At dawn the next day, Jingchuan followed the Hongshui River to the foot of Kunlun Mountain. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Chen Mai's horse was really fast, and it ran the original two-day journey in one day. It's just good to drink water, and after running for a while, you have to stop and walk to the river to drink water, and you can't pull it. As soon as I drank it, I was half a bucket of water, but after drinking the water, I was full of strength and fast as the wind.

The morning chill on the desert is like iron. The closer you get to Kunlun Mountain, the heavier the chill becomes, and the wind with the chill of ice and snow on the high mountain blows down the mountain range and blows to the face, as cold and sharp as a knife.

The sky was faintly bright, and the cold sky overhead was pitch black, and the stars were scattered and dim. Jing Chuan hadn't slept all night, and he was a little sleepy at the moment, and the horse didn't want to go. Jing Chuan dismounted, led the horse to the river to drink water, and then thought about finding a sheltered place to rest for a while, and then went to find the purple lotus when it was dawn.

Jing Chuan led the horse to a pile of stones, and weeds grew on the side of the stones, and the horse bowed his head and ate the grass. Jing Chuan tied his horse, sat down behind a rock, leaned against the stone, and gasped. He took water and dry food from his baggage and ate it slowly. The horse next to him saw it, stared at the bread in his hand with two big eyes, and put his head to his hand, puffing in his nose and squirming in his lips, wanting to eat the bread.

When Jing Chuan saw it, he smiled and said, "You brute, this is what people eat, you have to eat it too!"

The horse's lips were already touching his hand, and the heat was spraying on it, and he looked very hungry. Jing Chuan suddenly remembered: This horse has been galloping all the way since he came out of Suzhou Wei, and he hasn't eaten much, he just cares about the road, and he forgets it. So he took a loaf of bread out of his baggage and handed it to the horse, who took it with his lips and put it in his mouth and chewed it.

Jing Chuan touched the horse's head with his hand and said, "I've worked hard for you, go back and let you have a good rest." ”

The horse snorted and seemed to agree, but when it put its mouth to Jing Chuan's mouth again, Jing Chuan smiled and brought it another cake.

After Jing Chuan finished feeding the horses, he sat for a while, climbed up sleepily, and fell asleep against the stones.

Jing Chuan had just fallen asleep and had that dream again.

In the quiet and soft, sunny Jiangnan water town, he walked in a field of rape flowers, the wind was warm, and the surroundings were green. The fragrance of the flowers was like honey, and it made him drowsy. He had come from a distant place, covered in wind and frost, covered in dust, and fatigue weighing on his back like a mountain, so that his legs were so weak that he could not walk anymore, and he really wanted to fall asleep in the rape fields. But when he saw the small village surrounded by green water with green tiles and white walls, the exhaustion on his body was swept away. He was like a lonely traveler who had been trekking in the desert for a long time, and suddenly found an oasis when he was about to despair. He quickened his pace and walked towards the small village.

He walked into the village. The streets were deserted, and the bluestone streets shone slightly in the warm and soft sunlight, as if they had been coated with a layer of oil. The steps on both sides of the street were covered with moss that stretched under the closed wooden doors. Jing Chuan walked slowly down the quiet street alone, and with each step, the sound of his footsteps and the rubbing of his clothes was amplified, resounding throughout the street. He looked at the closed doors on both sides of the street, and seemed to feel that many pairs of eyes were peering through the cracks in the doors. He stopped and walked over to a wooden door whose knocker was covered with patina like a blooming lotus flower. He reached out, picked up the knocker, and knocked lightly a few times. The room was empty, and the sound of knocking on the door echoed around the dark room, and no one answered him.

He walked on, and the street seemed to have no end, and the houses around him were exactly the same, and he walked for a long time, as if he were still standing still. Just as he was about to shout, the window of the upper floor of a house in front of him suddenly "creaked" open, and he looked up, and a beautiful woman put her head out of the window, eagerly searching the street with her eyes, and she saw him. She opened her mouth in surprise at first, her face showing surprise, but when she saw Jing Chuan's face, her face froze, and her reddish face gradually faded from redness like a flower in autumn, and then became pale, and then darkened.

Jing Chuan looked at the woman, she was not the woman he was looking for, and he was not the man she was waiting for. The woman smiled miserably at him, closed the window, and then he heard her sob.

Jing Chuan stood on the street for a while and continued to walk forward. When he walked to an open door, he stopped, turned around, and saw the woman he was looking for.

She sat demurely at a table, facing the street, looking at Jing Chuan. Jing Chuan recognized her face, the round and fair face, and the peach-colored silk dress he had given him. When she saw him, she got up, walked towards him with broken steps, came to him, and said, "You are back." As he spoke, he put his face on Jing Chuan's chest and began to cry.

Jing Chuan hugged her and said, "Chunyun, I'm back." ”

"Do you know how long I've been waiting for you?"

"I've been suffering you for the past few years. ”

"How long will you be back?"

"Don't go, live a good life with you. ”

"Really?"

"Really, I don't want to go, I'm tired. ”

Chunyun cried with joy and hugged Jing Chuan tightly.

"I've had a hard time these days when you're away. ”

"I'm not leaving, I'm done, I'll come back and watch you. ”

Chunyun nodded in Jing Chuan's arms and cried.

