"Thousands of miles of snow are falling, and the dragon sand is suddenly gone. From the clouds to the scattered, because of the wind swept back and forth. The grass is like a butterfly, and the falling trees are like flying flowers. If it is given to the leaver, it will be discounted to replace Yaohua. ”

This poem is written by the Liang Dynasty poet Pei Ziye, just a few words will be in the cold wind in the snowflakes flying clouds rolling scene depicted as if you have seen it, only in the last two sentences in the scene of love, to those in the cold winter but have to leave the hometown of the wanderers to send some sympathy and wishes.

As far as the eye can see, the land of Liaodong is vast, it has been snowing for a whole day and finally it has come down, the north wind is whistling from time to time, sweeping the snow on the dead trees and branches on the roadside, just like the butterflies and flowers.

If you are in a rich family, sitting on a stove and enjoying the snow through the curtain is not an elegant and beautiful thing, but for the poor family, you just look outside and say "Ruixue Trillion Year", then tighten your sleeves, and then retract back into the hut where the wind is poured around.

When the Tang Dynasty, the name of the country was changed to the Great Zhou for more than a year, which emperor stepped down, the queen ascended the throne, and which prince was demoted, but the discussion did not affect the life here at all, the only concern of the people is only how much silver tax to pay every year, in the words of the village tax officer, "Whoever is handed over is not paid." ”

Close to the end of the year, is the farmer every year rare agricultural slack season, commonly known as "cat winter", every household is closed to prepare for the New Year, the heavy snow has accumulated more than a foot deep, although it is the wind and snow, the sun is hanging high, shooting blue and white light, everywhere is a piece of white miserable, bright dazzling.

A few drops of dark red blood were clearly dripping on the snow, stretching to the side of a firewood stack in a field in the distance, and the closer it got, the more blood flowed, as if it had been splashed on the ground.

It turned out to be a dozen masked people surrounding a middle-aged man in black clothes, who was panting and struggling to stand on the ground with a long sword, wounded somewhere, still bleeding.

Several of the masked men were wounded by his sword, and some had fallen in the snow, dead or alive.

One of the leaders saw that he couldn't attack for a long time, and stood up and said: "You have been running for days, and you are about to run out of strength, today is a chance to be lucky, so desperately resisting, it is better to tie your hands, I admire you as a good man, and I will definitely arrange a whole corpse for you." ”

The man in black shook his body for a moment, obviously being said by the other party, his eyes looked at this group of people fiercely, gritted his teeth and said: "Stop, you have the ability to kill me today, otherwise if I go back alive, I will definitely track you down one by one and cut my hatred with thousands of knives!"

Everyone heard his tone be cruel and vicious, and it happened that a cold wind blew through, and they all felt cold, but they still tightened the circle and slowly forced the man in black.

The masked man led by a pair of fleshy palms also slowly lifted, and the snowflakes melted into water droplets as soon as they landed more than an inch above the palms, and the drops fell into the palms with a "bang" sound as if falling on the red-hot iron, obviously with enough strength.

The man in black did not dodge, only poured the only bit of internal force into the long sword on the ground, and the long sword curved extremely much, as if he could no longer stand firmly.

Seeing this, the leader sneered, snorted, flew up, and slapped at the man, with a loud "pop", and the fleshy palm had already slapped his chest.

The man in black instantly took advantage of the power of his palm and the rebound of the long sword, and flipped backwards into the air, flying a few feet away and falling in an instant.

The leader shouted "not good", and immediately swept in the direction where the man in black fell to the ground, and when everyone arrived, there was only a big snow pit that was smashed out, and it looked white and vast everywhere, and there was no trace of the man in black!

The crowd searched everywhere, but to no avail.

The leader stomped his feet hatefully and said: "A moment of negligence, he actually let him escape with cunning! Anyway, although he used the power of the back flight to unload most of my palm, but it is freezing here, and no one comes, after all, there is only one end of freezing to death in the north, let's retreat!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, and the dozen or so people withdrew in an instant.

In the middle of the night, the snow in the ditch of the ridge suddenly wriggled, and at first glance, it looked like a ghost with only a face and hands.

The ghost brushed away the snow covering his face, and it was the man in black just now, but he changed into a white dress.

