The fly asked Ah Qing: Who are you?

She replied: I am a person from Shanhaimen, and I have come to lead you into the Tao, give you immortality, and turn your heart into dust.

Ah Qing asked the fly: Who are you?

The fly replied, "I am a fly." Maggots eat and decay, feathers into flies, corpses and mountains of blood, and swords are born.

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Under the vast and dark night sky, the stars are dotted, if there is nothing. This vast desert is dead silent, stretching out in all directions, I don't know whether the sky covers the earth, or the earth supports the sky.

A bloodied soldier groaned, opened his eyes, reached out to support the ground, and slowly sat up. He was about twenty years old, dressed in a military uniform and wearing a helmet, and his expression was in a trance, numbly patting his palms all over his body, as if to check whether he was injured. After working for a while, he put his mind at ease and looked around, and his heart couldn't help but be surprised.

Around him lay dead bodies, all mutilated limbs, their entrails sprinkled everywhere, blood seeping into the sand, even the soil turned red, and their scattered heads were blown by the evening breeze, rolling like balls, and sliding straight towards him as if possessed by a terrible ghost.

The soldier panicked, screamed loudly, rolled over, staggered a few steps, and tried to escape from the vast field of bones, but who knew what was stepping on his feet, and there was a pop in his ears, as if he had stepped on a caterpillar. He hurriedly looked down, and felt a churning in his stomach again-

He directly stepped on the head of a corpse, causing the brain plasma blood to splatter out, and the man's eyes bulged out from the head, his eyes were blood-red, staring directly at the soldier, which could really be described as a real "blind eye".

He wanted to pull his legs and run away, but his limbs were weak, and he walked a little staggeringly. I wanted to vomit, but my stomach was empty and I couldn't vomit anything. In desperation, he could only move slowly through the pile of corpses, and as he walked, he thought:

Who am I? How did I get here? These dead people...... They were all soldiers, and they were all Mongol Tartars. What happened here? How could these Tartar soldiers die so miserably? How did I survive?

After thinking about it for a long time, some thoughts were vague in my mind, and I was disturbed and repeated, but I was always missing a breath. He got up in distress, touched his waist, and found that there was an empty scabbard, he was happy for no reason, and took a look at the scabbard, only to see a line of small words engraved on it: I wish the general success, and may the Great Song Dynasty recover the country: Zhao Sheng.

He shuddered, and a flash of light suddenly flashed in his trance-like mind, and he shouted: "That's right, this is the emperor's handwriting to me, what about the emperor?

He lifted his true breath, spread his steps, and rushed out in an instant, leaving the pile of corpses far behind. At that moment, he saw a brown horse rushing towards him, and when he saw him, he let out a cry for help.

He recognized it as his horse.

Behind the horses were a group of strange-looking beasts, which looked a little like hyenas, but they were black and white, and their size was about the size of a giant wolf in the mountains. The soldier roared, raised his scabbard, and ran madly at the beasts, who were not afraid to see him coming, but laughed evilly, and rushed at him from all directions.

In his rage, he completely ignored the uselessness of the scabbard in his hand, and just stared at the beast that hit the head, the beast jumped into the air, opened its bloody mouth, and bit down on his head, and the soldier ran through his arm, waved the scabbard, and made a move "Hexi Old Wind", the scabbard smashed into the beast's head like an iron rod, and the beast flew away.

When the beast landed, there was a hint of timidity in its eyes, and it looked behind the soldier and snickered a few more times. In an instant, the beasts bypassed the soldiers and rushed towards the pile of corpses behind him, as if a beggar had met a good man who made porridge.

They quickly chased away the crows and vultures on the pile, purring and gnawing at the carcass.

The soldier watched this scene in amazement, and his heart fluctuated emotionally—luck, fear, sadness, and depression. He thought, "Is that death?" this good living man, who had lived as the primate of all things, was now a pile of dead flesh, reduced to the feast of wild beasts, and all the majesty and wit, the joys and sorrows, and the wit, all of which had vanished in life.

For some reason, he looked at those dead people and felt a little envious in his heart.

He looked at it for a while, turned on his horse, and without urging, the horse cheered, and ran away from the purgatory border with all his might.

The cold wind in the desert at night mixed with sand and gravel blew on his face, and he was extremely uncomfortable, but he breathed heavily, full of joy in his heart of escaping death. After galloping like this for half an hour, he saw a knight in the distance hesitantly wandering beside the small mound. When he got closer, he recognized the knight as his comrade-in-arms, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "Li Linhong! Li Linhong! I'm here!"

He mingled with his inner strength in the shouting, and carried his voice far away by the evening breeze.

Li Linhong is about forty years old, with a beard, and a loyal and brave expression. He couldn't figure out the details of the comer, and it seemed that he was going to slip away, but when he heard his voice at this moment, he was immediately overjoyed and shouted: "Goshawk, goshawk, Your Majesty, it's a goshawk!"

The soldier was stunned and thought to himself: That's right, goshawk, goshawk, that's my name.

The two approached each other, and the soldier saw clearly that behind Li Linhong was sitting a young child, about eight or nine years old, his head was clear, and he quickly turned over and dismounted, bowed down, and shouted: "Your Majesty, Weichen has missed the hour, and Your Majesty is tired of waiting here for a long time, please punish Your Majesty." ”

The young boy still had tears on his face, and when he saw him kneeling, he suddenly couldn't cry, he jumped off the horse with a grunt, stretched out his delicate little hand, helped the goshawk up, and cried, "Brother goshawk, get up quickly...... It's good that you're okay, I thought I'd never see you again. ”

Li Linhong also jumped off the horse, hugged the goshawk, and shouted excitedly: "Brother goshawk, there is really you, I originally thought that you were captured by those Tartars." What about the Tartar pursuers, and where did they go?"

