Lao Huang's realm is very solid, even if he has been a little slack in cultivation recently, but the time is very short, and his realm is still steadily improving.

I have to say that he is indeed a rare martial arts wizard in the world.

But his means are all declining.

As a means of the Assassins.

He could feel this clearly.

He walked in the mountains and forests, breathing fresh air, the aroma of plum blossoms, the smell of leaves, and the earthy smell of the river, he was still so keen.

His strength is still strong, his speed is still extremely fast, and his body is still not bad, but he himself knows that his heart is no longer as resolute as it used to be.

He also knows the reason, very simply, just because he has become a family, has something to cherish to take care of, and more simply, he is no longer as lonely as before.

After starting a family, having cherished things can make some people strong and some people weak.

Undoubtedly, he is the second kind.

Assassins were born to live with solitude.

He still hid in the small courtyard and locked the gate from the outside of the courtyard so that people would think that there was no one in the courtyard.

He dug a pit in the courtyard and buried both bodies in it, filling in the earth.

He just sat here for a while, and Zhou Bingyun's angry look, happy look, shy look, and the child in his belly appeared in his mind, not the enemy he needed to face.

He had spent his whole life trying desperately to get rid of loneliness, but until now, he had lost his loneliness and began to try to find that feeling again.

He was very messy, and then inexplicably began to think of Li Wenshuo again, because in his memory, Li Wenshuo used to be as lonely as him, but later, Li Wenshuo became no longer lonely, but he did not become weaker.

Li Wenshuo did not return to the barracks, but he still ran around on his own battlefield.

He kills alone, drinks alone, admires the moon and stars alone.

People should be the most lonely at this time, but he didn't, he could always feel that there was a person behind him, always following him two hundred feet away, no need to ask, it was the black fox again.

But who is he?

Even if he gets rid of him temporarily, after a few days, he will follow up again, like his own shadow, Li Wenshuo doesn't know, how can there be a person in the world who understands himself so well.

Even Luo Jiuyi can't do this.

Two people can not talk all day, just rely on eye contact, know what is in each other's minds, what is in their hearts, but they will never be like this, and a person is separated by such a distance, they can guess where a person is going and what he is going to do.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it was late at night.

The tall wooden castle tower was red by the flames.

The northwest wind was whistling like a man weeping sadly, and the mirror-like moon hung high in the sky, casting its soft light on the ground.

Li Wenshuo sat under an old tree, with a fire in front of him, on which was a fat pig's leg, and a pot of warm wine in his hand.

Warm wine needs to be drunk quickly, otherwise it will spoil quickly, so he gulps it down.

Two or three hundred paces away is the army's rejection of horses and fences, in front of the fence every ten paces a pile of bonfires, illuminating the surroundings.

The sergeants of Liyang leaned against the fire to warm themselves and nap with their backs to the fire, and the black flags with their swords intersecting occasionally rose and fell in the wind.

It was supposed to be a time to reunite with family.

But here and now, hundreds of thousands of troops are gathered together in such silence, with no relatives around, only the swords in their hands and the robes that share life and death around them.

Xue Renhai and Li Fugui were the same at this time, the long sword was hanging at their waists, and they were wearing full iron armor, only to put their helmets on the ground.

Li Fugui even wore a piece of heart protection glasses given by his mother on his chest.

He couldn't figure out why the emperor wanted to transfer them to the barracks and give a hand to this young man named Xie Siyuan.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Xie Siyuan, the young man seemed to have an indifferent smile on his face forever, holding a carving knife in his hand, carving wood, everyone saw him carving wood, but everyone didn't know what he was carving.

The things under Xie Siyuan's carving knife are very abstract, with complex lines on it, like a woman, and like a thin sword, but no one will suspect that he carved indiscriminately, because his attitude is very serious.

A low tune came to my ears.

Someone is blowing Xun, and the people in the camp are listening carefully, as for the person who is blowing Xun, it is even more amazing, his name is Wang Li, he is a general, until now, Xie Siyuan is excited when he sees him and doesn't know how to speak.

The sound of Xun rose slowly, as if the water was overflowing, slowly rising from a very low place, until it rose as high as the clouds overhead.

Xun's timbre is deep, sad, mournful, and endless, and the performance of Xun music is often mysterious and noble.

The Xun in Wang Li's hand is a six-hole purple sand pottery Xun.

There were many people around him, mostly veterans, who were very peaceful in their hearts, with their eyes closed, listening to music, thinking about their hometown, and not knowing what was going on in their hearts.

Similarly, no one knows what Wang Li is thinking, and no one will know how a character like Wang Li, who was born on the battlefield and has been intriguing and fighting all his life, can blow the whistle.

Wang Li played the famous song "Song of the String Tower" by Xiao Feizi, a famous artist in Beijing, which was originally a peaceful song, but listening to it at the moment, it brought a bit of sadness.

The barbarians don't have any Lantern Festival, but there are people listening to music.

It was the princess of the barbarians, Tuoba Lie's sister Tuoba Ying.

Unlike Tuobalie, she was born in a herdsman's home, and what she did every day was to drive the sheep from east to west, from south to north, and finally until sunset, and then drive the sheep back to their own sheepfold.

Knowing that his surname is Tuoba, that was later, usually, people call her Yingzi, and now people call her Princess.

There are not many musical instruments on the grassland, if you say it, there should be only Xun, but there are few pottery Xun on the grassland, and even if there are, they are brought by merchants from the Central Plains.

The grassland is mostly bone-handed.

There are sheep bones, cow bones, and deer bones.

The deer bone is the lightest, and the sound of blowing out is also good, and she has a deer bone xun, which is in her arms, and she takes it out at this moment and puts it in her hand.

Looking at her movements, the expressions of the dozen or so tribal warriors around her were a little frightened, but they didn't stop it.

Yingzi can also play the song, she has not learned any tunes, but she can imitate, bird chirping, insect chirping, she can imitate any sound she hears.

At this time, she was imitating "Song of the String Tower", for no reason, but she thought it sounded good.

The two sides were a little far away, but the night was very quiet, and Xun happened to be such a penetrating thing, when she heard Wang Li blowing Xun, Wang Li also heard her blowing Xun, and the corners of her slightly old eyes had a hint of excitement.

There was a change in the eyes of many people in the barracks.

One moment, they are sentimental, the next, their eyes are shining, their swords are in their hands, and as soon as someone gives an order, they will pounce!

Wang Li didn't speak, he was still blowing.

He knew the movements of the armor soldier next to him, he didn't give an order, he didn't stop it, he was still blowing, and the person opposite was still blowing to his tune.

I didn't expect that in this wasteland, I could meet a student who learned to blow with him.

His expression was a little complicated.

Xie Siyuan was still carving wood with his head down, but he was not silent, he ordered.

"Why are they all standing, just a woman, can your knife only be used to cut women?"

The sergeants sat down stupidly, continued to listen to the music, closed their eyes, and roasted the fire.

Xue Renhai opened Xie Siyuan's side face, not knowing what this young man who was a few years younger than himself was thinking, and there was also a taste of loneliness in his eyes, but it was hidden very deeply.

"He should have been caught. ”

"I've never liked embarrassing women. ”

Xie Siyuan didn't look at his deputy, and said casually, focusing all his energy on the carving knife in front of him.

As soon as he listened to the tune, he knew that it was a woman playing the horn opposite.

Xue Renhai laughed and said, "If Li Wenshuo hears what you say, he will definitely invite you to drink." ”