Under the Lingshan Canyon, the glacier.
A battle from the top of the mountain to the mountainside, from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, after thousands of years of snow and glaciers collapsed, mercilessly poured out along the Lingshan Canyon, flooded the north of the capital, and blocked the Xuanwu Gate. The snow waves had nowhere to go, like a flood that broke the embankment, rushing out of the valley toward the southwest, destroying all the way to the front of Luoshui.
The pine trees were broken, the rocks rolled down, the ice surface of the Luo River collapsed, and the snow poured down from the million-pound landslide, wrapped in mud and rocks, poured into the river, crushing the ice layer.
An old man with a crane-haired youthful face leaned on a cane, led a young man, and drove a donkey cart to the shore of Luoshui. After crossing the river in Chuchu, the old man sat on the rocks by the river, unscrewed the wine bag, and took a few sips of wine.
The young people knelt at the foot of the mountain, digging up the snow with their hands.
"Luo Xuan," the old man said.
The young man called Luo Xuan didn't answer, the blood oozing from the fingers of his right hand stained a small patch of snow red.
The old man is more than old, but he looks energetic. The wine bag is embroidered with the patterns of four beasts on duty. On one side, the ancient name is outlined in seal script: Ghost Master Yan.
This name, known to the people of the Central Plains, is not much.
About the mysterious Cangshan and Changhai, and the fairyland-like towers built in the clouds and mists on the Canghai Sea, and the name "Mr. Ghost" that was finally drowned in time, no one has mentioned it anymore.
Luo Xuan dug up the snow, and under the snow stained with blood, a blue-purple hand appeared.
This is the sixteenth hand he dug up today.
From the hillside to the foot of the mountain, there are thousands of raised hands everywhere, frozen in all kinds of strange movements. In the face of the sudden disaster, every hand is trying hard to catch the air, trying to seize the last hope of survival. .
But this hand is different. It is pressing on a piece of wood, and before dying, it seems to be still guarding something.
"Sir," Luo Xuan said when he saw the hand, "I found it."
After Mr. Ghost drank the last drop of wine in his bag, he didn't stand up, and motioned Luo Xuan to dig with his eyes.
Luo Xuan then continued to scrape the snow with his bare hands, revealing a broken wooden cart underneath. The wooden cart has tipped over under the avalanche, pressing down on the slender Xiang Zhou.
When he saw Xiangzhou, Luo Xuan knelt down again and hugged the stiff body.
The blood on Xiang Zhou's body has frozen, his eyebrows and hair are covered with snow, his expression remains at the last moment before his death, his eyes and pupils are dilated, but his facial features show no signs of panic, and his indigo blue face appears. She was as gentle as ever, and the corner of her mouth was still smiling.
He propped himself under one hand, his back propped up the wooden cart that was pressing against him, the other hand stretched slightly forward, his broken arm bent in a strange direction, and rested beside the car grill.
Zhaohui turned around the mountains, the golden sunlight shone on his side face, and the word "abandoned" was shining brightly.
Luo Xuan got under the snow slope, grabbed his broken right hand, held him in his arms, and dragged the dead Xiang Zhou out of the small space.
Under Xiang Zhou's body, there is another body, which was entangled in Xiang Zhou by the rope of the trailer.
Jiang Heng closed his eyes tightly, clutched Xiang Zhou's shirt tightly with one hand, and depended on him at the last moment when the mountain collapsed.
Mr. Ghost looked at the scene in front of him, nodded, and tapped the stone a few times with his cane.
"Now that you have found it, let's go." Mr. Ghost said, "There is no need to enter the capital."
Luo Xuan knelt on the snow, held Xiang Zhou in his arms, looked down at him, and carefully picked up the ice shards and snowflakes on his eyebrows and forehead.
The snow and ice covering Xiangzhou slowly melted under the heat of Luo Xuan's exhalation.
He drove the donkey cart, first carried Xiangzhou into the donkey cart, and put it on the back of the cart.
