At night, they did not hurry any further, and when they passed a boulder, they found a leeward cave in the boulder, which seemed to be left by a caravan in the past, not very deep but enough to withstand the cold of the night, and decided to rest in this cave for the night.

Entering the stone insight, there are some unburned fires in the cave, and there were indeed passers-by who stayed here at night before, so it is also a lot more convenient, and they picked up a few half-burned dry firewood one by one, and soon made a fire in the stone cave.

He lowered his head and looked for the food that Aunt He had given to Weaving Dreams, took out a cake and baked it close to the fire, his cheeks looked warm in the light of the fire, his eyes were lowered, and his serious appearance made people unable to take their eyes off.

After turning it in his hand and baking it for a while, the cake became soft again and gave off a strong wheat aroma.

Weaving Dream stared at him with his chin propped up, and couldn't help but smile: "Brother seems to be very skilled in such trivial tasks as going to the kitchen." ”

Zhu'an handed her the baked cake, "Eat some first." He picked up another one and continued to bake it by the fire, and then replied to her words, "When I was on the mountain, I took care of the master's daily life, and I got used to it." ”

Weaving Dream took a small bite of bread and chewed it carefully, saying that she also had a lot of knowledge of Zhu'an's master medical fairy Forget Worries, in the past, when Hua Nai taught her martial arts, she would also tell her about the martial arts of various sects and factions in the rivers and lakes and legendary stories, in these stories, the legends of the rivers and lakes specially picked out to tell have forgotten worries, and the world mentioned that forgetting worries immediately associated with his superb medical skills that are widely praised by the world, but Hua Nai told her that he forgot worries and created a set of swordsmanship.

Brother's swordsmanship is the master's forgetfulness, although Zhu'an has never heard of the name of forgetfulness of this swordsmanship, but when Master Hua Nai told her, he mentioned that the forgetful moon swordsmanship, and later this name was also verified in the Phantom Flower Palace.

Forget the moon swordsmanship, only this one sword, colorless, phaseless, no anger and no madness. There is nothing to break the sword intent, and the sword qi does not add to the killing karma.

However, Forget Sorrow later abandoned the way of the sword, and after hiding in the world, he was only obsessed with medical skills, and the reputation of this set of swordsmanship was suppressed by his reputation as a medical immortal.

She had admired the elegance of this swordsmanship in the past, and she had seen its power in the hands of Zhu'an, and she could vaguely associate it with the style of forgetting worries.

"I see, the porridge my brother made last time was also delicious. ”

"If you like it, I'll make it for you when you want to drink it. ”

Weaving Dream smiled and nodded.

As the night grew darker, the two talked about getting ready to rest.

Weaving Dream and his clothes lay on the dry grass in the cave, not far away was the warm fire, and the night wind outside the cave was bitter, but no chill slipped in.

She turned her face slightly to see Zhu'an sitting at the entrance of the cave with her sword in her hands, closing her eyes and keeping vigil for her.

The delicate spikes peeked out of the crook of his arm.

The back is straight, like the sword in his arms, which is reassuring.

Weaving Dream suddenly remembered that Zhu'an told her about wanting to go to the general's grave.

"Ah Meng, can you accompany me to the general's mound?"

At that time, Weaving Dream was still a little stunned when she heard it, as far as her understanding of Zhu'an was concerned, her brother would rarely take the initiative to make a request.

After going through a lot of ups and downs together, they can communicate with each other without saying much, and they will naturally take the initiative to consider each other, just like when they went deep into the Phantom Flower Palace and touched the secret of the Phantom Flower Palace, Zhu'an was first worried about whether Weaving Dream would feel uncomfortable, and they had to ask her wishes before making a decision, and Weaving Dream was the same for Zhu'an.

Weaving dreams many times, they must go to the general's mound on this trip to Wucheng, although they have already obtained it from Zhu'an's mouth

Knowing that it is just an empty tomb, it is still special and needs to be treated with care.

After thinking about it many times, she still felt that it would be better to let Zhu'an go in by herself first, some feelings were too secret and soft, she could accompany her brother to the northwest, give him company and comfort him, but she couldn't face it for him.

The general's mound is like a hidden wound left by time, and its existence is always a reminder that Zhu'an wants to clear the fog of pain.

There are a lot of things in the world, and she can't change anything, so she will be more and more careful to protect Zhu'an.

However, this time it seems to be a little different, Zhu'an took the initiative to ask her wishes, on the other hand, it was already a small show of weakness, he took the initiative to open his inner softness to Weaving Dreams, hoping that she could be by his side.

It's a very small gesture, but it really makes her happy.

Weaving Dream nodded seriously, "I can't ask for it." ”

It's good anywhere, as long as her brother speaks, even if it is a sea of swords and fires, she is willing to accompany him.

