The four seasons in the Northern Continent are very distinct. After the long and hot summer and early autumn, the leaves of the trees will start to fall, and late autumn will come quietly.
This period of time is not easy, and the cold winter is about to enter. The cool air from the ground slowly rises to the ground, and the air begins to become dry. Sometimes the sun is shining, and sometimes the autumn wind is bleak.
On the mountain, at this time of year, Chang'an will reduce his activities. Even if he sits quietly and does not move in autumn and winter, his chest will feel tight. If it catches up with the rainy weather, it will be even more difficult. It always seems like it can't be sucked into the chest, and it floats around in the throat lightly, and then floats away by itself, always feeling suffocated.
Standing in front of the tree god of Suolaimu, Hua Yi raised his head silently, then lowered his head silently, bent down and picked up a leaf that had been scraped by a sharp weapon with only veins left, his eyelids twitched for a while, Finally helpless.
I saw that the leaves on the ground had been picked up, and a stick of incense was planted on them, probably because Suo Laimu was paying tribute to the tree god who was bald early this year.
Originally, there was no sign of any other envoys from the tribes who were going to visit today. Huayi sent a few people to check along the way to prevent any accidents. Then he walked here with a lot of thoughts. He hoped to wait here until Chang'an. It's better to talk to that brat, let him practice the sword in another place, don't be pinched by a soft persimmon.
But he waited for a long time, and Chang'an did not come.
For Chang'an, it seems that apart from eating, sleeping, and practicing knives are the most important things, everything else is dispensable. Living in the Jushan tribe these days, practicing knives can be said to be rain or shine, Hua Yi doesn't know what it is The gadget stumbled his footsteps, so he decided to move to see this strange thing himself.
There was a scent of licorice in Chang'an's house, he never closed the door, so Hua Yi raised the curtain and walked in directly.
The little slave was away, and Chang An was sitting in front of a delicate small stove. It was a small stove that Hua Yi got from him when he saw that it was getting cold. The small stove is a good thing. It can be carried into the bed. The special charcoal is burned inside. It can be burned even if the quilt is covered. It does not smoke people. If you smell it carefully, there is a fragrance in it. It will not be extinguished for two nights, unlike the stove pit in the house, if it is extinguished, you have to get up in the middle of the night to light it again.
These things are peddled by scattered wandering merchants, the asking price is very high, and the charcoal fire inside is also very precious.
When Hua Yi entered the room, he stared helplessly at this rare and precious small stove, and now Chang'an, the unlucky boy who couldn't tell the difference between good and bad, put it on the table and cooked soup for him.
When Changan saw him coming in, he didn't even lift his head, and was still very focused on peeling a cleaned taro egg fruit. The skin of the taro egg fruit has been carefully scraped off. Changan used a small blade no longer than the length of his index finger to peel off the flesh of the taro egg fruit. Not too late, the taro eggs fell from his hands one by one, and soon filled a plate.
Hua Yi couldn't help stretching out his hand to squeeze a piece, but the piece was too thin, before he picked it up, he accidentally crushed it halfway.
He couldn't help asking, "Is this for food?"
Chang An nodded.
When everyone eats taro eggs, they peel the skins and throw them into the pit of the stove, poke them with a poker a few times, take them out and sprinkle coarse salt on them, and eat them directly. Hua Yi has never heard of this way of eating, and blurted out: "You Are you full enough?"
"I practice my hands, and I keep it for eating after I finish it, so as not to waste it."
When Chang An finished speaking, his hands were so fast that people couldn't see clearly. He had already finished peeling one round taro egg fruit, and he picked up the second one with ease, and the taro egg fruit, which was as thin as snowflakes, fell into his hands one after another. fall.
I don't know which otherworldly expert taught him sword skills, and there are all kinds of strange practice methods. Hua Yi set his sights on the small stove that made his back molars hurt, and pointed to the cooking stove on it. A bowl of soup that is neither green nor yellow nor yellow, and asked, "What is this thing? It kills bugs?"
"Herbal medicine." Chang An said, "I drink it."
Hua Yi was taken aback when he heard the words, turned serious, raised his hand to pinch Chang An's chin, and looked closely at his face, but Chang An's face has been the same for decades, always seems to be a little weak after recovering from a serious illness It seems that after a long time, you can't see any difference. He asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you?"
Chang An's gaze was forced to divert, but the knife seemed to be alive, passing between his fingers, the back of the knife rolled over his index finger and middle finger, and fell between the fourth and little fingers, the most inflexible of the human hand. The taro egg fruit turned in his palm, and in the blink of an eye, three full layers of skin were scraped off in one go, not to mention the breaking point, even if the turning point was stagnant, he couldn't see it.
Only then did Chang An poke his head, shake off Hua Yi's hand, and then rolled up the fragile strip of taro egg with a knife and put it on a plate, saying: "My master said it was born in nature, and grandma brought it from me. of."
The diseases brought by the mother's womb are all serious diseases, which cannot be cured. Hua Yi was startled and asked, "What are the symptoms?"
He wanted to suggest that Chang An go to Aye to have a look, but Chang An saw that the herbal medicine seemed to be almost cooked, so he picked it up and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his mouth twice, frowned and complained to the stove giver: "There are no symptoms - this shit of yours doesn't work well. It hasn't been cooked through after cooking all afternoon, and it's still cold inside."
