They escaped from the mountains.
Hua Yi counted the number of people, and the originally relatively complete tribe suddenly shrunk by nearly half of its people.
Chang An was sitting on a tall boulder with his feet dangling in the air, and his knife was stretched across his knees, still unstoppable, and still full of evil spirit.
He looked at the knife without saying a word, it was so long, and even the double-headed snake on Yufeng Mountain shivered in the direction of the blade. However, at this time, Chang'an felt that he could no longer trust it.
When he was a young child back then, he had watched Zheyan helplessly and closed his eyes in front of him, but now he was different, Alan was washed away by the flood right in front of him.
He raised his head slightly in a daze, surrounded by a vast wilderness, and a group of people with tired and dull faces.
Those lively laughter and laughter that made him uncomfortable were like sand brushed on it. It didn't take much, just pour a bowl of water down, and there would be nothing left.
It was the first time that Chang'an had so many things on his mind when he was eighteen years old.
Suo Laimu lost his joss stick, and could only insert three small wooden sticks as a substitute. He knelt on the ground, facing the direction of the north, bowed devoutly, and muttered words in his mouth. His forehead and face are covered with small scars, but only at this time will he appear serene, like a traveler who has gone a long way and finally returned to his hometown.
Lu Da finally found Chang'an, walked slowly to his feet, raised his head to look at him, and asked stiffly, "Are you injured?"
Chang'an shook his head lazily.
Lu Da let out an "oh", and stared at Chang An's knife like a greedy cat seeing a fish, then he lowered his head and rubbed his toes against the ground for a long while before the kid finally made up his mind to do it again. He raised his head and stared at Chang An, and said, "You said you would teach me how to use a knife."
Chang'an's gaze, which had drifted somewhere, was drawn back by his words. He looked down at Lu Da for a moment, and suddenly asked what Bei Shi had asked him back then: "Learning swords? What's the use of learning swords?"
Lu Da was taken aback, apparently he hadn't considered such a profound question, he thought for a long time with a sad face, and then said: "I am an orc, if you don't put me in shackles, and don't treat me like a slave, I naturally want to learn how to use a sword." , becoming stronger... Well, if I don’t become stronger, I won’t be able to deal with those who bully me, and I won’t be able to repay you.”
Chang An suddenly realized that these words sounded familiar, but they were similar to those nonsense things he said to Bei Shi back then.
Children all want to become powerful, and one day they will really become very powerful, and then find that there is something more powerful—killing the bone-winged roc, and there are two-headed snakes, killing the two-headed snakes, but there are still killing Undead boulders and torrents.
Chang An was silent for a moment, then suddenly jumped off the boulder and said, "Come with me."
Lu Da was overjoyed, his eyes sparkled. This kid is usually a little silent and has a bad temper, but this time he chased after Chang An like a kid who got candy, and asked endlessly, "Would you like Teach me what? Is it a saber? Like you..."
Changan stopped his pace, turned around, turned the saber across with one hand, and held it in front of Luda: "Do you want to try?"
Lu Da's newborn calf was not afraid of tigers, so he stretched out his hands to grab it recklessly, but Chang An let go, how could the child's wrist bear the weight of a hundred catties? Lu Da took two steps back immediately, and was directly dropped to the ground by the big knife.
Chang'an didn't say anything, picked up his own knife, took out a machete from his waist and gave it to him—there were too many dead people, those who couldn't find the corpses didn't care, those who could see the corpses, the companions didn't have time to bury him, they always wanted to leave him. He left something on his body to commemorate that this person had lived, and each of them had a few extra weapons that did not belong to him.
Lu Da saw that Chang An had cut down a wooden stake, the bowl was wide and the height was just enough for him to chop down, neither too tall nor too short.
Chang An raised his hand and chipped off the top of the wooden post two inches thick, the cut was neat, and the chipped piece of wood was put back, so that no one could see the cut.
Then Chang An walked over, fixed Lu Da's arm from behind, held down his hand holding the knife handle, and said, "Look carefully."
Luda only felt that the back of that hand was extremely white, and the skin was as thin as a layer of paper. Through the back of his hand, he could clearly see the muscles, bones and blood vessels. Feel ashamed.
But he didn't lose his mind for a long time. Then, Luda felt his hand was lifted up by an irresistible force. The back of the man's hand was white, but the palm of the hand was covered with calluses. People hurt.
Lu Da unconsciously followed his movement and raised his hand, and then Chang An suddenly pressed down on his knife and slashed.
The strength and speed of the blade condensing into a line almost gave Luda the illusion that his arm was no longer on his body. The machete cut the wood without any resistance, but the force of retracting the knife was greater than that of the downward chop. Luda's wrist straightened. It was numb, if Chang An hadn't held his hand tightly, the scimitar would have been out of his hand long ago.
