It's already night, and the wind and snow make a break.
When the wind and snow blew, the whistling sound passed through the vast snowy field, rolling up thousands of snow piles, ten thousand piles of snow, a darkness, like a place of exile that devoured people, and the violent and wild voice made people's hearts palpitate non-stop. When the wind and snow are calm, the world is silent and indifferent, just like a sea of snow with a storm, thousands of miles of clear and cold silver light, and the boundless white jade-like dead snowfield, deserted to the extreme.
Even if the moonlight shines on the extremely cold and icy snow field, it seems to be frozen in an instant. But no matter whether it is snowing heavily or the world is calm, the little lights on the side of a high ground cannot be extinguished, just like the desire for unknown things in the human heart, they are always stubbornly and firmly waiting there.
The brazier in the tent over there conveyed a rare sense of warmth, blocking out all the severe cold outside. On the one hand, it was because the special snow tent was very effective in insulating against wind and temperature; on the other hand, it was also because the fuel in the brazier seemed to Especially fire-resistant, and the fire is not small.
Haitang Duoduo has already taken off the fur cap that covered most of her face, her cheeks are reddish like apples, and she is squatting next to the brazier cooking soup, her brows are slightly frowned, showing worry. Meanwhile, Fan Xian, who had already got into his sleeping bag, didn't notice her emotions.
It's been a few days since I walked north, the weather is getting colder and colder, and I spend less and less time walking during the day, most of the time I basically hide in the tent to avoid the snow, but Fan Xian is not very worried about these things The problem, he was just calculating how long the fuel and food he was carrying could last.
The white bear had only one bear skin left, and Fan Xian made two bear paws by himself. Although Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were very surprised by his leisurely manner, they were even more surprised that he even included seasoning in his carry-on equipment. Nothing like this has been forgotten, but to be honest, bear paws are not very tasty, and the portion is indeed somewhat insufficient.
At the beginning of this expedition to the temple in the extreme north, the dozens of snow dogs who worked hard to pull the equipment could still forage for themselves, but now the deeper the snow field is, the more living beasts can be seen. Fewer and fewer, as a last resort, Fan Xian was forced to use the food he had prepared. These snow dogs worked hard every day, and Fan Xian was naturally reluctant to treat them badly, but their appetites were too good.
For this trip to the temple, Fan Xian really prepared well, including sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, a special fine fleece sleeping bag, and a large number of supplies, but he was still a little vigilant, because if he couldn't find the temple before summer , once you really have to spend half a year in the dark on the extreme arctic ice sheet, the food you brought will definitely not be enough, maybe you will start killing dogs in the end.
Sean Kuhe survived by eating human flesh back then. Fan Xian didn't want to repeat the same mistakes. He turned his head slightly, looked at the blossoming crabapples next to the brazier, suppressed the tingling pain in his chest forcibly, and said, "Would you like to hear a story?" ?”
"What story?" Haitang's face was still a little red, and she didn't look up. Fan Xian smiled, and told the story of Xiao En and Ku He's expedition to the temple in the north, even the deed of the two old seniors eating human flesh was not hidden.
After Haitang finished listening, her face gradually changed, as if she couldn't accept it for a while, that her master had made such a terrible choice. A very complicated emotion reverberated in the girl's heart. After a long silence, she slowly raised her head, looked at Fan Xian with those extremely bright eyes, and said quietly, "Tell me these things at this time. It’s not just to disgust me, to hit me, there must be some reason.”
"I found that you like those snow dogs very much." Fan Xian's eyes drooped slightly, and he said wearily: "In fact, these snow dogs have really helped us a lot. But if the day comes when we run out of ammunition and food, we will always If you want to start eating dog meat, I hope you can be mentally prepared now."
Haitang's complexion changed slightly. In front of Fan Xian, she doesn't need to still carry the body of the Saintess of the Northern Qi Dynasty, the head of Tianyi, but she can express her emotions naturally. She is a girl, and she will naturally love the snow dog who runs happily every day. , For the past month, she has basically been responsible for the dog food. After hearing this, I realized that... Fan Xian had no good intentions from the very beginning. Those snow dogs that worked so hard to pull the sleds were also his food. one of the reserves.
But for this trip to the temple, Haitang had already made extremely difficult preparations, especially after hearing about the tragedy of Master Master's cannibalism, she knew the seriousness of the matter, so she lowered her head slightly and didn't answer. There was no rebuttal either.
