It is the fiftieth year, when the big river is dry, the blazing sun shines on the Guanzhong Plain, the earth is cracked into pieces of tortoise shell, the river is cut off layer by layer, and the Weihe basin is a depression.

The mountains of the land of Sanqin seem to have been split straight from the top to the bottom by someone, and the valley of seven or eight miles is winding and narrow. The valley is staggered with dead branches, weeds are crisscrossed, and the north wind roars and rolls up dust and sand.

The green of the cliffs was long gone, replaced by patches of withered and unnutritious yellow, and the stones rusted like pig iron, allowing the yellow sand to rise and fall on the body. Occasionally, three or two wild crows in the valley were on the branches of the rotten wood, watching passers-by, or pecking at the rotten bones, whether they were foraging for food or idleness after eating.

A man was walking in the valley, and through the mist, he was leading his horses, humming a little song, singing loudly and heroically, and walking leisurely in the valley. The valley, which had been quite quiet and desolate, was revitalized by the song and the bell hanging from the horse.

The song is "Bodhisattva Man", if you want to talk about the origin, it is a popular repertoire in the Sanhe area, and the author is the famous composer Mr. Ji Yong.

The sound rippled up the mountain walls to the left and right, and the eagle was gone.

On the way up the valley road, there was a post station, and several families, who ran a tavern and a blacksmith shop in the middle of the road. The tavern was half-hidden and not closed, but it was surprisingly quiet, not much closer than usual. A cloth flag fluttered and fell in the wind at the door, high and low. The hooves are as crisp as they sound, and they stop when they are under the banner. The man tied the reins to the flagpole, and the horse stood with his neck flat, flicked his tail, shook his mane, and after two breaths came out of his nostrils, he stood motionless under the flag. The man patted the horse's neck and stroked his mane before turning and entering the shop.

The room was dark and unrecognizable, except for a little sunlight squeezing in through cracks in the roof. Two or three rough wooden tables, three or four benches in the middle of the hall, and a long cabinet behind it. Behind the long cabinet lay a scar-faced man, his eyes sunk into the flesh and could not seep light. The man approached the long cabinet, reached out and threw a few coppers, which shook and scattered on the long chest. The scarface propped up his head, and did not look at the copper, but took down a clay pot, a bowl, a plate, and a pair of long chopsticks from the cabinet behind him, and put a plate of dried meat from under the cabinet with a trick, and scratched a few paulownia into the cabinet.

The man took a knife from his waist, cut off a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth, but after chewing it, he swallowed it, and began to eat the next piece of meat with a sip of wine.

"Isn't it just you Xin He Shi who can use fish intestines to cut dry meat and eat it in the world?" Scarface propped his head, just watching the person opposite eating meat, but he was a little bored, and opened his mouth to chat.

"It's all knives, why can the other knife cut meat, this knife can't. Xin Hoshi lowered his head to cut the flesh and did not raise his eyes.

"Of course not, this knife is a blade of bravery, used to kill all evils, is it an ordinary blade for slaughtering dogs and pigs?"

"How is the difference between all evil and pigs and dogs?" Xin Heshi raised his head and glanced at Scarface, stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, and then lowered his head to cut the meat.

"It's... It's no different, but this is a blade of specialization, and it's more or less a divine weapon, and it's too cheap to use for food. Scarface had nothing to say, but he had something to say, so he said one more word. Xin Heshi did not reply, and the room fell silent again.

"Is there any news from Luoyi?" Xin Heshi took a sip of wine, wiped it with his sleeve, and raised his eyes and asked.

"Yuan Jing's husband became the master of Sanfu, and he regarded himself as a master of Taishi, and held the Son of Heaven hostage and issued an edict to divide the two states of Qingyan into the Jin land. As soon as Scarface heard Xin Heshi's words, he cursed angrily.

"It makes sense. Xin Hos paused. "How's the battle going in the North?"

"Youzhou has been occupied by the Jin army, King Yan led his troops to fight to the death in Ji, King Xu of Jin is beneficial to Wuhuan Shan Yu, Wuhuan people have broken through Lu Longsai, King Yan is back to the enemy, I am afraid that the city will be broken in less than half a decade. Scarface sighed.

"Jicheng is broken, Yanzhou is gone, and Yan Kingdom is dead. That Yuan Jing will be revenged, and he was blinded by King Yan, but he was afraid that King Yan would die and be lifeless. Although the countries in the south are alliances, they have gaps with each other, Yuan Jingshan conspires, and he is only afraid that he will be broken one by one, and the Great Zhou Jiangshan will really fall into the hands of this horseman?"

"Definitely. Xin Heshi looked at the fish intestines in his hand. "Those who represent Zhou, those who are young are also. In this text, Wang Gongdan predicted that Yuan Jing was prosperous in the Jin, the earth, the yellow, the center, the north, the Xuan, and the water. The green one, the wood also, the aquatic wood, the wood and the earth. ”

"In this way, isn't Yuan Jing's thief going to be buried in his own hands. Scarface smiled and seemed to hear a great good thing.

"Not necessarily, but the words of the prince must be the truth. Xin Hoshi replied calmly.

"Well, who would have nothing to do to make up a curse to die?" Scarface nodded.

"I'll find this man and kill him. He stood up. "It's time, it's time for me to go. ”

Scarface didn't say anything, didn't get up, glanced at Xin Heshi's back before leaving, cleaned up the table, and continued to nap on his stomach, dreaming unfinished. Untying the reins of the flagpole, Xin Heshi took a fruit from the leather wrap on the side of the horse and stuffed it into the horse's mouth, rubbed the horse's head indulgently, and turned over on the horse. Tightening the leather armor, Xin Heshi turned the horse's head, clamped the horse's belly, and went back the way he came. The crunch of a string of hooves sounded in the valley, accompanied by bells, and "Bodhisattva Man". The sound rippled up the mountain walls on the left and right, and the falcon showed its trail again. After a while, the sound gets quieter and quieter.