He made a dangerous move, took a hard palm, turned a few feet away with his strength, flipped the extremely dazzling black shirt in the air, hurriedly flipped it over and wore it after landing on the ground, hid in the ditch, grabbed a stone and hit the trunk of the tree next to him with all his might. The snow on the tree suddenly fell all over his body, and he was able to hide from the search of the dozen or so people.

This escape from death is easy to say, but it is unthinkable for people who are not wise and scheming, and people who are not bold and careful dare not do it.

The man sighed and tried to stand up, but a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

If on weekdays, that palm can't even touch the hem of his clothes, and now ...... His gut had been devastated.

He barely rolled over, crutched with his sword, resisted the sharp pain in his chest, and crawled to the side of the road.

As soon as he reached the road, he could no longer support it and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man only felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and he said in his heart: "I finally escaped from this group of traitors, but I have to die in this ice and snow? No, I still want to seek revenge on him......

He hated the name of the enemy several times in his heart, but he felt that his face seemed to have stiffened, and his mouth could no longer speak, and he gradually felt nothing.

In the evening, the village road is covered in snow, and it takes careful discernment to recognize a gray line that winds into a village.

At this time, an old man and a young man walked on the road, supporting each other.

Although there was more than a foot of snow on the road, the young man did not care at all, and was very playful, and for a moment he let go of the old woman and took a few steps forward, and then he bent down and rubbed a snowball and threw it vigorously into the distance.

Seeing this, the old woman showed a kind smile, and did not stop it, but shouted with a little worry: "Lan'er jog, don't fall!"

As he was shouting, he saw that the young man seemed to have tripped over something under his feet and fell into the snow.

The young man called "Lan'er" didn't care, got up, patted the snow on his body and looked at his feet: "What, how is it in the middle of the road......" When he saw clearly what tripped him, his face changed instantly, and he jumped out a few steps and turned around and shouted: "Grandma, grandma!"

The old woman was frightened when she heard him shouting, and hurried to the front, looked along Lan'er's fingers, and was also shocked, and took Lan'er into her arms and patted her head while whispering slowly: "Touch Mao'er, can't be scared, drag your ears, be scared for a while." Lan'er is not afraid, Lan'er is not afraid. ”

The thing that lay across the road was a frozen corpse, covered in a thick layer of snow.

The two of them had the audacity to sweep away the snow, revealing the face of a middle-aged man, blue in color, with clenched lips, messy hair, and a thick beard with ice stubble.

The style of the frozen corpse's clothes is exquisite and gorgeous, but it is very thin, and what is even more strange is that this shirt seems to be worn upside down, and the plain white lining is covered with specks of blood.

Although the man is deceased, he firmly grasps a long sword in his hand, and his knuckles are blue and white, and he must not give up the sword even if he dies.

The old woman sighed and said to Lan'er in her arms: "It seems that I came from a long distance, and I must have suffered a lot after a long journey. If he is allowed to fall on the road, and when it gets dark it will frighten other passers-by, let us do a good deed and carry him to the grass by the roadside. ”

As soon as the two of them lifted the frozen corpse, an object fell out of the corpse, glowing softly blue on the snow.

After placing the body properly, Lan'er ran to pick up the object, which turned out to be a jade plaque.

He was young and poor, and he had never seen such an item, and he didn't know that he was holding a piece of fine ancient jade, and he could exchange it for a few hundred taels of silver at any pawnshop, so he just returned to the frozen corpse and squatted down, and stuffed the jade plaque in his hand back into the placket of the man's clothes.

When the old woman saw Lan'er behaving like this, she smiled and was quite appreciative.

Lan'er's little hand stopped in the placket of the frozen corpse, looked up at the old woman with a puzzled expression, and said in surprise: "Grandma, why is there still heat in the chest of this corpse?"

The old woman hurriedly squatted down and probed her fingers in front of the "corpse" nose for a long time, only to notice that there was still an extremely faint breath.

At this time, the sky was already dark, and the surroundings were getting colder and colder, knowing that the cold winter in the north needed to work and move around from time to time to drive away the cold.

The old woman said in her heart: "Fortunately, we met us, otherwise I would faint here, and in another hour or two, I am afraid that I would really freeze to death." ”

Immediately greeted Lan'er, the two of them dragged a dozen dead branches from the side of the road, tied the grass and straw, put the man on the dead branches, one dragged it, one pushed it, and slid on the snow road.

One of them was an old woman over half a hundred years old, and the other was a young man, and it took great effort to get this person home.