The inside of the tent was quiet, and the sound of the wind and snow outside the tent was exceptionally clear. You could even hear how much snow was slamming on the outer skin of the tent, making it very uncomfortable.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps on ice and snow came from outside the tent. Fan Xian and Haitang's expressions did not change, because they knew who it was. In this desolate and frigid snowfield, apart from these three young people whose minds, will, and bodies are strong to the peak of human beings, it is absolutely impossible for anyone else to appear.
Wang Shisanlang opened the wooden door and walked in, bringing in a gust of cold wind, and the flame in the brazier dimmed suddenly. This bloody snowfield is extremely cold, and it seems that it can directly freeze those flames with low temperature.
Haitang took out a small black ball from her sleeve and threw it into the brazier, the fire in the brazier finally stabilized. All of these are specially made items prepared by Fan Xian over the years, especially the fire, which has never been cut off.
Wang Shisanlang stood on the blanket at the door and patted off the thick snow and ice on his body, took off the countless layers of towels wrapped around his face, and spit out a few pimples like ice bumps from his pale lips. Word: "Okay, go to sleep."
Haitang was in charge of the trivial matters of life. The girl's family was finally transformed into a housewife by Fan Xian in this extreme environment, while Wang Shisanlang was in charge of leading the dozens of snow dogs, building tents and The defense work, what he said at this time is done, refers to the snow shelter specially built for the snow dogs outside to prevent wind and snow, which has been taken care of.
From the perspective of hard work, of course Shisanlang Wang's work is harder. Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and said to him, "From tomorrow onwards, you will be responsible for feeding those dogs."
Wang Shisanlang nodded, sat next to the brazier, took a bowl of hot soup handed over by Haitang, and drank it slowly, taking every sip very carefully, the sword at his waist dragging like that. On the ground, there was a faint smell of blood.
"To recover, you really need to practice hard, but this place is too cold, so don't force yourself." Fan Xian's eyes flashed a trace of worry. Practicing swords in the middle, using one's own potential to fight against the majesty of the world, this kind of penance, really moved Fan Xian and Haitang.
They knew that Thirteenth Wang had a sense of urgency and wanted to recover his arm quickly, or practice the left-handed sword, but Fan Xian was always worried about his body.
"Ada found a nest of snow rabbits before, but the hole was too deep, they couldn't do anything, I helped them drive those rabbits out." Wang Shisanlang put down the soup bowl, rubbed his face, shook his head and said: "By the way Exercise your muscles and bones. If you continue to freeze like this, I'm really afraid that I will be frozen into ice cubes."
"It seems that the food can be improved tomorrow." Fan Xian covered his lips and coughed twice, and said with a smile. He found that Thirteen's relationship with these snow dogs is getting better and better. one extra.
He suddenly noticed something strange about Haitang, she spoke very little today, her face was always red, and her brows were always a little worried, so he couldn't help asking softly: "What are you thinking, so absorbed?"
Haitang frowned slightly, glared at him, but didn't say anything.
On the other hand, Thirteenth Wang was stunned for a moment, smiled very rarely, tied the towel around his head again, and walked out of the tent.
Fan Xian was slightly taken aback, but after a while he realized the reason, and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Could it be possible for a living person to be suffocated to death by urine?"
The words were vulgar, and it happened to hit Haitang's heart disease at this time, a slight anger flashed in the girl's eyes.
Fan Xian has made countless calculations, and even planned his trip to the temple two years ago. He must drag Haitang and Wang Shisanlang as helpers, because he knows that the long journey and endless night are like a hospital bed in a previous life. Just like those days before, the unbearable loneliness will make people crazy. Back then, Ku He and Lord Xiao En were able to survive until the temple appeared under the rising sun, not because they dared to eat human flesh, but because they could be each other's love. Partners, in a dangerous and unknown journey, partners are always the most important factor.
However, Fan Xian still missed some details of life. He and Shisanlang Wang didn't care, just a jar and he was relieved, but he didn't think about adding to the burden. He prepared an extra tent as a toilet on this snowy field extravagantly. Although it was cold a few days ago, it could still be resisted. The temperature dropped suddenly in the past two days, and it was a bit difficult to be convenient in the wild.