After losing Xiangzhou, Jiang Heng turned sideways, still curled up in the protective space supported by the silhouette of the human figure. After a while, Luo Xuan picked Jiang Heng up and put him next to Xiang Zhou.
Mr. Ghost did not ask his apprentice why he had to take an extra corpse, and Luo Xuan did not explain. Until he put on the car, jumped into the car, sat aside and covered Xiang Zhou's body with a cloth, his fingers touched Jiang Heng's cheek.
At first touch, Luo Xuan withdrew his hand, then thought about it, and then touched again.
"Sir," Luo Xuan said, "this child is still alive."
Mr. Ghost replied casually, "You want to save him?"
Jiang Heng's breath was very weak, his legs were pressed by the broken car for an unknown period of time, he was broken below the knee, the broken bones were high and swollen, and the collision of rolling down the hill made him wandering between life and death.
The dream was full of peach blossoms, and a stream lay in front of him, but the water was not knee-deep.
On the other side, Mrs. Zhao sat upright in the peach forest, the petals scattered gently, and the sound of the piano could be heard in the distance.
Next to Mrs. Zhao, there was a man in black, covering his eyes with a black cloth.
"Father! Mother!" Jiang Heng shouted with a smile.
He waded through the water, walked into the cold stream, and shouted one after another, "Father! Mother!"
In an instant, the stream turned blood red and began to boil, and the water immersed in the body turned into a surging stream of blood, like thousands of sharp knives whizzing past, gouging out the flesh and blood on the calf.
Jiang Heng watched this scene in horror, staggered, lost his support, fell into the stream, and shouted in fear.
"Save me - save me!"
The stream submerged him, stripping away every piece of flesh and blood from his body mercilessly, Jiang Heng turned into a white bone.
With a loud shout, Jiang Heng suddenly woke up from the pain.
The sun was shining brightly, pouring in from outside the window panes, shining on his face, with a pungent herbal smell all around him.
Jiang Heng was in pain all over his body, his legs were especially painful, his body, face, and even shouting, his throat was burning. It was like a lot of nails had been driven into his legs, and he was tortured.
where am i? Jiang Hengsheng had a thought, and he endured the pain for only a moment, then he became unconscious again in the torture of the severe pain, and shouted frantically.
Trembling, he lifted the quilt under him - and saw his legs.
Nearly 20 blood-stained nails were nailed to the left and right legs from the knee to the shin and to the ankle.
Jiang Heng took a deep breath, his face was pale in pain, he stretched out his hand and pressed the medicine shelf by the couch, trying to sit up with his own efforts, but he turned over the shelf and made a messy noise.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
The young man's figure blocked the sunlight. He was wearing a military uniform, with sweat all over his body and forehead. He walked to the couch without looking at Jiang Heng. He held up the medicine rack and took out a broken bowl from the cabinet in the corner of the room. He twisted his fingers in the bowl, returned to the couch, and put his left hand on Jiang Heng's cheek.
In an instant, drowsiness struck, Jiang Heng gasped for a few breaths, his eyes lost all vigour, he fell over, and lost consciousness.
Not long after, he woke up again, and just as he was about to speak, the young man got up when he heard the moan, he still took the broken bowl, took out a little powder from the bowl, and pressed it on his face.
Jiang Heng was powerless to resist and fell asleep again.
Repeatedly, from day to night, night to morning, Jiang Heng woke up seven times in a row, and the young man did the same seven times.
Until the eighth time, it was raining outside, and the pain in Jiang Heng's leg subsided slightly. He opened his eyes and saw the previous youth again.
Another day came, Jiang Heng endured the pain, lay on the couch and panted, sweat soaked the mattress, quilt, and pillow.
He didn't dare to look at his injured legs, just stared at the ceiling, gritted his teeth and endured it.
He heard the voice of a young but emotionless girl outside saying, "He's awake, Luo Xuan, you should go and see."
After a while, the door was pushed open again, and the young man who called Luo Xuan walked in.
Jiang Heng's face was still pale, but the pain was lighter than when he woke up for the first time. He was finally able to calm down and look at the savior in front of him.
