Life does not last a hundred years, so what if it lasts a hundred years?
The heroes of ancient times have all returned to the mountains and rivers.
——"Quequa·Life is not a hundred years old" Liu Ji (Ming Dynasty)
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On this day, "Yaksha" came to feed the "weak chicken" again. He was surprised to find that half of the clouded leopard's thick tail remained outside the edge of the ditch. Looking at the bottom of the ditch, the "weak chicken" was munching on the leopard head meat.
He was stunned, which meant that the deep ditch could no longer contain the "weak chicken". She climbed out of the deep ditch, killed a clouded leopard, and then returned to the bottom of the ditch.
"Fortunately she didn't run away, otherwise all the efforts would have been wasted."
"Yaksha" secretly rejoiced.
The next day, "Yaksha" threw a lynx into a deep ditch.
The "weak chicken" was not hungry at this time, but she still jumped up and pierced the bobcat's throat with one claw before it landed.
That night, the "weak chicken" ate the bobcat and then fell asleep. The "weak chicken" didn't know that bobcat meat has a strong anesthetic effect, and all animals will fall asleep after eating it.
The "weak chicken" slept for a day and a night. When she woke up, she was surprised to find herself lying in a cage the size of a carriage.
The cages were placed in a huge underground cave. There were dozens of such cages in the cave, one placed every two or three feet. The cages were filled with people dressed similarly to himself.
In the cage, some people were curled up and unconscious; some were holding on to the railings, their eyes flashing fiercely, and they were making threatening noises like rattlesnakes.
The "weak chicken" was on guard and looked around everyone vigilantly.
At this moment, a warm voice came from behind the "weak chicken": "Girl, you are new here. Don't be afraid."
The "weak chicken" turned around and saw a young man who was several years older than himself. He had a dark and thin face, and curly hair hanging in front of his forehead. He looked carefree and indifferent.
The young man looked at the "weak chicken" with a warm and sincere smile.
In the past two years, this is the first time someone has spoken to a "weak chicken" except "Yaksha".
"Weak Chicken" wanted to open her mouth to answer, but she forgot how to speak and how to communicate with humans. The sound she made was a low roar, like a wolf or a leopard.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Don't worry, everything will be fine when you return to Chang'an."
The young man's words seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and the "weak chicken" quickly settled down. Feeling sleepy, he fell into a drowsy sleep. This sleep lasted for another day and night.
When he woke up again, the "weak chicken" was hungry and found a food box at his feet, filled with food and water.
This is the first time in two years that the "weak chicken" has eaten cooked food.
The "weak chicken" vomited it out after taking the first bite and kept vomiting wildly. He didn't stop until he vomited yellow-green, sour and smelly stomach water and couldn't vomit anymore.
Hungry made the "weak chicken" pick up the food box again, but as soon as he smelled the food, he immediately retched again.
The young man in the cage next door threw a pear over and said: "It will be like this for the first few days. Eat raw food for two days and it will get better slowly."
After that, at every meal, the boy saved the pear in his food box and threw it to the "weak chicken".
The boy was right. After five days, the "weak chicken" could eat normally and began to recover his physical strength.
Seeing the same kind again, the "weak chicken" thought that he was in luck, but he didn't expect that his bad luck had just begun.
On this day, "Yaksha" appeared again, ordered people to open two cages, drove the two teenagers into a huge iron cage, and then locked the cage door tightly.
"Yaksha" asked the two teenagers to choose weapons and said: "Kill each other with your best weapons. Only the winner will survive."
"Yaksha" didn't mobilize much, and the two teenagers were already fighting together.
They have been going through this every day for the past two years, and their opponents are either beasts or companions.
In the span of a stick of incense, the two men were determined. One young man chopped off the other's neck with a steel knife, carried his opponent's head, and walked out of the iron cage with scars on his back.
The young men in the cage came on stage one after another. The pear-throwing boy was one against three, and stabbed the three throats with one sword, as fast as lightning. One sword ended the lives of three people.