Not cooked... The herbal foam and cold water were half-cooked, and he drank it in two gulps. Hua Yi looked at him for a while without saying a word, and then knew that this guy had nothing to do.
"Because 'that thing' is for warming your bed, not for making grass dregs soup for you." Hua Yi said quietly, "You bumpkin who specializes in spoiling good things."
However, the country bumpkin Chang'an did not agree with him. He used a long stick to clamp a piece of charcoal fire from the small stove, and blew on it twice, and blew out a small, swaying flame. The fragrance was stronger. Chang An pinched his nose, turned his head and sneezed, then he dug a pile of oil from the side in dissatisfaction, and roughly wrapped this "delicate charcoal fire" in it, the delicate flame immediately became big and round when it met the oil Get up, melt the solid oil into scorching oil droplets, and fall on the thinly sliced taro egg fruit, they are immediately curled up by scalding, emitting a subtle fragrance.
But Chang An soon lost his patience, and he let go and threw the whole charcoal fire on the plate. A burst of sparks was sparked with a "boom". He picked up the dying noble little charcoal fire, shook it casually on the edge of the table, wiped it twice, and threw it back into the useless stove.
On the plate, there are taro eggs that have been roasted and baked continuously, and the blackened and rolled taro eggs really opened Hua Yi's eyes.
Chang An politely pushed the plate forward and asked Hua Yi, "Do you want to eat?"
Hua Yi looked at this huge pile of black and hideous things, he could only shake his head numbly, and declined his kindness.
Chang An didn't wait for him to finish shaking his head, but as if he was afraid that he would change his mind, he dragged the plate back and ate it with his hands. He ate very fast, and a layer of black ash soon appeared around his mouth, as if He has a mustache in a circle, and he has a lot of relish.
Hua Yi's heart was relieved—he had met Luo Tong's son before, and he remembered the little guy's appearance before. He was really sick in the womb, like a little paper man, unable to hold or touch anything. Others can't speak loudly next to him, otherwise the wind will blow him apart.
How can it be similar to this animal
Hua Yi's lust made him really unable to stand it anymore, Chang'an made himself into this respectable face, so he stretched out his hand, the movement was rough, but gently wiped off the ashes on Chang'an's face, thinking regretfully: " A piece of beauty skin was blinded in vain."
At this moment, three people suddenly broke in from the outside together, and said in their mouths: "The person sent out has returned, it is..."
The person who spoke was Suo Laimu. When he rushed in, he happened to see Hua Yi holding Chang'an's face in one hand, and smearing something on it with his thumb, as if his neck had been pinched, "Ouch" , rolled his eyes mischievously, lifted his foot and walked out, haha said in his mouth: "It's okay, it's nothing serious, it's not busy, hahaha, it's not busy, I don't want to disturb you, just get out of here—you two don't talk to me Get lost together, what are you doing here?"
There are two people behind him, one is Lu Quan who speaks like a muffled thunder, and the other is a tall and thin man—his arm is exposed, he is actually an orc with animal patterns, but the orc has grown into such a pair of bamboo poles The appearance that seems to be swaying with the wind is really amazing, obviously it is Lu Quan's brother, Shanxi.
Hua Yi seemed to have just realized that his actions made people look unreasonable, so he retracted his hands pretending to be okay, sat upright, and opened his mouth to scold Suo Laimu, saying: "Get out of here! Just wiping your face can make you think of many nasty things, why doesn't your pile of gods outnumber the leaves of a broken tree show a spirit, and purify your dirty soul?"
Suo Laimu salivated and smiled, without refuting, his whole body shone with an obscene halo.
Hua Yi asked: "What do the people who came back say?"
"There was an accident at the mountain pass." Suo Laimu expressed his thoughts briefly this time, and only heard him say, "There was a small earthquake a few days ago, we didn't feel anything here, and there shouldn't be anything wrong there, but Unexpectedly, just such a small sway caused a piece of the mountain to collapse, and the water on the mountain rolled down against the big rocks. Several tribes were hit by disasters, and it was too late for other people to be anxious. They were moving and planning to migrate, and there was no time to provoke them We're in trouble."
Tribal migration is a big event. On the densely forested continent, how can it be so easy to find a place to take root? It is impossible to live in a harsh place, and there are countless eyes staring at the fertile soil, waiting to be snatched. How can there be such a trivial disaster to go away
Hua Yi turned serious and asked, "What's going on?"
Shanxi interjected, and said slowly: "I heard that the elder of the White Wing Tribe can watch the sky. He saw the scene of countless stars falling, and he came to the conclusion that this plain will soon be covered by disaster—there can't be any more here." live."
Hua Yi sneered: "Nonsense, the twelve gods are all dead, so how can it be the turn of the stars in the sky to control the affairs of the earth? You speak human words to me."
Shanxi didn't think it was disobedient, and continued to speak slowly: "Besides, the Great Elder can also listen to the sound of the earth. He said that there are groups of things, at least tens of thousands of them, running towards the mountain pass. You will be able to reach the White Wing Tribe in less than ten days and a half months, such a movement is by no means a small thing, and the person who comes is not good, I am afraid that the entire White Wing Tribe can be trampled underfoot."