Shang Zhen actually doesn't like dreaming.
If you have too many dreams, you can't sleep well, and if you don't sleep well, you will lose energy during the day.
He always thinks about the spring in the Iron Screen Mountain. It is not so much that he is curious about his past life, but rather that he is tortured by his endless dreams!
However, when he woke up this time, he really had to thank his dream.
"Shang Zhen—Shang Zhen—", the voice in the dream came again.
I hate dreaming that is a matter of the day, but the sound in the dream is still so nice and so magical.
"Jiuxiang." When Shang Zhen reached this moment, his lips moved slightly.
The same dream was achieved. At this time, it was naturally the last link. Shang Zhen remembered this young girl named "Jiuxiang" who always called herself in her dream.
As a result, Shang Zhen muttered "Jiuxiang" and "Jiuxiang" in his mouth.
And just as he whispered, he felt a chill on the tip of his tongue.
So he opened his eyes and woke up.
I feel so tired from fighting with those big-headed dwarves in my dream today!
Shang Zhen felt severe pain throughout his body.
It turns out that fighting in the dream is not only a lack of energy, but it also hurts my small body. This is really the first time.
Shang Zhen slowly opened his eyes.
But when he opened his eyes, he saw the melancholy sky, the black mountain and the white snow on the mountain like the white dress that Nazha sometimes wears.
At this point, the memory is back!
At this time, Shang Zhen remembered that he had fallen from the top of the mountain on a horse.
He just thought that he shouldn't have fallen asleep just now, it was not that he fell from the mountain and fell into the blind!
Or, to be more accurate, it is called "coma."
Shang Zhen lifted up and sat up, and then he saw the snow on his body, and then he felt pain.
The head, arms, waist, legs, and feet, Shang Zhen began to move one after another.
It seems to hurt, but it seems to be able to move!
It was easy to deal with all skin injuries, and Shang Zhen let out a sigh of relief, and he began to look around.
He lay in a narrow valley.
Not far in front, there were wattles growing.
This kind of Jingtiao Shangquan has been seen before. It is hard and sharp. If you go a little bit further, you will definitely be pierced into a hedgehog. It's so hanging!
Looking up again, the mountain in front is black, that is the color of the rock.
Looking back, the mountains behind are white. That's because today is the northwest wind. Snow comes from the northwest, so the snow “stains” the mountains facing the direction of the wind and snow.
The white side of the mountain is very steep.
I should have fallen from the white side, it is not accurate to say that it was from the bones.
Although the whole body is hot, but luckily there is no bone injury.
By the way, where is the horse
Oh, that horse was not far in front of him, and it just turned into the silhouette of a horse.
Because it is covered with snow.
The horse was no longer moving, and the snow on its body was bright red. Obviously it was hopeless and fell to death.
It seems that it has been a while since I was fainted. The Huren who was chasing after saw that he had fallen down, so naturally they would not come down to check.
In the eyes of Huren, he is definitely not as valuable as this horse.
But the horse was too heavy and the slope was too steep, so the Huren abandoned him and his horse.
It's fine if he is still alive, Shang Zhen is thinking about it while watching the scene.
The sky is gloomy and visibility has dropped. With the experience of raising sheep early in the business earthquake and returning late in the evening, it should be getting dark soon.
He felt hungry.
Xitang, Nazha, he can't care about them now, so let's take care of himself first!
Shang Zhen, who has been herding sheep all the year round, has lost his home. He has long lost the grief of his peers who lamented their fate.
You have to get yourself something to eat before dawn.
He usually drank goat's milk when herding the goats, but this time he didn't have to think about it.
Horse milk? Even more unrealistic, the horse that fell to death was a stallion.
It seems that he can only eat horse meat.
Oh, yes, and the knife Xitang gave myself.
Shang Zhen subconsciously touched his boot, but his hand was empty!
When he found that the knife was no longer there, he felt his whole body stand up with a brush.
No knife can't do it! How can I eat horse meat without a knife? I am neither a dog nor a wolf, but I don't have the ability to bite horse skin and tear horse meat!
Shang Zhen lowered his head and looked at his boot shaft again, but at this time he found that the boot shaft on his right had been opened, and the gap was straight.
It should be that the knife was pinned by the rock when he rolled down from the top of the mountain, and as a result, the knife cut off his boot.
Shang Zhen couldn't help feeling a little more hopeful in his heart.
As long as it didn't fall while riding a horse, you might be able to find the knife, and the knife should have fallen on the mountain wall or the bottom of the ditch.
Shang Zhen stood up with difficulty and started looking for the knife.
There are no valleys around him, and Shang Zhen can be sure after kicking it for a while.
Shang Zhen turned and looked at the hillside.
The snow has stopped, and although the slope is steep, there is also a finger-thick snow falling on it.
I really have to hurry up, I can't see anything for a while, Shang Zhen thought again.
However, it is fortunate that a sheepboy always has a pair of good eyes.
When it was more fortunate, it was only a moment of effort that Shang Zhen saw the outline of a small knife on the snow slope on the mountain wall four to five feet high above his head.
The full moon scimitar, the knife is curved, and the contour of the knife is still curved when it falls on the snow.
The mountain wall was very steep, and Shang Zhen would definitely not be able to climb it. Now he felt that it was a miracle that he didn't fall to death.
But as long as he saw the knife, he naturally had a way to remove it.
Shang Zhen started kicking at the bottom of the valley again, and soon he picked up two stones.
Naturally, he used the stone to hit the knife when he picked up the stone.
In fact, it was the same. Shang Zhen only raised his face and threw a stone to the slope, and the stone accurately hit the knife "hidden" under the snow.
With a "dang" sound, the knife was shaken by the stone, and the delicate balance of force that it had originally stayed on the mountain wall was broken.
Then the knife slid down.
You have to chop wood and fire a barbecue!
Shang Zhen had forgotten the pain on his body, he got busy.
That kind of wattle has a hard texture, and last year’s old twigs won’t rot and cut just to be used as firewood.
Soon night fell.
At this time, there was a little more light from behind a mountain.
If you pass the top of the mountain and go down, you can see a teenager with short arms and legs roasting horse meat on a bright campfire.
The scent of horse meat was diffused in this iron fenced mountain, so in the dark night there was finally a pair of green eyes looking at the fire, the meat, and the young man.