Wang Shisanlang walked out, naturally leaving Haitang a private space. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Fan Xian coldly, and said, "If it weren't for your medicine jar, there would be so many inconveniences."
Fan Xian was silent and smiled. He was the weakest among the three on this trip. If he were to hide in the snow outside the tent at this time, he might be frozen into a disabled person. He said with a chuckle: " Thirteen Lang left alone, so he knew the relationship between you and me, so don't mind who we are with, right?"
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It was still a deep and cold night. The fire in the brazier was unable to flourish due to the lack of large materials such as wood, and the wind and snow outside the tent were still howling desperately. There was no danger in the surrounding darkness, but the severe cold in the world itself was the greatest danger . Three sleeping bags were lined up next to the brazier, but the three young men in the sleeping bags all had their eyes wide open and refused to fall asleep.
I have been trekking on the snowfield for a month, there are no entertainment activities, no magic way to pass the time, except for walking and sleeping, it is really boring to the extreme. The three of them also slept to the extreme. If Fan Xian was not too weak, he would definitely regret bringing the big sun Shisanlang by his side. It is also good to enjoy the quickness of speech.
After dozens of days of sleepless nights, the three young people basically finished talking about the things they should have talked about. Fan Xian even viciously dug up the matter of Wang Shisanlang's bedwetting when he was a child, so the three of them could only keep their eyes open. Listening to the whistling wind and snow outside the tent, it is like enjoying a grand music event.
I don't know how long he was silent, but Fan Xian suddenly said, "Like this snowy and cold place, when those people walked here, most of them would have died. The three of us can still resist, which is quite remarkable." .”
Haitang, who was lying on the opposite side of him, said softly: "Master, you are the first person to find a temple in the mountains. It is not as good as you who know the direction and the route. Naturally, it is more difficult. But the later generations are always better than the previous ones. You seem to know that There are always more things than us."
"Don't envy me." Fan Xian closed his eyes and said with a happy smile, "To be able to go to different places and experience different things in life is an extremely rare enjoyment in itself."
Wang Shisanlang replied: "It makes sense."
"Since that's the case, why don't the three of you and I talk about poems at night? In the future, there will be a cloud in the history books. In the night when the wind and snow hit, it would be a... giant poem. How about this? Wouldn't it be wonderful? Let me start. The wind is tight..."
There was no more to say, it was obvious that neither Haitang nor Thirteenth Wang was willing to indulge this man's rancidity, and everything was quiet.
Fan Xian coughed twice, and said with a smile, "It's too shameful."
"We are all vulgar people. You want us to accompany you in poetry, but you don't give us face. Besides, this sentence was written by that Feng Lazi in the story of stone."
"I wrote the story of the stone, who dares to say that I didn't write this sentence?" Fan Xian's brazen voice rang out in the tent.
The other two expressed their disdain in silence. Fan Xian smiled, opened his tired eyes in the dim environment, coughed and panted and said, "I've said everything, we know enough about each other... But I've always been curious, how did you live?" What do you want to do in this world?"
"I want to become a great master, and then protect the people of Dongyi City like a master." Wang Shisanlang's answer is always so strong and direct, confident and ordinary.
"Bedwetting brats are not qualified to use such arrogant words."
"I..." Haitang's bright eyes looked at the tent above, and after a moment of silence, she said, "I grew up in the back of Qingshan Mountain, and then I went to Shangjing City and began to travel around the world. I just want to make Qingshan a It will carry forward and flourish, and protect our Daqi court for generations to come, without being invaded by foreign enemies, and the people in the territory live and work in peace and contentment."
Her voice suddenly dimmed: "But when Master went, I realized that I am not a Qi person, but a Hu person... I don't know what I want to do anymore, but I think, if Da Qi It is always good to be able to be safe and secure, the world to be safe and peaceful.”
"Sure enough, you are a closed disciple taught by two old monsters. Just saying a word means thinking about the world." Fan Xian sighed, "Actually, before I met you, there was no question about things like good war and bad peace. I never thought about it."
"Because Uncle Wu Zhu never cared about these things, so I don't care too much. I just want to live a good life." Fan Xian's tone was extraordinarily light, "The more vivid the life, the better the better, because From the first day I know things, I always feel that everything around me is just a dream, and this dream will always wake up one day. This feeling makes me work hard and earnestly to live every day. one day."
