Carrier pigeons, north mangxi.

Thousands of miles of wind and snow are shaking.

The north and south of the Tang Dynasty are on the first line.

Zhenbei Xiongguan, which has been silent for 20 years, lined up a round of defense in a stormy manner, and after knocking a round of knives and shields, it returned to silence and continued to fall asleep. Thousands of battles were solved, and millions of soldiers took off their black armor, leaving only a huge pothole that was about to be buried by the wind and snow, recording the people and things that had appeared and been born here.

To the south...

Above the clouds, flocks of birds compete with the wind and snow.

It didn't take long to fight, and it didn't take long to fly, and they were divided into winners. Fast ahead, hidden in the clouds. The slow one is behind, and the wind and snow are fast. 66 And so on they flew away alone, without the other birds.

"Smack. ”

There were only six palm-sized black crows, with a slight exception. In the middle of the flock, they are neck and neck, and the distance between the front and back is only more than one or two feet at most, and it is impossible to distinguish between fast and slow. Only the two eyes are red, looking straight ahead, with a decisive cold color, which makes people shudder...

To the south,

The wind is getting less and the snow is getting less.

It is warm in the south and cold in the north, which is a natural celestial phenomenon.

Beipiguan is the northernmost part of the Tang Dynasty, and it is natural that the mountains are covered by wind and snow all the year round. The farther south, the temperature gradually increases, and when the birds flying south fly out of the boundless north, the wind and snow on the clouds will naturally weaken a lot. If you go further south, the snow clouds in the sky will be completely submerged by the sun, and spring will return to this world with greenery...

The sun is moving westward, and it is about to enter the night.

Eight million miles from the north to the south is the last pass for Datang to reject the north.

It's not big, just a few miles of small town, steep mountains on both sides, located in the mountains. The ice and snow here have long since turned into the humidity of the tide, clinging to the treetops of the mountains full of kapok. There are not many guards in the pass, just more than thousand, all of them are old, weak, disabled, and useless soldiers. Compared with the Beipi Xiongguan, which has a million soldiers, it really looks too depressed here.

merely

For hundreds of years since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, this has been half-dead here, every year, and the remnants of the army are filled if they are missing, and they have never been revoked.

If something is wrong with this, there must be a cause.

Because, his name is "Shindu".

As its name suggests, along the thousands of miles in the north, whether it is urgent news, letters or war reports, they must pass through here, and they will also be scattered into the Tang Dynasty from here. Therefore, the role of this town is actually more of a wartime message exchange than a city defense town. If one day the northerners go south and are lucky enough to be able to reach this pass, it will also prove that the defense line of the Tang Dynasty to defend the north has completely collapsed. In that case, it's redundant to keep it here, and it's just a matter if you don't keep it...

If some people can deliver letters, it will be done.

"Bang Bang..."

The last dozen, the letter birds from the north to the south, flapped their little wings, and 6 continued to fly over the sky of Xindu. Here they did not continue the diameter south. Instead, they turned around a little bit, each in a different direction, and flew in four parts...

"Bang Bang..."

One of them, the little white pigeon, is more special. It didn't turn around like other birds. Instead, he flapped his wings and flew low towards the small town in the mountains.

This little white dove, although special, but its appearance is very ordinary. Like the white doves all over the world, they all have white feathers, black eyes, and yellow claws. If you throw it into a flock of white pigeons, there will definitely be no one who will be able to recognize it.

"Bang Bang..."

The light little white shadow easily swept past the obstruction of the mountains and forests. Follow the eaves of the dilapidated buildings in the town, all the way to the center of the town...

In the center of the town,

It was a small mud house.

The length and width are four or five zhang, the yellow mud walls of the house, the windows made of old willow wood, and the roof of the house with straw poles stacked with dead branches, which are very simple.

