The distance is too far, and only the scattered hair of the old woman can be seen trembling in the air. She was so old that even her hair did not want to cling to her, she turned away from her unfastened bun, and scrambled to taste the youthful evening breeze.
Li Shiyi's steps were slow and solemn, causing Heng's soul to be stacked with her, and the authority of the gods and ghosts radiated from his bones and blood. Hei Ye was her best subject, pulling up the curtain for her to avoid everyone.
"You..." General Qin said, his voice hoarse like scratched glass, but he tried his best to raise his voice to maintain the prestige of the handed down general.
"Do you recognize the old man?" Her surprise was not strong, and she habitually slammed the white gun back when she spoke.
Li Shiyi stopped his steps: "Learn to make a map of Sichuan, and the mandarin ducks hold the military talisman in their sleeves; the origin of women is willing to accept, why should the general be the husband. The Shu Jinzheng robes are cut by themselves, and the peach blossoms will immediately ask for a long tassel; there are many strange men in the world, who is willing to Travel thousands of miles on sand."
—Peach Blossom Horse, White Wax Gun, Daming Female General, Qin Liangyu.
The poem that Ming Sizong personally wrote for Qin Liangyu was read from Li Shiyi's mouth. Welcome the opposite old woman back to the battlefield in full bloom.
The old woman didn't remember how many years she had been away from this poem, but the past suddenly came to her ears, and a warm blood rushed to her throat, making her sway, and her voice sank: "Your Majesty..."
Li Shiyi's guess was confirmed, and his eyes fell on her hand holding the gun.
The rough bark in her hand was thinned and glued to the bone, and her tendons were held up like a mountain frame, with dry ravines on both sides. Her posture of holding the gun was orthodox and powerful, and the cocoon on the tiger's mouth was crushed white.
It was from this gun that she confirmed Qin Liangyu's identity. The white wood is dry, with hooks on the top and iron rings on the bottom.
This white pole soldier was created by Qin Liangyu.
"The general has practiced formation and training since he was a child. He is good at riding and archery, and he leads the white-rod soldiers to achieve extraordinary victories. He has made many military exploits. He has defeated the bandits and went deep into the enemy's line. The family raised the army's salaries and went north to aid Liao, making Daming turn defeat into victory, and the Eight Banners were terrified."
The bloody slaughter of the nine-death life turned into a few words. The golden iron horse was wrapped in a shroud and dried into yellow sand. The old woman raised her head. But even if it's just a silhouette, it's young and romantic, making her figure relying on the spear look like a joke of a fox and a tiger.
When she was young, it was the dragon in her hands, invincible with majesty; now it is her crutch, supporting her from the loess, carrying her unfinished ambition and loyalty.
Li Shiyi did not ignore the sparkling sparkling in her cloudy eyes, and after giving enough space, he continued: "The general lost his husband in middle age, his son and brother died for the country, and the whole family is loyal. Take the four cities and relieve the siege of the capital. The Qing army entered the pass, Chongzhen hanged himself, and the general was still in command to kill the enemy in his sixtieth year, and he desperately defended the stone pillar."
Li Shiyi didn't speak any further, and only sighed, his voice as light as a drop of stone in the night dew: "The general's entire life, why are you here?"
The sadness came suddenly, perhaps because Li Shiyi noticed the old woman's small gesture of pulling her ears back a little. Her hearing and eyesight had been eroded by the years to a shell, so she had to push her right ear forward with great difficulty in order to hear Li Shiyi's words completely.
Li Shiyi then took a few steps forward and shortened the distance between himself and the old woman.
She saw that the old woman's eyes gradually became clearer, and she didn't know whether it was drying the moisture in her eyes or regaining her sense of sneaking away. She frowned in surprise and sternness, and didn't care to answer Li Shiyi's question. Surprised: "What do you look like?!"
She took a small step back, stood tremblingly, and then aimed her spear at Li Shiyi defensively.
Li Shiyi frowned. Light footsteps sounded beside him, Song Nineteen also stepped forward, took Li Shiyi's hand, and looked at her.
The gun in the old woman's hand turned upside down, and she drew a circle in the air. He called out loudly: "Nine... Nine masters?"
The voice was extremely excited, as if clinging to a life-saving straw, and like a devout worship, hoping to wax her sullen complexion and make her feel alive in an instant.
She lifted the corner of her robe with shaking hands, and actually bent over to kneel down. Song Nineteen was frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm to stop her. Her hand was on Song Nineteen's wrist, It was tight, and the yin qi froze Song Nineteen's bones cold.
The old woman tried her best to frown, showing the shimmering light in her eyes very clearly, but Song Nineteen seemed to be strangled by a curved giant python, blocking her breathing and unable to utter a single word.
She looked at Li Shiyi for help, and Li Shiyi nodded soothingly to her, stepped forward to stand beside her, and called the old woman back to God.
