In September, autumn prevails over spring in the Central Plains, but in the Chile River, the cold wind is like a knife, using the mountain peaks and the earth as a chopping block, the knife sees the snow and harvests all things in the world.
Thousands of miles of snow covered the sky, turning all the grievances after the killings into the spring water of the coming year. Under the Jinshan Mountain, after the joy of the people, they fell into the vast loneliness.
This cold winter is far more difficult than before.
The night is getting dark, the wind is strong, and the snow is getting even more arrogant.
A carriage also tore through the loneliness of the night like a knife, passing through the vast expanse of grassland. The horse's hooves crushed the snowflakes on the ground, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Qin Yue wore a snow-white mink coat and stretched out his hand to catch a snowflake floating from the car window. When the snowflakes came into his hands, suddenly, the rhombus of the snow turned into the softness of water, as delicate and gentle as nephrite.
He wiped the stiffness on his face with his hand and sighed heavily, "Under the avalanche, no snowflake is innocent."
The night was as dark as a tiger, and his heart had already turned from a boiling lake to a dead silence like the heaven and earth.
He yawned lazily, touched the wound on his back, let out a slight cry of regret, and quickly wrapped his entire body in a quilt made of thick white tiger skin.
All the memories related to Huangcheng disappeared without a trace after he was knocked unconscious.
He only knew that he killed a city for one person.
And who this person was, he couldn't even remember his name.
The memories related to her are all on the wooden sculpture he carved with a throwing knife along the way.
He was very sure that this person was a woman, and she was so beautiful that it was difficult to turn away from her.
But along the way, he could never carve out the eyes he wanted.
The woman leaping above the wood carving turned out to be a blind man without eyes.
After the killing, I was extremely exhausted.
This feeling that made him extremely disgusted never let go of him along the way.
The feeling it brought about made him hate this mountain, river and territory even more. For an indescribable reason, it seemed that he was born with an extremely disgusting nature.
"Cough cough cough!" Ever since he woke up, the accumulated blood in his chest was suppressing his abdominal cavity and throat. The slightest bit of snowy wind made him cough incessantly, and also gave him a rare sickly look on his face.
Blood red.
After waking up, the black knife was long gone. Fortunately, there was still a carving knife and wine on his waist.
In the past, he had dismissed those literati in Da Qin, but along the way, he finally agreed with what they said: Du Kang was the only one who could relieve worries.
He unscrewed the wine bottle beside him, and the aroma of wine blew away the indifference of the night, and the blazing heat filled his heart. He laughed secretly, this was the feeling that kept him alive. "Sure enough, this thing is more useful.
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The strong alcohol that blinded the donkey burned from his throat to his abdomen, burning his soul.
The torment of risking his own life finally gave him a little more energy. He picked up the carving knife again and looked at the unfinished wood carving. The tearing pain in his brain came again.
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He gritted his teeth and endured it. After a while, sweat broke out on his forehead, and he continued to use more force to carve the eyes on the wood carving.
One, two, and three times, pieces of sawdust flew down. The knife was carved into the eyebrow frame, but it was like a knife cutting flesh, cutting into his body and soul.
The shuddering pain was like Lingchi torture.
When the last knife was passed, the wood carving was finally ruined.
"Shh!"
"Hush!"
Almost as he sighed in defeat, the carriage stopped suddenly, followed by a gust of sword wind coming from the west. The bed-warming girl who was driving the carriage, who had been eating and drinking for him along the way, gave a soft drink and suddenly pulled out of the carriage.
He stood up, swung the riding whip in his hand, and then rolled it violently, knocking off the sword wind.
Another flying knife.
The girl's expression was extremely ugly. "This has happened so many times and it's not over yet! If you have the ability, you can do it to me for real, you sneaky bastard!"
Seeing Qin Yue jump out of the carriage, she turned around, her face darkened, and she asked with undisputed anger, why didn't you take action?
Qin Yue looked at the disappearing sound at the end of the night from a distance, raised the corners of his mouth, smiled slightly, like a ray of light flashing into the night, and hummed, "I have killed enough people, I don't want to kill anymore. I will kill whatever you say."
built a city."
She said she warmed his bed, but she had never been seen warming his bed during this journey.
Although her words were aggressive, he believed her.
Otherwise, his head would have fallen to the ground long before he fainted.
The girl was so angry that she jumped up and said these words again.
She was secretly upset. If she had known this, she shouldn't have told him why he was hurt.
Seeing Qin Yue holding the damaged wood carving in his hand, her expression suddenly changed. She quickly stopped him and said, "Don't ask me again. I really don't know who she is or what she looks like."
"You carve it back and forth, don't you think it's me you're carving?"
"Oh, really? It's you again! Then I'll just go ahead and bury her."
"Are you done yet?" The girl bared her teeth. She hated his behavior the most.
Every time he buried her, she felt like she was going to die again, and her heart became colder.
She cursed in her heart, "Did I dislike you so much? I'm not ugly! It's a good thing that I've been waiting for you all the way, you heartless white-eyed wolf! Smelly man!"