The goshawk was at a loss, pondered for a moment, and said, "For some reason, they are all dead. ”

Li Linhong and the little emperor jumped up suddenly, and the little emperor exclaimed: "Dead......? Or was it a sandstorm?"

Li Linhong clapped his hands and smiled: "It is also the blessing of the ancestors of the Great Song Dynasty to keep Your Majesty safe, even if these Mongolian Tartars are ten times more fierce and vicious, how can they be as good as Your Majesty's Hongfu Qitian?"

The goshawk said bitterly, "They...... They all died by the sword, and I don't know who did it. ”

The two men suddenly showed shock on their faces, and they were silent, standing still like wooden people. After half the salary, Li Linhong smiled dryly: "I'm just afraid...... I'm afraid that the Great Song Dynasty is strong, and this Heavenly Court will send Heavenly Soldiers to protect His Majesty in the future, and I don't know......"

This statement is not credible at all, but Zhao Sheng is a young child, and he trusts Li Linhong a lot, he said this casual nonsense, but Zhao Sheng was full of it, and immediately turned his worries into joy, and cheered: "Then aren't we safe, Uncle Li, Brother Goshawk, then let's go to the Golden Horde?"

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This young man is the last orphan of the Southern Song Dynasty royal family, named Zhao Sheng.

At this time, all the rivers and mountains of the Southern Song Dynasty had fallen under the iron cavalry of the Mongol Tartars, and the little emperor Zhao Yu jumped into the sea and died, and the bloodline of the Great Song Dynasty was almost cut off. A group of loyal ministers of the Southern Song Dynasty tried their best to find such a child from the vast sea of people, and after some research, they said that he had the last bloodline of the Song Dynasty royal family, so they secretly took him to the Western Regions, intending to hide incognito for a period of time first, and when the time was ripe, the Tartars would relax their vigilance, and then plot for future events.

They planned in detail, through layers of camouflage, and sent a team of twenty people to escort Zhao Sheng all the way to the vicinity of Kilier City, originally thinking about sending Zhao Sheng to the Golden Horde, where the defense was not as tight as the Yuan Dynasty, and there was a lot of room for maneuver.

The initial journey of the group was quite smooth, and they were about to meet with the answerer, but someone showed their wealth on the way, which aroused the suspicion of the Mongols for no reason, and was targeted by a group of more than 100 Mongolian rangers, and chased all the way into the desert. Almost all the twenty guards died in battle, but only Li Linhong and Goshawk survived, still loyally protecting Zhao Sheng's safety.

Zhao Sheng was young, and he was grateful to these two people, so he took a small mouth, named Li Linhong as the secretary of the military department, and named the goshawk as the commander of the world's soldiers and horses, and carved words on the scabbards of the two of them decently. This is where the inscription on the goshawk's scabbard comes from, but unfortunately his long sword is lost from this.

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Goshawk and Li Linhong glanced at each other, only to see that there was a blank look in each other's eyes, Li Linhong thought: More than 100 Tartars have died this time, although I don't know who did it, I am afraid that this side of the stuffed land has also caused an uproar, if you insist on going to the Golden Horde at this time, will you not be caught by the Mongol emperor over there? But if you spend the night in this desert, you can only die faster. But the surroundings are boundless, and we can't distinguish between southeast and northwest, so where should we find a place to live?

The goshawk was also thinking about it, and felt a flower in front of him, and suddenly a black figure appeared, the figure was floating in the air, wearing a cloak, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was blurred, staring at the goshawk like a ghost.

Goshawk asked, "Crow, what are you doing?"

Li Linhong cursed and said, "Goshawk, you have committed your old problem again, where are there any crows here?"

Goshawk said: "Brother Li, the crow is not a bird, but a living person. ”

Zhao Sheng looked panicked, took the goshawk's hand and said, "Brother goshawk, don't be scared, don't get sick, I beg you." He knew that although the goshawk was loyal and brave, he would occasionally go mad and behave recklessly. He was still young, and he was most afraid of ghosts and gods in his heart, and when he encountered such a situation, he was instantly frightened.

Goshawk shook his head and said, "What do you say? Isn't Brother Crow here?"

The figure glided through the air for a moment, came to him, and whispered in his ear, "I have nagged you countless times, and no one else can see me, but you, goshawk, are the only ones who can talk to me." ”

Goshawk sighed and thought to himself: Why did you come to me?

The crow laughed and said, "You walked straight along the Nanji Star, and there was another good place there, do you remember?"

The goshawk shouted in a spirit: "That's right! That's right!

The crow took a breath, shook in the air, and disappeared in an instant, like a nightmare.

The goshawk turned around and looked at the two people beside him, and said happily: "Your Majesty, Weichen knows that there is a good place to shelter from the wind and rain, so that we can live for a while." ”

Li Linhong smiled bitterly and asked, "Did your brother nicknamed the Crow tell you?"

The goshawk shouted feverishly: "That's right, Brother Crow is right, let's go, Your Majesty, let's go." I see that the wind in this desert is quite strong at night, and Your Majesty's dragon body is noble, so don't be affected by the wind and cold. ”

Zhao Sheng was originally quite close to him, but seeing his expression at this moment, he couldn't help but be afraid, but the goshawk was extremely firm, and his young face showed a stubborn look like an old man, Zhao Sheng had no choice but to nod and say: "Since Brother Goshawk said so, then let's listen to you." ”

Hearing Zhao Sheng nodded, the goshawk felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart for no reason, and couldn't wait to help Zhao Sheng onto the war horse, and when it was ready, he and Li Linhong shouted in unison, and the two horses galloped across the desert, running towards the starry curtain in the sky.