It was early watch when we left the shabby house. The snow had stopped, but there was wind. The north wind was blowing snowflakes, and the weather was extremely cold.
Nanfeng passed by the inn again on the way. This inn was a wooden building. If there was something to ignite the fire, it would be easy to light it. But after stopping for a long time, Nanfeng gave up the idea. If the inn was burned, the other party would be burned. You can immediately think that it was him. He was sick and couldn't walk far. If he was caught, his life would be in danger.
When he was about to leave the town, Nanfeng met a pedestrian. After asking, he learned that the town was called Taiping Township.
"One day I will come back and burn this bird inn, damn it." Nanfeng cursed secretly.
There are shelters in the town, but when we leave the town, the wind becomes even stronger. At this time, the south wind makes the whole body feel hot, and the throat and trachea feel like burning. The cold air outside chokes into the lungs, causing burning pain and indescribable discomfort. .
Nanfeng covered his mouth and nose with his hands and trudged forward with his bedding on his back. He had never thought that he would die before, but now he felt that he might die at any time.
Not far ahead, Nanfeng saw a light. When he got closer, he saw a small wooden house. This kind of small wooden house can often be seen on the outskirts of villages and towns. At this time, there are many bandits and robbers. This kind of wooden house is what the villagers are on guard against. Bandits' outpost.
Knocking on the door and asking for help was met with a shout.
Nan Feng was about to cry but had no tears. He walked hard on the knee-deep snow. Just when he felt that he had reached the limit, he suddenly found a big house on the mountain to the west of Lu. He could vaguely see it through the snow light. The house is very dilapidated.
Nanfeng had encountered this kind of big house built on the mountain before. It was a righteous village where corpses were parked, and most of the people parked inside were foreigners who had died in unknown ways.
Without thinking, Nanfeng turned onto the mountain road to Yizhuang. If he couldn't find a shelter from the wind, he would freeze to death.
When we arrived at the gate of Deyizhuang, the south wind stopped. Although the courtyard wall of this Yizhuang was broken, it was still intact, and the gate was also there. Compared with the house without the courtyard wall, the house with the courtyard wall looked more terrifying.
After smiling bitterly, Nanfeng climbed in through a gap, moved up the steps, and pushed open the door to the north room.
The house was dark and musty.
"The meat deliveryman is here. If you want to eat, I'll do it quickly. Don't scare me." Nanfeng laughed. He was already so burned that he was a little delirious, and he didn't know how to be afraid anymore.
There was dead silence in the room.
After his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Nanfeng could see clearly what was going on inside. There seemed to be a shrine to the north, which was dedicated to some kind of deity. He couldn't see clearly. The room was very empty, except for a coffin parked in the east position.
Just when Nanfeng wanted to enter the house, there was a sound from the coffin, which sounded like nails digging into the coffin lid.
Nanfeng did not run away, but rushed towards the coffin. When he got close, he kicked it violently, "Fuck you, get out of here!"
What he didn't expect was that the coffin was badly decayed. He kicked a hole in the coffin. The coffin cracked from the middle, and a group of small black shadows screamed and fled in all directions.
The south wind kicked a few more times, kicking the coffin into pieces. There was no body in the coffin, only some whitened bones.
Because mice had built a nest before, there were some grass in the coffin. Nanfeng collected the grass in a place, blew the fire twister, and built a bonfire.
The bonfire was lit, and there was light all around. Through the light, Nanfeng could see clearly that there was an earth god statue enshrined on the northern altar. There was also an offering table in front of the altar, with some incense candles and yellow paper placed on it.
Nanfeng walked over and took back the yellow paper, wrapping it and twisting it. The previous fire twisters were almost used up, so he had to prepare a few more.
After rolling up the fire, Nanfeng started chasing the mice again, but it was too cold outside. No matter how hard he drove them, the mice just wouldn't run out. Nanfeng had no choice but to give up.
There was a clay pot that served as an incense burner on the offering table. Nanfeng poured out the incense ashes inside, briefly washed it and used it to boil water. There was also a piece of cake on his body, which was not so hard after being roasted by fire.
"Go away, do you think I have big eyes?" Nanfeng chased away the mice that were approaching.