"I seem to want to use these rich details to dilute my fear of waking up from the dream."
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Listening to Fan Xian's leisurely words, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang fell into silence. They just thought that Fan Xian was lamenting his eccentric life experience and eccentric life, but they couldn't know what Fan Xian's real emotion was.
"Since you don't want to wake up from this dream, the content of this dream must be good." Haitang comforted him.
The corners of Fan Xian's lips curled up slightly, he smiled, and said, "That's natural, if it wasn't for protecting all the beautiful things in this dream, why would I exile myself to this place where no shit, why should I argue with the emperor Lao Tzu for this?" Everything, why should I let myself pretend to be brave, pretend to be righteous, enter the palace to assassinate, but carefully maintain the stability of the Daqing court."
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Is all this, everything after rebirth, really just a dream? The tent was quiet, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were both asleep, but Fan Xian still did not fall asleep. He opened his eyes indifferently and looked at the isolated sky, listening to the sound of wind and snow whizzing by outside the tent. I kept thinking about it.
After dying in that world, he came alive in this world. In those few years of his childhood, Fan Xian couldn't get rid of the fear of waking up from dreams at any time. He was afraid that all of this was false, he was afraid that he was just in a kind of situation. In his illusory state of mind, he was afraid that this was a Truman show that embraced the world, he was afraid that this was a brilliant game, and he was just a wave of mental fluctuations, data flow, or a hypnotized wooden man.
A true warrior dares to face the real death. For Fan Xian, the second generation, what he was really afraid of was that he didn't know if he was really dead. He was worried that once he woke up from the dream, he would lie down again Above the hospital bed, sinking into the real darkness, I can no longer see this beautiful thing.
Rivers and mountains, lakes and seas, flowers and trees, beauties.
He yelled to collect clothes on the roof of Danzhou, and he wrote three hundred poems in the hall, all of which were based on some kind of presumptuous emotion, but he lived in the country of Qing for more than 20 years, laughed and cried However, he can finally prove that all this is not a dream.
Although until now, he still doesn't know what the temple is, but he can be sure that all of these things are actually happening around him, rather than being illusioned by some god in the dark.
Because the people in this world are real, the emotions in this world are real, as well as human nature, sorrow and joy, there are always some things in this world that cannot be faked. If there really is a god who can perfectly control all these things, just like God wants light, like Nuwa wants to play with mud, like Pangu gets tired and rests, then what's the point of pursuing all these things
The closer he got to the temple, the more and more Fan Xian couldn't get rid of these questions. It wasn't until this night that he gradually figured out that this visit to the temple might be an answer to a question, but in fact he was still more concerned about the secular world. The reality, at least the life sorrows and joys of those people who think they are in reality.
For things that are unknowable, unexplorable, untouchable, and unobservable, these things do not actually exist. This is what was mentioned in physics class in that world. Fan Xian has always remembered it clearly. Tonight, he suddenly felt This physical definition can be put into the word fate.
No one can change his destiny, but he can choose not to accept his own destiny, or ignore it. Fan Xian lives in this world, loves or hates people or things in this world, this world must be real, real to the bone Kind of, he firmly believed in it.
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He hadn't had a good night's sleep, and the true qi in his body was slack. Although the vitality between the heavens and the earth was making up for his lack with his breathing, the speed was still not increasing fast enough. The external cold invaded his mind and made him restless. Fan Xian finally fell ill.
When the whistling wind and snow outside stopped, and when the white light on the snow reflected into the tent, Fan Xian's cheeks became extremely pale, two unhealthy blushes appeared under his eye sockets, and his forehead was burning hot.
The most feared illness comes at the most severe cold moment. Fan Xian lay in Haitang's warm and gentle arms, drinking the medicine he had prepared seriously, forcefully maintaining his spirit, and said in a hoarse voice, "The medicine jar has something to say."
"Let's talk." Haitang's brows were full of worry, she hugged him lightly, shaking him like coaxing a child.
"We can't stop, let's keep going."
"But the snow here is so heavy."
Suddenly the tent door was opened, Wang Shisanlang poked his head in, his face was full of surprise.
The north wind was strong overnight, and the snow was still falling when the door was opened. However, the snow was rolled up from the ground. There was no snow in the sky, only the blue sky and the shrunken sun. The air was still cold, but the snow finally fell. Stopped.