Recalling the moment of Avalanche, the memory is coming back little by little, and he knows that this person saved his life.
The young man was more than seven feet long, not as tall as Xiang Zhou. He seemed to be very thin. He was wearing ill-fitting military uniforms.
His hair was cut short, his face was not washed cleanly, his body smelled of animals, and he was sloppy, just like the first time he came to the house... person, who is that person? Jiang Heng was suddenly a little confused.
"Thank you," Jiang Heng said tremblingly, "Thank you... I will never forget your life-saving grace... "
"Luo Xuan?" said the girl's voice outside.
Jiang Heng knew that the young man was called Luo Xuan.
Luo Xuan sat down on the other couch in the room without answering. Outside the room, the footsteps left, and the girl left.
Jiang Heng noticed that when he came in, he was holding a dagger in his right hand.
Jiang Heng's gaze fell on his left hand, and was attracted by the back of Luo Xuan's hand. On the back of his left hand, there are scaly hard armor, like growing on the skin, and like the scars left by the skin on the hand hardened by the medicine.
The scales shone and spread to the forearm, but the fingernails were trimmed very short, and the five fingers shone with a golden and iron-like luster under the sunlight.
Luo Xuan didn't look at Jiang Heng, lowered his head and played with the dagger in his hand, rubbing the blade of the dagger with his golden left hand, making a sharpening sound.
"I ask you," Luo Xuan suddenly said, "Who are you from Xiangzhou?"
"Xiangzhou?!" Jiang Heng thought a lot subconsciously and asked, "What happened to Xiangzhou? Where is he?"
"He's dead." Luo Xuan said solemnly.
Jiang Heng's memory is very vague. When he fell from the hillside, he hit his head, which caused many of his things to be like looking at flowers in the fog, and he couldn't see them clearly.
"Yes... Xiangzhou," Jiang Heng said, "I remember him, I..."
Jiang Heng tried hard to recall and gave a rough outline, including the first time he saw Xiang Zhou at home, and the escape with his mother and who else... Xun Dong. Did Xiangzhou protect him from leaving? But after that, who is it
Jiang Heng reluctantly explained his unclear memory, thinking that Xiangzhou protected him to Luoyang, the capital, and then took him and escaped from the capital.
Luo Xuan just listened quietly, and finally, looked at the golden seal wrapped in yellow cloth that was thrown on the shelf beside the couch.
"That's it?" Luo Xuan said suddenly.
"Yes... Yes." Jiang Heng nodded vigorously, and the severe pain struck again, "I remember... It's like this."
Luo Xuan got up, took the powder with his fingers, but it was smaller than the previous few times, and touched Jiang Heng's cheek.
Luo Xuan's hand was like an iron hand, but it was warm. When his eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth were touched, Jiang Heng couldn't help shaking. He wanted to hold his hand and gain some strength to fight the pain.
"Anything to hide?" Luo Xuan said in an emotionless voice.
"No." Jiang Heng held Luo Xuan's hand and suddenly noticed something.
Then, Luo Xuan grabbed Jiang Heng's throat and tightened his left hand.
Jiang Heng: "…"
In an instant, Jiang Heng's blood surged, his mind swelled, Luo Xuan's hand was like a sturdy iron pincer, holding Jiang Heng's throat.
His eyes were unusually calm and indifferent. Jiang Heng was about to struggle when he suddenly remembered a person from Luo Xuan's eyes.
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Geng Shu.
Fragments of countless memories passed by like broken shadows. Geng Shu was pinned to the tree by arrows and looked at Jiang Heng from a distance, just like Luo Xuan's eyes at this moment.
It was a kind of calm in the face of the end, with a pool of stagnant water in his deep eyes.
Jiang Heng thought of Geng Shu and the last moment before the avalanche. Naturally, he remembered the most important thing to him—Geng Shu was dead.
So Jiang Heng suddenly stopped struggling, let go of the hand holding Luo Xuan's wrist, calmly closed his eyes, and tightly closed his lips.