After driving away the mice, Nanfeng chewed the rice cakes with difficulty. At the same time, he once again thought of his brothers and sisters. Lu Pingchuan and Chu Huairou were older, and they had many options, so they would not be miserable. Chang Le and Chu Huairou were together, and there were people taking care of them. The fat man became a monk. Whether he could acquire skills or not was put aside for the time being. It was not difficult to get two meals and one night. What he was most worried about was the mute. The mute could not speak and had a very withdrawn temperament. She might not always follow Lu Pingchuan and Mo Li. Once she was left alone, she might end up even worse than him.
After eating the pancake, Nanfeng drank some hot water, unfolded his bed beside the campfire, and lay down curled up.
In the middle of the night, Nanfeng woke up. He was bitten by a mouse. After waking up, he covered his bitten ears and chased the murderer. Since he didn't know who the murderer was, he killed the nine tribes and killed all the mice, including ten. several.
The next day, Nanfeng's condition worsened. His high fever persisted. Not only did his joints hurt, but his eyes were also swollen and uncomfortable, and he had no strength at all.
He only got up three times throughout the day, twice to add fuel to the bonfire, and once to boil water because his mouth was dry.
Even with a high fever, he couldn't feel hungry, but Nanfeng could feel himself getting weaker and weaker. In the evening, he got up and picked up a few mice, sat on the threshold and skinned them.
I cried while cleaning up, feeling confused, helpless, wronged, and endlessly lonely.
He had eaten rat meat before, and it didn't have a strange taste. However, eating rat meat can easily cause diarrhea, but he couldn't care less about it at this time. He hadn't eaten for a day, and it would be difficult to survive this cold winter night without eating.
The coffin was almost finished burning, and the bones in the coffin were piled next to it. While the mice were being burned, Nanfeng fiddled with the bones, picked out some of them, and wrapped them together with the two pieces of tortoise shells. The previous group of people did not know the goods. Throw away the tortoise shell. If you encounter someone who knows the goods, the tortoise shell will probably be snatched away and it will have to be disguised as human bones.
The piece of deerskin that he originally thought was cloth was stuffed into the middle of his clothes. There were words on the deerskin and some strange lines, but he didn't know the words and didn't know what they were.
After "dinner", Nanfeng fell into a drowsy sleep. He was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night and got up to add firewood.
At this time, he felt less uncomfortable and had some strength in his body. These signs showed that he had passed the most dangerous period and his condition was beginning to improve.
After adding a few coffin boards, Nanfeng leaned on the east wall and stared at the fire in a daze. He was still on the border of Wei State, still far away from Nanguo. The road ahead was long and he didn't know when he would arrive at Taiqing Mountain.
Although it was difficult, he never thought of giving up halfway. Tian Yuanzi was kind to him and taught him all the nine cultivation scriptures of Taiqing Sect. Although he didn't know what would happen after learning these nine scriptures. However, he has seen Lin Zhendong's ability before. Lin Zhendong has not yet reached Ziqi Dongyuan, but he can already stand side by side with Wei Guoshi. If he is promoted to Dongyuan, it is estimated that even the national master will not be his opponent. If he is promoted to Taixuan again, I'm afraid I will be invincible.
After receiving such great kindness from the master, it doesn't matter if the apprentice suffers this little sin. He must send the Heavenly Book back to the Taiqing Sect. He cannot give up halfway and cannot let the deceased feel cold.
After the mice had finished eating, and the coffin and altar table had been burned, Nanfeng left Yizhuang. Although he was still coughing, his fever had subsided.
He was carrying a dead man's yellow quilt on his back, holding a dog-beating stick in his left hand, and a bag of bones in his right hand. Passers-by thought he was unlucky and avoided him.
This is what Nanfeng wants. Encounters can change a person's character. Nanfeng was originally very optimistic, but now he is becoming more and more silent. He almost doesn't talk to outsiders. Sometimes he doesn't even speak for two or three days and just keeps his head down. Walk.
Tian Yuanzi is right, everything has its pros and cons. He is indeed less troubled by dressing up like this, but he also doesn't have enough food. His three feet of intestines are two and a half feet empty. He used to be able to walk more than thirty miles a day, but now I can't even walk ten miles.
After encountering a county town, the south wind stopped. He was so hungry that he couldn't bear it anymore and his shoes were worn out. He still had two golden beans in his hand, and he had to find a way to exchange the gold for copper coins...