Jing Chuan's cloudy eyes moistened, his iron-like heart suddenly became gentle in front of this woman, and his eyes became as fragile as a woman.

He hugged the woman he loved tightly and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves on the street, and when Jing Chuan opened his eyes, Chunyun was gone. He hurriedly ran to the street, only to see a few masked black-clothed men riding horses, grabbing Chunyun, and galloping towards the outside of the village. Jing Chuan shouted Chunyun's name, Chunyun was also crying his name, Jing Chuan drew a knife and chased after him, but the horse was too fast, he couldn't catch up at all, and when he ran to the entrance of the village, those people and Chunyun had already disappeared. Jing Chuan's hand clenched the knife tightly, his arm kept shaking, his teeth clenched, and a ball of anger burned in his heart. He roared and slashed at the wall next to him, the blade embedded in the gray mud wall, and the sand and fire splashed with a loud bang.

Jing Chuan woke up at this time.

He instinctively shouted Chunyun's name, but when he saw the deep blue sky, the dazzling sun, and the earthy yellow desert, he realized that he was dreaming just now.

He also found that there were several people by the river not far away.

Four men in green clothes were fighting with a man, and the sound of a rapid knife reached his ears.

His shout was heard by the four of them, and they stopped for a moment, and they all turned their faces to look at Jing Chuan, who was leaning against the stone.

Two people walked towards Jingchuan with knives, and the other two continued to fight the man.

Jing Chuan stood up, took out his knife, took a few steps forward, and stopped.

The two men ran towards Jing Chuan with their knives, and the veneer slashed down with the knife, Jing Chuan just dodged, and the other knife cut horizontally towards his neck, Jing Chuan rolled to the side, dodging the two people, and then stood up.

The two of them did not speak, and there was no expression on their faces, except for their eyes full of murderous energy.

Jing Chuan thought to himself: "This is not an ordinary killer. ”

He lifted his knife and held it across his chest, and the two killers rushed at him again.

They hit the river.

The Red Water River is flowing loudly, the stones on the riverbed are covered with moss, and the whole river is dark and deep. The surface of the river is like a bronze mirror that is constantly being broken and restored, distorting and reflecting their blades fighting together. The firelight jumped in the water like a carbide crash, flickered, and disappeared quickly, then shattered by the sand and stones that splashed into the river, turning into countless shining spots. Their figures tangled together in the river, then quickly separated, then merged back together, broken down into stripes that danced like snakes.

After a few knife sounds, a head flying in the air was clearly reflected on the surface of the river, and after a few turns in the air, the head flew towards the river. The dark river reflected a frightened face with its mouth open and its eyes open, and with a "snap", the water surface stirred up waves, and the head sank to the bottom of the water, and after a while, it was swept up by the waves in the water, and was carried away by the rapid river water.

Jing Chuan cut off the head of one of them, and quickly plunged the knife into the chest of the other, killing the man instantly.

The man who was being hunted down not far away had died under the knives of the two killers. Seeing that their own people were dead, the two killers glanced at each other and rushed towards Jing Chuan with their knives.

Jing Chuan twisted the handle of the knife, the blade turned outward, and strode towards the two of them.

Several knives rang out, followed by a thick, dull grinding sound as the knife slashed through the flesh, and the two men fell behind Jing Chuan.

Jing Chuan looked at several corpses lying on the ground, walked over to one of them, squatted down, picked up his clothes, and wiped the blood from the knife. The blood on the blade was dried in some places and could not be wiped off, Jing Chuan stood up, walked to the river, and washed the knife with river water.

After washing the knife, he walked over to the bodies of the two killers, dried the knife with their clothes, removed the strip of cloth from his belt, and wrapped the knife around it.

Jing Chuan began to search their bodies and found a wooden waist tag that read: "Jinyi Guard".

Jing Chuan stared at the waist card for a while, then turned his head to look at the person who was killed by Jinyi Wei not far away. He stood up and walked towards him.

It was a man in his thirties, his throat had been slit and his eyes were staring at the sky. A corner of the envelope appeared in the clothes on his chest, Jing Chuan picked it up and looked at it, and the envelope read: "Suzhou Wei commanded Han Yannian to open it personally." Jing Chuan opened the letter, unfolded it, and after reading it, he frowned, and then put the letter away.

He stood up, looked at the corpses lying by the river for a while, and then carried them all into the river, where the water floated away with them. Jing Chuan stood by the river for a while, took the letter in his hand, looked at it, put it down again, looked at it again, threw the letter into the river, turned and left.

The letter swirled in the air, and instead of falling directly into the river, it was swept by the wind a few times, and then floated back to the shore, and fell to the ground with a "pop", half of which was submerged in the water. Jing Chuan heard it, turned around again, and looked at the letter. He stared at it for a moment, walked over, crouched down, picked up the letter, and pulled it out of the envelope, but fortunately the paper inside was not wet. Jing Chuan hesitated for a moment, then put the letter and envelope into the clothes on his chest.

Jing Chuan turned around and went back to pack his luggage and horses, dismissed Jinyiwei and the man's horses, and then ran towards the foot of the mountain.