In the afternoon of early winter, the sky light was like a raw rice dumpling soaked in water, and it was covered with gray on the window frame.
The blind fortune teller sat cross-legged on the faded cushion, his earlobe trembled slightly, and a jade-colored crystal spot oozed out of his ears and grew when he encountered the wind. He condensed into a three-inch-long stringless zither, and his body was like amber.
The luster of the tail swift relief is flapping its wings and about to fly in the cold light.
"bite--"
When the first sound of the piano was opened, the tremor of the copper bell at the eaves suddenly solidified, and dust on the beam fell, forming thirty-six small swords. Ye Ce Leng's knuckles that were holding the umbrella handle turned white. Look
The tea soup on the table swayed slightly, causing ripples.
"clang--"
The jade qin shook the second time, and passed through thirty-seven streets and alleys. The tea shops hanged without the wind, and several yellow dogs retreated into the haystack with their tails.
"Cang——"
When the third heart sounded, Zhang Shiwu, dressed up as a gardener, was squatting at the back wall of the Wang family's mansion. His thick fingertips gently brushed the curled leaves of a wild chrysanthemum.
The slag refracted fine sword lights between the leaf veins.
His flower cutters were tied to his waist, and the blade reflected a cold light, which made him look more energetic than his master.
The sound of children playing in the wall was so shocked that the sparrows flew up.
The burnt fragrance of sesame oil wafted deep in the alley, mixed with the steaming heat of the tofu shop. In front of his frozen red nose, it was like the smoke from his hometown, warm and familiar, and weaving a way home.
So, the short gardener was summoned by his fellow disciples. The short and strong gardener stood up, white steam was steamed from his black and red face, and dark sweat was revealed on his back with a short-smashed cloth.
At this time, Zhang Shiwu should have pruned plum branches at Li Yuanwai's house in the west of the city to earn little money. However, when he got up in the morning, a blue-tailed magpie was parked on the window frame outside the house, which made him inexplicably remember the back cliff of Bashan Sword Field thirty years ago.
I always like to rest on the sword-drying stone.
At that time, he always liked to sprinkle grains of broken rice on the stone. Seeing the blue-tailed magpies tilted their heads and pecked at the morning mist in the sword field, the young man's crisp smile spread out.
The moment the fourth string sounded lightly, the wind in the alley suddenly stopped.
The copper coins on the curtains of the tofu shop are no longer jingling, the charcoal seller's cough is stuck in his throat, and even the curve of the sparrow's flapping wings is as if it is frozen in the amber time.
Yuqin gradually became blood-colored, and tears oozed out from the blind man's closed eyes, and it accumulated into small ice slums in the wrinkles.
Zhang Shiwu staggered forward half a step, and the flower cutter fell to the ground with a "clang" and felt that the old scar of the tiger's mouth suddenly burned like a soldering iron, which made him stare at his palm in a daze, and memories surged like a tide.
The wind suddenly moved again.
The air in the humble yard is crystallizing.
The blind fortune teller's thin fingers were hanging above the fifth empty string, and the body of the piano was as transparent as glass.
Zhang Shiwu bent down and picked up the flower cutters. The blade was covered with curled wild chrysanthemum petals. He could only hear the sound of a wooden spoon scraping the bottom of the tank from the sesame oil shop at the end of the alley, mixing with the hoarse hawker of the peddler in the distance.
He grabbed the hat and snatched the door. He scraped several clusters of honeysuckle vines from the corner of his clothes. Half of the peach wood talisman in his arms hit his chest. The sword marks on the talisman fit the tightly shaped under the blind pillow.
The running posture was like the boy who was chasing a hare in the back mountain of the sword field back then. His temples were frosty and snowy, and his hair had already dyed his hair.
The sixth sound of the piano sets the dust in the room in mid-air.
The blind man's ear orifice seeped out of his bloodline, but before it landed, it turned into a red firefly, woven a flowing string net around the jade zither.
Suddenly there was a faint fragrance floating outside the door, but it was mixed with the fragrance of soil and peonies.
With a creaking sound, the moment the wooden door was pushed open, dozens of dead leaves were spinning, and the gardener with a clear and bitter breath of grass leaves stepped in. The wind penetrated the hall to lift Ye Ce's cold hair. She saw that she had not seen it for ten years.
The uncle stood at the junction of light and shadow, with a short cloth stained with grass chips.
At this moment, the blind man's sunken eye sockets shone green, and the relief of the swift at the tail of the jade zither suddenly flapped his wings and left the wood. At the same time, several crows outside the window were startled, and the "quack" screams pierced the sky and smashed the shattering.
A room of stagnation.
Zhang Shiwu's black and rough skin twitched, and he slowly took out a bag of oil paper from his arms. The twenty-year-old lotus leaves had already had yellow, but were wrapped in freshly fried pumpkin seeds.
The blind man took it tremblingly. The moment his fingertips touched the calluses in his palm, two turbid tears hit the lotus leaves, blew out dark round spots.
The setting sun shines through the grid window, nailing the shadows of the three people to the mottled wall.
Ten years later, it suddenly collapsed into a three-inch sword edge, and the cold light made Ye Ce Leng's throat tight.
