Taking advantage of the other side's stunned moment, Xiao Ying had already performed light work, several ups and downs swept on the back of the cattle, and then flew forward from the back of the cattle.
Since Yelu Chunan spurred his whip and chased him, Xiao Ying's light work would have been achieved, but the cattle's pace of running forward was not slow, but how could they be able to chase him quickly.
Xiao Ying ran for a while, seeing that there were no traces of soldiers behind him, remembering that Battuoli had died tragically and there was no one to deal with it.
It was getting late, and I was hungry in my stomach, looking for something to eat, I looked around, and saw the wild and wild, endless, but there was nowhere to eat.
Sitting on the ground, he looked up and saw a group of big geese lined up in adult characters, each other, accompanied by each other, returning south in a group. He couldn't help but fluctuating thoughts, loneliness and night must strike, and he felt two lines of tears.
After being hungry all night, he finally stayed till dawn, and the breeze was blowing. He stepped on the morning dew and looked around the boundless fields. Although hungry in his stomach, he felt relaxed and happy, and there was an indescribable coolness.
When the morning sun rose, he was hungry again and began to look around.
At noon, I caught a jumping rabbit weighing two or three catties on the way, peeled its fur, shaved its internal organs, and baked it on a fire, but it felt crispy in the mouth and more delicious than any game that I had eaten before. The jumping rabbit was swept away by him.
After searching for six or seven days, Xiao Ying didn't find any traces. Xiao Ying understood that Battuoli's words were correct. It is really not easy to find a place on the vast prairie.
That evening, Xiao Ying hadn't entered the grains all day, and was hesitating, suddenly leaping out of the grass, leaping and rushing to the distance.
He saw that it was a rabbit, and was about to chase after it, but saw an eagle flapping its wings, hovering down, and its claws swiftly grabbed the rabbit.
The rabbit was willing to wait for death. Before the eagle's claws could catch it, he rolled sideways, already avoiding the embarrassment at the beginning, taking advantage of the opportunity of the eagle to fly high and then pounce, first ran to several feet away.
The eagle seemed to be hungry and panicked, but it was extremely fierce, but he missed his head a lot. More than ten times, he missed the rabbit, thinking it was extremely hungry and exhausted.
Xiao Ying strode swiftly, followed closely behind an eagle and a rabbit, thinking: "When your wings are weak and your legs and feet run soft, I will come with a oriole and catch you two together. , A good meal."
As he was chasing, an old monk appeared on the grass in front of him. The old monk hurried forward, grabbed the rabbit and hugged it in his arms. The technique of grabbing and hugging is extremely fast.
Seeing the old monk suddenly, the eagle hurriedly flapped his wings into the air, hovering around, and refused to leave.
Xiao Ying looked at the old monk closely, and saw that he had a big mole on his forehead, which was not commensurate with his bright bald head.
The old monk turned a blind eye, as if Xiao Ying wasn't around him.
Xiao Ying didn't talk to him either, and she said inwardly: "You old monk didn't abide by the rules, so you came to grab this rabbit to eat with me!"
But seeing the old monk took out a dagger from his arms, he held the handle in his mouth. He just said that the old monk wanted to kill the rabbit immediately, taking it as his own delicacy, and cursed secretly: "You evil monk, you really are a dog monk!"
However, the old monk lifted the sleeve of his left hand robe, exposed his arm, still hugged the rabbit with his right hand, and said in his mouth: "Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"
Suddenly the head lowered, the dagger in his mouth swiped across the bare arm, and there was a soft pop, and a bloody thing fell on the grass. Looking at his arm again, it was red. It turned out that what fell on the ground was a piece of meat on the arm of an old monk.
Xiao Ying stared in amazement, her eyes widened, and secretly said: "This monk is crazy, how can he cut off his body for no reason?"
When I continued to look at it, I saw that the old monk didn't even bandage the wound, letting the blood flow, holding the rabbit, chanting the Buddha's name, and strode away.
The hovering eagle was eager to salivate, and as soon as the old monk left, he rushed down impatiently, holding a piece of human flesh on the ground in his mouth, and flew up into the sky in a flash without a trace.
Xiao Ying stood blankly on the spot, and couldn't believe that there was a real story of cutting meat and feeding eagles in the world.
When he was a child, he heard from his parents that Sakyamuni had saved a wounded pigeon, and he did not hesitate to cut the meat to feed the eagle. He always thought that it was just a legendary story. How could there be such a benevolent person in the world? I have seen it today, and now I know everything in the world, weird and strange, and there are so many incredible things. For a while, I was convinced by the old monk's words of "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell", and he secretly admired the old monk's generous and gracious manners.
After searching for a few days, there was still no trace. Xiao Ying gave up his thoughts and headed towards the southwest, detouring back to the Central Plains, so as not to encounter the Mongolian army again.
The grassland to the west was severely deserted. Half of what Xiao Ying stepped on was sand and half of grass. Looking far to the west, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart as a spectacle when she saw the yellow sand.
After a day of rushing, trees gradually grew in front of him, sparsely.
