Chapter 21: The rain does not moisten the rootless grass (1)
After all, it was April near a mountainous area, so it was still a bit chilly.
When Xu Qingmu finally escaped and walked to the military tent, it was already midnight, and the watchman was so frightened. Although Mingfeng Village is located in a remote place and the number of people is sparse, the old village chief insists on continuing the habit of watching the watch to this day.
Pay your own money to support one or two watchmen. No matter how the world changes and dynasties change, there are always some people who can stick to what their ancestors left behind in troubled times.
When Xu Qingmu saw the old man doing the watch, it was already the fourth "Watch Watch", and he just heard the sound of a gong, one slow and three fast. Accompanied by the watchman's unique rich shout: "It's cold and the ground is freezing - go to bed early and get up early."
-Take care of your body." The voice was melodious and reassuring. Until Xu Qingmu suddenly appeared, the watchman's last sentence of "body" was frightened into trembling. Xu Qingmu was no stranger to the night watch. As a young man who grew up in Funiu Town, he
We know that there are five types of watches: the first watch at dusk, the second watch at midnight, the third watch at midnight, the fourth watch at midnight, and the fifth watch at dawn. The first watch is called the first watch after the moon is on the willow tip and people make appointments at dusk.
Judging from the sound of the watchman's gong, it was already the fourth watch. Maybe because the weather was still a little cold, the chickens who were on time didn't wake up. After expressing their apology, the kind watchman reminded me not to walk alone at night.
Road, Xu Qingmu still did not take the center of the street, and chose a trail, by the stream where he and Cao Dan cooked roast duck in the evening.
When Xu Qingmu approached the extinguished fire, he found traces of the old beggar's visit. Why did he directly conclude that it was the old beggar and not someone else? Judging from the fact that even half of the duck's butt was bitten off, there was no doubt that it was
. But Xu Qingmu did not come here to look for the mutilated body of the duck. He searched for a while where he sat down to handle the duck, and then put a long black thing into his arms. At this moment, crows croaked around him,
The river surged.
"Xiongnu?" Xu Qingmu reacted immediately, knowing that someone was coming at the right time. So he rolled along the ground and drew out his wooden sword.
Sure enough, a snow-white sword energy struck directly at the place where he was standing, causing the river to rumble and splash.
Xu Qingmu, who luckily escaped a sword attack, held up his wooden sword in a squatting position, looking quite funny. Not to mention the aloof and elegant swordsman, he was not even as good as a villager who was used to farm work. A wooden sword
Holding the sword in both hands, her left leg was folded under her right leg, just like the posture of a woman spinning around to look at the moon. Unable to care about so much, Xu Qingmu immediately picked up the sword and ran away. The escape skills he had practiced since childhood made the young man look like a swimming fish.
, extremely fast. But the sword energy that followed behind him was like a tarsal maggot, making Xu Qingmu burst out with an endless desire to survive. At the last moment, Xu Qingmu possessed him, and the sword energy behind him exploded directly in front of him. Although he escaped,
A fatal blow was struck, but the exploding sword energy still hit the boy. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the body flew away, hitting a tree nearby and then fell to the ground.
Xu Qingmu propped up his body with his hands and lay with his back against the tree. He coughed and spat out the blood in his mouth. He looked at the middle-aged man opposite, dressed in black and holding a red sword, approaching step by step. He kept breathing heavily.
"Hehehe, he is a good swordsman. He was able to dodge my attacks twice. Among all the peers I have killed, he is one of the best. He can also boast a few words after he goes to the ground."
Xu Qingmu, who was half-lying and half-sitting, tried hard to raise his body a little higher, and kept adjusting the position of his right hand under his body to prevent his body from sliding down. "Central Plains Mandarin? You are not a Huns." Xu Qingmu coughed up another mouthful of thick blood:
"Brother, is there a misunderstanding? You have to let me die at least to understand it, right?" The young man looked at the man in black robe who was approaching, and tried to calm himself down so that his hands would not tremble.
"Delaying time? Haha, I'm quite scheming." The man in black robe had already walked to the opposite side of the young man, squatted down and looked at the young man's miserable state, casually inserted the red sword aside, and then said: "I want to wait for Mr. Song to come in front of me.
Come to save you? Haha, he should be busy chasing the other me now."
Xu Qingmu felt a chill in his heart, and said without changing his expression: "They say that all swordsmen in the world are upright people, but I don't think that's the case either. He is wearing black clothes and a veil over his face. Why, he is too ugly to be seen?"
The man in black robe didn't take it seriously and said to himself: "He is a sharp-tongued guy. He is worthy of being the man who carries the fate of half the country. Okay, it's time to get on the road." The moment he stretched out his hand to draw his sword, he saw a man who was already dying and seriously injured in front of him.
The young man suddenly rose up, holding a sharp dagger in his right hand hidden behind his back, and thrust it straight into the neck of the man in black robe with lightning speed.
"It's done!" The young man's eyes were filled with joy. Seeing that the tip of the knife was inserted, he should be dead. But the young man was horrified to find that the man in black robe who had clearly inserted the knife slowly faded into a shadow. What had been inserted just now was just a
After going too fast, it was just a shadow that had not had time to disappear! The young man looked at the man in black robe who was already holding the knife, and for the first time he was filled with despair.
Even when he was four years old, the lonely and cold Xu Qingmu lay alone in a drafty stable, eagerly waiting for the servants of the Lin family to bring leftover soup and rice to fill his empty stomach after not eating for a day; even if during the New Year, lanterns were hung from house to house.
, gathered in the warm house and laughed, the young man in ragged clothes hid at the door and peeked, shivering from the cold, but still wanted to absorb a little bit of warmth; even if one day, he ate the leftovers from the trash can on the roadside, he came back
I kept vomiting and had a fever at night, and I could only huddle alone in a tattered quilt that was not stretched enough to cover my whole body; even when I was only six years old, I went into the mountains to collect medicine alone, lost my footing and fell into a deep pit, and had to rely on drinking rainwater.
It lasted for five days; even if all the children in Funiu Town united and cursed the boy who was riding on him as a bastard that no one wanted... they had never been so desperate before. The boy thought of Liang Liang from the private school.
What Old Master Hao said: Although the rain is broad, it cannot moisten the grass without roots, and although the Buddha's fate is wide, it cannot help those who have no fate. They will die here after all. What is regrettable is that I haven't been able to take Lin Zhenbei's long-cherished wish to go out and see this place.
Mountains and rivers, there is still a lot to say to Lin Xue, who is touching his head and calling for little brother. Before he has time to return the skirt-pressing knife that has been found abandoned in the scabbard by the campfire. He has not yet begun to feel dissatisfied with the world.
It's fair to talk about the complaints that I have endured for twelve years...
The young man watched the crimson blade in front of him getting closer and closer, and threw Cao Dan's knife as far behind him as possible with his right hand. Maybe after his death, Cao Dan's knife would not be stained by his own blood.
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Xu Qingmu wanted to cry. He had suffered so much in this life, and he had to be reborn as an orphan in his next life——