After looking at it for a while, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Seeing from a distance that there were two or three steep mountains towering in front of him, Zhu'an pointed to that place and said to Weaving Dreams: "I have read in the book before, there are three mountains and one pass outside the Northwest Dock City, and the comment is: The high gorge flows through the clouds, and people follow the birds through the clouds. The peaks were raining, and they were relatively speechless. It can be described as foggy, long like a snake, mighty and mighty. Therefore, it is called the Silver Snake Pass, which is the only way to Wucheng, and if you see it, Wucheng will not be far away. ”

Weaving dreams looked in the direction of Zhu'an, and sure enough, as the criticism said, there was a gap between several peaks, and the fog between the mountains was filled, and only the outline of the mountains could be seen from a distance, "Look at it is a steep pass, easy to defend and difficult to attack, I remember Uncle He said, after seeing the silver snake pass, go east for five miles to reach the general's mound." ”

Zhu'an nodded, "Exactly. ”

Weaving Dream raised his hand and pushed Zhu'an's back to the east, "It's almost to the Silver Snake Pass, which means that the destination is also very close! ”

"Isn't Ah Meng going to rest?" They had already walked a long way after leaving the stone cave at dawn, he didn't have anything by himself, he used to be ordered to go down the mountain to get to some remote villages, he was used to a long time in a hurry, he was worried that Weaving Dream would be tired of sleeping with him but refused to say.

Weaving Dream popped his head out from behind him and said with a smile: "My brother is well-read and has a strong memory, and he can always tell a lot of interesting things, and he doesn't feel tired at all when he walks with his brother." ”

Compared with her before, it is much better to be left with only one person when she walks.

Zhu'an turned to the side and pulled her to his side, rubbed her hair, and gently admonished, "If you're tired, you have to tell me." ”

The two walked side by side again, and Zhimeng nodded with a smile: "I know, I suddenly want to eat Jiangnan's ice crystal horn." ”

"Why?"

Weaving Dream raised his hand and gestured at the Silver Snake Pass in the distance, "Brother, look, the Silver Snake Pass is white, and it looks like an ice crystal horn." ”

Zhu'an looked into the distance, and a doting smile appeared on his lips, as if he remembered the past, "The scenery of Jiangnan is charming, and it is worth a good trip." ”

This sentence was what Zhimeng said to him when they first arrived in Jiangnan, and he still remembered it.

Weaving dreams also remembered, "I want to go with my brother." ”

"Good. ”

They returned when they arrived at the shogun's mound

It's not dusk, and the sky is still bright.

The years have passed, the grass is all over, the meaning of dilapidation is very strong, only a vague outline remains, but its original appearance can still be recognized, the houses are like this, the courtyards are distinct, although it has collapsed into ruins, only the broken eaves and broken walls remain, but it can still be seen that this was once a small village.

Weaving Dream looked at the desolation in front of him, and asked with some hesitation: "Brother, the general's mound was built in an abandoned village in ......?"

Although Uncle He said when he came that after seeing the Silver Snake Pass, he went five miles east and met a small village and went to the general's mound, but this was still quite different from the village she imagined.

According to the rumors in the world, Lin Jingzhi, the general of the protector of the country, was killed in battle, the martyrdom of the commander of the three armies can be described as the death of the whole country, and the body of the general was buried in the mausoleum, but the general's grave was repaired in this small village, not to mention that this village is far away from the battlefield, the location is remote, and it has been abandoned for many years.

There's weirdness in this story.

Weaving Dream stopped talking after saying two sentences, she could see this, and her brother would definitely be able to see it, and he must be getting worse and worse in his heart.

In the distance, there are wild geese flying together, like a fluttering feather falling from the clouds, Zhu'an suddenly felt a little chilly, and suddenly found that I don't know when it has been autumn.

I can't tell you what it feels like, it's just a little lonely.

Zhu'an looked up at the wilderness, and heard the caution of weaving dreams, as if he had a little more courage, no matter how difficult it was, he had to go on.

"Let's go, let's go in. ”

He stretched out his hand towards Weaving Dreams, his five fingers were slender and powerful, a pair of hands that diagnosed diseases and fiddled with medicinal herbs, and also a pair of hands holding swords to kill, he had a mixed temperament between the youthfulness of a teenager and the calmness of an adult, making Weaving Dream believe that her brother had the power to stir the world.

Dream Weaver raised his hand and put it on his palm.

Walking into the abandoned village, the road in the middle of the ruins is quite wide, leading straight to the general's tomb, the slight difference is that the nearby wild grass is almost knee-high, but the weeds around the general's tomb have been carefully cleaned up, the traces are obvious, it is a recent thing, someone came to the general's tomb to worship, and the weeds were patiently cleaned up.

No matter who it is, it is called to chase the peace of mind.

The years are not forgiving, and the stone tablet in front of the grave has been crawled with traces of time, which looks particularly vicissitudes.

Looking at the words on the stone tablet, he knelt down straight.

Weaving Dream retreated half a step away and knelt down respectfully.

The two knelt down and saluted seriously, and the atmosphere became solemn.

A thousand words pressed in his heart and could not be spoken, and Zhu An could only feel a little comforted by pressing his forehead against the cold stone tablet.

I didn't want to disturb my brother, and after kneeling down seriously, Weaving Dream stood up on tiptoe and left this inch of space to Zhu'an, presumably my brother had a lot to say.

She looked around the neighborhood and stumbled upon a hidden path behind the general's mound, and the dead branches on the side of the road still had broken holes that had been cleared by sharp weapons, as if someone was holding a long knife or something to cut through the thorns with a wave of his hand to facilitate passage.

Weaving Dreams stopped and looked at this road suspiciously, where did this road lead?

After thinking for a moment, she walked towards the path.