Suddenly seeing the smoke curling in front, a grassy cottage appeared in front of him. In this inaccessible place, there are still people in Jinger. He hasn't met a person in the past few days, and the whole world seems to be the only one himself, so he is not alone. Seeing the smoke in the Caolu at this moment, it seemed that he was returning to the hometown where he had reunited after a long time.
He flew over, and saw an old woman sitting in front of the house in a dazed manner. She looked very ugly and looked over a hundred years old.
In such a place where people are extremely unlikely to live, Xiao Ying was shocked when she met such an ugly and old woman who looked like a ghost but not a ghost, and looked like a human. Xiao Ying was surprised and suspicious in her dream.
In the past few days, tragedies have happened repeatedly in the past few days, and he died to save himself. Battuoli was trampled to death by tens of thousands of cows. All this is like a dream, making it difficult to distinguish which is real and which is a nightmare in sleep.
Xiao Ying stretched out her hand and slapped herself with a slight pain on her face. It was indeed not a dream. He secretly said in his heart: "If the beautiful things in the world are all real, and the hurtful things are all illusions, how great it would be!"
He stood in front of the cottage in a daze, thinking about his thoughts. The old woman thought it was the back of her ears. Seeing that someone was photographed on the ground, she raised her head in shock. Seeing that she was a very iconic young man, there was a surprise on the ground, and she trembled: "Chopper, is that you? Chopper... Chopper... … Mother thinks you are so bitter… You… You are finally back!"
She stood up slowly while trembling like a sieve, crouched, and stretched out her hand to stroke Xiao Ying's face.
Seeing her face twitched, Xiao Ying was clearly crying with joy, but she couldn't see a drop of tears in her eyes, thinking that the tears had dried up.
Seeing that the right hand she stretched out was only skin and bones, she didn't know whether the other party was a human or a ghost. She was afraid, so she hurriedly stepped away and said, "Old lady, you have admitted the wrong person. I am not your worm."
The old woman's surprised face turned pale suddenly, and said sadly: "The old man is dazzled... It is the old man who is dazzled... You should be dozens of years old when you are alive, how can you be as handsome as you..."
Xiao Yingting's old woman's accent is definitely from the people of Shanxi, but I don't know why it is here? He said: "Old lady, why are you here alone, where are your family?"
The old woman did not answer, her eyes were sunken, as if she recalled the past, her eyes changed from bleak to panic, from panic to fear, and her mouth turned over and over again, saying only three words: "Xinghuacun... It’s... the worm also entered the desert and never came out..."
Xiao Ying thought about it, thinking that her family had undergone drastic changes in the early years, and her family was broken and people lost her mind. She asked, "Who is the bird?"
The old woman stared blankly at the desert of Huangsha Wanli, with a sad expression. After a while, she said hoarsely: "He is my son. I have waited for him here for more than 60 years. He is in the desert. I know one day. He will come back to see me..."
Xiao Ying thought to herself, pity the world's parents, this old woman's son was afraid that she would have died long ago, she had waited for sixty years in this deserted and yellow sandy place, really touching and sentimental. I want to comfort her a few words and let her go home early, her son probably won't be able to live in the world.
Then I thought about it, the reason why this mother-in-law has been able to endure in this bitter cold place for sixty years is that she has illusions and longings in her heart.
He took out a few pieces of broken silver from his body and placed it in the palm of the old woman's palm, bid farewell to the old woman and continued walking southwest.
A low-sounding song floated behind itself: "Autumn breeze rises, white clouds fly, yellow vegetation falls, and the geese return south. The orchid is beautiful, the chrysanthemum is beautiful, and the beautiful woman is beautiful, and you can’t forget it. The midstream is full of sour waves. Xiao Guming sings and sings with joy and sorrow. How old is it when you are young... "The song is full of sentimentality, and it makes people feel sour.
Xiao Ying turned her head and saw that the song came from the mouth of the old woman. She was a little surprised: "This song is used to miss her son, although it is not very appropriate, but the sad mood of life and death and the aging of life is also appropriate. "I wanted to say something, but finally didn't say anything, turned around and did it again.
Approaching twilight, I came to a place with verdant trees and deep forests, and I saw few people stepping on it.
Xiao Ying walked around the jungle and turned into a mountain col. Suddenly heard the sound of water rushing, the lake ding dong, and looking around, there was a stream hanging down like a white cloth not far away, into the jasper-like stream below. , The lakes and mountains, really is a quiet and quiet place.
What's even better is that a separate courtyard is built on the hillside and next to the lake. A plaque reads "Jade Villa" with four golden shining characters.
Xiao Ying had no place to rest, and rushed forward excitedly, but saw the two sitting under the pavilion by the lake, sipping tea and talking. When I stared, I saw that one of the bald monks had a big black mole on his forehead. It was an old monk who had cut meat on the grassland to feed the eagles a few days ago. He looks like a rich old man, but his eyes are slightly sad, which is not commensurate with his clothes.
Seeing the old monk again in a different place, Xiao Ying thought to herself that she was truly congenial with this master, so she met again here. He respected the old monks for cutting meat and feeding eagles, so he didn't dare to bother them talking.