But she cursed in her heart. Every time after Qin Yue buried it, she would always find an opportunity to take it out and hide it secretly.
His heart was dead, but hers was still alive.
She will never allow her life to be buried among the barren mountains and snow. Even if she becomes a ghost in the future, she would rather be like most girls, buried among the flower valleys. In this way, since she is dead, she will smell the
It is also fragrant, and her life is beautiful.
There are too many unwillingnesses in life, but most people are unable to change.
Although she is aloof and arrogant, that's all she can do.
From the beginning, her life was his.
I have no choice but to endure it.
Just as she was used to not being surprised, Qin Yue found a slightly higher pile of rocks, cleared away a piece of snow, and buried the wood carving again.
She cursed secretly with disdain, you might as well build a chastity monument for her! Let those wild men in the past come and see if her appearance is really so fascinating to men.
"It's so miserable. You think you're sentimental, but you're not! If you really have true love, why bother killing her!"
The snow was still falling, and Qin Yue stood dumbly in front of the newly buried grave.
The cold wind was like a knife, but he was completely unaware of it at the moment.
His demented eyes seemed to be wandering outside the snow-covered grassland. Every time he buried a wood carving, the karma he carried seemed to be reduced. He was even secretly happy that he made this decision in a flash of inspiration.
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"Who are you? Actually, I really don't care anymore. Because the less I remember your appearance, the more I feel like you are living like a god." Qin Yue's hands soon turned red from the cold, and his feet were a little numb.
He looked away from the distance reluctantly and murmured to himself.
"The psycho strikes again!"
"This fool!" Although she had hated him for so long, she still felt pity for him in her heart.
I walked straight to him, pulled him, and scolded him sharply, "Why are you using the pestle here as a mallet? Go back to the carriage! You got typhoid fever, and it's my mother's fault again!"
With that said, he grabbed Qin Yue and threw him into the carriage.
Turning around, when Qin Yue wasn't paying attention, he quickly bent down and pulled out the wooden carving buried in the snow. He stuffed the snow and soil into his arms, with a hint of pride on his face, "The more you bury, the more you bury it."
, the faster I dig it out."
Before, she secretly took a look at the wood carving. This damn man's craftsmanship was becoming more and more exquisite, and it was deep into his bones. Unfortunately, he still didn't want to carve her likeness, especially since those eyes were still blind.
In her haste, she stamped her foot to flatten the grave, then got on her horse.
"Oh, by the way! Do you think the flying knife is coming yet?"
Abruptly, Qin Yue suddenly lifted the car curtain, stuck his head out and asked.
She was startled and said with a guilty conscience, are you sick? Ordinary people are afraid to hide away, but you are thinking about the assassin instead!
Qin Yue was a little disappointed and said, "You said if he didn't come, how lonely it would be along the way!"
"Is this why you were unwilling to take action along the way?" She was stunned and asked.
"Yes, there is not even a living person in this desert wilderness. If he doesn't come, it will be too boring. Next time, don't react so fast! You scared people. Next time he comes, let him follow
I’ll drink some wine, I want to talk to him!”
Seeing that she was still confused, Qin Yue chuckled and said, being remembered by others means that your life is very meaningful! This is a kind of happiness, you should cherish it!
If it were her before, she would have scolded him loudly for being a lunatic. But after walking for more than half a month, she killed all the eagles and wild beasts along the way, and they all entered his and her belly.
Perhaps because of their murderous intent, those hungry beasts actually fled away and were unwilling to approach this mysterious carriage again. So, in the recent hunts, it took her a long time to get food.
This fool was either drunk and fast asleep, or was concentrating on his wood carvings, and hardly took the initiative to talk to her. She drove the carriage in a boring way, and the more she walked, the more she felt that she was on the opposite path to the King of Qin.
The further I walk, the more I feel that I am insignificant.
She thought about it and realized that what this fool said seemed to make some sense. She immediately said softly, OK, next time I will let him shoot more!
Hunters on the grassland seem to be struggling in the same way as eagles.
"Yunduo, actually you can try to warm my bed. This way your life will be complete and I won't be so lonely." Qin Yue deliberately teased.
"Bah, what a beautiful idea you have!" She blushed angrily and immediately spat at him. She cursed secretly in her heart, thank you to me for being so reserved, otherwise I wouldn't have had time to cry. As expected, none of these men are good. Mom
I risk my life to protect you, but you still care about my body. Damn you!
But soon, she figured it out again. He did it on purpose. He was mocking her. He probably had discovered her secret digging of woodcuts. Along the way, she actually gave him many opportunities. But he didn't even look at her.
He didn't even look at it. "You're a duplicitous bastard! You have eggs but no guts!"
Turning her head, she remembered his words, and when she thought of the assassin being driven crazy by them, her heart suddenly became bright and happy.
"Drive! Drive! Drive! Go to Beishan!"
She deliberately shouted loudly to guide the assassin hiding in the dark.