The little slave's eyes were straightened, he held his breath involuntarily, his heart was pounding, and a rush of blood rushed to his forehead, hitting his head twitching, and even his pupils dilated a little. He doesn't even know when it's opened.
Chang'an took the piece of wood off the stake, Luda was startled awake by his action, shook his head in a hurry, and stretched his neck to look - only to see that the piece of wood was split right from top to bottom. It became two halves, but Chang'an's knife was too precise, the upper piece of wood was split cleanly, and there was not even a white line left on the lower wooden pile.
No more, no less, just those two inches.
Lu Da was stunned again, staring at Chang An dumbfounded, unable to speak: "You...you..."
Chang An just touched his head roughly, and said absent-mindedly: "Little trick, do you remember the movements just now? If you want to learn, use this to get started."
When Bei Shi taught him, he also told him that it was just a trick, to teach him how to control his arms and wrists. At that time, Changan thought that the inconspicuous man was trying to smear him, but now it seems that Bei Shi was right. It's just a little trick—it's pretty much useless except to fool a child.
Chang'an suddenly wanted to drink a sip of wine, he felt that he had already felt the feeling that Hua Yi said... the blood had cooled down.
After Hua Yi finished counting the number of people, he asked the people to set up the pot and rest on the spot, and then saw Chang'an suddenly appearing from behind him without anyone noticing.
Hua Yi sighed, stretched out one hand to pick up Chang'an's face, rubbed it for a while, then pinched his chin heavily, and said in a low voice: "Okay, it's not your fault, who There, she can't be held back."
Chang An took a deep look at him, was silent for a moment, and asked in a low voice: "Is it because I am not good at learning?"
His anger and hatred receded, and his heart was full of bitterness, sour and astringent, unspeakably uncomfortable, Changan wanted to find something to fill it, but he couldn't find any reason, he didn't have one There is no one who can bear hatred, and there is no enemy that can be truly defeated. Finally, after thinking about it, the only thing left is that he is useless.
Hua Yi said seriously: "I don't think so."
Chang An lowered his head, realizing that he couldn't find the answer, so he stopped entanglement, pointed at Hua Yi's jug and said, "Give me a sip."
Hua Yi glanced at him, raised his eyebrows, untied the jug and gave it to him.
Huayi's wine was so strong that Chang'an took it and smelled it, then frowned as if pouring medicine, took a big sip, and it was still hot from the beginning to the stomach, he coughed a few times uncomfortably, but As the strong spicy taste passed, it seemed that there was a fire in his stomach, which slowly burned to his limbs and bones along the blood vessels.
The water on Chang An's body was completely dry, but he always felt that the chill in the water soaked into his bones, lingering like maggots on the tarsal bone, but this sip of wine drove them away.
When the spirits got on his head, Chang An's face even had a faint color of blood. The things that were entangled in his heart and weighed down his whole body seemed to be completely separated from the confusion that he couldn't find the answer after going around. He is a little farther away.
Bei Shi is right, one cup of forgetfulness, two cups of happiness, three cups and five cups... Maybe you can really be drunk for thousands of years, and be so happy that you are not as happy as a god.
Chang An lowered his head and clutched the flagon. He lowered his eyes. At that moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
Then he covered the jug, took only one sip, and returned it to Hua Yi.
Hua Yi wondered, "Is my wine not good?"
Chang'an: "Okay."
Hua Yi: "Then why don't you take another sip? I only have this pot left. Who knows how long I will flee. There won't be enough food in the future, but there will be no wine to drink."
Chang An stuffed the jug to him, and waved his hand: "No, I'll be confused if I drink too much, we don't have enough manpower, I have to keep watch tonight."
After he finished speaking, he left, dressed in rags, his trouser legs were rolled up and he forgot to put them down, but his back was straight. Chang An was holding his scary-looking saber with one hand, but it seemed that he didn't seem so disobedient suddenly.
But one day and one night, this delicate and pretty young man suddenly looked like a man.
A man, not to mention a knife on his shoulder, is a mountain. As long as he is not dead, he has to carry it. This is a matter of course. No one will pity him or sympathize with him because of this.
Hua Yi looked down at the jug in his hand, sniffed it under his nose, and then took a sip from the place where Chang An drank. He drank very slowly, as if he had tasted something different from it. Even this small sip made him drunk.
By the time they found a place to stay again, it was already a month later.
The shadow of the earth fire finally left them. They walked through the wilderness and wilderness. Countless people fell down and never got up again, and many fragmented tribes who fled hard and only three or five people remained joined in.
They kept walking, and after Suo Laimu went south, he took it all the way east. People felt that they were going to go to the end of time.
Finally, before the snow fell, Suo Laimu took them to find a cave where they could hide, and took the dried meat and leather they had accumulated along the way to escape the first severe cold.
[Volume 3]