At this time, outside the door of the earthen house, a sixty-year-old man leaned against the yellow mud wall and sat on the steps. In both hands, he holds a bamboo pipe with the thickness of an arm. Humming softly, his eyes narrowed. Every now and then inhale, every now and then spit out, followed by a round of white smoke.

Looking at his appearance, he must have enjoyed this small town very much.

"Bang Bang..."

The little white dove that flew there, flapping its wings, landed in front of the old man.

"Squeak... Squeak..."

Immediately afterwards, it raised its head very anxiously, opened its mouth towards the old man, and squeaked in panic, very spiritual. It seems that he is worried, and the old man who is intoxicated in the world of smoke and clouds does not notice its arrival, which is called in a hurry.

"Huh... You little one. ”

The drunken old man was woken up.

He lazily opened his misty old eyes, spit out a puff of smoke that had been brewing for a long time, looked at the little white pigeon, and said with a smile: "Running so slowly, are you embarrassed to make noise? If it is really time for war, I want you to deliver a letter." That's someone hit our town, and you probably won't be able to deliver the letter..."

"Click..."

As he spoke, the old man first carefully placed the cigarette gun on the steps, and then gently grabbed the little white pigeon with one hand, and removed the small piece of paper from his paws.

A set of actions has just been completed...

Suddenly!

"Whew..."

Suddenly the wind rose!

Very suddenly!

The wind comes up from the mountains in the north, blowing from north to south, it is a swift and swift wind! The wind is sick, that is the weather in the north cannot be had, but the south coast, the rainstorm can be seen in front of it!

This wind, there is a problem...

"Look, isn't this coming, people are running faster than you..."

For this sudden strange wind, the leisurely old man seems to have expected it. At this time, he did not seem surprised at all. After carefully putting down the white dove, he squinted his old eyes, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the mountain not far away.

"A ruffian is a ruffian, and a dog can't change eating. It's all this age, and it's still like a child... Huh. ”

Follow the old man's gaze and look...

Stretching for dozens of miles, the majestic mountains are steep, the mountains are stacked, and the strange rocks are craggy. Tall and slender kapok trees are densely packed throughout the mountain forest. The depths of the mountains and forests are the source of this swift wind!

It's moving...

From north to south, it sweeps dozens of miles of mountains and forests, with ups and downs.

It's fast, it's fierce. Although the wind blew over the trees and grasses, under this crazy blow, it was blowing the slender tall kapok trunks to the ground.

"Whew..."

"I haven't fallen much behind in my cultivation...

With his qualifications, it is not too slow to reach the peak of the realm at the beginning of the twentieth year. ”

The source of the swift wind is approaching the town, and the wind is getting stronger and stronger. The old man in front of the earthen house moved the precious smoking gun on the ground behind him. The two old eyes narrowed a little more thinly.

"Whew..."

Soon...

The swift wind blew half of the way through the dozens of miles of mountains. All the residents of the town noticed the vision on the other side of the mountain, and they all looked up against the wind with astonishment...

Hope.

The wind is getting wilder...

The town grew panicked for miles.

People panicked, horses panicked. The simple house could not withstand the wind, and the dead branches and mud were floating one after another.

"Whew..."

The wind is coming really fast.

Ten miles... Five miles... Half a mile... It's only a few breaths.

At last...

"Sew!"

"Bang Bang..."

A gust of wind blows!

The wind came, but it also passed...

Because, the source of the swift wind did not blow to the town below the mountain. Instead, it followed a steep cliff, crossed the town, and headed south. The wind came and went faster, and the people in the town only saw a majestic afterimage, contained in the wind, flashing by.

After a flash,

In the town, several dilapidated houses collapsed, several simple corrals collapsed, the wind stopped, and then there was no after...

"Huh..."

The wind passed for a while.

The old man in front of the earthen house opened his old eyes slightly. Looking at the mountains and forests in the distance, the majestic back in the distance. Helplessly, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"This stinky boy has grown up, but his temperament has not changed at all. Don't you just cross the road, you have to make passers-by know to be comfortable. Huh... It's a real worry. As he spoke, the old man slowly stood up, turned around and took a few steps towards the wooden door of the earthen house.