When the man was brought into the house, they were already sweating profusely, and Lan Er sat on the threshold panting, but the old woman only rested for a moment, beat her chest, coughed twice, and went into the house.

In a moment, there was a crackling sound of firewood, smoke rising, and the room slowly warmed up.

After about half an hour, the man woke up, opened his eyes, looked around, and saw that he was in a hut.

There is an old square wooden table in the house, on which an oil lamp is burned, a teapot and a tea bowl are placed, and two wooden boxes covered with blue and white cloth are placed against the wall.

A young man's voice outside asked in a vague voice, "Grandma, shall we go to Daji to buy firecrackers tomorrow?"

Another old woman said, "There are still sick people at home, and tomorrow I will go to the town to ask a man to take the pulse, and let it be delayed for a few more days." ”

The young man seemed to be extremely unhappy, and said, "Originally, I talked to Ah Gui and them...... They're going to call me stingy. ”

The old woman replied, "Lan'er, is it more important to play or to save people's lives?"

The young man said: "You have to reason with me again, of course it is important to save people's lives......

The old woman ignored the young man's disappointment, and ordered, "Lan'er, go in and see if the kang is hot?"

The man hurriedly stretched out the quilt with both hands and touched it to the side, but found that his long sword was beside him, hurriedly grabbed it in his hand, closed his eyes again, and secretly stored strength in his hand, only waiting for someone to come close and be caught off guard.

Just a little exertion, I felt that my body was extremely heavy, and the heavy blow to my chest was still painful, and I couldn't lift it at all.

Just as he was thinking about it, someone had already approached, and a pair of small hands reached under him and fumbled for a while, and then the horns were tucked more tightly.

The man stood up with all his strength, grabbed the wrist of the visitor with his left hand, choked with his right hand, and the long sword was already on the man's neck, and then looked closely, it turned out that the person under the sword was a teenager.

The young man's originally happy expression slowly turned to fear, his eyes showed shock, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and he seemed to be about to cry.

The man relaxed his wrist a little and whispered, "Don't move, what is here?"

The young man's mouth was deflated, and he was about to cry, but when he saw that although the other party had a good face, he exuded a fierce aura, and he didn't dare to speak out loud anymore, and said in a low voice: "This is my house, and my grandmother and I carried you back." With that, he was already sobbing quietly.

The old woman outside asked, "Lan'er, why don't you speak?"

After a while, the footsteps were near, and I guess I didn't hear an answer for a long time, and I was in a hurry, so I wanted to go into the house to see for myself.

When the young man heard that his grandmother was coming in, he hurriedly shouted, "Grandma, don't come in!" The voice was anxious and worried, very worried that the old woman would be in danger when she came in, and did not care about the long sword that was around his neck.

At this time, the curtain of cotton cloth was lifted from the outside, and a bowl of hot soup was handed in first, and then an old woman walked in, and when she saw the scene in the house, the bowl in her hand suddenly trembled, and some soup splashed out.

The old woman also looked frightened, but she forced herself to calm down, put the hot soup on the table, turned around and looked at it for a while, and said: "Your face is much better, you are frozen, such a big snowstorm is only wearing single clothes, no one can resist it! We are an ordinary farmer in a remote mountain village, and the officials who collect taxes on weekdays rarely come down by themselves, there will be no danger, you don't have to worry about anything, let this child go." ”

Although these words were said very calmly, his voice trembled slightly, obviously very afraid that the man would hurt the young man in his hands.

The man hesitated, but the young man under the sword kept struggling and shouted, "You bad guy! If you don't have us, you will freeze to death!"

As soon as these words came out, the man couldn't help but show a look of shame on his face, but he still didn't let go.

When the old woman saw that he was moved, she said slowly: "We don't expect you to be grateful for the picture after we saved you, but we just beg you not to hurt us old and young." ”

The man's face turned slightly red, knowing that he was in an ordinary peasant house and there was no danger, so he removed the sword, let go of the young man's wrist, and came down from the kang to worship: "Benefactor, please don't blame me for being reckless, just because I am now a frightened bird, and I must beware of others harming me in my dreams...... After that, he pulled the young man's wrist again, and there was a circle of bruises on it that he had grasped, and he was ashamed in his heart.

The young man was still scared in his heart, and when he saw him pull his wrist, he didn't dare to resist, but just looked at him silently.