This is the fastest sword that "weak chicken" has ever seen, and he doesn't even know how to draw the sword.
The pear-throwing boy knelt on the ground and gently brushed his opponent's eyes with his hands to help them close their eyes. After doing this, the boy returned to the cage with eyes full of exhaustion.
It was the "weak chicken"'s turn to appear. The "weak chicken" was stunned when she looked at the various weapons on the weapon rack. She didn't know how to use these iron weapons. The "weak chicken" shook her head and chose to fight with bare hands.
The opponent was a burly young man, taller than an adult. He brandished a mace and looked at the "weak chicken" fiercely.
The mace brought back the painful memory of the "weak chicken" being beaten mercilessly, and the "weak chicken" became ferocious. As soon as the gong sounded, she rushed forward, pierced the burly boy's leather armor with one claw, and took out
The boy's heart was beating wildly.
The "weak chicken" smelled the smell of blood and salivated. If she hadn't caught a glimpse of the horrified look in the pear-throwing boy's eyes, she would have swallowed the heart in one gulp.
Back in the cage, the pear-throwing boy did not throw any more pears to the "weak chicken". He looked at the "weak chicken" with pity or sadness in his eyes.
That night, the pear-throwing boy didn't talk to the "weak chicken". He leaned against the bars of the prison cage and kept humming a homesick tune in his hometown dialect.
In the next few months, there would be such fighting every night.
There were fewer and fewer people in the cage, and finally only the "weak chicken" and the pear-throwing boy were left.
The dagger of the pear-throwing boy was an iron fiber more than a foot long. The blade was thinner than the Emei thorn. It had neither a blade nor a hilt. The hilt was just two pieces of cork nailed to the sword body.
After the gong sounded, neither of them launched an attack.
The "Yaksha" was outside the iron cage and beat the two people with a whip dipped in water. Their backs were dripping with blood and their skin was torn.
The two of them were not driven by the whip.
Three days later, the iron cage was filled with fragrant food: braised bear paws, sweet and sour deer legs, grilled camel hump, braised deer tendons, steamed sea bass...
The two of them remained unmoved.
Five days later, the "weak chicken" was so hungry that he was dizzy and on the verge of collapse.
She suddenly understood the meaning of the pear-throwing boy's lips.
"perish together."
The "weak chicken" was relieved. She had seen the pear-throwing boy's sword before. It was as fast as lightning and could seal his throat with one strike.
"Three, two, one"
The two of them took action at the same time, and the "weak chicken" spread his fingers like a moth to a flame and pounced on it.
In the midst of flying, the "weak chicken" closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the petals withered.
"laugh"
The sword edge passed across the "weak chicken"'s neck, and the sharp sword energy wiped out a faint trace of blood.
The five fingers of the "weak chicken" pierced the young man's throat, and blood gurgled down from the young man's throat.
The young man was speechless. He looked at the weakling with a smile as bright and dazzling as a sunflower...
A tender yellow pear slipped from the boy's arms and rolled silently at the feet of the "weak chicken".
A tear fell, crystal clear.
Except for the moment when his parents hid their faces and left, the "weak chicken" never cried.
When she was in the stone house, she was so hungry that her eyes were filled with stars, her chest was pressed against her back, but she didn't cry;
She did not cry when the "Yaksha" beat her to the point where her skin was torn and her bones were torn and her muscles were broken;
In a deep ditch in the deep mountains and old forests, she was tightly entangled by a python, slapped by a black bear's huge paw, and bitten by a tiger and leopard. When her life was hanging by a thread, she did not cry.
But at this moment, she burst into tears, with tears running down her cheeks...
"Yaksha" smiled with satisfaction. He didn't make a mistake. He knew from the beginning that "weak chicken" was gifted and different from ordinary people.
"Weak Chicken" is his masterpiece.
With this money tree, he can rescue his wife, children, and children who were captured by the Mastiff Guards and imprisoned unjustly...
The dark night of winter turns people into ghosts.