This wooden door is very ordinary, but it is so rotten that it really doesn't look like it, and I don't know why the fast wind just now didn't blow it away. On the top of the door, a rusty bronze bell the size of a washbasin hangs, and a thick hemp rope tied to the pendulum hangs down to the door.

"Someone, someone..."

"Phew... Wow... Wow..."

The old hand grabbed the hemp rope and shook it twice at will...

The hemp rope immediately pulled the pendulum, striking a heavy bell. The bell is not loud, and for ordinary people, it can be heard at most in a range of hundreds of zhang. And the old man's shouting was even quieter, and he was completely overshadowed by the sound of the bell.

"Da-da..."

However, how long has it been,

A little farther away, behind the earthen house, there were some hurried footsteps.

It was seven or eight dark-skinned, thin-skinned men. They are all wearing a large ** leather armor as standard, and it can be seen from the yellow cloth pattern on the leather armor that this must be an old thing that has been worn for many years.

"Lord Deer..."

"Hello Lord Deer..."

"Lord Deer..."

A few people came and hurried to the earthen house to stop. One after another, he held his chest with one hand and gave a military salute. After the salute, a slightly older man took a step forward.

Anxiously asked, "Lord Lu, but there is going to be a war?"

The old man, known as Lord Lu, waved his hand. Towards the man who spoke, he handed the small paper scroll in his hand, and said casually: "Whether there is a war or not, it is none of our little soldiers' business...

Now, take this thing and print seventy-three copies of it, and send it to various posts in the Northern Regions. ”

"Yes. ”

The man respectfully took the scroll with both hands and thought for a moment.

"Lord Lu, do you want to give it to the major city lords..."

"No need. ”

Before he finished speaking, the old man waved his old hand again and stopped the man's words: "You can do things with peace of mind, this little life must not be lost." Let's go..."

“......”

This old man, in this border town, seems to have a very high status. After the man was cut off, the suspicion in his heart was difficult to express for a while. After another moment's hesitation, he nodded slightly and said no more. He turned around very simply, made a gesture of departure to the people who came with him, and led them back the way they came...

"Let's go..."

After everyone left.

The old man waved his old hand and made a gesture of driving away towards the little white dove who was stunned on the ground.

"Bang Bang..."

Although this little white pigeon was stunned, his brain was quite bright. Seeing the old man waving his hand, it flapped its wings and swayed up...

Salsa...

The people are gone, the birds are gone, the surroundings are quiet, and the tail of the swift wind is completely gone. All that was left were the dead branches and straw that had been scraped off in embarrassment, and they were scattered all over the town. It was back to the way it was before.

"Quack..."

The old man picked up his cigarette gun, and the cat leaned down and sat down on the edge of the earthen wall again.

Stretching out his old hand, he took out the flint and steel from his bosom and lit the cigarette butt that had been blown out by the swift wind. At the same time, take a deep puff of smoke, hold it in your mouth, and don't spit it out. Something seems to be brewing deeply...

"Twenty years have passed, and I'm getting old, what are you fighting for?"

"Hey..."

The old man's eyes were cloudy and deep. Quietly, looking at the southern mountains and forests, those kapok trees that were blown by the fast wind and couldn't straighten their waists for a while.

"Senior brother is senior brother, just call an apprentice and grandson to come out, you can put on so many ways..."

Thick white smoke, along with the words, leaked from the corners of the shriveled mouth. Slowly faded, swaying in the nine heavens...

"Turning over the clouds, covering the rain, the ghost plotting the heavens. ”

"We old bones, we can't persuade them anymore..."

"Huh..."

Nine days on the clouds, thousands of miles away.

White clouds, clear wind and clear sky.

Six crows, walking together...