She looked at the green mud embedded in Zhang Shiwu's thick palm prints, and suddenly remembered what Master said when he wiped his sword while bathing in the apricot blossom rain:
"The disciples in the sword field have sword seeds buried in their bones and blood. They turn into mud in the fields and ashes under the stove. They can burn the shape of swords when they encounter sparks, which makes it clear to the world."
Now, looking at the light that was lit up again in the turbid eyes of the master, she finally believed that some fire, even if it was buried thousands of feet deep underground and covered by ice and snow for years, would never be extinguished. Just wait for the spring breeze to pass,
It can burn out a prairie fire.
In the humble room of the courtyard, in the trembling sound of Yuqin, Zhang Shiwu was silent for a moment, and finally spoke, his voice hoarse and slow, as if he had pulled out the long-clogged sword from the rusty scabbard: "A Leng,
Thank you for your hard work over the years.”
In just a few words, it seemed to have exhausted his life's strength and decades of time between them. Those who were full of energy when they were young, their side-by-side battles on the sword field, and their later separations, displaced,
Reunion...
All the past is condensed into this sentence and turns into a deep sigh.
Ye Ce's cold eyes were slightly wet. She took a deep breath and tried to calm the turmoil in her heart. When she spoke, her voice had returned to calm: "Uncle Master, I don't work hard. But you, you have been hiding your name and wandering around over the years. This is the real thing.
Not easy.”
Zhang Shiwu shook his head, patted his rough palms on the table, and the debris of the pumpkin seeds scattered: "It's all over. Now, since you have found me, it's time to let this old bone,
Do your part in Bashan Sword Field.”
As he said that, he untied the flower cutter that had been with him for many years from his waist, gently touched the fingertips on the blade, and divided it into two, turning into two rusts in an instant, and the sharpness was revealed.
The sword, one is pure snow white, while the other is pure black.
The sword divides yin and yang, and the stem rotates the creation.
This represents the Yin-Yang Sword Master of Bashan Sword Field in the past, who finally returned after hiding in Changling City for many years.
...
Almost at the same time, in the village where Zhao Qing had distributed wealth, a cavalry of hundreds of people was racing along the official road, all of which were of the same color as black leather armor, with brown cotton robes inside, and horse hooves sounded like thunder.
, but it ended abruptly dozens of steps away from the entrance of the village.
The general in charge raised his hand and signaled that more than a hundred elite cavalry were scrambling to stop their horses and steps, but no one made a noise of metal collision.
Xu Hou of Hengshan took the lead in jumping off his mount, and the four hooves of the war horse covered with black scales sank slightly. His strong body as a hill had no sound when he landed on the ground. He took off his tiger-headed horn, revealing his fat face as round as the moon.
The flesh hanging on the cheeks trembled slightly with the pace, but it did not appear to be bloated at all.
"The armor will not leave the body, and the blade will not drink blood."
His voice was like a bell, and he was shocked by the dead branches beside the Tao: "Drop off the crossbow and unload the bow, and arrange the geese in the formation."
The sound of iron armor rubbing over the field like a tide, the movements of hundreds of riders turning over and getting off the horse are neatly arranged, and the light sound of leather and iron tools are connected as the bow and crossbow enters the box.
The soldiers lined up the fields in a wedge-shaped formation, deliberately avoiding the ditch that was rummaging over the new mud - there were still strings of gold slag left by Zhao Qing, and the copper coins jingled in the wind.
Xu Hou Hengshan's eyes swept over the strings of copper coins, his nose wings slightly twitched. Then, he untied the jade-inlaid ritual knife at his waist and threw it to his personal guards, and walked forward with great strides. The black iron boots stepped across the frost and hard ridge.
Leave a half inch deep dent.
Compared with a portrait of the local official, he carefully looked and searched in the village, and shouted at a father-in-law who was repairing the roof in the distance: "Zhang Lizheng! This marquis is ordered to comfort the people. I dare to ask the village
How many houses were damaged? How many casualties were there?"
Unexpectedly, the Qin cavalry rushed over so quickly, and they didn't know how to deal with these unknown property. Zhang Lizheng's heart was trembling, his hands trembled, and the tiles rolled down the eaves, but were casually swung out by Xu Hou of Hengshan.
The hindered by the flow of true energy, it gently fell back to its original place like a feather.
The father-in-law was nervously holding down the bamboo ladder, but he saw that the Qin army array ten steps away had spread out like a geese feather. The crossbows unloaded by the soldiers were neatly placed in the camphor wood box, and the cavalry in the front row were stooping to the horse's mouth.
Chew on the chewy tree to prevent the war horse from eating the newly-launched winter wheat between the ridges of the fields.
The accompanying clerk unfolded the bamboo slips and cinnabar pen, as if recording something.
At the end of the team, two young soldiers squatted by the well platform, using their skins to pack malt sugar for the crying young child.
Many people know that Xu Hou of Hengshan, who came from an ordinary family, and the Hengshan Shenzang Army, who was directly under his command, looked at the entire Qin Dynasty and was one of the best military disciplines. Because there were a large number of people from Changling and Guanzhong, the
The people nearby were even more kind.
"Send General Hong Fu..." The father-in-law suddenly felt something was wrong and hurriedly changed his words: "Send your Majesty the kindness of heaven. When the stone balls were dropped from the sky, the village only shook seven thatched eaves and twelve animal sheds damaged.
At that time, every household ran away to hide in advance, and no one was hurting his muscles..."
To be continued...