just afraid that those victims will think so, so I specially invited a mage to calm their hearts." The plague was so violent that the whole camp was panicked, and many people even thought that it was possessed by ghosts and gods, and asked God to worship Buddha every day. With mages, at least they can sleep at night. ”

Qin Ke nodded, there were some logs at the door of the tent that had not yet been split, he moved two at random, and set them up at the door of the tent, sitting on them with his chin on his back to look at the stars, Abu also sat down, and there were sergeants patrolling in front of the two of them, looking at both of them with a bit of an interesting smile in their eyes.

Following.

Qin Ke rubbed his eyes that he couldn't open, he didn't finish talking to Abu last night, and he didn't fall asleep until the third watch, and the tent was simple, and the bed inside was a little smaller, so he went to the stable and picked up a bundle of straw and came back to make a temporary bunk, which completed the nightmare of "evil ghosts chasing people" all night, and at this moment the sky was gradually brightening, and he should also set off for a journey, and I don't know if the Qiao girl's potion has been prepared.

Before leaving, Abu asked him, "Do you want me to go with you?" ”

"No need. Qin Ke said with a smile, "You know, I have the skill of Xunfeng, even if I can't beat it, it shouldn't be a problem to escape, with more you, I still have an extra burden, and it will be even more troublesome when the time comes." ”

"You're really not merciless. Abu said helplessly, after a night of chatting, he also understood some of his good friend's past things, and probably understood his sympathy for these disaster victims, so many people were suffering from illness and dying, and ordinary people still had compassion, not to mention that Qin Ke was a person who escaped from the great famine and plague back then?

In the last sentence last night, he said, "My life was picked up, and if it weren't for Master, I would have died a long time ago." I think now, they probably feel the same way I did at the beginning, leaning against the tree, powerless to resist, only to feel death approaching step by step, and I am afraid when I think about it now. I just can't see so many people who can't wait for someone to save them when they die. ”

Abu's eyes softened: "Okay, be careful yourself." If it really doesn't work, don't force it, it's good that people can come back. ”

Qin Ke nodded, lifted the tent cloth, and the bright sky light shone in.

Wu County to the south of more than ten miles is the border of Zhongyu Mountain, but to get out of Wu County, it also takes half a day's journey, but fortunately, the horse under Qin Ke's seat is Zhou Gongjin's love horse, called "Meng", naturally much faster.

Meng is to the effect that it is green like a bud, symbolizing the vigorous growth of new shoots.

It is not a green horse, there is no green horse in this world, the reason why it has this name, because although it is covered with brown hair, when it was born, there happened to be a "green shade grass" in the stable, this herb does not have the effect of curing diseases and saving people, nor is there any toxicity, but its juice is the best dye in the world, even if it is scrubbed with soap powder, it will not fade at all.

Meng was just born, and when he rolled on the ground, his head was stained with the juice of this grass, and naturally the top of his head was dyed with a little green that could not be removed, and it became a joke for a while, after all, whether it is Jing Wu or Canghai, or even this huge world, "a little green on the top of the head", is not a good word, if it is ridiculed by those dignitaries and nobles, it is estimated that the relationship is bad and you have to make a feud, and if the relationship is good, people have to laugh and scold "You are a little green on the top of your head".

However, Meng showed his amazing talent at a very young age, and his horse breed was originally a divine horse that Jing Wu Chongjin bought from the sea, and its power could even command the herd. In addition to this "cute", it also gave birth to another "Chiyan", and now this Chiyan is Gao Changgong's most valued mount, running like fire, running day and night without tiredness.

And this hushorse named Meng, some people praised it: "Xiao Teng super Mai, dignified and vigorous, not trampling the soil, running over the birds, traveling thousands of miles in the wild, day by day, the color of the coat is shining, one shape and ten shadows, Yi Ran is in the army, and there is no way to go." ”

Although such praise is more of an exaggeration by those literati, it is enough to prove the speed of this horse.

Mo Yue was a morning's work, and Qin Ke could already see the towering Zhongyu Mountain. Qin Ke slowed down Meng's pace, listening to his horse's hooves walking on the official road, stroking its horse's mane, he exclaimed, "It's amazing." ”

It can be said that this way, if he is riding an ordinary war horse, it is estimated that he can only travel half the distance, and this speed can be said to be as fast as thunder. Moreover, although there was some sweat on Meng's body, his steps were still steady, and even his panting was very peaceful, which made Qin Ke love it more and more, thinking that if it was possible in the future, he would have to find a good horse for himself.

Of course, such a divine horse, he didn't dare to think about it, after all, he is not a person in a high position like Zhou Gongjin or Gao Changgong, for him, Jing Wu's local war horse is already a very good mount, Daoxiang Village under the Mo family's horse administration for the government to raise those horses Although it is said that they are also fat and strong, but after all, there is no special racecourse for exercising the foot, and Jing Wu's war horse has a special horse farm to cultivate, which costs a lot of money, a horse eats fine materials, and beans, oats, and Sorghum, and although he now has a monthly income in the Taixue Hall, he is afraid that it will be very difficult to raise such a war horse.

"The longer I stay in Jingwu, the more I feel like a poor bastard. Qin Ke said miserably, and he didn't know when he would be able to have a horse that only belonged to him, even if he was lazy and slower, it was always his own.

Thinking like this, Meng gently stepped forward, gradually approaching Zhongyu Mountain. The wind ruffled the tip of his nose, bringing a spicy scent of grass and earth.

Zhongyu Mountain is not just a mountain, but a group of mountains that are connected together, the highest part even feels like a straight into the sky, and the lowest part is like a stunted dwarf, sleepy in the middle of the high mountain.

He is slowing down now, not because he is afraid that Meng will not be able to hold on, but because this speed is too fast, and his equestrian skills are not good, under such a violent run, his ass is already extremely sore, and he is about to be hit into four petals, so he can only rest first.