Suddenly, like a night of east wind, snowflakes all over the sky fell from the sky like flying catkins. Soon, the whole world was dyed silvery white. The distant peaks overlapped and were covered with a layer of white snow.
, just like the huge white waves rolled up by the sea, rolling around.
It is already the twelfth lunar month of winter, the wind is like a knife, and the dripping water turns into ice. The trees on the mountain have long been in decline, and even the spiritual beasts have begun to hibernate. Such a huge mountain is surprisingly quiet.
However, in the midst of the ice and snow, there was a small group of people struggling to march through the pathless snow.
The leader was a bald man. He was riding on a brown two-humped camel and carrying a huge black heavy sword on his shoulder. His face was covered with large and small scars like ravines. Looking from a distance,
It's very scary to go.
Behind the big man followed two warriors dressed in red brocade clothes. They lay lazily on the camels, surrounded by a faint mysterious energy to resist the severe cold.
The dozen or so people who followed were shackled together like animals, their hands and feet were so cold that their hands and feet were cracked with bloody mouths. They struggled to squirm forward amidst the scolding and whipping of several warriors.
This is a team of warriors from the "Sword Forging Villa" of the Ninth Grade Sect. Their mission this time is to escort these dozen "heinous" prisoners to "Black Rock Mountain" for hard labor.
The area ahead was desolate, and apart from the white snow, almost nothing else could be seen. The bald man sighed, reluctantly raised his head, and looked further into the distance.
A bright spot the size of a fist suddenly appeared in the white snow. The big man looked intently and saw a lonely inn in the distance.
On the flagpole of the inn, there was a red silk flag flying, with the two characters "Forging Sword" embroidered on it. Seeing that flag, several warriors who were originally lazy let out a cheer in unison, and suddenly twitched the swords in their hands.
Whip, he shouted and shouted at the prisoners to speed up and rush to the inn.
At this time, in front of the inn door, an old man had already greeted him from a distance.
The old man looks about fifty years old, his face is covered with the vicissitudes of time, and a faint mysterious energy lingers around him. People who are familiar with him call him "Shan Lao". As for his specific name,
Not many people really know that Shan Lao is the manager of this remote inn.
"Shan Lao! Prepare hot water and food quickly! This weather is going to freeze me into ice!" the bald man shouted from a distance.
"It's ready, Fourth Master!" Mr. Shan agreed while taking out the hot water and food that had been prepared.
The bald man named "Jiang Si" was a leader of the Blackstone Mountain Mine and had a level 7 cultivation of Xuanmai. He was often responsible for escorting prisoners, because he often had to pass by this lonely inn, and he became familiar with Shan Lao.
Several warriors jumped off their camels, scrambled to grab hot water and steamed buns and wolfed them down. A dozen shackled prisoners collapsed on the snow, breathing heavily.
Looking at these dozen prisoners, Mr. Shan couldn't help but feel a pity in his heart, and then he picked up a bucket of hot water and walked towards them.
Most of the prisoners sent to the desolate and remote place of Black Rock Mountain to perform hard labor are extremely vicious people and do not deserve sympathy. But Mr. Shan has stayed in this lonely inn for more than ten years, except for a few people who occasionally escape.
Spiritual beasts are rare to see alive throughout the year, so even prisoners are very kind to Shan Lao.
Shan Lao put the barrel on the ground, leaned over and scooped up a ladle of water. Seeing the situation, several prisoners immediately rushed to grab it.
At this moment, a warrior behind Shan Lao suddenly shouted loudly: "Shan Lao, wait!"
Shan Lao turned his head in surprise, and saw a warrior put down the steamed bun in his hand, wiped the crumbs from his mouth, and ran over with a smirk on his face. The warrior took the water ladle from Shan Lao's hand and threw it back roughly.
In the wooden bucket, he then spread his legs, pulled down his pants and faced the bucket and peed, then lifted up his pants and smiled at Mr. Shan with a wicked smile on his face: "Shan Lao! Go and give it.
Let them drink!"
Shan Lao turned his head and looked at Jiang Si with a rather troubled look, but instead of stopping him, Jiang Si showed an interesting expression.
There was a hint of pity in Shan Lao's eyes, and he reluctantly scooped up a ladle of hot water mixed with urine and handed it to a prisoner. There was a trace of hesitation on the prisoner's face, but he finally closed his eyes.
Drink it all in one go.
Seeing the situation, all the warriors couldn't help laughing loudly.
"What's the matter, how does my uncle's 'Jade Nectar' taste?" the warrior who was peeing laughed.
Amid the roars of laughter from the warriors, Shan Lao picked up buckets and ladles and handed them over one by one. Although the dozen prisoners were filled with anger, they still gritted their teeth and drank under the extreme hunger, thirst and fatigue.
When it was the turn of a young prisoner, he turned his head away and refused Shan Lao's water ladle with a stubborn look. Shan Lao sighed and persuaded: "Drink, there is another way to the Black Stone Mine from here.