The old woman restrained her emotions, stood still holding the spear, looked at Li Shiyi from top to bottom, and asked suspiciously, "You are a friend of the Nine Masters, why do you ask me why I am here?"
She looked at Song Nineteen, and Song Nineteen's unease rose again, but she didn't want to always rely on Li Shiyi, so she whispered, "I have lost my memory."
"Amnesia?" The old woman murmured, and she moved her lips again, as if she wanted to say something.
Li Shiyi supported her: "Sit down and talk."
The two helped the old woman to sit on the stone pier beside her, and the mottled tree shadow spread to her face, like peeling off the wall. She gasped, the skin of her throat was tightly pressed, and it took a moment for her to move her eyes. She recalled, "My old man fell right away at seventy-five, rolled down the cliff, and met the Nine Masters when he was dying."
"I think it's because I stick to the Sheikh, my ambitions are not fulfilled, and my heart is unwilling. That's why I feel so grateful for the heavens and make the nine masters come down to help me."
"The wind was blowing from the corners of Master Jiu's robe, and the flowers and plants on the side stopped swaying while walking. She came from the end of the valley, and I knew that she was different from others. So I took a breath and kowtowed to Master Jiu, asking her to save my life. If I don't expel the Tartars, I will die."
"The Nine Masters were deeply shocked. After thinking for a while, they said that they can help me live a long life, but because it violated the destiny, I needed to move me to Jinyun Mountain, and I was not allowed to talk with outsiders, so as not to reveal the secret. Ye is a soldier, only one day when the Qing soldiers come to attack again, and use Ye soldiers to resist them, without hurting one of my subjects and one soldier, and also teach that barbarian not to parry."
She hissed slowly, and finally sighed in her throat, she caressed the back of Song Nineteen's hand, and said, "I don't know how many years have passed, but this Qing soldier has stopped moving.
With the nine masters coming this time, can I go out of the mountain? "
As soon as she said a word, Song Nineteen's face was white by an inch. By the end, there was almost no blood. Her teeth were shaking violently. Only by biting her lower lip could she restrain the coldness like falling into an ice cave.
"How many years?" She felt her goose bumps climb like vines from her calf and rushed up her beautiful neck. She became a suffocated drowning person in the tide, drowning her by her own overwhelming sin.
She tightly held the old woman's cold hand and turned to look at Li Shiyi.
Li Shiyi didn't have a moment to understand what she wanted to ask, she told her helplessly and cruelly: "If you are alive, you can't ask a word if you ask the coffin."
Song Nineteen's nose twitched violently, and the grief and pain uncontrollably gathered in the bottom of his eyes. She understood everything, the old tomb at the foot of the mountain, the solitary tomb with no words and no monument, the answer to "the soul has no place to return", and the old general lost by time.
"You have passed away." Li Shiyi's calm and soft voice sounded beside his ears.
The old woman was startled, her expression filled with doubts and wrinkles, and then she murmured a few times, and finally chose to wait for the truth without saying a word. Song Nineteen then raised his head in a trance and said, "Nine... I, I did not let you live forever, but erased your memory of death, and then stopped the time after your death."
Others may not know how much courage she needs to say the word "I", she feels her limbs are sore and weak like never before, and she is also taking on it like never before.
She also understood why she had different senses when she entered the cave. She should have used Qin Liangyu's tomb as a magic circle to seal the memory of her death in the cave. , is also a regression.
She was very sad and scared. She wanted to throw herself into Li Shiyi's arms and cry without hesitation. She asked her if she believed that she must have been unbearable because of the old general's pleas. In this case, she hides her ears and steals the bell. But after all, she was no longer willful, just bent down her tiny cervical vertebrae and faced Li Shiyi with a silent silhouette.
After the terrifying silence, the old woman released the hand that was holding Song Nineteen, lifted it, and then slightly panicked and grabbed the white gun. With the spear in her hand, she regained some confidence. She had a calm expression on her face. She didn't blame or blame anything. She just glanced at Li Shiyi again and asked her, "I asked you just now what you looked like, you... Can you tell me?"
She has been trapped in this mountain for too long. Ordinary people who enter the forbidden area by mistake will go around because of ghosts hitting the wall, or they will flee down the mountain as if scared by Ye Bing. She has never had the opportunity to meet her face to face. , she just saw these two people dressed in this way.
Li Shiyi intelligently understood the meaning of the old woman's words, she pursed her thin lips and said, "It is the fourteenth year of the Republic of China now."
"More than ten years ago, the Qing Dynasty died." She sighed.
The old woman's old face sank, and her eyes stared blankly at the ground, where the leaves were messy and covered with layers and layers.
After a long while, she raised her head and looked at Li Shiyi and Song Shijiu, and seemed to be looking at the void elsewhere through them.
She asked, "So, what about my Daming?"
The author says:
The deeds of Bai Ganbing and Qin Liangyu refer to the introduction of Baidu Encyclopedia, and there is no verified and reliable classic records. If there are any mistakes, please correct me.