How can we survive a hundred miles without drinking water?"
"I am a human being, not an animal, how could I be humiliated like this?" Although the young prisoner's lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse due to thirst, there was still a strong air in his words that could not be insulted.
Shan Lao was startled, with a look of surprise on his face. He had stayed in this deserted inn for more than ten years, and this was the first time he met such a backbone prisoner, and he couldn't help but look at him carefully.
I saw that the young prisoner looked about ten years old. He was already skinny and skinny. His whole body was covered with large and small scars. He must have suffered a lot. Although his face was dirty, his eyes were like pearls.
As bright as the sky; although the clothes are ragged and the hair is messy, it makes people feel an extraordinary momentum.
A trace of pity emerged in Shan Lao's heart again. He opened his mouth and wanted to persuade him again, but suddenly he felt a murderous aura surge behind him.
Shan Lao turned his head and saw Jiang Si with a fierce look on his face.
At this time, Jiang Si was like a theater fan watching a play. Just when he was getting excited, the actors suddenly went on strike, which made him furious.
"What's going on? Ye Junlin, why don't you drink?" Jiang Si asked loudly, and walked over angrily. Without any explanation, he took the water ladle from Lao Shan's hand, and with a "bah" sound, he pushed it in
He spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm and then handed it to Ye Junlin's mouth, "What's wrong? Don't you think it's full? I'll give you some more!"
Ye Junlin turned his head angrily, with a look of stubbornness and integrity that could not be insulted, which was in sharp contrast to the submissiveness, humbleness and timidity of the other prisoners.
But Ye Junlin's backbone seemed to be clearly provoking Jiang Si, which instantly made Jiang Si's anger even more intense. Jiang Si grabbed Ye Junlin's hair, forced his face to face him, and then put his hand in his hand.
The water ladle was forced into Ye Junlin's mouth, and he cursed loudly: "You don't know how to behave, what's the matter? If you don't drink a toast, you will be fined with wine, and you want Fourth Master to serve you personally?"
Ye Junlin kept struggling, desperately trying to prevent the water from the water scoop from entering his mouth, and finally knocked the water scoop to the ground.
Jiang Si suddenly became furious, and a yellow mysterious energy instantly covered his left foot. Jiang Si raised his foot and kicked Ye Junlin on the chest. Ye Junlin let out a cry of pain and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
On the snow, he obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
Jiang Si shouted: "Ye Junlin, don't be so presumptuous with me!"
Ye Junlin struggled to sit up from the snow, staring straight at Jiang Si: "You bunch of thieves from the 'Sword Forging Villa' can be killed but not humiliated. If you have the guts, give me one."
happy!"
"Happy?" Jiang Si sneered, "Ye Junlin, do you think I don't dare to kill you? Do you think I like to suffer with you in this damn weather? If our young sect master hadn't ordered us, we wouldn't let you die too much.
Rejoice, I have already chopped off your head with a sword, and let you fight against me!"
"However, you are also a figure!" Jiang Si paused and said, "In the territory of our 'Forging Sword Villa', if you compete with our young owner for women, you, Ye Junlin, can be considered the only one."
After hearing this, the young man named Ye Junlin suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. "Xue'er and I really love each other. It was Jiang Zhou who stole love and forced Xue'er to marry him with despicable means!"
"Really?" Jiang Si said disdainfully: "You mean that the young master of our Zhujian Villa is far inferior to you, a prisoner?" After Jiang Si finished speaking, he scooped up another ladle of urine and handed it to him.
Ye Junlin asked, "I'll ask you again, do you want to drink it?"
"Don't drink!" Faced with Jiang Si's fierce gaze, Ye Junlin was not afraid at all.
"Hehe." Jiang Si was not angry but said happily: "I can't tell that you are quite tough!"
Jiang Si smiled, dropped the water ladle in his hand and said, "Okay! Since you are so stubborn, let me see how long you can keep your stubbornness."
There was a fierce look in Jiang Si's eyes: "Come here! Let me tie him to the horse post and see how long he can stay strong!"
Seeing that Jiang Si was really angry, several warriors ran over quickly and tied Ye Junlin to the horse post in a hurry.
Ye Junlin leaned against the horse post and glared at Jiang Si fiercely. Suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face, and a black energy emerged from the center of his eyebrows.
"Jiang Si, one day, I will definitely kill you with my own hands!" Ye Junlin said viciously.
For some reason, Jiang Si suddenly shuddered when facing Ye Junlin's gaze, and felt a chill in his heart.
"No one can control him! I want to see how long he can stay strong!" After Jiang Si finished speaking, he walked into the inn without looking back.
The sky gradually darkened, and the snow-capped mountains at night began to become even colder. Ye Junlin was tied to the horse post, looking quietly into the distance, his eyes full of despair.
Those unbearable memories once again hit my mind...